Hideaway Strath Return to the stars

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He could taste the newness of her, as anyone who could compare anything as close to youth as such a greenhorn could be. She smelled sweet, wet, like that of tears and daintiness. She wouldn't be the first of his family that he'd been into. And more than likely, the gentleman cassanova would bed a many more after she had grown on to move on. Until then-

"It's lust, passion, desires that come easy and simmer for as long as you'd like it." Priest gave her the ease of speaking in the common tongue should it be be easier for her to focus. Or would he want her to trip up on her words? To lose feeling in her focus, and to be swayed into the sea of nothingness that came from such numbing heat? 

He pulled himself still, giving her the room and illustration she needed to deliver her own try at replaying what he had done to her. Ears struck forward, erect and stuck to keep motionless as she groomed his most untouched places. Lids sealed his indigo amethysts in ebony caskets while he enjoyed this cleaning with a release of a deep sigh. He hadn't been groomed in those places in a minute, and it was relieving enough just knowing a woman, his own blood, especially, was freeing him of the dirt and sweat he'd made so far in his hard travels. 

After she had finished, Priest reopened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear them of the little bit of daze she'd put in em. Man, it was almost like a massage, and to be frank, he didn't want it to end. But as wine, it needed to be sipped, not gulped. "But it is not love, and I need you to promise to remember that."