This wasn't what he had planned....but it was /almost/ worth it as his manifested hands struggled with taking off Amyra's corset as his fingers stumbled when it came to undoing the damn clasps on the back.
He was so close to undressing her that he swore he could taste her flesh. Ever since he claimed two of the beautiful women on the ship, his libido had gone way, way up - and his desires to have them at his side constantly grew, too.
Was this normal? What an odd thing to ask one's self at such an old age, but he had never had a wife before. Hell,he had never had a woman he could stand after one night with her before. This was an odd feeling to want to keep them both close.
He swore he could feel sweat form on his forehead (but /that/ would be impossible) as his concentration turned to frustration.
