Eshalu's peak rolled over her like a ripple of waves. She gloried in Aeryn's fingers jammed deep inside her, and felt the walls of her sex pulse and contract around the delicious intrusion. Burying her sighs in Aeryn's lips, she rocked her body, hips matching the pace of her lover's thrusting fingers. The headboard rocked with the force of Eshalu's tugging, the fabric of the bonds drawn tight, her nails digging into the palms of each hand.<br/><br/>She rode out her climax, milking every ecstatic moment, carefully imprinting the sight of Aeryn's fiercely intelligent eyes gazing into hers, damp coppery skin, the scent of linen and wood and sex. It would be a treasured memory. One to draw upon to tell her lodge-sisters of her exploits on walkabout.<br/><br/>Then the peace of subsidence. The need to sink into Aeryn and become one with her. She never wanted Aeryn to withdraw her hand, or interrupt her kiss. It was a cocoon of warmth and heat and latent desire, ready to be reawakened at any moment.<br/><br/>"I will tell stories of our couplings on long winter nights in the Lodge of Rangers - not many of my sister-wardens have given themselves to a human and this is a take that deserves telling."<br/><br/>Eshalu smiled and lay with her thighs parted, leaving herself open and exposed to Aeryn's touch. "But come, I am your this night, tell me your pleasure and I will show you my art," she tugged again at her bonds, "bound or not, that is your choice. Then, another day, I will see to it that our positions are reversed."