"...yesss..." It was a single hissed syllable, the only answer she could give him right now, other than to rise and fall over him like the clashing of the very continents. Every slow, mad stroke wound her even tighter, until Blue felt like an over-taut bowstring, vibrating with barely leashed tension.

She was forced to drag her mouth from his in order to toss her head back and strangle a keened cry, a particular rough surge of their bodies together sending bright colors exploding behind her eyes. When her eyes opened again, Blue only saw deep shadows and little else; her body had taken over and left her conscious mind far behind.

Another wicked hiss curled her lip and Blue suddenly planted both hands flat against Omega's chest and shoved, hard enough to sprawl him backwards in the thick carpet of dry pine needles. Yes. God yes this was so much better... Eight sharp claws curved over his scarred chest, sinking just enough into giving flesh, and she immediately resumed her sinful rhythm, keeping him prone beneath her while she took him, long dark hair falling over a shoulder to tease his skin, a playful contrast to the wicked Medusa writhing atop him with ever-increasing abandon.