Beads of tears welled up in his eyes only to stain and soak Layna's chemise. She couldn't tell from the way he buried his face completely in her cleavage, but she could only hope the slimy cold feeling was only just tears. Her soft approach only made him hold on tighter, convinced she was merely petting him. Did he only understand manhandling? He may not understand much of anything if that phallus was exactly as she felt it was now - disproportionate for something so lanky. And it was<em>hot</em>, better than even a fireplace for a woman nearly drowned an hour back.<br/><br/>"Queens! Mothers! Sisters! ... wives!"<br/><br/>His voice cracked at the end, and his fingers clenched tight while he shuddered against her at the mere thought. Finally he looked up, his pointy chin digging into her sternum and scratching her with prickly stubble, and both tears and snot oozing from his eyes and flared nostrils. "Cock hate them!" he blubbered, an obscenity not fit for holy ears. Was it some curse, or somehow this pitiful creature's name?