Along The Lines

Reila was a minx. She knew exactly what she was doing and the Fenmyrian King allowed her to embrace that newfound independence. Though she'd lived a life bringing pleasure to others, Chimera didn't think for one moment that she was putting on an act for him. He believed that this was truly Reila as she was meant to be and it spoke volumes as to just how comfortable she was when in his presence.

The woman played with him, acting as though she was in disbelief that she was making things difficult. Chimera growled low at her, that growl only increasing as she joined their mouths again. And then, just as quickly as she had kissed him, she turned away, placing her back against his stomach once more. He didn't get angry about it, nor did he chastise her for the snarky, almost mocking words that she spoke. A little teasing was okay in private, he only hoped she wouldn't make such mistakes in front of others.

One big paw rested upon the woman's ribcage again, but he had some teasing of his own to do. The brutes tail curled, snaking between the fae's hind legs and settling against her womanly bits. He gave it a gentle wag and then gave his body a little wiggle, feigning getting comfortable. "Goodnight, Reila."

"Speech"