The penetration was slow, deliberate, and profoundly intimate, a stark contrast to the oral fury that had preceded it. Cherry descended inch by inch, her head recoiling slightly, the tendons in her neck tensing, a long, trembling sigh escaping her parted lips. The sensation of being filled, so completely and after the excruciating tension of the Frenzy, was a relief so potent it bordered on pain. Her eyes, with those pulsating heart-shaped pupils, closed for a moment, and when they opened again, the pink seemed to have deepened, enveloped in a moist layer of pure ecstasy. Inside her, everything was warm, tight, and perfectly fitted to his form, as if her body, under the influence of that magical compulsion, had molded itself specifically to receive him.
