We Could All Benefit From A Little Cold
"We Could All Benefit From A Little Cold" was written by K. Austin in September, 2010. This work of literature is under a Creative Common's License and is subjected to some laws. Please do not edit, reuse or redistribute without written, expressed permission from the author. For more information about the Creative Commons License used by this artist please feel free to send them a message and ask. Characters are copyrighted.
A little about the story! This story was just a funny idea between me and a friend at first but after a little brain storming I found it to be too interesting not to do. The story is set in a Bleach (an anime) continuity two hundred years after the death of all canon characters. Therefore, the characters within the story are wearing black shinigami uniforms. In particular, these two are wearing their white Captain's coats as well! Interaction is taking place within the Sereitei; home of the shinigamis. I tried to keep everything simple without using terms or references to the anime so that way everyone could enjoy and understand the story all the same. If you're unsure about the uniforms? Just go Google 'Bleach shinigami' or something and you'll get a ton of visuals! They're very Asian themed with hakamas, obis, etcetera.
We Could All Benefit From A Little Cold
The soft click of the door sliding into place practically echoed in the cold air as Becka stared down at the handle while she closed it. For a moment, the human girl gave the knob a blank stare while something slipped through her mind. It couldn't have been too important though because she just turned around to face the crisp air -- crossing her arms in front of her and tucking her hands into the opposite's sleeves.
While taking in the strange sight the cold fog made as it clung to the every surface it possibly could she would shake her head and sigh. Becka's breath could have been seen in the air. "The cold," she started. "It's too strange. It is just so... Ugh." She couldn't think of another word for it. Crappy? Unwanted? Bothersome?
The brown curls of hair pinned up at the back of her head bounced with the sudden motion she made of turning to her left and beginning to walk down the lonely pathways of the normally bustling Sereitei. Unfortunately for Becka, Captain of Squad Nine of Thirteen, Squad One wasn't as close as she would have liked it. This meant that during her brisk, hurried walk her toes and face would surely be granted the cold's lingering kisses. And they would definitely complain later about it. But with the gray cobblestone walkways unoccupied the trip to Squad One's building just a few moments away, she'd not think about the negative impact her walk may have on her currently. After all, she'd just warm up again, she figured.
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When the door to his office opened with little to no warning his only reaction was to remove his attention from his papers and shift them upwards. But only his attention and eyes moved where Kusan's face itself did not. This created a peculiar expression, to say in the least. But since the seven foot tall, three hundred pound anthropomorphic wolf cleared Becka's five foot four with ease his sight was not at all hindered.
"Is there something I could help you with, Captain Kagemi?" He'd finally lower the papers in his hands after the unexpected intrusion wore off only to set them to the left of his desk to show her that she had his attention.
But Becka was obviously not here on business. Her happy-go-lucky, feminine voice was but a whine today as she replied, "It's too cold, Commander! I don't like it!" As if the office was her own she wasted no time in closing the door behind her and crossing the room. But instead of sitting down on the other side of his desk politely she just took a nonchalant right and came around the desk. Her shoulders lifted to pull a few inches of her coat up while her butt was slipped right into his very lap! That way when her shoulders fell it allowed her enough to room to move comfortably in the case she had ended up sitting on the tail of her long, white coat.
"I'm sorry?" The apology was hardly a question but simply one of those 'What can I do about it?' statements. It was followed by a cocking of his left brow when she went and made herself at home. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep from hindering her nesting and just watched as she turned her body to straddle him and look directly up at him. Yes, up. He also had to look down slightly just so his maroon eyes could glimpse into her brown ones. "What is this? Have you simply come to ruin my work?"
"No," she murmured at him just as casually as he had asked the question. "I said it was cold. I've disturbed your work because it is cold. It's as simple as that." What a smart ass, she was. The fact that there was no sarcasm in the voice but all of it was factually stated only expressed more volumes of sarcasm then a snide comment could have. But it was the way she seemed so comfortable with him as to actually reach forward and slide her hands between the folds of his shihakusho's kosode right to the thick fur beneath.
Kusan rolled his eyes to her sarcasm. He had uncrossed his arms to allow her to do this while simply watching to see what she was attempting to do. She had not tried to remove the obi -- the sash which held the kosode in place -- and therefore knew she wasn't trying to completely remove it. So nothing stopped her chilled fingers from spreading and wading through the fur where they slid around his waist. However, the sensitive, protected flesh beneath his fur coat rippled with a shudder when they were exposed to the temperature his fur normally blocked out. "Ugh," he said at first. But his next sentence came after she had turned her head sideways and placed it against the warm fur of his chest and her hands came to a stop after coming around him in a hug. It was a low hug since the woman's arms surely would not fit around the large, muscled wolf. "Captain Kagemi, please explain yourself before I remove you. That's... That's a terrible feeling." He was talking about the cold fingers, of course.
"Oh, drop the formalities, Kusan. I have not come to see you for business or to report. Besides, I've nothing to report. Everything's slowed down with this odd chill hovering over the Sereitei as of late." Her voice had perked up a bit as she then said, "Speaking of which, have you heard anything about it?" Her hips shifted and she leaned all the closer against him for some of that warmth. Her thinking had not been too incorrect, after all. The furriest guy was definitely the warmest! It was only convincing him to leave her be to warm up that would be the hard part, she figured. "Unless... Unless you have something you need to do. Then, of course, I can leave. I'll just wait outside -- in the cold -- and come back in an hour or so to warm up."
Kusan did not seem bothered by the way she threatened to come back even colder and with a vengeance. He was the sort of guy that would be half tempted to let her do just that just to see if she would actually go stand in that thick cold for an hour. "I wasn't doing anything too important, to be honest."
"Ah," she said. "That's good. Always being busy is just a pain in the neck, no?" She lifted her head from his furred chest only to turn it to the other side and begin warming up that side. That was when she caught a glimpse of the tribal-style teal markings crossing through his black fur. Sure, she could see the ones on his face but she'd never seen the man without half of his kosode on. Looking sideways at the exotic markings, she lifted her head after a moment only to slide those chilly hands back around and to the front of him. Idly, she was tracing the markings with her fingertips. "Are these all over, Kusan?"
"For the most part," he breathed. The change in voice was an odd one and he met her gaze when she looked up at him to try and discover the reason. He had reclined for the most part.
"Is something wrong, Kusan?" She shifted her hips a bit nervously with the way he had readjusted himself to recline. Did he not like his fur stroked and ruffled? As if the thought never crossed her mind she just continued stroking the curls and designs in his fur on his chest. Her gaze dropped from his face and down to watch her curious hands. You couldn't blame her. How often do you think the human girl got to see this specific wolf species around the Sereitei? She had not once until him.
But instead of answering her, he would place his hands up on her thighs. This did not restrict what she was doing with his fur nor did it restrict her in his lap. The long fingers of the massive hand easily curled around half her petite thighs. "Not necessarily, Becka. That depends on what you're trying to do." The shifting and rolling of her hips in his lap, the stroking of his fur and the teases of the sensitive flesh beneath his coat was all starting to produce some interesting results. And with him reclined it was only growing more and more obvious against the loose fabric of his hakama.
She looked a little confused at first. Well, she was warming up! Gradually, her hands slowed over a few moments when she reassured herself he must not like the touching. Becka let a disappointed sigh leave her lips when she went to close and straighten out his kosode. But when her hands trailed down to the obi -- to make sure it hadn't pulled loose in the process -- the sigh turned into a breathy gasp. "Oh... Oh, I did not mean...," she murmured in a half-whisper. Becka took her hands away altogether and placed them over her's over her thighs. She was treading on explored ground and with the blush and submissive attitude? It was obvious.
"Now, now," Kusan started, "You're not going to waltz in here, treat me like this and just stop, are you? " His voice was half-interest and just half-amused with her little display. So he pulled his hands slowly out from under her own and moved them to his clothing. The sash was untied and just dropped to hang from his seat. The folded kosode was brushed aside like nothing while his thumbs hooked in the inside of his loose hakama and pushed down. They were abandoned to sit in his lap where his hands just moved back to her own on those thighs. Not only was the seven foot tall, three hundred pound man much larger then these humans but even the cock that had slid from his sheathe look just as daunting. And he was rather excited, to say in the least. But his curious expression watched her responses to it all.
Of course, she had blushed even deeper and looked away. But even looking off to the side, her eyes could not help but wander back to what he was doing or what he was showing her. They flicked away after a glance at the canine cock, the knot, the sheathe; the whole new tool! But even she could not help it when her gaze slid back for a better look while poorly disguising it. The whole display lasted only a few moments before -- defeated -- she turned back to him. "I-I apologize. This is your office and your squad. I should not have done something to you in such a public place."
Her words had apologized and said one thing when her expressions and her actions showed a whole 'nother outlook. One hand left her where it had been abandoned in her thigh to reach forward in an exploration. Her index finger had lightly pressed itself to the outer flesh at the tip of the canine cock and slowly slid down. The slickness, thickness, reactions; she watched for it all. And when he did not protest but breathe a soft sigh she only continued. It trailed down the many inches to where his knot was. With it's use unknown she teased it like any other part of the cock displayed to her. Then, around the top of his knot, she traced her fingers as they curled around. Only once her fingers curled around did she close them in around the base of his cock and start back up with a gentle stroke.
"You're right," Kusan murred. "This is my squad and most people knock on the door, you know?" His arms came up and crossed over his chest briefly until he realized the habit had obstructed his view of her handling. They uncrossed and dropped back to her knees as his eyes closed briefly. "You should know better then to stroke a dry man, Becka. Or don't you?" A smirk curled in the corners of his maw.
"Don't tease me!" As if the blush could get any worse, she avoided looking up at him. Instead, she took her hand away only to place her index and middle fingers in her mouth and coat them with saliva. Her thumb also got this treatment.
Becka had to admit, her fingers slid much easier across the glossy tool as she explored it. She even had to admit it interested her even more to watch how the saliva spread, reflected light, and even made it all the more attractive. So much that she had stood up from his lap, leaned forward and eased her ass back beneath his desk. She had to arch her back and move her hands down his waist, thighs and knees to ease the process. But once it was done he agreed with it by parting his knees enough she could sit between them. She didn't have the luxury of sitting back on her heels due to his height but the way her breasts were pressed into his groin and her head hovered over that cock granted her more access, anyway.
"There you go," he reassured. He reached up with his left hand and placed it on her shoulder only to gently coax her by rubbing his thumb across her uniform. But, honestly, he didn't do much more then that. He just watched what she was doing as she tested and explored the new waters of his foreign body. That fact alone was enough to keep him at his most excited! But the way the cock occasionally pulsed under her ministrations was an absolute natural reaction to all the stimulation and attention it was getting.
When she cast him a glance and was reassured she was too happy to just continue. Her head tilted down and her gaze filled with nothing but the task at hand. And it was surprising to see how anxious she was to explore it! Her head tilted at first and she would go and let her soft, pink tongue trace over the outer rim of his knot. What was the tip of her tongue testing and tasting him soon turned into a good, full lick over at least half of the knot when a throb coaxed her into doing so. Then it twisted and drug itself up all those thick inches where she'd lap across the flat head. Finally, her tongue came back to her mouth and she murmured, "It's... Different. I like it more then..." Her sentence wandered off. Then what? A human's? Becka was not going to try and even get that sentence said without it sounding too odd so she left it be. Instead of trying to explain she just parted her lips, closed her eyes, and took a few inches of him into her mouth for more tasting by suckling.
He had laughed softly under his breathe when she went about talking. "Is that a good thing?" His words trailed off and a soft groan filled his chest only to be let out gently as her lips slipped down his manhood. His hand would move from her shoulder to the back of her neck and even up through the base of her hair to continue coaxing her. "You can take more then that, Becka. I know better." A light, reassuring pressure was applied to the back of her neck. But when he felt resistance and her uncertainty then just those four or five inches he could not help but laugh again. "Remember that you came in here and worked me up. Now you're going to be good and fix it, right?" It was half a command and half a suggestion but the large, furred hand of his that slid up another inch or two in her hair so he could buck another two or three inches into the back of her throat.
Poor Becka had not been expecting him to go from coaxing to practically demanding. At least, she thought, he had a nice way of going about that. Until he had seized her and filled her to her throat. "Mmph," was about the only muffled noise of surprise she could make while making sure he never had to feel teeth or a gag. In other words, it was an 'Open up wide and relax' sort of reaction. She whimpered. Once she regained control of herself and he eased up would she turn pleasing four or five inches of him into five or six inches.
The increase did not sit well with him because she once again had two or three more inches shoved into her throat. But when they pulled back a moment later she was given an even bigger surprise when her face was pulled down until her lips met his knot. This may only have been an inch or two more and making his cock at a total of approximately ten inches but it was more then enough to fuck her throat with and get a good squirm and squeal out of her. "Can you do that?"
Her eyes were wide and even slightly watering at the package he buried in her throat. It was unexpected enough that she pulled away and panted to catch her breath. "I-I can try," Becka gasped. One arm reached up to wipe her lips while the other hand went back to stroking him. She was going to be good and she was not going to leave him unattended. "That's bigger then..." Again her words wandered off. A human's? The entire feral cock concept had her simply stunned when it came to words and aroused when it came down to the sex.
Becka again dipped her head and drug her tongue over the flat head before pushing forward and taking a good amount of him. Her lips had been wrapped tightly around the meat and when she finally took as much as she could she would stop to take a breath through her nose and push even another inch into her mouth. The deed gained a pleasurable sigh from him. He even made another slightly deeper one when she began to suckle while pulling her tongue back in long, coaxing motions. The tongue then curled around the cock as it stretched back out before coming back with another deep sucking motion.
"That's," he grunted. "That's much better." His hands had came down a few inches of her hair and back to her neck. Without even edging her to do so her breathing paused long enough for her head to thrust forward a handful of times before it returned to the sensual nursing and licking. He had balled his hand into a fist there behind her head and his own breath caught in his throat through the ministrations. "Much, much better," Kusan breathed.
The praise only got the sucking to become longer and deeper while she concentrated on leaving no part of the cock she could reach unattended to by her tongue. Once she was comfortable with what she was doing she even added in another element for him. Her left hand stayed on his thigh but her right hand came in and curled around that thick knot. Little was it's use known but it was not hard at all to figure out he enjoyed the tender attention to it. The way her fingers and thumb massaged and grazed across it coupled with the blow-job sent the dog into groans.
His hand removed itself from the back of her head only to come around and stroke her jaw. "You should stop there. I'm not going to cum for you yet, you know," Kusan said as he stood quickly enough to push his chair a few inches back but without startling her too much. He reached down and took hold of her beneath her arms.
Becka was too easy to pick up for him and it was with ease that she was set on the edge of his desk. She looked a tad disappointed that she had not been able to get him off but did not struggle with him when he went about changing it into something else he wanted. It was only when he took hold of her shoulders and slid them down her arms to rid her of her squad coat did she understand he was only pushing it further. A silence filled the room as he left the coat laying behind her and just moved down to her obi. As the sash was untied and set to the side she was able to begin aiding him in undressing her.
"No," he said when he realized she was willing to remove more. "It's better this way." And he was content to see that she dropped her hands to either side of her hips and reclined back onto her elbows with the most curious expression being tossed at him. One of his legs was lifted off the floor and it stretched back to hook his toes around the chair leg and pull it back under him. As he sat his hands slid down her hips, hooking inside her hakama, he disrobed her of the loose pants clear down to her knees. But stopping at the knees, Kusan would turn his hands to the underside and lift them up, apart, and back against her chest.
As he went about all of this Becka only watched him with a curiosity and a blush that was unrivaled. Only when the swift motion of pinning her legs up towards her chest render her both pretty much helpless and completely exposed did she gasp. "D-Don't just stare! It's embarrassing!" As if her blush could grow any deeper right now.
His eyes lifted from where they had been examining the wet, shaven mound and to between her knees where her face was seen from. "Since you demanded so nicely," he snorted. His eyes stayed on her face while his head lowered enough he could press that cold, wet nose right up against her hooded clit. She definitely smelt aroused, he noted. And when her back arched and her hips wriggled in response he parted his maw to allow the coarse tongue he had to slip between her lips and drag itself up towards the clit where it returned to his mouth.
Becka arched her back and grabbed the sides of his desk with her hands on either side of her ass. The simple motion was enough to shift her hips and cause his nose to go and rub over her clit. When her first reaction was to relax and the attention on her sensitive clit would stop the shifting only caused it to rub again as it fell back into place. Her toes curled as the whole situation coaxed deep, pleasured moans from her.
He cocked his head to look down when her hands had grabbed the edges of the desk and it seemed to amuse him. He even watched her toes curl while she tried to hold still and render herself to him. Kusan chuckled and turned his attention back to the task at hand. "It's cute, you know?" His words paused every couple so he could give the folds of her puss a good lick with his rough tongue. "The way you're so easy to please... The way you writhe. Hm?"
His head tilted upward a bit then allowing his tongue to lap over her clit oh-so slowly. He even gently nipped on the hood when he got no answer from what he had said. Kusan drug the softer underside of his tongue down where the tip would start prodding at her entrance. After a few his tongue dove right in without warning.
Becka had -- Of course -- not given any resistance to the licking and prodding. Her moans were often enough and even accompanied with the quiver of her knees when he got near her clit or entrance. But it was once his big, canine tongue was skillfully slid into her depths did she really react. Not only was there that initial surprise, a quick intake of air and little gasping noise, but when she exhaled it came out in a lustful plea. "More, Kusan! D-Don't stop..."
What was he going to say to that? Kusan's ears flicked as they caught the plea and obliged. Again his maroon eyes closed and he began to concentrate on her sounds and her reactions to judge when he hit a good spot. The tongue curled as it was pulled lap as if he was lapping her up. But then it dove in and curled again to rub another pink wall as he withdrew it. And again.
Becka's body had begun to tense. It was rigid and still while making sure not to dare take away his access to any part of her. Her moans were beginning to strain and become shaky; mimicking the shivers running down her body and shooting through her knees.
He took note of all of this. He could just feel her body quaking beneath the expert tongue working away at her. He could just taste the juices as they grew in volume. In fact, he was even beginning to make sloppy noises when pulling his curled tongue out from within her depths. But it came crashing down just like he was expecting.
Becka panted with a rougher tremble and opened her mouth to warn him she had hit her peak. But instead of the cliche half-warning most women got out all she did was end up squealing and arching her back again. She could just feel the walls of her cunt tighten around his wide tongue only to note it leave and return at a quick pace. Kusan was dragging out the waves of her climax -- forcing her to ride it longer -- as he lapped up the mess she was creating.
She couldn't have been any more pleased with the strong climax that lasted a few long, breath-taking moments. And she definitely did not look displeased with the way he aided her in not only getting there but drawing it out. She had been left panting. "We... We have to do this... Again," Becka tried to say.
When she lay still again and began to speak he gave her clit a final lick and stopped. Kusan had sat back, breathing a bit unevenly, and looked down to the woman spread out on his desk before him. It was even cute the way it took her a second to put her knees down as if she was expecting more from him. "We will see. But you're not done yet." His hand curled so that his index finger could point at her and his desk. "On your knees."
Becka looked taken aback at first. "Oh, no. You're not thinking of fucking me with that. You can't be serious!" Her words had practically declined the order and yet she slowly turned over onto her hands and knees. She even shifted her hips so her knees were shoulder-width apart and leaned over to press her breasts to the desk. The pose set her ass and her goodies on full display. But here came her blush again as she watched him stand. "Kusan! I'm not... One of your kind." She wasn't about to call him a dog. "It won't fit!"
"Then we will have to make it, won't we?" Sure, he was carrying around between ten and eleven inches even without his knot but he was all too sure of himself. As his hands were set on her ass he leaned over enough to whisper, "You'll be good and take it, right?" Satisfied with her nod he stood back up and lined the head of his cock with her puss.
At first he just rolled his hips which made the dick's head teasingly rub back and forth across her entrance. It was when she made an anticipating whining noise would he begin leaning forward. He slid in with little effort since the puss was soaked from it's climax! The folds were still hot, wet and sensitive after their high. Gently he eased more and more to give her a good twenty seconds before she'd have the entire thing bedded within her.
Becka was glad he was giving her a chance to get used to the size. The thick meat instantly gained a moan from her and even built her confidence in taking him again for the first six or seven inches. Only when space began to grow limited and his hips began to put more pressure on her did she say something. "I'm... I'm full now." But all it gained was his hands sliding from her ass to her hips so he could hold onto her while he stretched her. "Oh! Oh my!" By the time nine inches were shoved inside her she dropped her forehead to the desk and groaned, "N-no more! Please!"
And he stopped. She couldn't see the malevolent grin come over his face when she panted, "That's all, right? There's no more room! You're just making room now."
"No," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. And not a second after the statement did he tug her hips back and thrust his hips forward. Instantly he fixed the last two or three inches inside her. The howl bordering on pain and pleasure made him laugh. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, do you?"
Becka's hands had wadded into fists and she shuddered again. In her mind the poor thing was begging her puss get used to the dick faster. The ride ahead beneath the massive wolf was almost terrifying to her if she couldn't even just fit his dick in her silken folds. And she hadn't even touched that knot; it didn't even occur to her he was going to try and tie her at any point in time. "I... I don't know what's worse! It's both bigger and thicker, Kusan!"
He leaned forward for a moment but only to pull his hips back a few inches and bury himself once again to watch her cry out. It was too cute! Kusan would then start slowly pumping approximately half of the mighty length to give the poor thing a chance to try and get used to it; to try and breathe. He grunted softly with the force and the feelings he both gave and received from the too-tight folds. "It's been awhile. Hasn't it, Becka?"
She nodded quickly and looked at him from the corners of her eyes where she had pressed the side of her face down onto the desk. The woman was not at all about to argue with the pleasure she was receiving from the depth and the angle he had on her. She was completely submissive. "My pussy, Kusan. It's more sensitive after I cum. I'll never last."
Kusan found this amusing. Not only did he chuckle but he finally leaned back up so his large hands could take a could, tight hold on her hips. He would now pull his hips back completely only to lunge forward with a big more speed. He ignored the talkatave woman's plea to slow down and only did the opposite. In no time the wolf had reached a speed, depth and roughness that left poor Becka leaning forward an inch on the smooth surface of his desk. And she only found herself being pulled back a second later to be filled once more.
Of course, both of their moans and groans picked up as the pace picked up. He had allowed his head to drop forward and his eyes had closed as tightly as his jaw was clenched by now. "Good God," he groaned at one point.
And once he opened his eyes once more he could not help but grin and watch the expressions on her face. His thrusting actually slowed down for a moment so he could pull the entire beast out of her just to stretch and reenter all over again. But he only sped right back up again to a good, hearty speed and depth. Kusan was watching her face from that side view on the desk writhe, moan and pant. She was just so lively!
"That's it," he'd say finally. "You've been such a good girl, Becka. I've got a present for you. Hm?"
She turned her head back when he slowed to a stop buried deep within her. Becka took a few moments to catch up with her panting but it was when he dropped one of his hands from her hip to her calf, pulled the leg against her chest and used the open space to rotate her to her back without budging his cock from where it lay that she would speak. "Is that so?"
But she never expected the man to grab her hips again and take her with him when he sat down in his chair. She had been tugged into his lap and atop that meat so gravity made sure she was snug against the too-big knot. Becka whimpered, "I just don't think there's a way to get used to this size."
He didn't say a thing. He had a plan and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could. Was he actually going to warn her about what he was doing? Oh, Hell no. He just began bouncing her suddenly.
Kusan didn't even take the time to slowly bring her back up to speed but he reclined her enough her back was on the edge of his desk and he could watch the meat disappear again and again inside her. His hands pulled her hips down with enough force that they'd finally start testing his knot on the little Human.
Becka glanced down to see what he was watching and what had his attention so thoroughly that he wasn't listening at all to her warnings and pleas. She was getting close. But it wasn't until her body actually started trying to stretch for the knot and he got all the more forceful that she closed her eyes, tossed her head back and succumbed to her second climax.
Kusan gasped. The way those muscles created a vice around his cock sent him over the edge and into that animalistic need to knot her. The juices that had began flowing and making her all the slicker only made it easier for his forceful knotting when it finally came. And you knew when it came! His grunt came a split second after the nasty popping noise and her howls were almost immediately afterward.
"Oh! Oh, Gods! Y-You can't do that!" Her cries and her pleas would get her no where but they were all her lungs and mind could scream with the extra depth and the massive stretch that stuck her to his feral dick. They only became practically screams with the amount of the thick ropes of semen filling her deepest corners and hidden reaches of her folds.
He let a deep growl resonate from within his chest when he began to fill the woman and simply held her hips in place so she couldn't try to pull away from him in the writhing, squirming and the cries she made in her first experience with the man's knot. "Shh," he finally cooed when both of their climaxes had calmed to pants and groans.
She whispered, "Kusan, I... I can't get up. My knees; they're numb."
And he laughed. "No. You won't be getting up for a few minutes, sweetheart."