Gril stared at the woman lying across from him. She fascinated and perplexed him. He ran a hand over his face, wincing when he was reminded of his injuries.
His gaze moved over her. She was curled up with her tail over her legs. Goddess, but she had felt good lying on top of him. For that matter, she had felt good under him as well. His tail molded perfectly with hers, and the way her face changed colors….
He smothered his moan and cupped his groin. From the stiffness of his c**k, he could say with confidence that he had suffered no permanent injuries from his earlier encounter with Madas. Shaking his head at his thoughts, he lay back and stared up at the stars.
When she asked what would happen next, he had lied. He knew exactly what would happen—he was taking her with him back to Tearr
