Lost in bliss and ecstatic movements, Pulren had little concern for the biting. Some women were like that, enjoying the mixture of giving and receiving pain along with pleasure. It made little difference to him, as he desperately needed the oncoming release. Sunberth may have very well been raining harlots, but out in the rural confines of the Hot Springs, the hot water couldn't have been any drier. Her body was flexible to the point of unbelievable angles.Sometimes it seemed as if she was nothing but a twisting set of curves with teeth, a serpentine delight, indeed.
He had to remember who Palren was in the steamy fog of lust, so blinding as it was. Lust wanted him to expose himself in ways that were truly dangerous, so he had to press his flesh deeper into hers in order to forget the truth, in order to remember the lie. To forget her face, bring his own back to life. Her inherent suppleness brought about a call for strength from his own body and he wondered of her own needs for pain. A strong grip in as many of the curves as he could capture, thrusts came in spearheaded assaults. The rhythm and violence brought them both to a pulsating synchronicity which soon dissolved into the steaming waters.
Standing with the loss of temporal stability, Pularen covered their face with his palms, listening only to his breathing and inhaling the aromas of their union. For a brief moment, he forgot his name entirely. He ceased to be any of the people he pretended to be, even Pulren. He was only a breathing and observing organism, outside of time.Reality came back to tap him on his shoulder in the cruel manner that it often does, waking him from his dream slumber. It occurred suddenly to the man that this was the first woman that he had ever joined with that did not require payment before or after. His head moved from side to side until he dropped the palms into the water, looking down at his brief lover. "Palaren Marshall." It was so stupid to say that. It was so ridiculous and big headed that it beautifully displayed who he was at that moment. Pulren may have been shamed, Palaren was proud. The waters were warm and soothing.
He had to remember who Palren was in the steamy fog of lust, so blinding as it was. Lust wanted him to expose himself in ways that were truly dangerous, so he had to press his flesh deeper into hers in order to forget the truth, in order to remember the lie. To forget her face, bring his own back to life. Her inherent suppleness brought about a call for strength from his own body and he wondered of her own needs for pain. A strong grip in as many of the curves as he could capture, thrusts came in spearheaded assaults. The rhythm and violence brought them both to a pulsating synchronicity which soon dissolved into the steaming waters.
Standing with the loss of temporal stability, Pularen covered their face with his palms, listening only to his breathing and inhaling the aromas of their union. For a brief moment, he forgot his name entirely. He ceased to be any of the people he pretended to be, even Pulren. He was only a breathing and observing organism, outside of time.Reality came back to tap him on his shoulder in the cruel manner that it often does, waking him from his dream slumber. It occurred suddenly to the man that this was the first woman that he had ever joined with that did not require payment before or after. His head moved from side to side until he dropped the palms into the water, looking down at his brief lover. "Palaren Marshall." It was so stupid to say that. It was so ridiculous and big headed that it beautifully displayed who he was at that moment. Pulren may have been shamed, Palaren was proud. The waters were warm and soothing.
