After a long while, Cassius's breathing was finally evening out, settling into the heavy, satisfied rhythm of a man who'd just been utterly and thoroughly conquered.
He currently held Nala pressed tight against his chest, the slick heat of her body a perfect fit against his own, and the water around them was barely moving. His left hand, had slipped from her waist to settle squarely on the heavy, wet mound of her ass.
He squeezed a handful of her cheek, blatantly groping her scales and flesh. But she didn't tense, didn't flinch; she simply sighed against his collarbone, the sound deep and utterly content.
But the silence didn't last. Almost immediately, she began to stir, wiggling her hips slightly.
"But come on, Cassius!"
She started whining again, her voice muffled, tilting her head back to look at him with wide, pleading eyes. The raw lust was already bubbling back up in their depths, making her look predatory and demanding all over again.
