Swiftcurrent Creek and you thought one day you'd be happy

the whip of her tail sent lestan into a veritable and internal tailspin which surely showed on his face. jakoul did not enchant him in the same way as reverie, but her scent bewitched the back of his brain and his traitorous body was responsive.
lestan fought for composure and followed a couple of steps, not right at her heels but at a small distance and an angle, keeping away from her haunches even as his lusty flesh cried out to pull her closer to him. "have you met everyone yet, jakoul? i haven't. but the new man, kigipigak. i know him." mumbling. chunnering. anything to keep his head from being sapped.