Moan (Enti’s “Familiar” 893)
Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place
What a crafty creature this was. A pile of black goo that seemed quite fond of her, and Enti could certainly claim a certain fondness for it, too. Especially when, while she was browsing the markets, it had found itself quite the content home between her legs.
Enti picked up an apple, taking the time appreciate its luster. Mostly because she needed to take the time to stifle a soft moan that rumbled up in her throat. She was starting to find it difficult to maintain composure. The witch closed her eyes and took a breath, finding her center.
When the apple was put down, the skin was punctured where her nails had been digging into it without realizing it. She walked away soon enough. She really shouldn’t be wandering such a public area while the creature, whatever it was that had grown so familiar to her, was hidden under her dress but it did add a certain amount of excitement.
