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Blackness, that is the only thing that remained as a young au ra female lay tangled in the claws of the great Wyrm Nidhogg. Despite all her precautions, and how strong she was, it didn’t take long for the wyrm to weaken her and capture her; quickly learning that no matter what he did, killing her was impossible. It was the gift of Hydaelyn that prevented this, Midgardsormr had talked about it often. The blessing of light, Nidhogg assumed. Nidhogg was still embittered by the woman’s merciless killing of his mate, Tioman, and couldn’t figure out how to enact his revenge.

The wyrm turned his head to the unconscious woman in his claws, and tried to figure out what to do with her… This woman had been strong enough to defeat him before, and such things angered him. Glaring hatefully at the woman, he wished he could crush her right now as he laid dormant, but there was no way he could do so.

“Mortal… How can I enact vengeance on you for all your misdeeds? You may have thought you were on a righteous path, but the truth is you were not. You are just as evil as them; the Ishgardians that had slew my beloved broodsister Ratatoskr… You slew me once, and you slew my mate; could it be that your taste for blood is like mine own?” The wyrm thought, glaring hatefully at her.

Landing in his cave atop the churning mists, he threw the unconscious Au Ra down on his floor. He had no interest in mercy when it came to her; she was no guest, and she had no rights to pleasantries, not for what she has done.

She invaded his lands, entered his cave uninvited, and had the audacity to fell him in his own home. Stomping his foot, he demanded she wake up.

Seloria woke up. She was groggy, disoriented, and had a splitting headache. Groaning, she sat up and scanned her surroundings. Barren, empty and cold. A cave? Why was she here? “Ugh… My head…” She thought, clenching her head in agony as the room became less blurry. She tilted her head up, and saw the fiery eyes of the great wyrm.

His eyes were burning with pure hatred, and Seloria, being disoriented, was afraid for the first time. For the first time, she, the warrior of light, was at the mercy of one of her enemies. The wyrm bound her with magic and moved his face closer to hers as if to devour her. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut as his hot, putrid breath blew onto her.

“Little warrior,” the dragon said, his voice rough in her head, “How funny you become like a child when at the mercy of your enemy,” he said, a rough rumbling escaping his throat, reminiscent of laughter.

“I have a mind to kill you now, while you sit in my cave at my mercy; but no, I can’t kill you, can I? Not while thou art connected to Hydaelyn. Do not think I do not know, little warrior. Thou art blessed with the echo, a force you do not seem to comprehend. Foolish is it that she would choose such a one-minded warrior. Thou art no friend of mine,” he said.

Seloria struggled against her binds as she glared at the dragon in front of her. “Though, I will not deny; such a rather beautiful champion she hath chosen…. A half-dragon, are thou not? Tell me, dragonling, why do you choose the side of the Ishgardians? They who kill dragon and dragonkin alike,” Nidhogg asked, letting his tail thump. Seloria looked at him, wondering why he wasn’t trying to kill her right there.

She let out a huff, “I choose the side of which I find the most righteous. I go where the wild-roses bloom, I aid those who need me most. While I was once sympathetic to their cause; I found out more about the truth regarding your connections to the Ishgardians, and what they have done. But many of your dragonkin, Vidofnir included, desired peace between the Ishgardians and Dragons once more. I grew sympathetic to both worlds, and wished to make the dream of Ysayle a reality… For she, and many of the “heretics” the ishgardian orthodox church deemed, wished for peace,” Seloria said.

Nidhogg roared with laughter, “You choose the side of those who you deem more righteous. The Ishgardian’s cause is far from righteous, they live on treachery and deceit, and it would be only a matter of time before they betray you, too, warrior of light.” Nidhogg said.

“If they planned on betraying me, Nidhogg,” Seloria said, glaring up at the wyrm, “Then they would’ve done so by now. The Ishgardians, including Ser Aymeric, if they so deemed me monstrous, then why would they listen to my pleas of peace between them and dragonkind? The Ishgardians have learned from the mistakes of their forefathers, You cannot punish the son for the sins of their fathers. It isn’t right, and it certainly isn’t righteous,” Seloria said.

“And while they did continue the dragonsong war; they did so blindly under the pretense of the Orthodox church. Under the lies and deceit of their Archbishop, Thordan, who wished to keep the people ignorant. It wasn’t them who betrayed you, Nidhogg. It wasn’t them who betrayed your broodsister, Ratatoskr either. Yes, their forefathers betrayed you, and I believe, as an outsider, that they have paid for it in full.”

“Even your father, Midgardsormr, believes they do wish for peace. They grow tired of fighting. They grow tired of slaying your numbers endlessly. I am sure you grow tired of fighting, too. I believe you grow tired of losing your own children to them, too. Why continue the fighting? Why continue having this endless cycle of death, Nidhogg?” Seloria asked, glaring at him.

Nidhogg glared daggers at her. “And what do you know of what my father thinks, Warrior of light?” Nidhogg snapped, wishing to rip her throat out.

“I know what he thinks because he has been my companion for a while. He has been traveling with me, albeit in a tiny dragon form. He was as angry as you; for what the Isgardians had done to his beloved daughter, but even he sees the desire for peace,” Seloria said. “Even Hraesvelgr, who was unsure, saw the desire. Isn’t that enough to stop this war?” Seloria said, glaring defiantly at the wyrm.

Nidhogg growled lowly, but knew she was right. He didn’t wish to admit it, as his draconic pride would’ve disallowed it, but she was. The passion in her eyes as she spoke of this, as well, shone in his eyes. This made him begin to see her in a different light. Not necessarily as an enemy now; but as an equal in a sense.

A passion he desired in a mate; something his deceased mate lacked, but had at the same time. It was then that he knew how to get revenge on Seloria without killing her. Make her his mate; strip her of all choices. “Fine, you wish me to let go of this war and seek peace?” Nidhogg said, changing into a human form; as he had learned from his possession of Estinien.

In front of Seloria now stood a tall, fair skinned man. He had a stern expression, and had the typical elezen jawline and ears. His raven hair fell down to his lower back, and framed his soft, heart-shaped face perfectly. His hair, at the moment, was tied in a messy ponytail, which gave her more view of his face. His eyes were sharp and cold, and shone like fire and blood against the shadows of the cave. His lips were curved, and were perfectly shaped like a bow; it was like he was sneering at her.

The fact his eyes, lips and face were marred with scars also accentuated the terrifying, yet handsome visage Seloria was beholden to. Atop his head, four horns facing outwards, all four framing his face to give him both a fierce and handsome look. At that moment, she assumed he had studied the elezen carefully, as he was dressed in a loose, cotton top adorned with dark-silver plates of armor. This armor had defined his muscular traits, and from the v-neck of his top, she could see a little bit of his pectorals peeking out. He was well chiseled, and was almost unreal.

She deduced, however, that was because he was a dragon… And might have been exaggerating on his now human appearance a bit too much. Seloria’s eyes flitted lower to his legs. His pants were cotton as well, and were colored black. Covering his crotch and groin area was a thick plate of armor the color of black silver. Finishing the outfit off, were two black, but leather boots that went up to his thighs.

Seloria shook her head and let her eyes flit back to his chest. Focusing, she could see a tiny black swirl from his shoulder to the tip of his right pectoral muscle. A tattoo, she assumed, and this same tattoo claimed his right arm as well, swirls going from his shoulder to wrist. He stared at her for a moment, smug smile still across his lips as he began to walk to her. As he stepped towards her, it was like he was dancing. But, as well as him having the footing of a dancer, there was also a predatory step to it, too. He was walking towards her, and instinctively, she backed away from him, unaware of what he was capable of. As he was strong enough to maintain a human form, she wondered what he had in store for her. Studying his movements, she began seeing a tail swish behind him.

“Indeed, although he is strong enough to create a human form and maintain it,” she thought, “He isn’t strong enough to completely disguise himself. That is why he has his horns and tail still showing. I am amazed, however, at how he can hide his scales so flawlessly. I, myself as an Au Ra, have no such abilities,” she thought, distracted for a mere moment. It was then that she felt the cold, stone wall behind her as she saw the dragon pressed against her, his hand cupping her chin and tilting it up.

Alarm bells began to ring in Seloria’s head as she felt this physical contact. She was uncomfortable, and wished to put an arrow into his heart-- but the cold realization that she had dropped her bow after being captured panged in her heart. She was completely defenseless against him. She gazed at him, monochrome eyes full of confusion.

“You wish for peace between Ishgard and I, yes? Well then fine. I shall give you an ultimatum, a point of no return, if you will. I know you wish for no harm to come to Ishgard, and all of your friends… So here is my proposition: Replace Tioman as my mate, or as I previously planned, Ishgard will burn. I will show no mercy.”

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“What do you mean Seloria has been captured by Nidhogg?! I thought we had finally beaten him!” yelled a black haired elezen with blue eyes, Ser Aymeric.

“I saw her get captured by the wyrm, milord, there was nothing that could have been done…” Said one of the temple knights, head hung in defeat.
“How is this possible? Gods… Does she at least have a bow to defend herself?” Aymeric said, cupping his face in his hands, tears threatening to fall.

“No, my lord. When the wyrm captured Seloria, he had made certain she was not armed,” The temple knight said. Aymeric banged his hand on his desk.

“By the fury… We have to find her, before Nidhogg does anything to her!”

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Seloria stared at Nidhogg in shock and horror as she heard him utter those words. “You want me… As your mate…?” Seloria whispered, staring at him.

“Aye, that is the proposition, if you wish for me to spare Ishgard my wrath, you must become my mate. Do you accept?” He said, baritone voice full of sternness.

Seloria’s mouth hung agape as she stared at him. A political ‘marriage’ such as this? This was untraditional, and she as the warrior of light, had no intention of marriage at that time. But this ultimatum, either she accepts or everyone dies… Seloria bit her lip.

On one hand, if she accepted, Ishgard would finally be safe, but she wouldn’t be free. On the other hand, she would cause an entire nation to fall if she refused. “If I choose to accept your proposal,” Seloria said, turning her monochrome eyes to the wyrm, “How do I know you will keep your word?” She said.

“We dragons always keep our oaths. And I swear to you, on both of mine eyes, that I will not betray mine own word to thee,” Nidhogg said.
Seloria bit her lip and looked down, her white and black hair spilling over her head in defeat. She, who had never bowed to anyone, got on her knees and arched her body forward, bowing before him. With tears running down her face, she nodded.

“If it means Ishgard will be safe,” Seloria said, voice shaky from her tears, “Then I accept your proposal. I, Seloria Versailles, for the sake of Ishgard and all of Eorzea, offer myself up to you as a mate; for however long you wish to keep me by your side. But I shall offer up a proposition of my own. If I am to be your mate, Nidhogg, you are to treat me as an equal. That is my condition, do you accept?” Seloria whispered.

The wyrm felt a smile come to his lips. “Yes, Warrior of light, I accept.” Nidhogg said, pulling her close to him again.

Seloria let out a sigh of defeat, and buried her head in his chest, thus accepting him. “What have I gotten myself into?...” she thought as she took in his scent. He smelled reminiscent of a very sweet smoke. She couldn’t quite place the scent. Though, she figured the scent had to be connected to an herb of some sort.

“Do you wish to consummate now or later tonight?” The dragon said against her ear. Seloria’s face burned as she heard this and shook her head.

“I-I’m… not sure. I feel like we should at least announce our engagement first…” Seloria said, pushing away from him.

Nidhogg’s handsome face scrunched up for a second in distaste, but he nodded. “Yes. Mayhap that would be wise,” Nidhogg said. She looked down in response to him.

“Also, I assume this place is not to your liking, as it is a cave, so I shall scour the lands for a… decent castle for us, as well as a good place to raise our offspring,” Nidhogg said. Seloria tensed up at the notion and nodded, her mouth clenching lightly.

“Yes,” she said. “Of course…”

“Excellent. It will be most interesting to see the way you, as a half dragon, gestates offspring,” He said, placing a hand on her womb.

She was worried about that. Being a half-dragon, and willingly going to lay with him, would she gestate traditionally by laying an egg? Or would she carry the child for nine months? Also, would they look more Au Ra? Or have more dragon heritage? This worried her.

Before her, he took his original form. “Well, get on. We have to pay a visit to Ishgard, announce my desire for peace,” Nidhogg said.

“A desire I had to sacrifice my freedom for,” Seloria thought, sighing as she climbed onto his back. “But wait-- Wouldn’t it be dangerous to fly there--?” she whispered.

“Nonsense,” Nidhogg said, “If the sons of Ishgard attack me, do not worry, for I will not spill their blood. A wedding gift to you my dear,” Nidhogg said in a cold voice.

Seloria shuddered in response to him. They took off, the cold air brushing against the Au ra’s face as she clung to his neck.

Ishgard was quiet. Most of the temple guard were focused on worrying about Seloria’s whereabouts. Aymeric was pacing about in his office. He hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep after the capture of Seloria, his beloved friend. Even Alphinaud, one of the Scions, hadn’t left Aymeric’s side, as he was worried too. Alphinaud had no way of consoling the taller Elezen, since he had been worried.

“What if he has killed her?” Aymeric said, nervously chewing on the skin of his index finger.

“Do not worry,” Alphinaud said, “I-I am sure Seloria will come out of this unscathed. She has before, has she not?” Alphinaud said, trying to be the voice of reason.

“It doesn’t help my nerves, Alphinaud! I should have been there to help her, not dallying my days away as a leader of a place Seloria helped create!” Aymeric said, slamming his hands on his desk, tears falling from his face. How could he have been so foolish? He should’ve cut the eyes of Nidhogg into non-existence before yelling at Seloria and Alphinaud to throw them. “I am a fool… How can Ishgard put me in such a place when I can’t even protect her…” Aymeric said, crying softly.

Suddenly, a temple knight rushed in. “S-Sir… The shade has returned…! Your presence is requested immediately… by the Wyrm himself,” the knight said.

“Mine?” Aymeric said. “Yes-- and he asked you to come… unarmed. He has Seloria with him, sir… Which is why we could not raise our weapons towards him…” The knight said. Immediately, Aymeric ran out.

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Hellgate Treaty

In 1853, the United States of America divided the Oregon Territory into Washington Territory and Oregon Territory. At that time, Montana was a part of the Washington territory and President Millard Fillmore appointed Isaac I. Stevens as the territorial governor of Washington. And at this time, Governor Stevens already had a plan to deprive the “Indian Nations” within their territory of title to their lands. Thus, the Hellgate treaty was established--but at this time, Western Montana was not at the top of his to do list, so he waited until 1855 to fully “negotiate” as he put it the treaty and his terms with the Native American tribes.

Governor Stevens considered the Western Montana tribes such as the Flathead (The Bitterroot Salish), The Pend D'Oreilles (Also called the Upper Kalispell) and the Kootenai unimportant and thus, planned to consolidate (to merge) them together with other tribes on one single reservation. The location of the treaty council was at what is presently known to Montanans now as Missoula.

When they arrived, the chiefs Victor (Flathead), Chief Big Canoe (Pend D'Oreilles), And Chief Michelle (Kootenai) were very reluctant to sign this treaty as none of the three tribes truly got along and unknowingly Stevens treated them like one tribe when this was not so. This was because they were so culturally diverse and they did not speak the same language as the other tribes, and as Stevens appointed Victor as the head chief of the reservation, no enthusiasm was met.

Stevens proposed that the reservation for the three tribes be created in Jocko Valley, the homeland for the Pend D’Oreilles… But the Flathead did not want to leave their land in Bitterroot valley… When Victor refused to Sign the treaty unless it included Provisions for a separate reservation for his people in Bitterroot valley, Stevens called him horrible insults such as “Old Woman” Or “Dog” to which Chief Victor replies, “I sit quiet and before me you take my land away.”

Chief Alexander favored the treaty as it would give his people more opportunity to learn about Christianity, However, he did accuse Governor Stevens of “Speaking like a Blackfoot,” Which is a horrible insult. Red Wolf, A flathead, tried to explain to Stevens how the culture of each tribe is different, but he was met with deaf ears as the Americans, blind, believed all of the Indians were the same and continued their delusion of it.

Big Canoe then explained how his people offered their hands to the American’s in friendship and questioned why they were in need of a treaty, saying how a treaty is only made to settle difference between enemies. He still offered friendship, however, he hated how the Americans thought they had a right to come in and take their lands away. The treaty was established and signed as the Indians believed the United States would protect them from Blackfoot raids, and that the Government would give them annual proportions and generous monetary payments-...But this was poorly translated.

As the Hellgate Treaty states: “The exclusive right of taking fish in all the streams running through or bordering the reservation is further secured to said Indians; as also the right of taking fish at all usual and accustomed places … together with the privilege of hunting, gathering roots and berries…”

Works Cited

http://nativeamericannetroots.net/diary/908
http://www.flatheadwatershed.org/culturalhistory/pendsalish.shtml
http://www.arlee.k12.mt.us/cms/lib6/MT01001201/Centricity/Domain/84/HellgateTreatyUnitShawnfinal.pdf

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Her embrace tightened around him. She deserved to be selfish, didn’t she? After all, she had endured pain, but did her job regardless. No matter how much it hurt. Zephyr would want this for her, she already knew. He was a selfless individual-- loving, and patient. He never wished for her to suffer, and always encouraged her to lay down her mantle because of the pain her job brings. “You are okay with this, right Zephyr?”

Elysia tilted her head towards Order, her lips parted and eyes full of curiosity. How would he respond to her touch? Would he spurn her? Or would he give into her? Would he throw the objects off his desk to take her? Without further thought, she pressed her lips into his.

Order was shocked for a moment. The one he had been seeking for so long had finally reciprocated his feelings. But at what cost? Order wasn’t sure if loving her like this, while she was in a vulnerable state of mind was wise. He kissed her back, though his own kiss was a sweet one in comparison to the fiery kiss she had given him.

Elysia pushed herself more towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Order chimed softly against her mouth, his hands firm on the small of her back-- pulling her tightly against him. Elysia looked at him for a moment, her golden eyes delving into his. “If you can take my pain away… then what do I have to lose?” She whispered. And with those words, Order picked her up.

His hands were firm on her butt as he carried her over to his desk, and in order to sit her comfortably, he pushed everything off his desk and onto the floor. Elysia looked at him, her golden eyes now lit with the fire of lust as he moved himself closer to her; his lips claiming her neck. With his touch, she could feel electricity coursing through her veins with each brush of his skin against hers. With his touch, her arousal grew, and manifested with moisture pooling between her legs.

Elysia moved her head and kissed him on the mouth, her hands weaving themselves to his pants-- but he stopped her hands. “Mm… Impatient for the main event?” Order said, his voice husky and breathless from lust. “I’m sorry, but I have to stop you there. I’m here to take your pain away, right? Let me pleasure you first.”

Once again, Order claimed her mouth with his. Elysia melted against him, and deepened her kiss. Taking the invitation, Order slid his hand to the top of her undergarments and gently rubbed. She shuddered against him, and Order immediately knew he was doing something right. He continued to rub her, and smiled against her mouth as she squirmed beneath him. Her body temperature was rising, and he knew he had to act soon before she pounced on him. Order moved slightly away from her, and got on his knees before her.

Elysia stared at him in confusion, and Order chuckled lightly. “It's been awhile since you have been properly worshipped, am I correct Elysia?” Order said softly.

Elysia bit her lip. She knew exactly what he meant. It had been a long time since she was loved, or even worshipped the way Zephyr used to. Here she was, staring at Order-- the one who was going to be her lover- on his knees prepared to worship her as well. It was a welcome distraction, but a surprising one at that. She had always imagined Order to be a commanding, dominant one in the bedroom-- and perhaps that was still true, as he had been firm and adamant on him pleasuring her rather than hopping straight to the main event. Commanding and dominant was how he always presented himself; so seeing him like this.. Was almost intriguing to her.

She quirked her eyebrows for a moment. “You worship me? What a turn of events…” she mused as he grinned.

“Of course. You are the luminous, beautiful primal of light. How are you not worthy of being worshipped?” he said, placing his hand gently on her thigh.

“Mm...I’ve always thought you a much different lover,” Elysia said in response.

“I am full of surprises, Elysia. I switch up routines,” He said as he removed her bottoms-- and buried himself between her legs and made his way to her innermost core. Her breath hitched as she felt his cold breath against her and she squirmed. He held her still, and began to lap at her-- taking time to taste and study her movements and vulnerabilities. She moaned in response and struggled against him. He certainly was a talented lover; that she could not deny.

“O-Order…” She moaned as he continued to please her with his tongue. “Mm…?” he hummed in response to her, causing her to giggle at the vibrations of his mouth. “That tickles…”

He chuckled in response. For one who had been loved so thoroughly before, she was quite innocent. “Does it now?” He said, looking up at her with a smug expression on his flawless face. “Let’s make it tickle more…”

“A-Ah…” Elysia whimpered as he went right back to licking and lapping at her.

He made sure to pay special attention to her clit; taking time to nip it, suck it and drive her crazy by flicking it with the tip of his tongue. With each stroke of his tongue inside of her, Elysia writhed in pleasure, and muffled her moans by biting down on her index finger slightly. He was amused by this innocent display. “You’re so sweet and so innocent. Are you sure you were so deeply loved, Elysia?” Order said as he continued to pleasure her, his caresses turning into agonizing pleasure as he teased her.

Eventually, Elysia let out a cry as a climax erupted from between her lips. His talented tongue being the one to bring it to fruition, and he made sure to quickly lap up the juices that escaped with her cries, taking time to savor the taste, her taste, which was absolutely divine and was an aphrodisiac in of itself, and threatened to drive him crazy with lust as well.

Quickly, Order picked her up and carried her to his bed-- laying her down upon the silken sheets to admire her. Her face was flushed with the color of pleasure, and her body was slick with the sweat of lust-- and the fact he was the one to do that to her brought him pride.

He looked down at her, his silver hair flowing past his shoulder as he began to undo her top. He stopped for a moment to admire her form. She truly was beautiful-- not only in face, but in body as well. Her bosom and behind were so perfectly balanced she almost resembled an hourglass and her skin, flush and the color of cream.

He had only dreamt of seeing her in such a vulnerable state; and now that it was happening, he did not know what to say. Her breasts perfect mounds; and would be so tempting to those beholden of them. He moved his mouth down to each mound to tease them both equally; her moans and shudders urging him on.

“O-Order I can’t wait anymore…” She said, her bell-like voice now dripped with the sound of lust and he grinned. Did he dare torment her more? He smirked, it was tempting and a way to savor her vulnerability. He sighed in defeat, no. As much as he wished to see her beg him; he knew that after this he would have eternity to do such things to her. His lips once again claimed hers to silence her as he began to remove his cape and pants.

The male positioned himself above her, those blue pools of his now darkened from desire as he looked down at her. “Now, I ask you once again, Elysia; are you sure you want to do this? After I take you, this will be the point of no return,” He said, giving her one last chance to duck out should she not truly want this; no matter how agonizing it was to him for now his sex now stood erect.

Elysia nodded, “I-I’m sure Order. I wouldn’t bring you this far just to say no,” Elysia said, wrapping her legs around him. He nodded, and slid himself past her folds, and inside of her very core. The Primal of light gasped. He felt so different, so large.

“Although he resembles Zephyr,” Elysia thought, “He doesn’t feel anything like him...”

He looked down at her and smiled, bending down to capture her lips with his again in a searing kiss as he thrust himself inside her. She shuddered and cried out, clutching him tighter as he rocked against her. His hands gripped the sheets as he began to thrust faster inside of her; once he knew her body could handle him.

Such devastating energy and power in his movements! She had forgotten what sex with another primal was like-- as she hadn’t thought about it for a long time. Her cries became louder as he continued to thrust and swirl himself deep within her. He was testing the waters, to see if he could find her most sensitive spot. After all, he wanted her to crave him and want no one else.

Elysia’s cries grew louder the closer he was to her sensitivity, making him focus on that spot as he thrusted, now putting her legs over his shoulders to increase his depth. She screamed out in pleasure from this; and gave him the impression this was her favorite position.

“I found it…” He groaned against her ear as he rocked himself harder inside her.

She gripped him tighter, nails now digging into his flesh, causing him to groan. She liked his voice; it was like sweet honey-- a deep baritone that certainly complimented his personality and power. Sensing her wish, Order turned himself over to let her be on top of him. “Let me hear that voice of yours again…” Elysia said, kissing him as she began to ride him. His groans were like music to her ears, she couldn’t get enough as she quickened her own pace on him.