Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Fifteen
With a contented sigh, Melisa flopped back onto the bed, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As she wiped the last remnants of cum from her lips, Armia was doing her best to tuck her little dragon back under her skirt, a task made more difficult by the fact that it seemed reluctant to soften completely.
[Heh, can't say I blame it,] Melisa thought with a smirk. [I wouldn't want to go back into hiding either after an experience like that.]
But as the post-coital haze began to lift, Melisa remembered that Armia had come here for a reason beyond just some mind-blowing sexy times.
"OH, right, so," she said, propping herself up on one elbow to look at the darian, "what did you want to talk about?"
Armia paused in her efforts to wrangle her wayward appendage, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say.