Tegan did as she was told, powerless to disobey. She stared down at them, every exhale holding a high moan, every inhale a gasp as he thrust into her, her legs wrapped tight about his hips, her sheath tight around his cock. Her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, strength-less to actually hold herself up. At his cry, she arched, convulsively clenching around him, every hair on her body standing on end at the unearthly yell. Her juices dripped down him, his sweat onto her, hers onto him, and she rolled her hips, gasping and doing it again as he thrust, mouth open as she stared, consumed with the vision they made.<br/><br/>"Close" She whispered, replying to his demand, a moan escaping her as she rolled her hips with him, back arching, writhing beneath his onslaught. "Oh please..." Her voice was high and strained, a sob barely hidden beneath. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, nails scratching against his shoulder-blades. "Harder, faster. Fuck me, please... I need it" She moaned from the core of her being. She did need it. She was tired of the world, she wanted the oblivion he could give her, she wanted to forget everything, if only for a moment.<br/><br/>But he already was, every moment wound her tighter, drove her further. She was losing who she was, where she was, what she was as he flooded her with feeling, and she squirmed against his hold, so close, so far under his will. She had no name, she had no being. And then she shattered. She screamed, arching, every muscle tense, her legs locking him into her, her nails digging into his shoulder as her nerves all fired at once, and she was struck into nothingness.<br/><br/>She slumped against his hold, unable to move as she floated, staring blindly up at his face.