The little mouse's world had exploded into sight, sense, and sound. The wolven mating threatened to crush him, but he didn't care; he was immersed fully into the goddess and her god, feeling himself pressed from all sides.<br/><br/>The breast felt like the softest bedding in the world, as Reese's soft flesh enveloped him against the course, strong chest of Moonfang. They did it more for themselves than he, but Ryleck didn't care.<br/><br/>He had lived a lonely, thieving existence inside the walls never experiencing the warmth of a woman or the primal act of mating, and even if it were with two members of another species he didn't care; this moment fulfilled all his inner weakness.