Mir watched as Emrys limped out of the room, the venous title still handing in the air between them. He was panting his body still saying from the rush of emotions and endorphin going through his system right now. He needed something to get it out. Walking over to Jenn he took the journal and sat it down, then pushed her to the floor.
"Be prepared." he said, lowering his pants. "Open your mouth." He commanded, his hand hard on her jaw. When she complied he thrust into her mouth. He was not gentle or caring in the least. He was taking what he wanted.