Of Her Nature II

Sex Alert! Angst Alert!
Part Seven: Coupling

Goku stood up from the table and walked over to a group of older teen girls. He grinned. “Hi, I’m Goku.”

The girls giggled.

“So, whatcha do for fun around here?” He kept his grin.

The girls giggled.

He stood there in a awkward silence for a bit and quickly reached a hand out to one of the girls. “Tag! You’re it!” He took off running, glancing back to make sure he was being followed.

Most of the girls giggled, but the “it” girl took out after him. The girl wore a green pant suit. Her hair was a darker green and her eyes an even darker richer green. She wore her hair short. One side of her head had extremely short hair and it softly shifted to jaw length as it crossed her face. It almost appeared that she had all her hair brushed to one side, but it was indeed cut. The “long” side seemed to curve around her face and covered the left side of fac face and the outer half of her left eye.

Goku nearly ran into Gojyo as he walked up to the two blondes, “Perv!” He hollered out. Gojyo ignored him. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re it.” She took off running. Goku took out after her.

The girl ran out into the hall and Goku was close on her heels. Goku could have easily caught her before she made it to the door frame, but he liked looking at her from this angle.

She rawn twn the hallway taking various turns, making her way through the winding vast underground palace. Goku realized, he was totally lost. He figured he could be one wall away from the mess hall and would not know it. He managed his pace to stay about two feet behind her. She ran up to a double door and stopped. Goku ran up to her and tagged her. “You’re it.”

He started to turn and heard her speak, “Wait, I want to show you something.”

Goku stopped and turned around. “What?”

She opened the door and Goku saw a garden lit by silver moonlight. She stepped into the area and Goku followed. The large garden was walled in, but the top was open. She grabbed his hand and led him through the trees, tall plants and various grasses. She paused and stood on a patch of grass. “Look up.”

Goku looked up and saw one of the most brilliant full moons in his life. The moon seemed to take up his whole field of vision and its silver rays lit up the area almost as well as the sun. “Wow!”

She sat down on the grass and tugged at his hand. They laid down on the grass their shoulders touching and stared at the moon. They listened to the frogs and crickets. Goku could smell the sage and peppermint growing nearby. He stretched his arms out and began to make finger puppethe lhe laughed at his bad jokes.

She stretched her hands out and their puppets carried on a conversation about everything and nothing. His puppets talked about his travels, her puppets talked about wanting to travel. His puppets talked about food, her puppets listened. His puppets talked about friends, her puppets talked about friends. Their puppets laughed and took a bow. They laid there in silence a bit and she rolled over on top of him.

She straddled his waist, reached a finger out and touched his nose, “Tag, you’re it.” She didn’t get up.

He rolled her over on her back and straddled her waist. He could see the green in her eyes and around her face in the moonlight. He noticed the odd shape to her ears. He noticed the scars on the tops of her ears. She turned her head hiding her face in her hair. Goku reached a hand out and brushed her hair away from her face and saw her scars. She moved his hand off her and her hair bounced back, covering her memories.

“What happened?”

She had hoped the moonlight would have kept her secrets. She had hoped he wouldn’t have noticed. She turned her head and looked up at him. “I’m a demon.”

Goku looked at her short ears, “So, what happened?”

She had expected him to recoil in horror at her confession. She had expected him to lash out; after all didn’t he fight demons? She didn’t know the meaning of his golden eyes. She looked at him in silence.

“I’m not letting you up till you tell me.”

“My ears were cropped and my face burned.” She said tersely.

“Why?”

“A group of humans didn’t want a demon around them.” She spoke with a sense of resignation.

Goku looked at her sadly, “Sanzo was right. Sometimes the most dangerous creature calls himself man.”

She looked at him, the moon cast a halo around his head. A warm silver halo; the light sparkling on his golden coronet.

He hunched over and positioned his face a few inches from hers. “I have to know, what’s your name?”

She smiled, “I’m Kyla.”

He sat back up, “How old are you Kyla?”

She smiled at him, “I’m 18, why?”

He shrugged, “No reason, just wonderin‘.” Goku thought about his options. She was technically of age. They seemed to be attracted to each other. He knew her name. She looked beautiful in the moonlight. He wouldn’t have to share his experience with anyone so he didn’t have to worry about their reaction. He remembered Gojyo’s and Hakkai’s similar yet different talks with him about sexuality, behind Sanzo’s back of course. He thought about how he felt after his time with Jorja, before he knew she was Jorja. He bent down, kissed her, rolled off her and thrust his finger puppets back into the air. *No, it wouldn’t be right.*

She looked over at him, smiled and put her finger puppets into the air.

Eventually, they fell asleep on the grass in each other’s arms --- fully clothed.

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Gojyo was walking down the hall with two wwo women. Crimson was flanked by blonde. The two women turned themselves out from under his arms and slipped their arms around his. He was now being led.

Gojyo smiled, “So, what are your names?”

The blonde on the left spoke, “Leyha”

The blonde on the right spoke, “Lyndsea”

Gojyo grinned wildly, “Leyha and Lyndsea. I’m Gojyo how are you two tonight?”

Leyha lookedhim,him, “Oh, we know you.”

Lyndsea, “And our night is just about to get better.”

They stopped in front of a door and Leyha opened the door.

Gojyo was walked into their private chamber.

Leyha leaned up against the door, “Do I need to lock this?”

Gojyo looked over at her, “Hey, I’m a willing participant in this. As long as we follow three rules, I’m not going anywhere.” He looked at Leyha by the door and Lyndsea by the bed, “Ummm first, how old are you?”

The girls laughed, “25” they said simultaneously.

“Good. Rule one, no one underage and I mean NO ONE. Two, no blood. I don’t bleed for anyone. Three, no animals. That’s just too freaky. Everyone cool with that?”

Leyha stepped from the door and Lyndsea pushed him backward onto the bed. Lyndsea watched as he scooted up on the bed. Leyha began to remove his clothing beginning with his shoes. Lyndsea slipped his headband down over his eyes and began to work his shirt off.

Gojyo’s arms were lifted from his sides and places straight out on the bed. “What would you like for me to do?”

Lyndsea put two fingers on his lips. “You are not to speak. You are to only move when you are positioned to do so. Nod your head if you understand.”

Gojyo’s stomach did flips and he nodded his head vigorously.

He smelled the briefest wisp of jasmine, rose, and a few unidentifiable scents. He recognized most of it as body rub aphrodisiac. He thought,* poor unknowing women, they have no idea what they are about to unleash*. However, there was an element of the concoction that was unknown to him.

He felt a set of oil slicked hands on his feet and a set on his hands. The hands massaged the oil up his legs stopping at his hips and the other set of hands stopped at his shoulders. One set of hands began to rub the left side of his chest, the other on his right. The hands worked themselves down his stomach and lower abs. He felt on hand on each hip, the hands met each other just below his belly button and interlaced their fingers. The group-hand slid down the the fingers rested on his now firm cock, the thumbs wrapped around his shaft and pressed into his underside. The group-hand slip up and down. The fingers cupped over his head and back down to his body. They stroked him about twenty times.

The hands slid up his body and down opposite arms.

He felt a tug at his blindfold and, in a whisper of satin, it was off.

He looked down at his body, he glistened with oil. He looked at the two now naked women sitting on the bed under his out stretched arms. They smiled at each other.

Leyha looked at Lyndsea, she held up five ers,ers, curling each one over. her her index finger dropped his whole body began to tingle. His eyes opened wide and his mouth gapped, a soft moan left his lips.

Leyha flipped her hair to one side and slid the ends of her hair up his chest. The sensation of her hair seemed to be increased by tenfold.

His stomach muscles quivered and his breath jaggedly left him.

Leyha and Lyndsea smiled at each other and leaned into his face. He felt the two pairs of lips on him and when he parted his lips he felt two tongues probe his mouth.

Their hair and breasts brushed against him and he let out a yelp, his body was trying to recoil into the bed and his mind was screaming for more. Their lightest touch felt like a multitude of tiny explosions. Every brush was like a small orgasm.

Lyndsea left histh ath and Leyha backed off and placed a nipple near his mouth. He stretched his tongue out and with suction pulled her into his mouth. He felt the bed dip on either side of his hips.

He thought to himself, *Oh my god, what the fuck did they rub into me? I feel sooo…*, he searched his mind for the words and then one clear shout came into his head. *HOLY SHIT*. He locked his jaw in order to not cause damage to the tender nipple in his mouth.


Lyndsea had impaled herself on his firm member. She tightened her muscles and using the strength in her legs she rode him. She slid up and she slid down. She never let him leave her before she lowered her self down him.

His mind was over run with incomplete thoughts and sensations. He couldn’t even make sense of the world he saw with his eyes. He slammed them shut and just felt.

She rode him for a while and he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around him. She smashed herself against him and he felt her thighs tremble. He cried out. She cried out. He felt her crest about six times and in one smooth movement she removed herself from him.

The women switched places. Lyndsea went up by his face, he could feel her chest heaving and her breath moving his hair.

Leyha put a foot on either side of his hips and hovered herself just above his upright, ridged member. She dipped her legs slightly and touched her warm moist opening against the head of his cock.

The sudden sensation made his hips recoil into the bed, which then made him bounce back to her. The movement /countermovement resulted in a solid smooth thrust into her. His body continued its jerky dance and she waited for him to settle down.

Moans and groans, some from oh-so-good-pain and some from awesome pleasure, were regularly escaping his lips. The sounds made Lyndsea’s breast vibrate in his mouth.

Leyha cleared heroat oat and Lyndsea clutched his head and held him into her --- effectively gagging him.

Leyha curled her legs under and slammed down on him. His hips pushed into the bed. She used her whole body and bounced on him. He felt the skin around his penis stretch as a response to her tight sheath.

His body wanted to escape into the softness of the bed. His mouth was loudly spewing detached syllables, bue bre breast-gag prevented anyone from hearing anything more than a muffled mumble.

Lehya was bouncing with such force that Gojyo’s ass was jumping off the bed six inches.

Lyndsea backed away from him and let him get some air. He opened his eyes to a blur of flesh and turned his head to the side gasping for air. Lyndsea tried to regain control of his head, but he was flailing wildly. Lyndsea reached down and pinned his elbows against the bed. His shoulders jerked lifting himself and Lyndsea off the bed. He clamped his jaw closed in hopes of not biting his tongue. He took forceful breaths through his teeth. After what felt like an eternity of delicious torture he felt Lehya slam into him and her muscles clench around him. He felt her thighs tremble with such force she nearly bucked off him. He felt her go through four waves of orgasm and she slowly pulled herself off him.

Lehya sat on the bed near his feet. Lyndsea sat on the bed next to his chest. They watched his body slowly calm down from the onslaught of sensations. Every muscle on his body trembled and quivered. His breath finally returned.

Breathlessly he tried to for a sentence, “Fuck, fuckfuck, holy shit, oh-my-god!” Was all he managed to get out.

He opened his eyes, but they would only open halfway. He began to make shapes out, but he saw no detail. He tried to shake the focus back into his head, but it was to no avail.

Lyndsea placed her hands, palm down, about ¼ of an inch off his skin just below his belly button. Leyha place her hands, palm down, about ¼ of an inch off his skin right over each hip bone. Lyndsea turned her head aookeooked at Gojyo’s flushed face. “Ready for some satisfaction?”

He moaned, not able to comprehend her question or form an answer. The women closed their eyes and conjured their chi. His body convulsed, jerked and trembled as hundreds of tiny tendrils of chi teased his oversensitive skin. The women guided their hands toward and focused their intent on one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

Gojyo’s mind screamed out, his lips made some incomprehensible loud sound, and he felt an explosion in his loins. He saw Scarlet’s face surrounded by a bright light. and then everything went dark.
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Jorja was surrounded by a thick, inky darkness, yet she seemed to float effortlessly, *So, this is death? To die so unceremoniously, hmmm not what I expected.* She saw no bright light and no family members were there to welcome hNot Not that she wanted to see any of her family members. She looked down at her body, she was naked. *My soul is intact, that’s more than I expected. What’s that?* She heard a soft, distant Faaaa ….. Fuuuuu. (Over there, its coming from over there, is it hurt? Does it need help?* She swam through the dess ess and as the Faaaa…..Fuuuu got louder she began to feel a breeze. *Yes, this must be the way. There has to be something more than a void and I have found it.* As she swam closer to the sound the breeze got stronger. She began to feel the darkness on her skin, it was soft and warm. The darkness seemed to be lifting her up, she could now feel slightly more pressure on some parts of her body. A weight was on her ribs and stomach, something was pushing her from behind. Pushing her toward, *Ahh yes, there’s the bright light. Goddess I’m coming home, sorry I failed the mission. I beg for your mercy.*

She closed her eyes as the bright light came closer and closer, the weight on her waist got heavier and the push behind her got more…. comfortable. The bright light finally dimmed, or her eyes got use to it. She didn’t know. She fluttered her eyes open and she was in her chamber. She felt a gentle wisp of air across her neck and hear a very small faaaa……fuuuuu. She turned her head and saw warm blonde hair behind her. *Mikia? No the hair is all wrong. Sanzo! What the hell is he doing here?*

As she laid there twisted looking at him, her memories of the battle came back to her. She remembered the pain in her leg, but it felt fine now. She looked at his face, his delicate features and thin lips. *He actually looks peaceful.*

Sanzo’s dreams became overrun with erotic imagery. He felt hands all over his body. He grasped at his consciousness trying to pull himself back into his body. He felt her move and suddenly he was inside his own head and had control over his faculties….although the urges remained.

Violet met gold.

“I see you are awake,” He groggily stated.

“Yes, why are you here?”

He looked at her, “I’ve come to enjoy the flame.”

“Enjoy it all the way or not at all, Sanzo. This will drive you nuts.” She rolled over and adjusted the covers.

“I think you are right.” Sanzo stood up, took off all his clothes and slid underneath the coverlet.

He trembled as he slid his arms around her. She slid her arms around him and put one leg over his knees. They laid there in bed, drifting off to sleep, face to face. Flesh to flesh. Breath on breath. Sanzo felt a warmth is mis mind, he felt --- good . So damn good and comfortable.

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As Hakkai and Tasha walked down the hall, she would point at various artifacts and knick-knacks telling him the history and acquisition of the item. Hakkai was only half listening, he became wrapped up in her graceful movements, smooth speech and thin body and how she looked nothing like Kanan.

About 30 minutes into their walk, she reached a hand out and clasped his. Her hand felt long and small in his. Her touch was like powder --- he felt her hand, but it quickly melded into his own.

She stopped at a door and leaned her back against it. He stood in front of her, looking into her pink eyes. She tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her.

He tilted his head and placed his lips on hers. She tightened her hold on his hand and ran her other hand through his hair. She curled her fingers and he felt her nails softly brushing against his scalp. He felt the bareness of her neck and the upward tautness of her hair, in the high pony tail. Her hand left his hair as their faces separated. She was so lost in his eyes, she almost fell back when she turned the door knob to her chamber.

Her room was decorated in soft pastels. He felt out of place in his dark clothing. Everything looked soft and warm. She had a pale blue satin coverlet on her bed. She had whitewashed wooden furniture. There was a large yellow mat, with large round white cushions, on the floor. She sat down on one cushion. He sat down on one across from her.

She looked in to his eyes, “You look troubled, Hakkai.”

*You don’t know the half of it*, He thought, but replied, “Oh, it’s just that the Moon Order seems to have rather open opinions of sexuality.”

“Why shouldn’t we? We’re flesh and have flesh needs. There’s nothing wrong with meeting your needs.”

Hakkai nodded. He had left Catholicism behind a long time ago, if he ever had it to begin with. Why was he holding on to such narrow ideals of sexuality. “When you put it that way, it makes sense. But can you really be happy just meeting a need?”

“Sex sometimes just meets a need. There’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it is used to communicate love. And, in some situations it can be healing. “

Hakkai let her words sink into him. She moved off her pillow sat down behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head between his shoulder blades. She softly whispered, “You’ve spent so much time taking care of everyone else, you have neglected yourself. We can just talk if you want.”

Hakkai turned his head and she loosened her hold as he turned around. He propped him self up on his shins and looked at her, slowly sliding his hands against the mat until they were parallel with her hips and shifted his weight forward. He pushed his lips against her and she went backwards, finally lying on the floor with Hakkai over her.

He slid his lips off hers and on to her cheek slowly working his way to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe for a bit and walked kisses down her neck. He slid his arms between her and the floor, cradling her shoulders in his hands.

She tugged at the waist band of his shirt. He shifted his weight back, narrowed his shoulders and helped slide out his shirt. He reached down and unbuckled her belt. He stood up and removed the rest of his clothing as she slipped out of her pantsuit. She walkeer aer and sat down on the bed. He walked over to her and stood in front of her. She moved her hands around his waist and pulled him into her. He felt her face against his stomach. *Now why would I want to talk?* he thought.

She conjured some chi and ran it up his back, back down his back, over his ass and down his legs.

He opened his eyes and mouth. He took in a sharp breath and arched his back. He felt like his knees were about to give bee bent down; held her pale face in his hands. He kissed her forehead and lips. He felt her chi swirl around him, he leaned into her and placed her on her back on the bed. Up on his knees, he kept his lips on her as she shifted up onto the bed.

He released his lips from hers, and shifted to her side. He conjured some chi and ran a soft ball from her head to her feet. She had a long, thin body. Her breasts were on the small side, but nearly perfectly formed. He could see several of her ribs and her hip bones. *Don’t you eat?* He saw her skin shake under his chi and heard her take in a sweet breath.

He shifted his weight and lay down beside her. He tickled and teased her with his chi and she tickled and teased him with hers. The room would softly glow green or pink. He kissed her shoulder and walked kissed down to her breasts. He shifted again and put his knees between hers. He reached up above her head and placed a pillow under her hips. She continued the light chi play on his back as he nuzzled her breasts.

He licked and teased her nipples, he could feel her subtly shifting her hips. She wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him into her. He shifted his hips and placed his now firm member on her, but not in her. He placed his head next to hers.

She felt his body weight on him, she felt his arms around her, and she felt his mouth on her. She kissed his shoulder and ran her tongue in small circles on his soft skin. She conjured more chi and ran a single line down his spine, over the curve of his ass and wrapped it around his member. She felt the tingle of her own chi on her sensitive clitoris.

He conjured some more chi and ran it down the sides of her waist, hips and over her thighs. He ran it up between her thighs and into the folds of her vulva. When their chi touched, a small explosion of passion occurred. The chi began to pulsate and move. Massaging him and her. They both began shifting their hips. The pulsations got faster and faster as their passion and lust increased.

He took in a deep breath and shifted his hips. As he smoothly entered her, he focused on his chi.

She felt him enter her, filling a need she had been carrying since their eyes first met. She felt the quick increase in chi and her clitoris tingled and warmed.

He moved in slow solid strokes, working himself deeper into her. She felt the muscles in his back flex and stretch with his movements. She shifted her hips and worked her muscles to meet his movements. She tightened her arms around him and he tightened his arms around her. They squeezed themselves together as they both felt their orgasms build.

He kept his slow and steady movements and continued to stimulate her clitoris with his chi. She ran small tendrils up and down his back and kept shifting her hips. Their bodies moved in unison for an undeterminable amount of time.

Her eyes closed, her breath shortened, her hands clenched into fists and he felt her trembling and shaking beneath him. He felt her finish six wave org orgasm and felt his explosion meeting its crescendo.

His feet clenched up, his thighs quivered, his eyes slammed shut, his head whipped back, he plunged himself into her and felt his stomach muscles shake. He felt the awesome release from his loins and collapsed on top of her. Their skin glistened with sweat. He tilted his head up and kissed her. Their heavy breathing felt on each others face.

He laid on top of her, she brought one arm up and mindlessly ran a finger across his skin. They both slowly drifted off to sleep. At some point during the night, he moved to her side and they spooned. He had his arms wrapped around her and his face rested on her back.

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Hours passed and Jorja slowly drifted back to a waking state. She opened her eyes and saw Sanzo’s face just a few inches from hers. She moved her head across the pillow and kissed him. He took in a deep breath as he woke, working his tongue into her mouth.

Sanzo slid his hands around her ribs and she slid hers around his shoulders. Their lips separated and Sanzo let out a small gasp as he rested his head on hers. He tilted his head down and kissed her shoulder.

She rotated her head and kissed his neck. Sanzo glided one hand down her back and the other up to her neck. He curled his hands around the back of her neck. He felt her on his chest, on his legs, on his stomach, and in his arms. Her skin felt soft and smooth.

She felt him next to her. His skin soft, but occasionally calloused. She felt his hard shell melt into her.

She adjusted her weight and moved him on to his back. She straddled his waist. She felt his hard member between her labia.

He looked up at her sitting on him. She was silhouetted by the soft crystal light. She reached up to her head and removed her headdress. He saw her charka. Her hair caught the light as she moved and it seemed to twinkle. Her golden eyes looked soft and inviting.

She looked down at him, his golden hair contrasting with the black silk pillows. His violet eyes held the merest whisper of trepidation.

While she had her hands up on her headdress, he reached his arms up and traced his fingers down her softly curved hourglass figure. He ran his fingers around her hips and down her thighs.

She bent over to place the headdress on nig nightstand and he felt the fullness of her breast on his arm.

She didn’t sit back upright, she just moved laterally and kissed his shoulder. She ran kisses along his collar bone and gently walked them up the underside of his neck and onto his lips.

She carried her kisses down his cheek, onto his neck and down his chest. She shifted her body position and put her knees between his ankles.

She looked up at him and flipped her hair on to her back. She arched her back and flipped her hair forward. Sanzo felt her hair cascade onto his stomach and chest; and, he felt a warm wetness on his cock.

His shoulders came up off the bed and his head went back. A small gasp escaped his lips. She stretched her arms up his stomach and slowly curled her fingers. She gently ran her nails down his stomach as she took him all the way into her mouth. She his his stomach muscled tremble and quake as he let outaggeagged breath.

She felt him stretch her throat. She backed off him slightly and took in a breath. Sanzo felt the air run across his wet skin. She stretched her arms out again and repeated the movement several times.

She slid him out of her mouth, save for the head of his dick. When she brought her fingernails down, she ran her tongue in a circle around the head of his cock. She continued her teasing as she carried her hands down to his feet. She flattened her hands palm down and conjured a small amount of chi.

Hundreds of tendrils of chi jumped from her fingers and lapped at his skin. She felt him quiver and quake. She carried the chi up his legs to the sides of his hips and onto his stomach. She adjusted her position and straddled his waist. She pushed the chi up to his chest and across his shoulders. He stretched his arms out to the side and she traced his muscular arms with the chi. Bringing her hands back to his shoulders she maneuvered the chi up his neck and over his hair. His hair lifted a bit at her beckoning. Her hands met at the top of his head and the chi dispersed. She bent down. Charka met charka. Their tongues danced in their mouths.

She flattened her hands against the mattress and began to shift her hips. He sweetly whispered, “No, let me do this.”

She tilted her head up and smiled. She adjusted herself and lay down beside him. He slid one arm under her and positioned his knees between hers. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He slid his free hand up her side and down her arm, stretching it out as he moved. He adjusted his other arm and nudged her arm out with his. He interlaced his fingers with hers and placed his head on her chest. His ear was just above her breasts. He felt her skin next to his. He felt all of her touching his hands, arms, shoulders, chest and stomach. He felt her legs around his waist. He could hear her heartbeat. He could feel her chest moving as she breathed. She could feel his gentle breath on her skin.

Thump, thump, breath, thump, thump, breath

Without lifting his upper body he shifted his hips and slowly entered her. He heard her heartbeat quicken.feltfelt her chest flex as she took in a long solid breath.
He moved the muscles in his stomach and back in a gentle wave. She began shifting her hips to meet his strokes. He felt her velvety, smooth wetness engulf him. He sloincrincreased the speed and force behind his strokes. She began to move her vaginal muscles, milking him.

All the sound melted around them; all they could hear were their heartbeats and breaths.

Thump, thump, breath, thump, thump, breath
Thump, thump, breath, thump, thump, breath

He felt her thighs tighten around him, and her stomach muscles began to quiver. He felt her breaths quicken and her heartbeat speed up. She inadvertently dug her fingernails into his hands and cried out. Her muscles clamped down around him and her head jerked back. For that brief moment her heartbeat paused. The silence was like a tangible entity surrounding him.

Thump-a-thump-a-breath-breath-thump-a-[pause]-thump-a-breath-breath.

Her internal convulsions brought him to his climax. He felt a wave of passion wash up over his shoulders. He tightened his grip on her hands and pushed his head into her chest. She felt his stomach muscles clench up and his back shook. He cried out.

The Merciful Goddess smiled as she turned her head.

Between breaths he said, “No more [breath] psychobabble bullshit.”

Jorja giggled.

The Merciful Goddess rolled her eyes.
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Next! Part Eight: The Morning After