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.