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soak up every inch of what sated it.
    There was heat and there was wetness, and both were so exquisite that her body suddenly found strength enough to reach for what she wanted, and then the wild man was mounted and the awoken woman came against him with such thrust that her necklaces were thrown a single swing into the air before the man tore them off and threw them into farther grass. The chastity chain broke with a ring of freedom that played instruments with every cord in her body, and then she was taking him into her in every way that she could, enjoying his mouth and his throbbing desire. She grabbed at his strong legs and then pressed herself against his strong body, elated by the contrasting sensations of her softness pressed to a hardness that was its couple.
    ‘God,’ he gasped. ‘Goddess,’ he managed to correct, and then he returned her favors in kind. He let go of her chest and he lifted himself from her body, and he slipped his tongue from hers and swallowed the intermixing tastes that salivated his mouth like puddles of syrup suckled from the sweetest oasis. He let go of everything of hers that he had taken in his hands and body, and then he began to give, offering himself to her with such a surprising vulnerability that she felt herself becoming dizzy with the ecstasy of the coupling, itself heightened by her newly awoken senses, which enjoyed the lovemaking with such tingling and shivering pleasures that she could scarcely find her thoughts anymore. The animals had taken over, their bodies become meat, their chests and thighs and deeper places become objects, and they began to teethe on each other, licking and tasting and kissing and taking and giving, taking and giving, receiving one another and then seizing one another in a slow back and forth of thrusting tugs.
    If the man had retained his stoicism when she first disrobed him, the excitement of the experience was beginning to warm his exterior and his expression, and Crystal found herself warming as well, the cold set of her body already melted and wet – the man sliding himself against her as if he intended to wash his body in her sweat.
    She had always found that the pleasures of sex came from a deeply profound experience that was quite simply the sensation of slowly but surely awakening into life; the dulled senses of everyday drudgery and ceremony prodded from their complacency into an effervescence that was not precisely youthful but exactly beautiful, and truly exacting in the experiences that they created at the tips of their sensors and delicacy. She felt the man atop her becoming something different than a man, and she thrilled in this because she knew from the hungry look in his eyes that she had become something different than a woman as well. Sex was transformation, and they were the transformed, lifted from whatever classes life had placed them in, ascended from whatever circumstances they had been born into by their parents, and in this Crystal began to become familiar with this man even though she did not know him.
    He pushed himself into her, deeper and deeper, fast at first but slowing down as he became engulfed and satisfied. His touch changed from the needy thrusts of a boy into the intoxicating massage of a man who was not so needy, and wished instead to experience every corner of her. He gasped into his broach chest, and then she felt the warmth of his climax but knew that he would not be finished with her for some time. There was good reason why women of Crystal's lineage were prized as lovers, prostitutes or wives, and it was because of this prize that they were celebrated and traded and competed for. It was this objectification which now fell away from her as the man came closer still, as if needing to become a part of her body; as though his own was not worthy of the time, and he needed something of her beauty to justify his very existence.
    These profundities were not petty. The great poets of the time wrote more about sex and