a fantasy...V

Oh but he remembered it well.

He remembered how finally anger had become his only god. How he had not given up, searched and searched all of her dripping folds, empowered himself with his selfish desire so that it became too big for the both of them.

Possessing her was instinct, possessing her was survival.

He remembered how his motion had become a blur until he could not know if he was in or out. Could not know if she had stopped cumming or if she shook and spasmed there still. Could not know and could not care. Inertia was on his side, stamina was on his side, he could move forever, and only sheer time could give him what just wanting could not.

He could not remember in that moment when he finally knew her, if she had shrieked piercingly or become suddenly silent. He remembered only the collapse, that she had collapsed finally onto him, crumpled and become void.

He remembered that they had both fallen backwards onto the ground. He had not remembered cumming at the time but he had felt the small of her back stained and sticky with his cum.

And he will always remember that look on her face. For her tired smile was no longer secret, and her dazed honey eyes were not hidden, and that body that trembled and shuddered was his his his, his forever.

Oh yes he remembered it. How he remembered that first night. How finally, both gasping for air, both frantic for an anchor to ground them back to this earth, their lips had met and they had become equals.