[M] Strangers make the best of friends.

Lucia Cabriel · 05-30-2010, 10:34 AM

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WC: 506.
Raunchy enough? xD

The momentary increase of pressure between her thighs sent a shudder down her spine. Her once gently shut eyelids clamped down on themselves, screwing up her features and adding excess attention to her scar. She could feel the beads of sweat sliding off her pelt, and though on a normal day, she would have considered it unhygienic, the thought ceased to cross her mind. It felt almost dreamlike – as though she was watching herself, but with each shift of Snake’s body, it was a constant reminder that she was, in fact, very much in reality.

Without much conscious thought, it became apparent that Lucia had begun to mimic Snake’s movements – like a mirror image, forcing the weight to be shifted and the depth in which he entered, increase. She could feel her toes curling, as though bending by an invisible force – her legs still wrapped around his waist, tightening every second, as though subliminally saying ‘don’t ever stop’.

Lucia’s fingertips grasped tighter into her palms, now fists resting atop his rump. It was almost as though pain had turned on its head – for, in some subconscious crevice of her mind, it told her that her legs had begun to ache, and her circulation was too fast for her body to keep up. It was like the oxygen she inhaled had turned to acid; her throat burned with each intake, small whimpers escaping her maw as she exhaled. The pain had become pleasure.

Her canines gripped against each other, her muscles became rigid. Each wave of perforation sent new tingles through her system, her mind ablaze and the ability to think slowly shutting down. There was a creeping smile on her lips, twisted by the many masks of pleasure which stole her façade as the activity continued. Her obsidian fur now drenched from the blending of their body heat, adding more so to the sensations which tore her rationality and senses apart. All she could taste, touch, and smell was Snake – the scent of the ocean’s salt had faded into nothingness, the chill of the weather became non-existent. Everything had dissolved, leaving just Snake and her in this intoxicating moment; nothing else mattered.

It hit her like a bullet through the chest. She could feel muscles contracting in her body that she never knew existed – including ones which lay between her thighs. Lucia’s temperature began to soar, her legs shaking and her body beginning to falter in rhythm. With each gasp of air, her throat forming a lump within it, her verbalisations increased in volume. Lifting one of her fists from his lower back, she curled her digits around his neck and lifted her heavy eyelids ever so slightly. Everything was a blur – she could just about make out the outline of Snake’s face, but that seemed to be enough for the ebony femme. Her maw parted, a half-moan, half-scream lifted into the horizon – her hands fell back into fists, and her senses shut down completely. All bar the sensation of her own wetness between her legs.

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