Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

Back in Rhaesh Dahaan, Lavakho had earned himself a reputation due to his inclination for thinking primarily with his dick.  It was as if there was only enough limited blood in his body to supply only one of his brains (being a male and all), with usually the one between his hind-legs winning out in their endless tug-of-war.  However, despite being a horn-dog, things rarely progressed this far for the warrior.  He tended to put his foot in his mouth, say something stupid, and screw courtship up completely, leaving him to take his sexual frustration out on the slaves, who really had no say in the matter.

Lavakho rose as she rolled out from under him, body tensing as her tail crossed under his chin.  Her challenge echoed and rattled across his empty head as he stared longingly at the curves of her young body.  Lavakho was past the point of no return and he had made his decision.  When she lifted her tail, he took it as an open invitation and that was enough for him.

Drawing closer to her, he grasped gently at the scruff of her neck as he rose to mount her. His hips locked with hers as the two became intertwined.  "Ui nomeno svabol wux tuor Zhav?" He breathed longingly into her ear as he began to grind up against her. "Si shilta majak wux nomeno."