He had climaxed, but it seemed Garraus wasn't done with her just yet. Instead, he shifted to pull her onto her side and lay against her, one arm draped across her to keep her down, engorged cock still buried within her. The soft fur of his chest brushed her back with each breath he took, and she pressed into him in spite of herself, seeking what comfort she could. His thrusts had ceased for the moment, but she'd have little chance to rest--he continued to drive his tail in and out of her ass, dragging more muffled cries from her. He'd feel her come several more times before he was finally able to pull out, leaving the woman breathless and exhausted, a warm mess of seed and juices leaking from between her legs.<br/><br/>He left briefly, and in the other room she soon heard his shower running. She remained where she was for the moment, too worn out to get up. The effects of the venom were beginning to wear off, and she could feel her rushing heartbeat slowly returning to a normal tempo. The wave of mind-numbing arousal was beginning to recede as well, and she sighed, turning her head to send a baleful glance towards the occupied bathroom where Garraus was cleaning himself off. To think that he could give a damn about anyone but himself was laughable (at least to her) and so the fact that she almost always came away from their little rendezvous in a state of exhausted satisfaction was equal parts unsettling and frustrating. She didn't<i>want</i>to like it, or him. She wanted to<i>hate</i>him for treating her like he owned her, for the way nights like this made her feel like a whore. Like a lost, homeless, worthless<i>human--</i>one vagrant member of a scattered race that seemed doomed to slow extinction.<br/><br/>With a groan, she rolled over onto her belly and let her eyes close for a bit, taking a few precious moments to rest until she was awakened from her drowsing by Garraus's hand squeezing her rear. At his hissing laughter, she rolled back onto her side to face him, head resting in one hand as she looked up at him.<b>"Then you'd best enjoy it while you can, fleabag," </b>she mused, her tone one of quiet, challenging contempt.<b>"Because the moment I've got enough credits saved up, I'm hopping on the first shuttle off this planet, and hopefully we'll never see hide nor hair of eachother again."</b>