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... the onslaught.

She knows very well that the difficult part is to make the pleasure last. She tries to concentrate on the sensuality of small, slow movements while acutely conscious of her sex being softly and regularly pounded. À slippery hand glides over a breast, a small shift in the hips wakes up new sensations in her mound, moving ever so slightly, she feels the water course even lower down.

Eventually, she can’t hold the balance any more. Something tiny finally pushes her over the edge - the hanging droplet releases the showerhead and suddenly plunges downward. However small the catalyst, in a rush it is there. Her legs jerk forward against her belly while her sex explodes in a searing, earth-shattering spasm, ground into nothing by the ruthless flow of hot water…

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Two figures rest against a large oak tree. Though only its trunk is visible, the tree is clearly ancient, casting leaf-speckled shadows on the ground all around them. It stands slightly on its own in a tiny clearing with only deep forest beyond.

At first glance, the figure facing forward seems to be a woman. Though not tall, her limbs are long and extremely fine. Her skin has an amber tone and looks velvety to the touch. Short and lying close, her hair reflects a thousand shades of brown and gold.

A closer look betrays a peculiarly sylvan nature, though. She has a beautiful face - yet definitely not human, being longer and ending in a dainty, flat nose above a curiously lipless mouth. Her ...

... enormous, liquid brown eyes are spaced far apart and tilted slightly upwards. Open wide at the moment, they seem to be gazing at something in the treetops. Set up and out to the sides, her ears are slightly larger than a human’s and shaped like a deer’s. Lower down, one glimpses a bit of a tail, also that of a deer.

She is leaning back against the oak, one arm stretched out over her head, thrusting delicate breasts forward. The other arm reaches down to cradle the cheek of the male figure, his face pressed between her legs. He rests on the ground, yet his head easily reaches as high as her hips. His arms have wrapped around to grip her thighs from behind, so that one of her knees bends over his shoulder. Considering the mass of muscles rippling along his back, he is likely holding her entire body up in this position. Her feet don’t seem to touch the ground.

The male’s hair is long and black, with the same rich color and gleam as the fur on the lower half of his body, the two hind legs of a horse. Muscular ebony limbs bend beneath him while a luxurious tail stretches out behind. Throughout his body, a tension vibrates, barely under control and only too obvious in the long, dark erection rising towards the female.

The unlikely couple are adyrad and acentore, creatures that - under normal circumstances - do not speak to each other, let alone interact in this particular way. But they did not meet under normal circumstances.

dyrads generally stay with their herd. This ...