Find What's Good

Yes, he did in fact have something to hide, but he wasn't doing a very good job of it, so why bother? In the end, he rolled over, giving the woman what she wanted. Reila straddled him as though there wasn't a hard on right behind her. She may have been ignoring it, but he couldn't. Had this been Aliana, he already would have slammed the woman onto her stomach and been lodged within her. He couldn't do that to Reila. One, because he was trying to be good and two, because he would no doubt terrify the newly blossomed woman. It wouldn't do to traumatize her like that, not after she'd come to far in piecing herself together. So what was he to do?

Fucking groan, apparently. The fae lifted herself, placing her body on the other side of his manhood before continuing her massage, which he barely felt now. She hadn't ruined it, but he'd been enjoying himself without all of this. When she was finished with the massage, Chimera looked down the length of his body. There she was, nestled between his hind legs. In those same lusty tones, the woman asked if he was satisfied. No. No he fucking wasn't.

Chimera grunted and let his head drop back to the ground. Reila was making things terribly difficult. The only reason that she had such a feeling of control was because he was forcing himself to not act. Perhaps this made it seem as though she controlled both him and the situation, but she didn't. At any moment his resolve might snap and he might thoroughly frighten the fae, or worse, break her.

Tightening the muscles of his stomach, Chimera curled his spine, forelegs outstretched so that he could grab the inebriated woman. She weighed very little and was easy to handle as he drug her up the length of his body, growling again as every inch of her body slid over his lower bits. Fuck. Chimera rolled onto his side, encasing the bob-tailed fae within his embrace. He nuzzled into her cheek with a speckled pink nose, then drifted down to nuzzle her throat as well. He didn't want to lead her on, but he wanted to leave her with something. She'd been trying so hard. The brute's muzzle moved back up and his lips pressed against hers. With a bit of pressure, he had her mouth open and his tongue slipped within the confines of her maw. He tasted her, the flavor mixed with the sweet stick and wine. His forelegs stayed in place, wrapped about her and in time he broke the kiss. "Let's sleep, Reila." Chimera pulled the woman against his chest and settled down for sleep. The fire would keep them warm enough. Only the weather might drive them inside.

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