The bed did not creak. It was built on stone. But the formation beneath the mattress hummed with the impact, the warmth-array registering the sudden significant addition of weight and pressure and recalibrating with a soft, continuous pulse.
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"HIEKK~!! ANCESTOR~!! THE DEPTH FROM BEHIND~!! IT IS DIFFERENT FROM THE POOL~!! SOMETHING IS — HNGH~!! — SOMETHING IS ANGLED DIFFERENTLY AND HITTING — AAANGHH~!!"
"That," he said, his hips finding their rhythm, the full twelve inches working in and out of her with the blurring efficiency of a cultivation body operating at a fraction of its capacity, "is your anterior wall."
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"MY WHAT~!! OUNGH~!! I DID NOT KNOW I HAD A — HAAIYAANGH~!! ANCESTOR SOMETHING IS BUILDING~!! IT IS BUILDING VERY FAST~!!"
"Four hundred years of pressure," he said. "It will take some time to release fully."
PHACCK!! PAH PAH!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
She squirted.
