Stavanger Bay oh there it is again, sitting on my chest

She breathes Nefris in; the warmth of her scent comforting the second she, too, gives in. Valyri presses closer with a giggle—each kiss pressing the title of her muzzle further to encourage Nefris to touch wherever she pleases.
Mm, she hums, you spoil me with such praise, and each of her touches, how she shivers. I would have laughed had I been told one so handsome found me beautiful.