"Haaaa...."
Fay's long, exhausted but most importantly, satisfied sigh left her mouth and tickled the hair on my chest.
"That was... amazing..."
Her words, just like her breath, only served to further irritate my skin, bringing more fuel to the fires of my barely sated lust.
But the weight of her sweaty, warm body was so comfortable, so soothing...
Hidden from the outside world within a small tent located at the very edge of the camp from where Madam conducted her guerrilla warfare, I finally managed to soothe Fay's cravings.
And according to her own words, I did a job well done.
Still, even though there were some embers of excitement left in my loins, I simply couldn't get enough of the comfy feeling of just snuggling up with Fay, with my post-nut clarity only making me more sensitive for this kind of after-care.
Fay's breathing stabilized a bit. And as the last waves of pleasure from our fulfillment subsided, she inched her chin up, raising her head on my chest to look up to my face.
She didn't say a word, simply raising her eyes and, as her sight fell on my expression, having her eyelids move halfway down her eyes.
Neither of us spoke a word.
Fay moved her hands to support her chin as she continued to stare at my face with unending interest. My hands moved on their own, one to rub the top of Fay's head while the other slowly caressed her back.
Her springy skin seemingly resisted my touch, pressing back up whenever I happened to tense my fingers up a bit. Her soft flesh compressed under my thoughts, welcoming me with a warmth that transcended merely physical heat. Her hair grew softer, more pleasant to touch than anything else in the world.
And her eyes...
With our stares locking, we simply continued to gaze into each other, desperate to reach the same heights of union that we could relish in just by unlocking the full potential of our bond...
And yet, even though I was quite sure from the look in Fay's eyes that we shared the same craving... Neither of us made any move to release our bond.
The thought that after all the politicians of the old constantly pushing their own agenda on others in their bid to prove their culture and beliefs to be supreme... the first thing I've actively exported over to another world was violence.
Not a culture, not a philosophical thought, not even a governance or social system.
Violence.
The one achievement of modern humanity that toppled all others.
And it was all for the sake of using that violence to carve out a small piece of this world for myself, where we could live with Fay without any hint of it.
'One hell of a hypocrite, aren't I?' I smirked, amused by the thought.
"Heeey!"
A distant shout easily cut through all the air and then the tent's cloth walls reached our ears.
"You guys done?"
This voice felt both familiar and unnatural at the same time. And it took me a considerable while to figure out it was Loraz shouting... But because it was the very first time for me to hear him shout so loud, I simply didn't recognize his suddenly much raspier voice.
"Yes and no," I called back, reluctant to even think about doing anything that would force me to stop cuddling with Fay.
"Are you ready to come out?"
Most likely worried about disturbing us, Loraz continued to shout from a considerable distance.
"We are done screwing," Fay rose up from my chest and shouted over while dangling her full breasts right in front of my face. "But we are not ready to leave yet. What do you want?!"
Even after I've decided to somewhat mend our relationship with Loraz... Fay wasn't sold on the idea at all. And in all honesty, I couldn't blame her nor had I any desire to pressure her into changing her mind. So, when I heard the obvious hints of annoyance in Fay's voice, I wasn't surprised in the slightest.
She couldn't be happy having her hated father disturb our quality time!
"Madam needs to talk to you two," Loraz shouted over, and after a short pause, he added, "and she told she needs you two to hurry it up!"