Ker furrowed his brows, he grumbled low and said in a surly churlish voice,<strong> "Knew you weren't a priestess."</strong><br/><br/>He sighed and continued walking, forcing Izusa to catch back up with him.  When she asked him again he said,<strong>"You marked as my fuck meat." </strong>He gestured at the wildness around them, light forest mostly, and Izusa could see for quite a ways in most directions through the sparse trees.  She supposed there were creatures out there, in the wilds, that she just couldn't see them at the moment.<strong> "Thems smell it, know, you my fuck meat.  Not try to take you as their fuck meat."</strong><br/><br/>He shrugged as he plodded along,<strong>"Wash it off, they might decide you free meat."</strong><br/><br/>It had a certain logic, and Izusa had to admit that even dried, Ker's copious spunk did have a powerful musky scent.  It was likely there were creatures that could smell it from farther off then she could see.  A small part of her felt like it was kind of hot to be so 'marked' by his cum.  Slimy, uncomfortable, disgusting, but at the same time, kind of hot.