Private chats, and the start of something more.

Ammina has slid into the booth a little awkwardly, his bullish back half not suited for the booth-style seats. “So, do you live alone?” she asked.

Ammina shook his head as he placed a hand back on her leg, this time sliding it higher up her thigh. “No, I have a roommate,” he pointed across the bar, “who will not likely be home tonight.”

She looked in the direction he pointed to see a Satyr who was dancing with an orc. “Well, isn’t that convenient,” she replied. Slowly she placed a hand on his leg, feeling the short, coarse fur of his lower half. He smiled as she moved her hand up his kilt before stretching her fingers to gently grace his cock. “Wow, that feels hot,” she said as she continued further up his leg, “and long.”

He laughed, “I am not a timid creature,” he said, “you will not scare me off.”

Monica bit her lip. He was suggesting she go further. She slid a little closer and slowly wrapped a hand around his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed as she started to stroke him. She felt so naughty and dirty, she hardly knew this man, and she stroked him in public.

His cock was long and pointed at the tip, thickening towards the base. She was so distracted by the feeling that she didn’t notice the waitstaff come with their drinks. She was eternally grateful for the table blocking the view but blushed all the same.

As the waitstaff left, Ammina shifted his hand and ran his fingertips lightly against her cunt. “I want to shelter you from cold on the wet grass under the moon, my warm fluids giving you warmth,” he said.

Monica blinked, “Sorry?” she asked as she sighed at his touch.

“What I said before, that’s what it means.”

Monica nodded, “Will you sleep with me tonight? Was the first one.” She said, feeling very hot all of a sudden.

“Yes, I would be happy to. And, the other?” he prompted.

“Fuck me like a dog,” she said.

He grinned, “Oh that I would very much like to do.” One of his fingers slid between her lips and gently graced her clit, causing her to shudder.

She moaned and increased pressure on her stroking of his cock, “Then, I guess we should finish our drinks,” she said.

“Anticipation means much where I come from,” he said, “don’t you enjoy this?” She nodded her head, panting. “Then enjoy your drink and take your time. I have all night, and I want to savour every moment.”

“I’m not sure I won’t cum,” she said.

He smiled again, “I am sure you will; the only question is whether it is here or in my bed as you hold my horns and scream in pleasure as my tongue parts you.”

Monica grabbed his hand and slowly pushed it away, “You keep doing that and talking like that, and I will cum right here.”

Ammina called his roommate, who was leaving the dancefloor. The Satyr nodded and guided his partner towards their table. “What’s going on?” Monica asked.

“Xandi will watch our drinks for us,” he said, “If you want to come with me,” he looked towards the rear door of the bar, and Monica again moaned. He was suggesting that they head out back, away from prying eyes.

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