Sora's arms had stopped being arms in the warrior's sense — they were still holding her up, the muscle doing the structural work, but the arms belonged to something other than the warrior now and the warrior was filing her objection from a significant distance.
He gripped her thick thighs and pulled her back.
The full, deep, complete press of a man who had decided this was the position and was communicating that decision through the available architecture.
PAAAH!
'—KYAAANGHHH~!!!—'
The sound that came out of Sora at full depth was the sound that had come out of Rua in the forest — the same frequency, the specific, enormous, non-warrior sound of a body receiving something at the limit of its current capacity and expressing the limit honestly.
His hands spread.
