"the vulture feeds while it can, until there's no trace of man."

He knows the woman does this on purpose now, a lady fully in command of or body and comfortable in her own skin. It is the most arousing thing a man could see, regardless of the beauty held by the woman. The vulture is lucky, however, that this slick-skinned, grey vision of a woman does, in fact, hold enough elegance for the both of them.

He had seen the women of the pleasure houses. Their moves were practiced, and their eyes knew the effect they had on men. This woman, however… Her moves were raw, naked in their authenticity. Though her eyes, those mesmerizing emerald pools tell a man that she knows the ways of her body. She can feel the effect the dripping water has on the man nearly gaping before as much as she feels the rivulet caress her skin. Oh, to be those droplets…

He finds his thick column of legs carrying his massive body towards her tall, but slender one; drawn in by the slowly seductive sway of her hips and wet flesh. His own slow, but confident strides do not mask any of his intentions; just as he is sure his bright eyes now blaze with arousal. Ears sweep forward to hear her voice, finding it gentler than he expected. His mind had crafted a husky purr for the siren—but her soft voice was more fitting, and (surprisingly) more alluring.

“That depends,” his husky murmur rumbles from his throat in answer to her question as his thickly crested neck reaches out, “Would touching require more payment?” His starkly black lips against his pale muzzle reach out to try and brush aside the wet forelock that sticks on her forehead and partly over her eyes. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten into such close quarters with the woman, so focused was he on her voice and the now raging heat between in thighs and in his veins. But he was glad had.

Water swirled in eddies around his stifles (the water would be a cool relief for their endeavors—provided he didn’t run this mare off, as well), caressing his skin as she purred a gentle tease to him. “You can give more than that?” a grin crossed his muzzle as his head gestured towards the deeper water, where she had let it run so easily across her curves, “I’m not sure I believe you,” his now gruff voice was laced with intention, desire, and a dare.

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