Evara was losing her mind. The friction was too much. She was drooling onto the furs, her eyes rolled back.
"Look at me," he commanded, turning her face to the side.
Evara's eyes were glazed, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she was smiling—a wild, broken smile. "Yes... harder... ruin me..."
"You like being used like this?" Sol asked, thrusting harder, his balls slapping against her clit.
"Yes!" she shrieked. "Use me! Take everything! I don't care! I'm yours!"
Sol grinned. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so her neck arched.
Sol felt the Primal Resonance peaking. His body was truly devouring her in. She was a bottomless well of vitality, and her eagerness, her lust, was opening the floodgates wide.
He reached around, his hand finding one of her heavy, swaying breasts. He squeezed hard, kneading the flesh, pinching the nipple. Evara cried out, her inner muscles clamping down even harder on his cock.
