Aro and Trysh’alia laid together, naked. She held onto him, softly circling her finger around a clump of hair around his firm chest. There was a constant content smile over her puffy lips, and every so often, she would lean in and kiss the nape of his neck; deeply inhaling his sweaty musk that caused a pleasurable twitch in her ears. Aro found it cute, that even then, she wanted to be close to him. Mindless sex with whores and farmgirls and city folk was fun, but to feel the affection oozing from Trysh made him feel warm, and he wanted to hold her as much as she wanted to hold him. However, there was one thing that plagued his mind.
“So… What’s with the new body art?” He asked, nodding downward to her womb brand that spread over the area of her body a few inches above her now claimed pussy. She rose one of her black eyebrows at him and pouted her lips.