Lion Head Mesa sol [m]

Oh.

Oh

Well this was certainly a new feeling. Akhtar couldn’t find it within himself to stop staring like a poleaxed fool. He gave a nervous lick to his lips.

W-Well, I, erm… His feathery tail curled towards his ankles as he leaned back a bit. The beguiling seductress in front of him was making a great argument to his newly aroused libido, but he was still warring with the thought. That old royal wish to not copulate before marriage.

But he was no longer royal, came the devil on his shoulder.

Are you…certain? Stupid fool, she certainly looked like it. He was making a total fool of himself, wasn’t he?