Drift Away Together

Art told her that he wished he'd been there and Bowen's green eyes scrunched up for a moment. "I'm glad you weren't," she admitted. "The strong ones were broken fast. Sometimes irreparably. The compliant ones lasted longer." She was proof of that. She'd done what was asked and she survived. Had she fought against her captors, no doubt she'd be broken and battered; sold to some cruel master somewhere far across the sea.

The sadness in Art's voice when he spoke of traveling together pulled Bowen's attention back to him, her head raising up off of her paws to fix him with her verdant gaze. "Don't feel bad about it. I've traveled and I've seen things. I still feel the pull of adventuring, but I'm content to come back to the castle after." She almost said 'come back home' but the castle still didn't feel like home. "We can take little excursions like this. That's fine with me." Whatever Art needed to make him happy, she'd be content with.

Tender affections were delivered to the side of Bowen's neck and a shudder tore through her, accompanied by a soft gasp. Gods, his touch was electric. She didn't want him to stop, but he needed to. She needed to stop. Art continued, saying that they could travel, find treasure, do things together, just the two of them. It was more than Bowen could ask for. Plastering a smile to her face, the young woman nodded. "I'd like that."

Being beside him while feeling the lustful pull in her belly was too much. Bowen rose to her paws and moved back into the water. The sand clinging to her russet and ivory coat released its hold as she pushed off of the bottom and cut through the water, barely paddling. The cool water helped to ease the heat within her, but it would only be enough for a short time. She would need to find someone to help her alleviate that lust.

"Speech"