<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Dorm B5<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>Even after the fires died out and the kiss ended Isoke lay on his back breathing heavily while he felt absolutely weightless.  A weak smile tugged at his lips with her simply reply that punctuated their… What was it exactly they did?  The fact she didn’t just leave the moment he finished giving her his seed made it clear that it wasn’t about sustenance.  Something told him that it also wasn’t simply fucking either.  Was Anya looking for something more?  Had she already decided he could be that something more?  Either way that one word response was more than Isoke could say without it coming out as a incoherent strand of syllables at that moment.  She had rocked his world like few others ever had and he was still feeling the aftershocks of it.<br/><br/>He had managed to get out a languid chuckle by the time she complimented him.  “I’m the amazing one?  You’re the one who set us both alight and hadn’t so much as singed a hair on my body.”  Isoke could still see that she was holding back something that she seemed to want to tell him but dared not to.  The sound of Anya’s protesting stomach helped to transition the moment they shared, which was probably for the best because despite the fatigue he was feeling he would certainly have proposed a round two even if it stood the chance of sending him into a coma.  He craned his head off the floor to look over his lover and to his alarm clock.  “Looks like we still have a little bit of time left.  I would be more than glad to come with you… again.”  Yes, it was a cheesy joke, but still entirely relevant.  “Though you still have yet to answer my first question.”<br/><br/>A sighing moan marked the moment he felt himself finally slide free of the heat of Anya’s soaked pussy, sending another flash of pleasure through him.  The air around them smelled of singed carpet, but among that was the sweet smell of their mating that he found quite pleasant.  “Let me throw on some clothing.  As long as you promise to do your best to keep from burning them to a cinder like my last pair, I’ll lend you some of my clothing if you prefer.”  Even as he spoke of leaving the privacy of his room, he felt no particular rush to get Anya off from atop him and wouldn’t mind in the least if she decided to linger for another minute or hour or day.  Whichever she preferred really.