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Her gaze follows you as you sit down next to her and take a deep breath in before slowly letting it out in a long sigh. A paused moment passes before you turn to meet her purple eyes. Without saying a word, you open your arm slightly, and Mila leans over, resting her head on your shoulder as you relax your arm over hers.

The two of you sit there in silence, looking into the dark nothingness of the cellar. You’d squeeze her tightly every now and then and give her a slight rub on her shoulders on occasion.

Her soft, slender fingers have found their way to intertwine with yours. Ever so slightly pulling your hand down towards her every so often, till it is as it is now, rests upon her left breast.

Mila’s arm slowly wraps around your waist from behind, and her hand rests on your waist and your upper inner thigh. You look down into her eyes. She looks up into yours. You smile. She smiles. The smooth, soft skin of her hands now touches the skin of your thighs. Her fingers, slow and lingering, slid further in.

She looks up at you at her unexpected restraint.

“Vrax-Kael.” You let out in a guttural whisper.

Taken aback to hear her native tongue from your lips, her brows furrow as she takes a second to process your words. “I am,” Mila admits. “Is that an issue? And how’d you tell I am cross-flesh?” She continued to question.

“I didn’t,” you answered with a growing smile. You slid your hand that was resting on her chest between the fabric of her shirt so that you could feel the soft flesh of her breast in the palm of your hand as you gave it a squeeze. Before her soft moan fades, you pull her hand that you had halted moments ago, towards your now hardening answer to your confusion.

Her slender fingers wrap tightly around you before squeezing your flesh in the palm of her hand. She gasps.