Those same tits were now flattened against his back. “It will do as a serviceable field repair” she conceded, trying not to be too critical. He instead asked “what should I learn next?”
They kept things professional after that. He preferred using the Common language over the Feir’Dal language of his race. Her unique areolas were smooth and yielding as his fingers brushed across them. She did not know how ‘loving’ was supposed to end. She could assure Arleena that hers were the type Papa liked to play with. Zanhass’s unwise liberty with Kivan’s helmet was never intended to imply permission to penetrate her, but Kivan did not realize that. “Pa never let me get close to boys…or touch them” she whispered, as if to herself. “Baby, you’re so wet this morning!” the male told his High Elf lover on the other side of the wall. You might have been gutted before I realized it was just you!” Kivan pulled his male hardness out himself and proudly showed it to Zanhass.
