Cecilia leveled a blistering glare at Arkai as she attempted to gather the shredded remnants of her dress, holding the torn fabric against her front. Such flashy proof of today's debauchery. The man, for his part, looked thoroughly chastised, his usually proud black wolf ears flattened against his skull.
"You didn't even lose yourself to a full, uncontrollable rut, and you still did this to my only decent dress in this climate…" she pouted. "If you're going to ruin my clothing, you should at least ruin my pussy to match! Make it worth the laundry!"
Arkai coughed, abashed and rough. You see, the mental blockade and… the lifelong restraint, was still partially standing, even after that. "Can I… just check on the contraception spell Elder Brother placed on you?" he asked, steering toward practicality.
"What? Suddenly worried about consequences?" Cecilia arched her brow.
