She was lost again, knowing only his body as she rode his cock; and his soul when she Looked him squarely in the eye. His mouth Lifted from her tits, and her movements became more urgent and fervent in their desire.

Their bodies began to make hard slapping noises each time they thundered together, and he merely held her steady whilst she took him toward the limits that their bodies could endure.

Then she did something he didn't expect. She growled, and leaned in to bite his shoulder hard enough that he tensed up with the pain it caused. Her teeth dug into his skin hard enough to leave a mark, and she soon licked across the red welts she'd left there.

“Now you're mine," she whispered to him. "You've got my mark on you."

He could certainly have thought up worse fates than to belong to the fiery redhead, especially when she rallied her efforts and began riding him Like a wild woman. Her hands Lifted up to cup her breasts and she left him to watch her as she displayed every last drop of her carnal nature for his ravenous gaze. His hands remained planted on her hips, only guiding her gently as she slammed down upon his cock again and again.

“Oh fuck, Jan!" He cried out, somehow finding a breath to speak before his body tensed once again and he began to cum.

She was more than ready to follow him to the crest of that wave, and though her body bucked and trembled she didn't slow her furious pace.

His eruption was all-consuming to the point he felt the world beginning to darken around the edges of his vision. Keeping himself there with her took all his effort whilst his cock pumped long gushes of his hot cream into her tight, clinging pussy.

In that moment, as the world became almost dream-like and distant to the onslaught of intense pleasure, he felt as if something was calling upon him. He couldn't quite place its nature, but there was a sense that it was enormous, as if he was Looking up at the night sky to see the stars for the first time. It was only an instant, a moment of primal abandon at the peak of his orgasm. It came and it passed before he was able to properly figure it out, but it left him with a very strong image burned into the back of his mind.

An image of the ring.

Janette must have seen something shift in his eyes, and she slowed herself to clasp his face in her hands. Her gaze filled with concern, and yet even then she couldn't quite stop moving her hips against him.

“Greg! Are you ok?"

“Uuuhuh." He just about managed a nod as the world started piecing itself back together.

“You don't Look ok. What's wrong?"

“I... I think you might just have actually fucked my brains out for a little bit there."

He smiled then, even though his eyes weren't quite yet focusing. It made her breathe a sigh of relief, and she slipped one hand from where it cupped his cheek and ran it through his hair. This time it was less of a sensual stroke and more of an examination in checking for fresh head injuries.

Whilst she checked, he blinked a few times and shook his head to fend off the fuzzy tint to his vision. It eventually cleared, and he managed to focus again on the distinctly pleasant sight of her boobs resting right before his eyes. She was busy peeking over his head and looking for scalp wounds, and hadn't quite noticed just how much she'd thrust her tits in his face. That changed rapidly when his teeth playfully clamped down on one of her nipples and she jumped back with a jolt. A frown formed on her features, but she looked down into his eyes again after leaning back far enough that his teeth weren't an immediate threat any more.

Despite her annoyance, he did look as if he'd regained his composure and his gaze had cleared to focus on her face once again. A little, confident smile was resting on his lips as he regarded her.

"You know, this place is having a weird effect on you, Gregory Hopkins," she said.

“Hey, don't blame Arolius. If you're looking to solve the mystery of why exactly it was that I nearly passed out just now, I think we need look no further than your vagina." He pointedly glanced down between them to look at her bare pussy still wrapped snugly around his cock. It was a good deal wetter down there since their perspiration had mixed in with a good deal of Janette's love-juices, and a thick drop of his cum was trailing out and down the sides of his length toward his balls.