Herbalists' Cache An Escape

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Her words pushed him over the edge, and he had no more words to give her, either. With a grunt of effort, he mounted her and did the damn thing, quickly, breathlessly--he was slightly out of practice. He knew he wouldn't last long, so he savored the fleeting connection of flesh before losing himself completely, half-collapsing atop her, his head cradled between her shoulders and back.

When Shale finally separated from her, he took a step back, the rational part of his mind cutting through his arousal with a faint sense of horror. What had he done?

Then her scent assailed him once more, and he stepped closer, legs trembling with exertion, pressing his nose against her shoulder with a contented sigh. "I'm sorry that was so quick," he murmured. With a low chuckle, he added, "I hoped you liked it as much as I did." Perhaps not--he assumed she was a virgin, having not recognized the smell of a man on Anatha a few moons back, and he'd heard the first time for a woman was a little painful.

Belatedly, he thought of any lingering pain she could be feeling--physical or otherwise--and looked at her intently. "How do you feel?"