It's bloody work, but someone's gotta do it

He held on to every moment with Scylla as they moved together as one, everything else falling away and any possible coherent thought being chased from his mind. Every reaction he pulled from her only drove him on more and every fluid motion she fed back into their mating drew him closer and closer to that peak no matter how much he was trying to fend it off for a while longer. He didn't want this to end, but he could feel the tension climbing in them both with their panting and moaning filling the silence of the cellar. When he finally couldn't hold back any longer, he held them tightly together as his head fell back to rest against the wall with a growling groan, finding a relief and a pleasure that he didn't often receive.

The grip he had around her waist didn't begin to loosen until he was fully spent and he began to catch his breath and only then did he tip his gaze back down from the ceiling to look to Scylla again, having to blink his eyes several times to straighten out his vision. A lopsided grin that spoke to the cloud he was currently floating on pulled across his lips while he gazed down at her with a new appreciation and familiarity. His large paws traced across her hips and lower back while they recovered and came down from the high of it all. "I hope this isn't the only time you'll interrupt my work," he joked with an amused chuckle. He didn't want her to go and he didn't want this moment to end, but he got the sense that Scylla had gotten what she came for. That was the hard part about indulging in women like this, wasn't it? Having to let them go in the end.

"Arcturus Indarra"