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Eris Eternity · 05-26-2010, 09:08 AM

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The sable-shaded woman's body was overcome with the pleasure of him inside of her. He was ravenous, and he devoured her quickly, his appendage quickly continuing the work that his fingers had begun inside of her. Her muscles tightened to the point of trembling, convulsions twisting the limbs of her body as he pounded into her. The sable-shaded coyote had prayed for many things throughout her life, but there was nothing she had concentrated on so totally in that exquisite moment but drawing the life from within him and capturing it within herself. She would have thrown herself before Ometeotl and begged for this demon's blessing in exchange for anything, anything at all. Her climax came in a cry, strangled and twisted from her chest as he came in her, his face against her chest. There was a desire in her to run her fingers through his mane and hold him there, but Eris did not dare to do this. Instead, she remained where she was, her breathing heavy and strained, her chartreuse eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He slid from her and she could not help but move, shuddering against him at that feeling—it was awful, though undeniably pleasurable to feel him move from her, as it meant he would leave her. He did so far more quickly than even she had expected; though Eris knew there would be no warmth afterward, he was already in his preferred form, already moving away from her, by the time she had collected her thoughts. Her chartreuse eyes blinked wearily, and for the first time in a while, she surveyed the scenery, her breathing steadily returning to normal.

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