She was quite possibly killing him, slowly, in the most exquisitely painful manner possible. And he was dying with each heart beat. Resistance was only from sheer force of will as Peg manipulated his body and made him call out, moan and almost howl as her body commanded his. His hips bucked, and to either side of her head and torso his legs drew up. Eyes rolling, his mouth went dry and his head canted back. That resolve and will was fleeting.<br/><br/>"Oh god.. peg.. Cu...cumming, going to ..." He was lost and she could feel it, His body tensed and then the moment took him. He clenched against her fingers, a far stronger grip than she might have imagined he would provide. His stomach shrunk, inhaled and held taut, leaving the definition of muscles running his torso. His legs froze, locked open and tight, threatening to clash together to trap the young woman where she lay between them.<br/><br/>He had done his best, tried so hard to warn the woman, Peg... his mate, that his release was imminent. That the pulse that should feel along his length was not just another spasm, but instead the releasing of the spend she had been manipulating and coaxing from him since she began. He howled, her name, surely the neighbors heard his cry this time, there was no way to stop it.<br/><br/>With that cry he released, drawn and drained by Peg's attention, heavy and full from the night before. He let himself go, his body pushing and pulsing with her every attention, wanting her to finish him, take me, make him. he felt her touch, had her scent, and could hear the sounds of her pleasure as he came, it only sent him deeper into the release.<br/><br/>Then finally, body sweating, legs giving out, his hips fell to the bed, she was victorious. He was dizzy, his skin so sensitive to the touch, to her every attention, but he did not move. He was hers, had been hers, so many times before today. His mind swam and I tried to grab hold of one of the memories.<br/><br/><br/>