Chelsy Sun’s Intimate Internal Encounter

And now we could relax. Like she had every night since we’d left Cheyvn, she’d inhabited her proxy to hear about our progress. I gasped, seizing the reins in both hands, screaming in shock. “Do you have a hot pussy, my cute lamia?”
“Uh-huh, Master,” I sighed, my juices coating the saddle, making my seat sticky. I groaned and hissed as I clawed his back through his doublet. “You’re molten for me. My thighs squeezed about his head, wanting to crush him, wanting to hold him in place. “It heartens me to see good Prince Meinard’s soldiers keeping the road safe from banditry.”
The captain did not give an answer, eyes flicking up and down us. Farmers worked on their planting, the air smelling so fresh and wonderful, even with the sour tang of the manure fertilizing crops. “I have sharp teeth and claws.”
“Which aren’t much good against such armored foes,” Sven said.