[It was pleasant enough to just feel her responses, the tense heat against his fingers, the way her body quivered over his. So there's a moment of near-regret when she sits back, and he slips his fingers free of her. Granted, his own body seemed to take being stroked over as a fair distraction, tensing up anew, especially with the promise of more ahead of it.
Emet-Selch still gives a small sigh, gesturing vaguely up at Irhya with his wet hand.]
Go ahead. This is, after all, more for your sake, yes?
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Emet-Selch still gives a small sigh, gesturing vaguely up at Irhya with his wet hand.]
Go ahead. This is, after all, more for your sake, yes?