The Worst Is Over

From the look over her shoulder, Chimera shifted and she helped by lifting herself off of him but she didn't move other than that. She still waited to see what he would say, or more accurately what he would do. She kept her gaze away from his face up until he spoke. Her head turned up to look at him with a well too familiar smirk on her maw. She was always inviting especially in Chimera's presence, especially now.

She would roll completely to his silent commands, maybe directly driven from her life of servitude but she wanted this. She wanted it badly. Reila fell right into Chimera's eager lips with just the same energy and her head rested back on the grasses behind her as he moved to whisper in her ear. She didn't respond out loud, but she didn't move away or object him. She would give him just that, she would be his. For tonight, for tomorrow, maybe forever. It seemed too soon to tell but... she felt it down deep in her. This was exactly where she wanted to be. Just with him.

She held her breath as she looked directly up at Chimera's huge frame above her, still not expecting anything and just waiting to feel what would happen next. As Chimera drove down her body her breath quivered while she watched him move from her throat all the way down to her most intimate parts. She sucked in a sharp inhale as he started, her head falling back on the ground under her. After letting him explore her and finding some of the best parts in the way she tensed and released, sighing and groaning to the pleasures he found in her, she helped him a little more by angling her body in the perfect way to meet that end. Her reactions were quicker, louder, her paws ran down her sides to meet his as they curled over top of them. "Yes, Chimera!" She cried out as she was meeting her end tightening her thighs around him and filling the air with her feminine groans into her relief. She gave herself to him, in more ways than this. She let him know.

With her heart pounding in her chest she took a few seconds before flashing her gaze up whether he was still down on her or rising up, "Fuck me." The easiest command in her hushed tone while her burning eyes dared him to keep going. She couldn't imagine he didn't want more himself, and she wanted him to feel just what he had done to her. If she wasn't so used to being the slave she would have ripped into him to drag him up into her because that's how bad she needed it. But she didn't for now. Instead she waited, again, hoping to feel even more of that sick relief when his dire form entered her.

"Reila"