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<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Every motion was pleasure and torture. Every motion was a sensation never felt before. Every motion caused him to die and rebirth. Talia was a graceful dance in his lap. She was a smooth lock fitting perfectly for a unique key. The pressure she caused sent fluttering throbs of energy running through his frame. The sound of her flesh slamming against his sent ripples of jagged thorn-like shapes of yellow hues across the room, bouncing against the walls before evaporating. He had to hold on to the top of headboard and keep track of his tongue, so that he would not bite it off. Every single thrust of her lavish frame exuded pure bliss and mesmerizing lust. Every single thrust forced a fearful grunt from his lungs.<br/>
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Benjamin blacked out for a fraction of a second when the hint of her explosion came about. The depth of her unforgivingly narrow embrace assaulted his every sense and perception of all that was. She relentlessly provoked him with her unmatched desire and lustful talent. That familiar presence inside of him began to wake and shake the foundations of his being. Deep down in the pitch black void of his soul slumbered the eternal companion of her counterpart. Both of them knew how to bring them forth. The only question was whether they wanted to or not. Once their beastly alter egos were loose, there was no telling what could happen and what kind of consequences it had. They only knew two things: Lust and Rage. If they did not destroy their environment, they destroyed each other instead.<br/>
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It was too late. Talia was determined to make this moment spiral out of control. As she pressured him with her heated depth, the man reached a boiling point. The beast inside broke free and pounced at its beloved soul in the material reality. Benjamin let go of the headboard and sought her neck as he pushed their law defying cocoon of ecstasy forward. She hung suspended in the air by the forceful grip of his mechanical hand around her throat, slamming into the wall opposite to the bed and cracking its surface. He urged her to lift her legs so that they could rest locked around his arms. His pulsating, ever growing flesh found its way into her constricted vice again, forcefully burrowing inside with a powerful thrust. The looming presence of his mechanical frame drew closer to hers where she was pinned to the wall. Each of his thrusts cracked the cold, hardened material at her back even further, bits and pieces falling to the floor.<br/>
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He met her lips with psychedelic love. They consumed each other. They molded their flesh and souls into a single, timeless being. Had they become Gods? Was this how Gods were born? Perhaps it was. A noticeable shift became them in their sensations and feedback of each other. One provoked the other. The new, yet familiar feeling bounced back and forth between them, building energy and force. As it brewed and drew closer, his flesh grew numb and his thrust into her grew more forceful. The sound of his flesh slamming into hers sent explosions of myriad colors throughout the room. His breaths permanently formed growls and her moans transformed into lustful screams. His legs became wobbly and hers began to spasm. <br/>
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The dream briefly overtook him when it happened. For a moment, he was gazing at the stars in that shallow water again. As he returned, a pulsating stream of warm fluid thrust itself out of his raging flesh. The man had to pull it out of her so as not to depart the material world from overstimulation. The stream flung upwards across her stomach and chest in multiple thrusts. The euphoria of that moment grew exponentially, collapsing and expanding with every millisecond. And she could feel everything. His orgasm had never been this powerful, which in turn meant that it was truly incomprehensible through the amplification of the sensory link. He soon lost control of his limbs. His arms slowly allowed Talia’s legs to straighten out and stand upon the floor. His legs crumbled underneath the weight of his body and on the ongoing orgasm. Benjamin collapsed onto the floor. The fall was not violent or damaging, as he had some manner of control left to break it. He leaned up against the foot of the bed. His engorged flesh was still pumping out the fluid of life, but slowly and diminishing in intensity. Benjamin lay completely fatigued.</span></span>​</div>