Drift Away Together

It was all so much. Keeping her mask in place so that Artorias didn't see that he'd only received half of a sister upon her return was exhausting. Now there was this overload of sexual tension. Did he feel that, she wondered? Could he feel the heat pouring off of her? The desire? Again, she wondered if he would feel revulsion if he knew that she was picturing him pressing her small body into the sand and covering her with his own massive frame. She could almost hear him whisper her name as he took her roughly and thoroughly. Or would he feel pity? Poor broken Bowen. The pirates really did a number on her.

Miraculously, the water didn't immediately give off steam as her heated body stepped into it. As she floated in the bay, her forelegs barely paddling, the young fae refused to look back at the damp, blue and black body on the beach. If she did... if she saw him laying there, all laid out like a gift for her... Gods... Her resolve was breaking. She needed to find someone to fill her up. To make her feel something.

Art's voice rang out behind her and Bowen chuckled sardonically. "It's a wonder they didn't call me Little Fish instead of Little Bird." She gave a soft shrug, her forepaws still treading water. "I suppose birds are more attractive than fish, right?" Thinking of her captains in her minds eye, Bowen bit her bottom lip as images of their heated threesomes and moresomes flashed through her minds eye. She was going to lose her mind if she didn't relieve this tension soon.

Turning, Bowen made her way back to the beach. She couldn't really look Art in the eye as she shook the excess water from her coat. "I don't feel very well," she admitted. "Can we go home?" Her back was slightly hunched as she stared at the ground rather than her very attractive, very grown up big brother.

"Speech"