Faeryma's gaze instantly went to Merric's swollen member and for a moment she wanted to force herself down on him and ride him until he gave up his seed into her belly, but then she realized that he wouldn't be able to provide her with the most important thing of all, his cum. No, she needed someone or something virile, a stud, one to breed her and make her their bitch, and Merric just wouldn't be able to provide that. With the last ounce of her restraint she took off her dress without tearing it; it would be a shame to waste it after all. Looking back at the sleeping man one last time she took off naked into the forest. She just needed to have the itch in her cunt scratched, after all, and then she would be back before he woke up, or so she told herself. For once her cock wasn't dripping precum, while her pussy juices were soaking her thighs as she ran.