Silvertip Mountain It's my Party

If FitzDutiful had even suspected that Zaria was doing this for him more than herself he wouldn't have embarked on this endeavour - or so he would have hoped. In truth nothing could have stopped him, not even his son. He would understand when he was older but that scent was just hard wired into their brains to go at it like bunnies. He wouldn't be leaving her side until the scent had vanished for no other male should even be able to get a look at her.

This first session was over quicker than he would have liked. His endurance had been tempered by the amount of enthusiasm he had for the task at hand. As they stayed locked together in the aftermath he leaned on her heavily for a moment, panting a lot and unaware of the weight she was having to bear. He hadn't even registered her cuts yet. That would all come after the two of them were separated and before the next session began.