The Worst Is Over

Perhaps it was the anticipation and the buildup, or perhaps it was simply Reila herself, but Chimera's entire body felt as though it had ignited. He was truly on fire as the pair reached their pleasure together. The brutes spine arched and the thick fur on the back of his neck stood straight up as they remained locked together. Wave after wave washed over him and only at the point that those waves began to lighten did the tension in his body lessen. Little sparks danced in Chimera's vision as he regained his breathing. His neck curled and he looked down upon the woman beneath him. The grin on her face was met with a grin of his own. It didn't seem as though she had any regrets. Yet, anyway.

Gently, Chimera wrapped a foreleg beneath the fae and rolled slowly onto his side, taking her with him. Both forelegs wrapped around her once they were laying and he pulled the woman against his chest. Nose buried in the fae's speckled crown as he still fought to slow the beat of his heart. Waiting for her had been worth it. Knowing that she made this decision out of want rather than duty had been worth the wait. He would have waited longer, had it been necessary.

A pink tongue protruded, pulling along the edge of the panting woman's lips, dipping into her maw for just a moment as he tasted her once more. They were wrapped up together and it just felt right. There was a part of Reila that he needed. Something that the rest of his lovers couldn't give him. He was thankful for that. Thankful that she was something new and that she fed a different kind of hunger in him.

Eventually they were both able to breathe again and Chimera nuzzled into one ear and cheek. "Was it what you'd hoped for?" The silent questions were, 'Are you okay? Do you have any regrets?' The brute very much wanted a repeat performance. He wanted Reila in his life now and always. Did she want the same though? One big paw stroked up and down the fae's back slowly, gently, and he waited for her to answer.

"Chimera"