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It seemed to Guy he grabbed ahold of her and pulled her down on top of him, willing and wanting, in the hallucinating, delusional final moments of his life. The wolf's body spasmed and jerked even without stimulation, and in his mind she gave herself to him wholly and completely, her life streaming out red between his teeth as his own ended. The knife slid from his chest and his noise was a deep, instinctual moaning grunt, for his mind told him this was his orgasm, and his body obeyed.
His life bubbled from him in red and white, and in his final moments before death he was aware of only the blinding, searing pleasure/pain in his groin, which had been for the past several minutes (or hours, it might have been) the center of his entire universe. The slipping of slimy purple-red organs from the cavity of his chest into shockingly cold air and colder rain was only a secondary whispering to that greater burning between his legs. His gasp of breath drew nothing, for his lungs were exposed to the cold air as they never ought to have been. Although Guy did not fully smile, there was something akin to utter peace on his face, half-lidded eyes and a murky ghost of a grin planted on his blood-spattered lips.
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