Not words. Not his name. Just the full-volume, completely unfiltered sound of a body that had too much information and no remaining filter between sensation and sound.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"AANGHH~~!! It's — 'it's hitting—' HNGHH~!! RAVEN—!!"
The deep one.
The long, nailing, committed thrust that arrived at the address it had been calibrated for and stayed — one second — two — while her inner walls did the convulsive, stuttering grip of a body beginning to understand what 'over the edge' means from the inside.
Her back.
Off the rock.
Completely.
Both her shoulder blades and her lower back simultaneously — the full, inverted arch of a body receiving maximum input and expressing it with its entire spine.
Her legs wrapped.
The legs Nara and Gia had been holding — they wrapped around him anyway, crossing at the ankle, locking with the blind muscle-memory of a body that had decided it was keeping what it had and was not asking permission.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
