Bramblepoint [m] the body

He confessed to know little, but Sialuk knew that instinct tended to guide men to where they needed to go. No sooner were the words out of his mouth was he finding his way, and Sialuk grinned. She let him go at his own pace, a gentle word of guidance here and there as needed, which were few. Unlike the heated embrace she had felt with others, though, there was something about the time she spent with the large, handsome man that felt off.

She could not put a name to what it was, exactly, and he had done nothing wrong or painful during the course of their time together, but when all was over, Sialuk felt... well, that was it. She did not feel the same as she had with her other lovers, even those who were brief encounters. The Ostrega struggled with this new emotion, uncharacteristically quiet and pensive post-coitus.