Putting in effort

The instant that Dalila's paws began to massage the sore, knotted up muscles in Chimera's shoulders and back, the behemoth gave an appreciative groan. Mismatched eyes drifted shut. He hadn't quite realized how sore he was until the mottled woman began kneading his muscles. He had forgotten how good she was at this. And this time she didn't have any of that disgusting oil to mash into his fur. He much preferred this type of massage.

After a time, the brutes muscles unclenched and his body felt at ease. After that, Chimera had another plan in mind. Sliding away from Dalila's working paws, Chimera caught one of them and gave the back of her white toes a gentle kiss. He knew that the backs of pregnant women took a hard beating, so Chimera returned the favor. He helped the woman to settle gently upon her stomach in the sand and gently began kneading the muscles in her back, shoulders, neck and hips with his massive paws. The brute was surprisingly gentle as he worked. She was the mother to his children, so he felt that she deserved nice things even if they weren't as amicable as he and Aliana or he and Siren.

Standing over Dalila, One of Chimera's paws moved down to gently stroke the side of her swelling belly. He was settling now that he was older. Whatever hormones that had turned him into a ball of rage when he was younger had tapered off. That wasn't to say that rage didn't often take him, but most times he was able to control it rather than just let it do what it wished. Like when he had hurt Dalila the very first time that he'd slept with her. Lowering his muzzle, Chimera nuzzled into the fae's cheek just below her ear. "I'm glad that we're no longer at odds, Dalila," he purred before his tongue swept over the back of one ear.

"Speech"