As he continued the flow of arousing essence into her, her returned passion became all the more ardent. She began to grind her hips down against his gauntleted hand as he caressed her, her solar skin more than strong enough even now to avoid injury. Instead, the sharp edges, cloying poison, and hot blood only acted as further stimuli, stoking the humming need in her loins until it became an all-consuming buzz that drowned out all else in her mind. She wriggled her hips and jerked down on her pants with one hand, sliding it down her body until she could kick it away, leaving her fully nude in his grasp.<br/><br/>Above, she had pressed as close to him as she could, crushing the breast he held into the gauntlet till it bulged out between his fingers obscenely, while the other dragged against his blood-spattered chest. She tightened her grip around his neck, then began to drag herself up and down against him, clearly signaling the need for any sort of release she could gain from the agonizing need in her soul. Her long caramel-colored ponytail swayed and danced behind her, like a ragged banner.