"KUAAAANGH — HIIIIEENGH — NNNNGH—!!"
Her eyes rolled. The Touch Amplification and the Pleasure Mapping and the Pheromone Aura and the Tongue Mastery and the Deep Control — all of them, working together, turning her body into an instrument that I was playing with the skill of a master musician.
[ Vaginal intercourse — rough (Heroine-tier: Seraphine Durnheim) — 300 pts ]
[ Deep Control — orgasm triggered — 50 pts ]
I changed positions. Flipped her — face down, ass up, doggy style. Her breasts swung with each impact, the nipples dragging against the sheets, the friction adding another dimension to the pleasure.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PHACK! PHACK!
"HAANGH — HAAANGH — I CANNOT — PLEASE — MY — INSIDES — THEY ARE — MELTING—"
I pulled out. Lifted her. Carried her to the table — the small table by the window, the one that held the washbasin. I set her on the edge, lifted one leg — the muscular, warrior's leg, the calf hard from years of marching — and pushed back in.
