#tyrrinan

Teristha’s eyes fluttered open, waking up from what she thought was a deep sleep as her eyes darted around the darkened room. A few moments would past before she finally felt something around her chest, a muscular arm covered in dusky grey fur barely visible in the darkness, though Teristha’s keen eyes were able to make it out. She’d smile as she twisted her head slightly to face the one holding her, Tyrrinan. The woman had almost forgotten that they had rented the room at the inn so that the two of them could spend the night together in solitude. As the worgen woman would stretch her leg ever so slightly, she would feel the fabric rub against her exposed fur. Her thoughts drifted as her eyes examined her surroundings. Only a few days ago something like this would never have happened; herself being seduced by mere physical attraction, for even now she tried to deny that truth. There had to be some draw, as she wouldn’t have been with him so many times in such a short time. Each time she exposed herself a bit more until she lay within his arms.

The woman sighed inwardly. This shouldn’t be happening, she should be seeking something fuller… something to reduce her dependence on her son and daughter-in-law for help, something to help fill the void in her heart, something more the skin deep. Tyrrinan was nice, respectful of her wishes and desires while simultaneously maintaining a will and power of his own. The two of them having accidently forged a mental link meant that there was little that Tyrrinan could hide from her. This fact would have annoyed Teristha in the past, her companions thoughts were more often filled with lust than anything else… at least around her, and yet for some reason this drew her ever closer to him. In all honesty, she thought, this shouldn’t be continuing. They had their fun and now it was time to move on and yet every time she thought this was the case she would be drawn to him.

Teristha shifted slightly, as she attempted to slip away from Tyrrinan while he slept. Her eyes would flare open as she felt Tyrrinan’s arm move across her breast, and a thought flashed through her mind. What if he awoke? It would be rude if she had left in the middle of the night without leaving a note saying she left, which she did not possess the materials to write. The woman would shrug slightly as she nestled herself back against his chest, smiling as she tried to drift off to sleep again. Her mind drifting to a strange thought: