The first hesitant moments of their coupling are made faster and smoother by the intense preparation-- she's slick and ready, her body accepts the engorged head as he buries himself into Freyja's body.  The arrowhead-shape of her dark, downy hair peaks above the pink pearl of a clit as she arches back, her making her body a crescent of pale flesh in an exhale of relief and intensifying need.  She begins to ease her hips back, then braces herself with her arms to rock forward again.  Again, then again, and Atal's hilted in her body, the wet heat of her squeezing him rhythmically as she rocks back and forth, watching-- her obsession with innocence abandoned and matured, her need to recreate that moment-- fulfilled as she sees the intensity of Lina's reaction.<br/><br/>Atal's determination to reach Lina slides him prone, and as the young woman adjusts herself, Freyja watches the pleasure take hold-- the most beautiful moments are those where the body acts without the mind's consent, and when Lina tugs at her own hair, Freyja's immediate reaction is one of adoration and encouragement-- her lower body floods anew, and she stares at the lovely creature who, a few moments before, was hesitant to bare her skin to the two of them, but now ground her sweet, youthful sex to Atal's mouth with The Need... the same Need that Freyja knew, though its form was different... perhaps not so sinister, but didn't they share a love of that fringe between pleasure and pain..?<br/><br/>She places one long-fingered hand on Atal's abdomen and grinds him hard-- expertly rocking her body back and forth, giving a subtle twist in her waist and clenching him with her inner muscles as she rides that healthy girth he's given her, all the while staring with half-closed eyes at Lina's slender form, roaming her eyes from willowy arms to the gracefully arching neck, the fine locks of hair-- without thinking, she reaches for the young woman, leans toward her so that she can kiss her mouth with hungry, gasping lips.  Lina's leaning forward makes it possible for them to reach and support each other, though Freyja's grinding strokes causes her breasts and face to rub rhythmically against Lina's skin.  She reaches for and grips the hair at the nape of Lina's neck and tugs it back, baring the girl's throat to a fiery torrent of kisses that return, again, to her mouth.  Freyja draws the girl's lower lip into her mouth, sucks at it, then clamps upon it gently with her teeth as her body begins the rhythmic tensing, the mingled cries and desperately rapid breaths, as she approaches climax again.  She speaks to Lina, suppressing the waves of pleasure for only long enough, "yes... you will know this, I want you to--" she shivers, gasps, and continues, "--I want you to know what it is to feel a man inside you..."  she squeezes like a fist as she rises to the peak of Atal's shaft, only his head still inside.  "And god, such a man...." and she drives herself onto Atal's girth so hard that there's an audible sound.  Her eyes squeeze shut, then fly wide as she climaxes again, clinging to the girl as a drowning woman, desperate to hold on to her as her body gives way to the crashing waves of it.