Find What's Good

Once Chimera rolled flat onto his stomach, Reila took advantage by straddling over his spine and getting a much better angle and equal work on him. Maybe her massage this time was better while she seemed more comfortable and fluid. Or maybe it was just her that felt that way from the alcohol. Her paws pushing her own body in almost a waving motion, lulling her while she worked over Chimera from shoulders to hips. Her paws moved along the face of his haunches, and she was going to move her way back up but she didn't without a little tease. Her dainty paws hugged around his hips as if threatening to go any lower, but she moved back up rather quickly as if she was still working her massage.

Reila obviously knew the ways of men, or at least how to pleasure them. But somehow she always acted so oblivious and innocent and maybe that was just her part of freedom speaking for her. At this point from her start in Fenmyre she knew she wanted something more from Chimera. She didn't know if it played along with her emotions, if she would be attached to him with the desires she wanted or if she was simply just feeling a need she wanted fulfilled in this new life he had given her. She had known the good of intimate times, but it was never for herself. She could manipulate herself and the men who bought her time in sexual ways, but it was never what she wanted so was that true enjoyment?

As she drove her paws back up his spine, brushing her pads down his fur to flow it back the way it was meant to be, her maw reached up closer behind his ear, "Roll over." In a way it was sort of demanding, but the way she spoke was hot and nearly begging. She had tried to act subtly before, and she had put advances on him by wanting to kiss him last time. This may have been a last resort for her attempts. Maybe she hadn't been blunt enough until now.

"Reila"