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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The lioness approached.  The ritual of the shedding of the flesh needed its ample procedures. Few were the moments that would allow for their feral selves to emerge from the depths of slumber. Only two primordial emotions could provoke such an awakening—Lust and Rage. The prerequisites were hailed. They had shed the blood of their prey and basked in their sacrificial agony. That aspect of Rage engrossed the couple throughout bone and flesh, soul and mind. All of convenience and weakness of the modern human had crumbled within them and been washed away with the gift of slaughter. Their physical being was forever changed into a renewal of identity and spiritual form. The ghost within their shells ran free and could choose for it whatever reflection in the mirror it wanted.<br/>
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“You may.”  His tones resonated and rattled the very foundations of bones. The feedback of swelling sensations of elation from Talia further taunted the beast within. Remnants of Benjamin were still holding back the lush mane of fearsome creature. The man eased and rejoiced in the warmth and brilliant passion of her soft lips. The woman knew how to approach and handle her masculine beast. Theirs was a pendulum of power that swung between the complementary forces of man and woman. Hers never was a total yielding of consciousness or will to act. The man required determination just as much as servitude. And she was determined, of that there was no doubt.<br/>
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The sight of her ecstasy was immense. The never ceasing flow of outlandish sensation from her opposite state of existence sent ripples of both pleasurable and painful consequences throughout his frame. Imaginary needles stung his skin in a thousand places at once. Graceful feathers caressed him along with the cascading water. Bricks of hardened steel fell upon his mind in streams of millions. Gentle substance of cooled temperatures smeared itself in his most heated locations. All was a slew of fanatically shifting emotion he had never felt before. His expressions told a story between each passing second. His raging virility kept firm along his presence with its head occasionally bumping against his abdomen. Her ecstasy became his, yet he refused to submit to it.<br/>
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He slowly retreated. Her rapture had been intense from what he could tell. Benjamin leisurely removed his hand out of her. It was soaked with thick, passionate glimmer that he guided to her lips to taste. The mechanical pressure around her throat released its grasp. The man found himself thriving upon the sight of his lioness licking and devouring her own slickness that had engulfed his hand during her trance. “That’s a good girl.” His resonance rumbled with satisfaction and desire for more. The man moved himself directly underneath the torrent of water and leaned his head back with closed perception. His awareness sensed each and every vein in his flesh still throbbing with blood. The man basked in his conquest, yet he desired not more than one. There was just a single woman for him. Not because the cosmos forced it so, but because he had chosen it. She, his lioness, his partner in crime, his wife, the mother of his child—there was only Talia.<br/>
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“Come here.” Benjamin offered his hand to the petite femininity. He embraced her in his loving Bastille of flesh and mechanical arms. They existed within their cocoon of sprawling hues and psychedelic shapes as his vision beheld. She had outperformed all expectation and previous history, yet he wanted more. It would never be enough for the beast. “I must be free. You must set me free.” This was not the words spoken by her husband. The primal being within his depths had reached the surface. It spoke directly with the woman. These were the consciousness of the man she had once fallen in love with all those years ago. It was the young, fertile form of himself, a familiar yet distance presence. His hands trailed down the smooth of her back and lower arch and over her plump cheeks, dancing along with the flowing water. The reaching flesh of his masculinity lay pressed between his and her embracing bodies. Her firm and plentiful breasts enticed the beast within to violently shake its last line of obstacles. It was close. The man Benjamin had been for the past years was about to be erased, as it was for Talia. This had been their plan all along. They needed to become <i>more</i>. They needed to become their younger, feral selves.</span></span>