"I did it!" Altair yelped, throwing his arms into the air. Despite the burning vessels of his meridians, he could not help the childlike smile from playing at his lips. He was as happy as a pig in shit, or whatever the hell they enjoyed. He certainly did feel like a pig slopping about in its waste.
There had been so much fluid pouring out of Ashara that it was near impossible to find a comfortable spot that wasn't wet. Of course, he was quite proud of such things, not able to keep the smile off his lips.
Between the one ass cheek still red from where he'd spanked her like a riding prop or her neck, he'd practically drained of blood; he wasn't sure which he enjoyed more. Though he could not say, the Vale King would not approve. He had left him with a body that could barely move. Well, that wasn't his problem.
