If Walls Could Speak

The pure, unfiltered ecstasy was too much to bear. He gripped her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. His movements were fluid, rhythmic, the sensations building with each thrust. He could feel every ripple of her body against his, every shiver and sigh that escaped her lips. Despite his seeming dissociation, he was acutely aware of her atop him, of the heat and rhythm they created together. He was lost in the sensation of it all, his normally razor-sharp focus honed in on the singular point of their connection. It was a strange contradiction, losing himself so completely, yet being more present than he’d ever been. But of course, it was merely the demon responding to a call of action. He could see the pleasure she felt mirrored in her expression, in the way her body arched against his. It was carnal. Raw. Demanding in a way that left no room for pretenses or hesitation. His breath hitched as his eyes darkened further, the pupils dilating with an intoxicating mix of desire and pleasure. A low, breathless grunt escaped his lips each time their bodies met, the building pressure becoming nearly unbearable.

At her silent command, Aresenn aided her in switching their positions, the prick of claws in his chest as he now loomed over her. He moved with an intensity that was ignited by the look in her eyes, a wordless plea for him to take control. His rhythm increased, every thrust more powerful- more viceral than the last. His own gaze flamed back at her with an unspoken promise, teeth grit in concentration as if his reality depended on the rhythm and pressure. A guttural growl escaped him, the sound rippling through the quiet forest like a predator's claim. His fingers dug into the mossy ground on either side of her, each thrust now bringing them closer and closer to the edge of their shared precipice.

As he felt her body tightening around him, Aresenn's eyes shut in ecstasy, every nerve ending ablaze with the impending climax. His heart pounded in his chest, matching the beastly rhythm of their bodies merging and separating in a hypnotic cycle of pleasure. His breathing was ragged, punctuating the silence of the surrounding forest. And suddenly, with one final merciless drive, he tumbled over the edge. His body shivered violently in the throes of his climax, completely lost in the euphoria that rolled through him in powerful waves.

"Aresenn Praetor"