you're my buried treasure

She was literally putty in his paws. With no hint of resistance Aranea seemed content to yield herself to him and Noir eagerly took her up on her offer. In his drunken stupor he didn’t recognize the difference in age or size, or how vulnerable she was. He only cared about the pleasure that could be shared between their two bodies.

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Noir released a heavy sigh before relaxing into the sand only barely to the side of his dainty partner. One huge arm remained wrapped around her shoulder as he caught his breath from the excitement. She wasn’t the most lively partner but he was also very drunk. She was perfect for the moments they shared, and Noir at least, was fully satisfied with himself. Unfortunately he was still feeling restless.

”Damn, what a good lay.” He chuckled to himself again as he released her and stretched, not near ready to call it a night. ”Like a valuable treasure. Hmm.” Noir looked her over once more, feeling greedy. ”I should bury you and come back for you later.” He spoke and ended with a firm nod. He’d keep her all to himself that way.