Holding her close, he reveled in her physical explorations - this was better than before, although he had hoped it was a learning curve sort of thing and not... he didn't let his mind even think a negative though, focusing instead of the vixen atop him, her breasts brushing against his chest, paintbrushes of warmth and pleasure that matched the place of their joining.  It was amazing.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes as he took a breath, immediately seeing something hanging just inside the foilage-line in midair, watching them.  At first he just figured it for his mind playing tricks on him, but his mind slowly began to work together that it was holding a bow and had a small quiver over its shoulder.  His body tensed as his hand flew from her back to the dirt, as if trying to get his rapier.  His mind quickly checked down to his second defense, rolling her onto her side, quickly leaving her warmth before he croached between her and the thing, hand burning in defense.  His breath was ragged, but his other hand was on her shoulder, a sort of tactile apology for suddenly interupting such a pleasant time.  "Who the hell are you?" he called out, glancing back to Valla for just a moment, not wanting to let his eyes drop from the intruder for more than a second or two.