Totoka River turn of the tides

she encourage him onward with a rumble and sway of her tail, and so he continued, slowly mimicking her posture until he too was placing affection nips along her hipbone. similar in the way he'd done so with the nameless beauty he'd met not long ago, astaroth began to brush his nose long her thigh, drinking in the bewitching scent to drown out the senses.

his time with ibis had been driven out of lust, while his time with tzila was born out of loneliness. would there be next? he didn't know, what he did know was that this was what he wanted in the moment, this is what he needed. to touch, to feel, to be accepted. there was no passionate desire or budding attraction on his end, just a void that desperately needed to be filled. and so after a minute or two of silence held between them, he stopped and turned to glance at the inky female, silently asking permission to continue.