Drenched and utterly coated in seed, Shay lay panting. Her eyes were hazed with the afterglow of peaked pleasure and delighted exhaustion. Shay's mind was free from thought and steeped in feeling--the warmth of cum on her flesh and in her mouth; the unfelt soreness that would be her ass and sex was still the satisfied itch of having been taken; the lingering sparks of whatever magic Roland had used to make her body accommodate his girth. Looking up at the captain, a fucked-silly smile played at her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him see the cum he had deposited into her mouth. Just like with Yewbough, she closed her mouth and gave a visible gulp. Opening her mouth again, Shay revealed it to be clean--the only thing about her that wasn't soaked in seed.<br/><br/>"Words. No words would. Justly capture what I'm feeling," Shay said. Her hands lazily roamed her body, gathering swaths of cum and just as lazily bringing it to her lips. Eyeing the softening cock, Shay knew she wouldn't be against another round if the captain had it in him. "I hope you are the same? Was I to your liking?" The only hitch was the name Roland had used--the name she had given him that was not her own, but really Shay had no on to blame but herself for that. Maybe if they met again under different circumstances Shay would properly introduce herself. She owed Roland that much.<br/><br/>"Even as you pounded me like a beast, you still treated me like a princess," Shay sat up, still cleaning herself, even going so far as to lick herself like a cat. "Many a highborne man-whelp could stand to learn gentleman manners from you~ Was that magic you used to make that beast fit inside me?"