His laughter and amused smirk chase away any doubts she might have had about his reluctance to let loose. She eases into the comfort of her lingering orgasm and all the aches and exhaustion that come with it, her tail steadying her as much as his hands when legs unfurl so her bare feet can touch the floorboards. When she finally releases his horns, Thal stands on her own, barely leaning against the scorched wood as she grins smugly up at his handsome smirk.
She taps a playfully sharp finger against his scarred chest at the mention of 'tricks,' hiding her intrigue with a coy wink. "Show me your worst."
Although she absolutely intends on finding him again when the general population proves unable to meet her needs, Thal doesn't let her excitement show too clear, her eagerness buried in a casual nonchalance as she pushes off the bedpost and into his space once more. "We'll see," she says, blue eyes glowing bright in the low lighting of the room as she drags them over his features before stepping easily away, refusing to let the moment linger.
With a knowing smirk, she saunters across the room, gathering clothes with the practiced motions of someone unbothered with the aftermath of her hunger. She dons the articles with a few flicks of her tail, wearing the bruises and small scrapes as if they were accessories, refusing to feel embarrassed if he catches sight of the tattoo straddling her tail. Instead, she tucks some of her tousled blonde hair behind a curling horn when she straightens, already heading for the door with a soft clip of her boots and a "Thanks for the fun" thrown his way.
She taps a playfully sharp finger against his scarred chest at the mention of 'tricks,' hiding her intrigue with a coy wink. "Show me your worst."
Although she absolutely intends on finding him again when the general population proves unable to meet her needs, Thal doesn't let her excitement show too clear, her eagerness buried in a casual nonchalance as she pushes off the bedpost and into his space once more. "We'll see," she says, blue eyes glowing bright in the low lighting of the room as she drags them over his features before stepping easily away, refusing to let the moment linger.
With a knowing smirk, she saunters across the room, gathering clothes with the practiced motions of someone unbothered with the aftermath of her hunger. She dons the articles with a few flicks of her tail, wearing the bruises and small scrapes as if they were accessories, refusing to feel embarrassed if he catches sight of the tattoo straddling her tail. Instead, she tucks some of her tousled blonde hair behind a curling horn when she straightens, already heading for the door with a soft clip of her boots and a "Thanks for the fun" thrown his way.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
