July 21, 2020, 07:01 PM
Well. He was pretty damn proud of himself. He was sore in all the best places, completely filled and satisfied. Now, he had two options as he sauntered back into the territory, shit eating grin affixed to his mangled muzzle.
He could own it, claiming espionage. After all, who else would the leader of the saints tell their secrets to other than his lover?
Somehow he didn't think Orlaith would fall for that, especially when he had a look on his face like a schoolboy after his first kiss.
Ok. Plan B then.
Quickly, making sure not to rouse any suspicion, he padded to the nearest water source, practically flopping into the water. A good bath, and then a roll in the mint bed- problem solved.
He could own it, claiming espionage. After all, who else would the leader of the saints tell their secrets to other than his lover?
Somehow he didn't think Orlaith would fall for that, especially when he had a look on his face like a schoolboy after his first kiss.
Ok. Plan B then.
Quickly, making sure not to rouse any suspicion, he padded to the nearest water source, practically flopping into the water. A good bath, and then a roll in the mint bed- problem solved.
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