[a veritable storm of embarrassment is coming up in the back of janus' head, at odds with the typically brittle and careful-- almost smug edges of their personality. they're still on top of her, mushing their cock into her, and then they realize— they realize. it takes a long time to realize. well, in reality, maybe only fifteen seconds, but for a hunter whose life and death operate at the speed of a sword stroke it's quite horrific.
the horror sinks in as their dick does too, one final last slide, and then they're left-- panting, the muscular cut of their arms tented above her. they look down and see the sheen of sweat on her nose, the dewy shape of her mouth. the way her breath rises and falls glistening in the cleft between her breasts. she didn't-- she didn't. oh.]
Y--yes.
[exertion makes their voice a touch raspy, and gut-curdling discomfort does the rest.] I'm-- yes, you could. [the tips of their ears had already flushed, but they're darkening again.] I'd bet-- [his voice deepens, sheepishly,] well. We don't have money.
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the horror sinks in as their dick does too, one final last slide, and then they're left-- panting, the muscular cut of their arms tented above her. they look down and see the sheen of sweat on her nose, the dewy shape of her mouth. the way her breath rises and falls glistening in the cleft between her breasts. she didn't-- she didn't. oh.]
Y--yes.
[exertion makes their voice a touch raspy, and gut-curdling discomfort does the rest.] I'm-- yes, you could. [the tips of their ears had already flushed, but they're darkening again.] I'd bet-- [his voice deepens, sheepishly,] well. We don't have money.