And simultaneously the daughter's body gave the other thing — the thing that pain and sudden release sometimes produce together, warm and involuntary, running the same path, over the arm, over her mother.
"—Aaahn~...—" The daughter. The specific bewildered quality of a girl hearing her own body do something she had no name for and no mortification left to spend on it.
He groaned.
Single, deep, genuine — a sound produced by a body that had been receiving the Yin-Devouring-Body's first-time data for the last sustained minutes and had a report of its own to file.
He leaned forward and bit her shoulder.
Deep, teeth and intention.
"—AAAHN~!!!—"
"—what a tight little pussy you have."
Said into the bite, low, the warmth of his breath against her skin, genuine the way only a real thing can be genuine.
PAH PAAH PAAH!
"—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!—"
He filled her.
