George
I couldn’t stand seeing my mate in distress. And to be honest I was a little envious that every time she needed comfort, she seemed to go to Gillian. I hurried onto the bed with the two of them and wrapped my arms around her. When our skin made contact I could feel everything she was feeling, and there is no other word to describe it except overwhelming. I wanted to offer her all the calm and comfort that I could offer.
“What? What is happening to me?” She wailed unhappily. Her cry tore at my heart. This wasn’t how I had pictured our first mating. She was supposed to be feeling blissful, complete, and wholly satisfied, not frightened and confused. I gently pulled her long hair away from her face. It was still damp with sweat and tangled from her passionate interludes
