Hoshor Plains drag race

She felt him brush against her. Another tingle. He rested his head upon her neck, and Tomahawk flinched. She did not know what to make of it. Rakharo had strictly forbidden her from pleasing anybody in the way she had Lavakho, but she was a weak creature. A Zafra. She went back and forth on bolting and staying, but settled on the latter. Lavakho had not told her to leave, so she did not. Instead, she allowed her muscles to relax before pressing herself closer to him. She held her breath, unsure how he would react.