DI-DI-DING!
"Got him!"
[Five stars Eastiel Edengold!]
"Haaaaaaa…" Cecilia's body, already pushed far beyond its limits, went utterly slack. She slumped face-first into the fur, a dead weight, and immediately passed out.
Meanwhile… the three men, left in the aftermath, slowly blinked, their gazes drifting unseeingly toward the dying campfire. The post-nut clarity hit them hard.
What in the seven hells have we just done…?
"We are not speaking of this," Arkai stated, his voice the first to cut through the thick quiet. "Ever. To no one."
"Brother Arkai…" Eastiel's voice was weak and a little accusatory. "You were… the filthiest of us all just now…"
"Shut up," Arkai grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face, unable to meet anyone's eyes.
Oathran cleared his throat. "Eastiel," he said. "It's time you return to your desert. That tiger pup will have discovered her body is missing by now. His suspicion will fall on you first."
