There was no struggling against the agile flicks of Aeryn's tongue and the irresistible, soft pressure of her lips. It was futile and Eshalu knew it. She pressed her thighs hard around Aeryn's shoulders, drawing her human lover in closer, feet resting on the dark, sweat-slicked skin of her lover's back. It was glorious torture - a thundering crescendo stirring in her loins, yearning, like a wave, to crest and crash down upon the shore.<br/><br/>She steadied her breath, pulling hard against the fabric restraints, reveling in her helplessness.<em>All this for her</em>. Eshalu surrendered herself entirely, her sighs now plaintive and mewing, spurring Aeryn on.<br/><br/><em>Please - now</em>. The words choked in her throat. She inhaled. Like she would do if running or swimming. A natural movement of breath through her, fusing with the fire in her blood and the unbearable knot of desire in her sex.<br/><br/>"Take me," Eshalu said, biting her lip. She arched her back, seeking Aeryn's tongue, her touch, anything that would draw them closer together. "Anything...just take me." There was no distance between them. Not now. She could give herself freely and completely and Aeryn would just be another lodge-sister with whom coupling was natural like hunting or feasting together.