I Like The Way It Hurts

She climbed up on him, placing her paws down on his chest while his own paws reached up to carefully caress along her sides. He was pretty drunk, everything about him felt heavy and grounded him. His paws though were so easy to raise up and lay on her almost as if she was controlling him herself. His head dropped back on the sands as she slid back onto him. Another sharp breath of relief from the way it made him feel.

His eyes moved generously up her legs and chest and to her face. Balthier was only filled entirely of lust, he could feel nothing for the stranger. But he more than enjoyed the company she gave him alone on the beach. He loved what she did to him, he wouldn't have to feel anything else between them. He still looked at her as if she was made of gold. The alcohol could have been clouding his judgement but no, the girl over him was completely beautiful.

His paws squeezed gently over her sides as he looked up at her, "God, you are fucking gorgeous." He sucked his teeth as his eyes rolled back before his gaze went back to her stroking form. His core clenched as his own desires and climax started threatening him. He held out as he let her ride him, his own groans and breaths clear signs of his pleasure under her. Instinctively his hips rolled into her but she held most of the control. As he contracted close to his end he nearly whispered, "Careful..." Because if she wasn't, well she would find out.

"Balthier Destruction"