Life Among The Dead

As the intensity of their union increased, Mariah surrendered herself to him, her body responding to his with a fervor that was as exhilarating as it was frightening. Each occupation sent a ripple of sensation coursing through her, drawing muffled cries and guttural moans from her throat. A shudder ran through her as she heard her name spill from his lips, a soft plea muffled by the fur of her neck. The way he held her, the way he moved - it was both fierce and gentle. All at once, she felt a mounting pressure rising within. A tantalizing crescendo that promised sweet release. Clawing at the ground beneath them, Mariah swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to brace herself for the impending undoing. It crashed over her in an overwhelming torrent, sending her into a dizzying spiral. Her body clenched tightly around him, a silent cry tearing from her throat as she surrendered to the irresistible force pulling her under.

Mariah’s chest heaved in the afterglow, her senses heightened and tingling. She could feel every brush of his fur against hers, each breath he took as he lay atop her. Despite the primal intensity of their unity, there was a tenderness in his gaze that reduced her to vulnerability once again. His paw against her cheek elicited a soft sigh from her, and for a long moment, she kept her eyes shut, basking in the sensation of him. A tremor passed through her as she opened her eyes, catching his gaze- her own silver eyes softened by exhaustion and satisfaction. In the quiet aftermath, she was claimed by contentment- his large form pressed against hers, basking in the warmth of his gentle touch. “Cerberus,” she murmured, the name like a sweet mumble hanging between them in the still air. Her voice was soft, tender even, barely audible above their ragged breaths.

"Mariah Mendacium"