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A fourth chance at life. The last chance. One would think that Rebirth came with a get out of jail free card, but not when you weren't the only one. Thrust into a world with other Rebirthers hidden in plain sight, the reset button wasn't as convenient for Zarek to use. Worst yet, this comedic system attached to his hip didn't seem as friendly as its banter suggested. Almost like a lurking demon breathing over his shoulder, it steered things from the shadows, pulling on his life in ways even his sensitivity to twists in time couldn't allow him to account for. Even so, Zarek pushed forward. With his third Rebirth Talent used up, his Talent Slots were empty and his other stats had regressed as time ebbed away at who he was little by little... But he had a plan. Somehow, he had to keep it hidden from the other Rebirthers, taking paths they would never expect, and adjusting when their Rebirths interfered with his own. This time, though... on his final shot... he would definitely succeed. For the sake of finding out the truth behind this antagonistic system... For the sake of protecting the girl that had given up everything to remain by his side... For the sake of himself.

1- I am not too much 'messages' nor 'call' » "So there, no, you have to send me messages," she said seriously. "Alright," I said lowering my head, she put her fingers on my chin and lifted my head, "I will miss you", the situation is quite funny, we have only known each other for a few hours and I know she was going to miss me too. I put my hand on her cheek and leaned down, our lips touching a little, "Can I?" " She didn't answer, she kissed me, I felt butterflies in my stomach and wanted to have her closer to me. My hands on her hips pulled her closer to me, I felt like it wasn't enough, but we had to stop, her mom was waiting for her, so I broke the kiss. "Now you have to send me messages" I nodded, she gave me a breathtaking smile. 2- There were two cars, one of which had overturned and was badly damaged. She slowed her car and got out with heavy, shaky, but firm steps. She approached the overturned car. She collapsed to her knees, her throat blocked, no sound coming out. Blood trickled out from the car. Her hands came within inches of her mouth and dropped abruptly, and a strident scream finally escaped from her. She couldn't hear herself, she could only hear a long whistling sound. But that didn't stop her from continuing her agonizing screams, tears streaming from her eyes with no way to stop them. She screamed and cried, wishing to the depths of her being that it had all been a dream. ... "That day in fall, after the storm  The sun returns brighter than ever And a sweet flower blooms, it is a rebirth. My Sweet Rose"

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

The gods burned his empire to the ground. Now, its ruins might burn him alive. In the ashen corpse of Draal, where the Veins pulse with buried lies and the dead still whisper, scavengers like Kael Varros survive by looting melted bones, shattered relics, and forgotten sins. But buried deep in the cinders, Kael finds something worse: the crown of the Forgotten King—fused with molten glass, pulsing with a memory that isn’t his and a curse that refuses to die. And in its heat, something inside him begins to crack. Now visions of fire and betrayal stalk his waking mind. Ash-born wraiths hunt him. Burnfaith zealots scour the ruins to silence what should’ve stayed buried. The crown remembers what the gods erased: a rebellion that scorched the skies, an empire that bled, and the truth that could burn the world again. And Kael wears its curse. The ashes haven’t cooled. The past isn’t done burning. He never asked to be part of the story—but the past made him its weapon. He must wield the crown’s ruin—or be consumed by it.

the journey of a Tahtah seeking redemption from his resting place in mictlan. a fusion of hip hop and folklorico style as well as Mexica (Aztec) and Mayan mythology and the fantastic creatures and myths of Mexico. A birth blessed by a God to ultimately be cursed by another God. which leads to a journey from the underworld back to the realm of the living. Once a slave seeking freedom, to a cursed being given the role of guide and protector. when will his journey and end and how long can he keep his sanity through an eternity? we will have to see if he will learn his lessons or stay in the same cycles while death dances awaiting his libiration.

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

The World of Remnant. Is one full of many things that can and would lead to the deaths of millions. If it weren't for huntsman academies deaigned to forge young souls into capable hunters against the forces of Grimm. The original story for this project is influenced by a RWBY rp. Characters that aren't rooster teeth affiliated are used with permission to the characters respective owners. Also if you want to support the writing process. And possibly support me in obtaining a cup of coffee here's my patreon! patreon.com/FellWrites permissions granted by. And special shoutout to. Silver Jet Thantos Carter/Tyler

He has walked through countless worlds—realms of swords and shadows, of gods and monsters. In each life, he bore a new name, rewrote destinies, and defied endings. But now, in the war-torn world of Remnant, he awakens once more—memories fractured, power dormant, yet instinct screaming: something is deeply wrong. Reincarnated into RWBY, a world on the brink of chaos, he knows this isn't just another cycle. The patterns of fate are tangled—Team RWBY’s future is shifting, Ozpin’s secrets run deeper, and Salem’s darkness stretches further than recorded history. With knowledge from lifetimes past and skills forged in countless battles, he must navigate familiar events twisted by unseen forces. This time, he's not just changing fate—he's chasing the truth behind it

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength. Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world. //A chapter a day guaranteed. 3k+ words each. I'll try to avoid info dumps, but it's a BIG world so it's hard to avoid since there's a LOT to unpack. For extra content, including art pieces and official character designs, Manga panels, and more, got to my Patre0n. In the midst of creating a physical Manga. Patre0n.com/ShadowDrev Discord: https://discord.com/invite/kBR243rUB2

In a neon-lit city where memories can be stolen and sold as currency, tormented ex-cop Kyren Sable is haunted by fragments of his lost past. Drawn into a vast conspiracy that blends technology and ancient sorcery, he finds himself protecting an enigmatic woman—Celestine Vale—whose existence holds the key to a forgotten prophecy. As corporate overlords manipulate dreams and rebel factions stir in the shadows, Kyren must navigate betrayals and impossible choices. Every confrontation pushes him closer to the edge of sanity, forcing him to question the nature of reality itself. The stakes grow cosmic: memories begin to literally shape the world, and the boundary between love and oblivion blurs. When even one’s name can be erased, Kyren faces a final question—what will he sacrifice to reclaim a truth beyond dreams?

WSA 2025 The narrative follows a gamer who, after selecting the "Awakened Cinder" class in the game Fractured Dawn, finds himself transported into the game's world. However, this version of the game is devoid of its usual interfaces—no UI, no tutorials, and no second chances. Each death strips away a part of his memories and identity, immersing him deeper into a perilous reality. The protagonist, now known as Riven, must navigate the treacherous Witherlands, confronting formidable foes like the Gravemare and Dreamborn Horrors, while uncovering the mysteries of Emberlight, Grace, and Cindershrines. His journey is one of survival, self-discovery, and challenging the very fabric of this fractured world. If you want to have a discussion about the novel, kindly tap on the discord group link-> https://discord.gg/M6T4vEQRuZ

In the fire-bound kingdom of Solvyris, Princess Seris Embervale has always walked a thin line between duty and defiance. As heir to the Ember Throne and the last of the royal Emberbloods—those with the rare ability to bond directly with elemental flame—Seris is expected to rule, to marry for power, and to suppress the dangerous hunger of fire that grows within her soul. But when Kaelen Thorne, a mysterious skyborn emissary from the realm of winds, infiltrates the palace and pulls Seris into a long-buried prophecy, everything changes. A forgotten Mirror Gate awakens. Dreams begin to bleed into reality. And beneath the palace, the Crown of Cinders—a relic said to grant dominion over fire itself—begins to stir after three centuries of silence. As Seris and Kaelen delve into ancient secrets and elemental alliances long fractured, they uncover a truth more terrifying than war: the elemental balance between fire, air, earth, and water is unraveling. A forgotten enemy is moving in the shadows, and the first move has already been made. To protect her people and prevent the world from being consumed by the rebirth of Primordial Flame, Seris must embrace the fire inside her and confront a legacy of power that has destroyed those who came before her. But the deeper her bond with Kaelen grows, the more precarious her choices become—because loving him could ignite the very war she’s sworn to stop. And wearing the crown may save the world… …or set it ablaze.

The sky was once a canvas of peace, a sanctuary for the weary. But now it lay as an eternal reminder of humanity's impending downfall. Six years ago, the demons finally came out of hiding. They used the humans as sacrifices for Satan's growing power. Gabriel Cain, a widower who had his everything taken from him, shall make it his duty to venture into hell with the Black Sun Resistance for the purpose of saving everyone and avenging those he lost.

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.

TRIGGER WARNING: 18+ I heard a loud hiss, and then shortly afterward, cold, scaly hands roughly grabbed my own, and instantly, amazing tingles erupted throughout my body, making the nausea I felt subside. The elder went on to tie a red ribbon tightly around our hands and then took a few steps back. I stood still, praying to the goddess for something to go wrong so this ceremony could be canceled. But when the ribbon vanished from our held hands, I knew there was no way out. It was finally done. I was now wedded to the very monster I feared. As everyone celebrated, I sat there in fear, blaming myself. I blamed myself for being weak and for being an omega like my little sister. I hated the moon goddess for letting my mate be a half-serpent, half-man, but above all, I hated myself for being born. ………………. PREVIEW ………………… I gasped when his foot hit each side of my feet, making me spread my legs apart. I understood what was going to happen, but it terrified me more than I had ever been in my life. I tensed when I felt claws trailing along my spine, slowly sending a shiver throughout my body. When the hand stopped at my hips, I took deep breaths to steady my stance while the claws slightly pierced my skin.

Tubo has always loved big, bold, beautiful granny panties — a symbol of her heritage, confidence, and unapologetic Black womanhood. But every time she opens her heart, the world tries to shrink her. Two boyfriends walk away because she refuses to tone down her style. A close friend betrays her trust, exposing her love for granny panties in a public scandal that haunts her at work and in her soul. Torn between shame and self-love, Tubo nearly burns her entire collection — and a part of herself — in a desperate attempt to fit in. But through pain and deep reflection, she rediscovers her power. Inspired by a powerful commercial celebrating real women unashamed of who they are, Tubo has a breakthrough: she’s done apologizing. Embracing her truth, she launches a blog sharing her journey of broken hearts, betrayal, and self-acceptance — proving that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is wear your heart on your hips and love yourself out loud. This is a story about identity, healing, and the freedom that comes when you finally stop shrinking to make others comfortable.

Un chico sin ningún recuerdo de su anterior vida, es reencarnado en el mundo de Remnant por una diosa desconocida, con una misión. Cogerse a todas las mujeres que pueda...

When Kael awakens in a forest of cinders, surrounded by corpses and silence, his past is gone—but the world hasn't forgotten him. Branded by a glowing sigil he can’t explain and haunted by voices that aren’t his, Kael stumbles into a war he doesn’t remember starting. In his dreams, a woman calls his name. In the waking world, people fear it. As shadowy forces close in and fragments of forgotten power surface, Kael must confront the truth buried deep within his shattered memory: He wasn’t just erased. He was made to forget—for a reason. In a realm where magic feeds on emotion and memories hold power, Kael's search for identity may unravel reality itself. Dark fantasy, psychological mystery, and slow-burn romance collide in Ash & Echoes of a Broken Memory — a tale of rebirth, regret, and revelation.

Velstrae thrives on elemental obedience—where the gifted wield fire as law and the flameborn rule from the shadows. Liora, a servant girl with no elemental spark, was destined to live and die beneath nobles’ boots. Until the night she awakens a black flame—one no one can name and everyone fears. Branded as a threat to the realm, Liora becomes the Queen’s most wanted. Her only hope lies in fleeing across the fractured empire with allies she barely trusts, power she cannot control, and a fate whispered by ancient ruins: Ashborn. Heir to cinders. Sent to hunt her is Riven, the Queen’s most loyal weapon—a flame-forged killer bound to the crown by a blood oath. Cold, controlled, and merciless, Riven has never failed. But the girl with eyes like smoke and defiance like a blade threatens everything he’s become. She fights like fire incarnate. And worse—she sees him. Forced into uneasy proximity as war ignites and kingdoms fracture, Liora and Riven tread the thin line between hatred and something far more dangerous. Their bond is forbidden. Their desire, impossible. Yet the deeper they descend into old magic and rebellion, the more they realize: the Queen’s reign was never built to last. And some flames were meant to burn the world down.

Your class has always been known to be notorious so it wasn't much of a surprise that you guys decided to form an even more notorious gang called THE EMPIRE right? Been friends and classmates for more than a decade and half so running a criminal empire together shouldn't be a problem right? But are they prepared for all the Love, Hate and Romance all while still remaining friends and running an empire together, well we'll find out in THE EMPIRE. Well and if the the Amazing triplets and their friends can make it through all the obstacles that lie ahead. Running an empire with your family should be a piece of cake for siblings who've been attached by the hip since day one.

Damien’s hands were rough on my hip, his hot breath against my ear, a small growl escaped those perfect lips. “Ride me,” he commands. Like an addictive drug, my body trembled but obeyed, sliding down slowly inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside me, stretching my core. My fingers dug into his thighs, my lips parting with a choked moan. “Ahh—hmm…” A choked-out moan escaped. From the doorway, Luca watched, his eyes dark and hungry. Somehow his presence ignited something darker within me. My heart pounded hard and my skin flushed. I gasped, panting, as I sank lower onto Damien, swallowing every inch. But it wasn’t enough. I leaned back against Damien’s chest, my voice a trembling whisper: “I want both of you.” Luca stepped forward, answering the call. The world blurred around me, the heat crashing into a frenzy. My fingers tangled in Luca’s hair, pulling him closer—even as I continued to ride Damien beneath me. This was what my body craved. A dangerous dance of control, surrender, and forbidden desire.

(Rated R18+: Strong Course Language, Sex Scenes, Action, War, Blood & Gore Violence) (This story is not for children.) A UNSC freighter goes into slip space to escape an whole entire fleet of Covenant war ships, while in slip space the ship sustained heavy damage from the attack, they crash into the unknown planet and the only survivor is a Spartan named Lucas who now finds out more about his mother's past, secrets his family kept from him, he will also find love and now has to protect this new world from the The Covenant and other enemies along the way and trust me there is something more horrifying in the universe. (I do not own the characters of RWBY or the Halo characters except for my OC Lucas)

Kaitlyn Woods lives on the harsh edges of the city, where survival is a silent war. With an ill mother depending on her and no one to turn to, she’s forced into a thankless job in a suspicious bakery-turned-gaming shop, one that quickly reveals its darker layers. As she endures manipulation from those who mistake her desperation for weakness, Kaitlyn finds herself caught in a complicated web of affection and betrayal, torn between two hearts tied to the same bloodline. What begins as an unexpected connection soon spirals into emotional chaos, testing her strength, her loyalty, and her sense of self. With her world crumbling and her mother’s condition worsening, Kaitlyn must fight not just for survival, but for clarity, because in a city full of secrets, even love can be a trap. Can she break free, or will she lose herself trying to hold it all together?

Utterly mad and consumed by hatred, Sebastian attacked Erika Luttrell’s manor. As the woman incinerated him to ashes, Sebastian died with a crazed smile on his face, finding humor in his own death. But fate had a wild twist in store for Sebastian. Thanks to a trinket bequeathed by his dead father, the pyromancer gets sent back to the past, landing right in the middle of another shot at payback. There is only a tiny insignificant problem plaguing the man. Madness followed him, pushing him to take completely avoidable risks. With a grin on his face, and flames in his hands, Sebastian will make those who ruined his family pay and turn into cinders all the thespians within the mystical realm who gave him his powers. --------------- RELEASE SCHEDULE: Two chapters a day UNLESS I have real life stuff to attend. CHAPTER LENGTH: 1000-1200 words long chapters. --------------- TAGS: #Skill Creation #Alternative World #Regression #Mad MC #Male MC #Western Fantasy If you want to share some thoughts or have a chat with me, you can join the discord's server here: https://discord.gg/dZpb4TBRJc

Under the new red sun, the mutated animals and the mutated people called "fighters" are engaged in a never-ending war for control of the Earth. When three delinquents students are given scholarships to Yellow Sun Academy, the most prestigious fighter academy, it falls to them and their new friends to defend the Earth from the animals. Can the fighter students rise to the occasion and saved all of mankind? Or will the animals finally win? (Inspired by Rooster Teeth's RWBY)

In a world where power is determined by cultivation, Ashen Wu is born with a shattered dantian, rendering him unable to cultivate. Mocked by his clan and abandoned by his father, he is left to fend for himself in the outskirts of the empire. However, when he stumbles upon an ancient ruin, he discovers the Ashen Codex—a forbidden cultivation method that defies the heavens themselves. But there is a price. The more Ashen cultivates, the more his body turns to ash, his life force burning away to fuel his strength. With every battle, he must walk the fine line between power and oblivion. As he unravels the secrets of the Ashen Codex, he learns that his fate is tied to a long-forgotten war between celestial beings and primordial demons. Armed with a body that withers with every breakthrough and a soul that refuses to yield, Ashen Wu embarks on a path that will shake the foundations of the cultivation world. Will he conquer destiny, or will he fade into nothingness like the ashes he commands? Key Cultivation Realms: Mortal Vein – The foundation of all cultivators. Spirit Ash Stage – Body begins to refine energy, but with Ashen’s technique, it starts burning away. Cinder Core Formation – His dantian, once broken, reforms into a core of embers. Eternal Ember Ascension – His very existence starts to merge with the Dao of Ash and Rebirth. Heavenly Ash God – The final step, where he transcends life and death, becoming the embodiment of destruction and renewal. Main Characters: Ashen Wu – The outcast with a body destined to burn away. A calm yet ruthless cultivator who values loyalty above all. Lan Yue – A mysterious woman with a celestial lineage, drawn to Ashen’s fate. She holds the key to the Ashen Codex’s true origin. Old Ghost – A sarcastic yet wise spirit residing within the Ashen Codex, guiding Ashen in his cultivation. Jin Tianlong – A prodigious cultivator of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Ashen’s greatest rival and the embodiment of heaven’s will. Themes: Defying fate and destiny Power that comes with a cost Betrayal, revenge, and redemption The balance between destruction and rebirth Would you like me to expand on any part, such as specific fights, plot twists, or world-building?

In a world where history has been burned to ash and truth lives only in whispered legends, Kael Danivar — a forgotten survivor of a ruined bloodline — stumbles upon an ancient relic: the Annals of the Cinderfreed. Pressed into service by the proud, ruthless Sigilborn, Kael rises from a nameless laborer to a decorated soldier, desperate for belonging in a world that has no place for the weak. But loyalty comes at a price. Haunted by fevered dreams of blood and fire, Kael begins to see cracks in the Sigilborn’s shining ideals. When the brutal realities of war tear away the last of his innocence — and those he trusts are silenced in cover-ups and lies — Kael is forced to confront a choice: remain blind and safe within the walls of power, or risk everything to uncover the buried truth of the Cinderfreed. As ancient forces stir and forgotten horrors rise from the shadows, Kael’s journey will lead him into the heart of lost knowledge, into a war without heroes, and into the fire of his own reckoning. Some truths were meant to be forgotten. Some names were never meant to rise again. But from cinders, something must be freed.

The world has ended—slowly, violently, and without mercy. Once a realm of wonder where men, elves, and dragons coexisted in uneasy harmony, it now lies in ruin. A great plague, known only as The Fall, swept through the kingdoms like a whisper before turning into a scream. It twisted minds, mutated bodies, and birthed nightmares known as The Fallen. Civilizations collapsed. Forests turned to cinder. Cities sank into silence. From the ashes walks a man known only as The Mourner—a former noble from a lost kingdom, whose family and people were devoured by the plague. Bound by grief and haunted by memories, he now serves a nameless order that scavenges what little remains, searching not just for hope or truth, but for something worse: meaning. As whispers of a second wave stir beneath the ruins, The Mourner must descend into forgotten catacombs, face ancient horrors, and confront the question that keeps him breathing: Why was he left behind when everything else was taken from him ?

Jesukobiruo Gbagbeke, popularly known as Lil Kobiz is a young rapper with raw talent. He hails from Ughievwen kingdom, Delta State. He has a unique hip hop rap style of music and his role models are Kida Wonder, El Corizo and Erigga

“Tell me to stop.” Nyra’s back hit the cold stone wall, breath stolen as Ares loomed over her, shirt half-torn, his fingers already wrapped tight around her throat—not enough to choke, just enough to make her feel owned. “I won’t,” she whispered, voice wrecked with anticipation. In a flash, her legs were around his waist, and his mouth crashed into hers—tongue demanding, desperate, dangerous. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against the soaked heat between her thighs, dragging through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. “So fucking wet for a god you claim to hate.” He didn’t wait for her sass. One brutal thrust and he was inside—stretching her, splitting her open like a blade through silk. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—” “That’s right,” he growled into her neck. “Say it. Scream it. I want Olympus to hear what they’ll never touch.” He fucked her like she was his battlefield. Each thrust was war—slamming into her with punishing rhythm, her body clapping against stone as her moans turned to cries. Her orgasm hit fast, violent, hips jerking, thighs trembling. But he didn’t stop. He flipped her over, bent her against the altar, ripped what little fabric remained. He growled as he slid back in—deeper this time, rougher, his hand in her hair, the other on her hip, dragging her back to meet every ruthless thrust. “You think the gods want you?” Smack—his palm landed across her ass. She yelped. “They can beg. But your pussy’s mine now.” She whimpered, melting under his touch, her second climax already building.