Ianthe groaned, long and wanton, at the tease of his cockhead over her folds -- and then shrieked in surprise at the sudden, rough penetration. Slick and ready though she was, her healing gene-mod had a way of restoring stretched tissues back to clinging tightness, and as he began fucking her in earnest it was all she could to do simply clutch his shoulders and wrap her legs around him. She'd wanted this -- begged for it, really -- but had been unprepared for the ferocity of the act. Still, it wasn't long before her body began to respond: sweat shining on her flushed skin, her nipples hardening against his chest, her breath coming in panting gasps, and her pussy fluttering and clasping at his cock as he thrust into her savagely, signaling her onrushing climax.<br/><br/>She came on one of his body-shaking downstrokes, bearing down on him hard and moaning loud into his ear as her body shuddered and spasmed in bliss.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So good,"</span>she breathed, distantly aware that her own pleasure was secondary; that she was a mere toy for his use.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>