How Much It Matters

Much was being done to turn their new dwelling into a home. The women were hard at work, flitting back and forth, preparing this and that. Chimera left the organizing and personalization up to them. He wasn't good at that sort of thing. Once a bit more of his strength returned, he would make a trip to the island to gather what he could and bring it back. All of the old luxuries, if they hadn't been pirated.

The giant lay on a pile of pelts but wasn't asleep. One foreleg was extended out over the edge of the bed and Chimera had his chin resting upon it. His gaze was directed towards the doorway, so he saw Reila the moment that she came into view. The black and white man watched the earthen fae hungrily. Yes, he'd been sick, but when had Chimera ever suffered a loss of libido?

Reila dropped off a load of furs, then sauntered across the redstone cave to stand before him. He sat up as she neared. One delicate paw rose up to touch his shoulder as she questioned his health. Chimera chuckled, flashing teeth for a moment before extending his foreleg outwards to snare the woman, pulling her closer to him. Not back to full strength he may have been, but the women that he'd chosen were all dainty things. Easy to toss around.

Time away had allowed the women to get used to one another. Reila was a permanent fixture and they all accepted it. There was no longer any hiding for fear of hurt feelings. The pair could treat one another as they wished. Holding her close, the man buried his nose in her chest, making a sound of pleasure as he absorbed her scent. "I'm fine. Just tired from the journey." He then pulled back and his gaze met hers. "Are you settling in okay?"

"Chimera Klein"