Deep within, energy exploded and coursed through Fanya's body. Her blood stream become a conduit for the sexual energy that released throughout her entire universe, which at the moment, was composed of scents, wetness, screams and the flesh of Becca and herself. Fanya muscles went rigid as that energy hit her like a truck, the ebbed then hit her again, her body convulsing with each collision of the unstoppable force that wanted to explode out of her. The innate, primal instinct to procreate was sated in the moment of bursting unity with her universe. Bodily her peak was punctuated with a rush of her fluids from her depths, her muscles causing her orifices to clench tight, her gritted teeth letting out a guttural scream-moan and in between breaths of those, her muscles let her clenching release, only to clench again when her next guttural scream-moan found away out of her constricting throat.<br/><br/>Mentally and emotionally, she clung to. To hold. To fall into. To sheath. To encompass. To create a new life. To cradle it inside her. To become one. To protect. To cherish. To revere.<br/><br/>Fanya held on tight to Becca. She shook and her body was racked by successive waves of impact, of expulsion and as well as insertion. Her whole body was a tingling nerve aligned with the polarity of the universe around her, vibrating with the birth of creation as a new universe took it's first breaths.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>