It was the irregular moans that had awoken Altair from his sudden lapse of awareness in the midst of the pheromones driving him closer to madness. Tasha's insides were devouring him, writhing without mercy, stimulating him twice as hard as before. Despite the lack of motion and the fact he had just climaxed, it did little to stop him from nearly reaching his second completion.
Drool slipped from his mouth, hitting Tasha's naked back, and instantly turned to a vaper by her core temperature. She wondered if this was what her ancestors all felt or if this was something new. She herself didn't know, though she desperately wanted to know; lifting her buried head, she glanced back with murky eyes. She could feel her insides were a mess, and yet Altair still stood strong, harder than before, despite all that had happened.
