He'd say something to that, but words have fled. His head drops forward, breath puffing hotly against Carden's skin, and he lets his mind fall into sensation, lets his sapience drop away. He can't even moan, now, as mindless with pleasure as he is. He just moves and feels and is, a trembling thing of pure id.
It should worry him, this overabundance of ecstasy. He is by no means an innocent, and yet he cannot recall a bliss so complete. Heat quivers in his root and he can feel the power within him swirling, shivering, then swirling again, then fitting perfectly around that of someone he thought was a stranger.
He can't possibly be a stranger.
They move together too perfectly. Their magick, their power, their very souls reaching for each other, twining around each other, all meld together too completely. Memories tremble just beyond his mind but he can't reach for them, now, this feels far too good.
One hand moves up, grasping the headboard, the other clutches at the bedsheets. His spine curves and he thrusts harder, falls into a desperate rhythm that can't stop. He'll go mad if it stops....
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It should worry him, this overabundance of ecstasy. He is by no means an innocent, and yet he cannot recall a bliss so complete. Heat quivers in his root and he can feel the power within him swirling, shivering, then swirling again, then fitting perfectly around that of someone he thought was a stranger.
He can't possibly be a stranger.
They move together too perfectly. Their magick, their power, their very souls reaching for each other, twining around each other, all meld together too completely. Memories tremble just beyond his mind but he can't reach for them, now, this feels far too good.
One hand moves up, grasping the headboard, the other clutches at the bedsheets. His spine curves and he thrusts harder, falls into a desperate rhythm that can't stop. He'll go mad if it stops....