Magic
{Armia}
Armia sat at the garden, still lingering in Javir's house. Her golden scales caught the afternoon sunlight as she stretched her legs out in front of her, eyes fixed on the sky above.
The darian girl shifted, wincing slightly. Her ass still ached from Isabella's thorough plowing earlier.
She was both aroused and embarrassed just thinking about it.
[Fuck, that little... she really did a number on me,] Armia thought, her hand unconsciously rubbing her lower back. [Her dick isn't even that long. What the fuck?]
Armia scoffed. It was strange. The grief for her brother still sat heavy in her chest, a dull, constant ache. But Isabella's unexpected visit had... not erased it, exactly, but pushed it to the background for a while.
Not just Isabella's, but Melisa's as well.
[I guess it's hard to think about reality when you have a nim's tongue on your cock or a kitsune's dick in your ass.]
Armia snorted at the thought.