The Worst Is Over

Reila seemed to consider his words for a moment, then admitted that he was what she wanted. She wanted to pleasure him. "You do please me, Reila. Every time we're together, I'm pleased." He wasn't certain what the woman was feeling emotionally, but it was no secret what she had in mind physically. He cared for the woman in his own way. Chimera wouldn't have gone so far as to call it love, but he cared. Cared enough to walk the line here and make sure that Reila was cared for properly, both mentally and physically.

The woman began to reposition herself and one brow arched in question. Reila told him what she wanted and a moment later, the fae's sweet, velveteen tongue was upon him. A low groan ghosted past the mans lips and he rested his head back in the grass, savoring the feeling. Not many took the opportunity to please him in this manner as he was always the one in charge. Chimera's taste ran towards brute strength, overpowering his women, bending them to his will, bringing out the most pleasure for them that he could manage. This was different and his advancing arousal was proof of it.

"Reila," he growled the woman's name low in his throat. Chimera felt the need for a long stretch and did so, toes splaying and muscles quivering. The feel of her maw around him was arousing, relaxing, pleasing. In time, it wouldn't be enough, however. In time, he would have to reverse the roles and please her instead, but for now, he let the woman have her moment.

"Chimera Klein"