Gilded Bay One too many

As annoyed as Brontide was with himself, he couldn't let himself get too angry, or he'd set himself off again. His ride crumbled to the ground and he lay more or less motionless for a few moments until he was able to move his legs again, and jaw as well. He licked his chops, working his jaw to make sure it was all over, and dragged himself off her back so they could lay a bit more comfortably until they were able to separate. 

"That happens." He said, defensively. "Every time." Whenever he got too frustrated it'd happen, or if something funny happened, or if he was overwhelmed in any way. Frustration seemed to be the worst, but it happened more often with laughter or excitement. He didn't feel particularly ashamed; he'd got what he wanted, and didn't care if she hated him for collapsing like that. He'd done her good, or so he thought, and now just had to wait long enough for them to be able to separate so he could get as far away from her as possible.