[Tomoe remains leaning against the back of the sofa, limbs quivering with aftershocks as he slowed inside her, her entire sex over-sensitized from her climax. After several long moments she shifts enough to look back at him, panting lightly through parted lips, her dark eyes heavy-lidded. The hints of feathers along her scar and at her shoulders recede back into her skin as her energy calms back into her proper shape.]
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