Cheyenne could feel, literally, the moment that Talyssa found release. The inner walls clamped down around her fingers and a sharp pain that was surprisingly pleasurable radiated from her neck where the girl’s mouth was. It didn’t occur to Cheyenne then that it would leave a mark to remember Talyssa by. She caught the girl when she sagged down and let her hand slow until it finally stopped. Cheyenne was so pleased with herself that she smiled smugly and withdrew her hand from Talyssa’s underwear.
She wiped the wetness off on her own shirt and eased down to the floor with the quavering girl. Cheyenne didn’t know what to say or to do at this point, but she was becoming increasingly aware of how exposed their little corner really was and how obvious it would be if anyone happened to come into this unused part of the library. It would be just her luck.
Before she let paranoia of getting caught completely overcome her, Cheyenne tilted Talyssa’s head back and kissed her again, this time with a softness she hadn’t shown before. Then, the cerberus’ expression hardened and she clamped a grip onto Talyssa’s chin. “Tell no one about this, or I swear to the gods I’ll end you.”
With her hissed warning, Cheyenne picked herself up, defanging herself from Talyssa, and trotted away with a single backwards glance.