Dragoncrest Cliffs & Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, (mtr.)

It was only the depth and draw of his thrusts that helped her lift her hips up into the inked cradle of his own; with him tonguing her throat, pressing in further and more lingering, it wasn’t long before she arced full and aching into Verx, wading right with him into those very shallows with a quivery groan of her own. More — she wanted more.

Even when he reclined, gazing at her listlessly, the glaze in her eyes hadn’t cleared up a smidgen. Perhaps a tad, but she wanted him again; now, even when she shivered on the cusp of too much stimulation too soon. Huffing in mild chagrin, Aure resumed her earlier position; propped up on elbows, looking out into the gloaming.

After a moment, filled with her own quiet pants as she recovered, a flick of her tongue along her pale jaws, ”You are thinking about it again, aren’t you?” Curving a brow at him, glancing sidelong. ”Worrying what they will grow into?” Her voice was airy, a little hoarse, unassuming, as she kept her eyes away.