She's aggressive, growling as she climbs into bed.

Eleanor's skin is softer than the finest sifted flour, she covers him her softness, folding herself over him, taking him inside her. Sex is everything that repulses him about humanity, shedding, sweating skins, fluids & loss of control, the whole idea of it is revolting...But Eleanor is different somehow, her sweat purifies him, her skin heals, being with her connects him to the world. She's beautiful, up above him, looking down at him. Their eyes meet & their gazes lock, for that moment, they are one being, in a universe that exists only of themselves.

She's glowing, radiant, her skin flushed, her lips deep red as she eases herself back into the hottub. She throws her head back, exposing her lovely neck, resting against the hot tub wall. Then she opens her eyes, and beams a wicked smile at him.

She reaches out for him & pulls her into her arms, holds him. She whispers sweet & beautiful things to him as she touches him, holds him against her breasts.

Justin has always been a loner, an alley cat, and he never gets into situations where he isn't dominant. Eleanor tamed him, it started the moment he saw her & knew he had to be with her. He'll come & sit on her lap when she calls, submissive, happy pet.

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