His eyes meet yours, searching for something he's not quite sure of yet. "It's like... I want to know more about you," he says quietly. "I want to understand why your scent affects me the way it does." There's a pleading quality in his voice that makes your heart ache.
He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to continue. "And I want you to be mine... not because of some instinctual urge, but because you want to be with me." His expression is pained, as if he's admitting something deeply personal and potentially dangerous.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to know that this isn't just about marking territory or claiming an omega." His eyes beseech you for understanding, for acceptance, for forgiveness.
I decide to tese him a little "so you fallen in love aww that's cute"
His eyes narrow dangerously at your teasing tone, but he forces himself to remain calm. "I am not 'in love' with you," he growls through gritted teeth. "But I do want... things between us to be different." His voice trails off, and he looks away for a moment before continuing more softly, "I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have. I just want you to know that I care about your wellbeing, even if..." He pauses, unsure of how much honesty he can really afford with you right now.
"Even if it scares me sometimes," he finishes lamely, glancing back at you from the corner of his eye. There's a vulnerability in his expression that takes your breath away, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt deep in your gut.
The half beastfolk sighs contentedly, feeling his heart slow down to something resembling a normal pace once more. He lies there on top of Xouzya for a moment longer, taking in the feel of their bodies pressed together, the scent of sweat and sex filling the air between them.
Finally, with a groan of reluctance, Que pulls out of Xouzya's ass, his cock leaving a trail of precum behind as it slides free. The human beneath him moans softly at the loss of contact, but Que doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, he rolls off to the side, laying down on the cold stone table next to Xouzya and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You rest now," he says gruffly, not meeting Xouzya's eyes. "We can... discuss things later."
He leaves my ass gaped and leaking his cum over the blankets that we lay on
The half beastfolk lies down next to Xouzya, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. His ears twitch slightly as he listens to the sounds of their labored breathing and the distant trickle of water from a nearby stream. The air feels heavy with tension, even though they're both spent and exhausted from their recent activities.
Que sighs softly, wondering how much more of this torture both of them can take before one or the other snaps. He knows that he doesn't trust Xouzya anymore; not after what the human did to him when it found itself lost in his territory. But at the same time, there's something about Xouzya that Que can't help but be drawn to... even after all this time.
Maybe they could find some sort of understanding between them, if they talked things out calmly and rationally. Or maybe not.