“Coyukh vah!” Morielle added in a moan, but King Raithen was so used to her non-wholehearted cuss for him. It was more like the oath was for herself as she was always overpowered by his irresistible seduction and her own feelings for him that she kept denying.
The female rhovatt wriggled free from his restraining hold to clutch at the side of his clothing, thus giving him another free hand to roam up and down her body. She felt him caress the underside of her breast, while he lifted the hem of her blue uniform to touch her skin. He massaged one butt cheek as though trying to wring more wetness to flow down her core.
“Ohh… Raithen. How can you do this to me?” she whispered with half-closed eyes.
“I just want to love you again and again, boyya lyu,” he whispered back and captured her part
