She shuddered underneath him as he spent himself in her. It was... such bliss. She felt like something inside of her had exploded, leaving her limp and completely satisfied in his arms. Lhurriel whimpered as his fingers danced his way up her back, and his whisper a cool breath behind her neck.<br/><br/>The thief moaned softly, distinctly hurting where his skin had inadvertently rubbed against her lower back, burning everywhere. Hot. Everything was so hot. And there was a certain satisfaction that he had come inside her, spent his pleasure in her body. It was a little late for such a reaction, but Lhurriel flushed as she shifted underneath him and then smelled their mingled arousal. Her thighs felt wet. Slick. There was little doubt about why, with him still buried inside her, and she still panting beneath him.<br/><br/>"I like being your plaything. You play very hard, Amron," she murmured.<br/><br/>