Try To Shut Me Down

The woman launched into an explanation and most of it stemmed from her own insecurities and the fact that she'd never been able to develop a sense of self. She worried about so many things, a lot of which were valid. She worried about their relationship changing and he noted her brow furrow. With a sigh, Chimera reached out, grabbing the small fae in his grasp and pulling her against his damp body. He pressed her head onto his outstretched foreleg and placed his own over hers. Physical affection was one of the few ways that he knew could soothe someone that was upset. It worked for him, anyway.

Chimera nosed the top of the fae's head before he spoke. "I understand your concerns. If it's just to see whether or not you like the act but you're too afraid that your views of me would change, there are others on the island who might oblige you." He had Erystotle in mind. The man was gentle, knew what it was to be a sex slave and Chimera trusted him.

Reila spoke of rejection and Chimera actually felt bad. His voice was soft. "It wasn't rejection in the manner that you think," he informed her. "The time just wasn't right, as you said." He continued to hold her against him, laying on his side with his top foreleg draped over her slender frame. "You will know," he assured her. "There will come a time when everything will fall into place. There's no need to rush it." His big paw gave the woman a gentle pat of reassurance.

"Speech"