"Ranzal?"

The mercenary turned at the sound of his voice as a familiar face appeared in the crowds. His customary verdant garb rustled as he hailed the sylvan towards the stall. "Oh Hey Cleo, how's it going?"

She didn't say anything to him as she gently held cupped her hands together. Her sleeves swayed in the chillish wind as she looked at him with a small, yet oddly foreboding smile. "Wait, I didn't do something wrong, did I?" he asked.

Cleo shook her head though never lost her smile. "No no, not at all - I merely wished to ask if you were enjoying yourself," she insisted.

"Oh, damn right I am. Look at all this great food!" Ranzal boasted as he gestured to the stall before them. His concerns at Cleo's expression evaporated as he got to share a little of Hinomoto's culture with his comrade and friend.

The sylvan shuffled forward and eyed the admittedly succulent looking bevy of treats spread out before them. "Indeed - I'm sure there's something to be learned from all this fine cuisine. Perhaps I could find a way to trade notes and refine my own recipes as well."

"Now THAT sounds like heaven on earth - Hinomoto grub combined with your cooking, Cleo? May as well lay me in the ground right now," he boasted.

Cleo blinked and glanced away with a bloom on her cheeks and a frown on her lips. "Oh stop it Ranzal, this isn't funny," she warned him.

The sylvan tried to shuffle away, only for Ranzal's large hand to clasp down on her shoulder and nearly bowl her over. She turned to look at him with a stern gaze, only to be met with a shockingly firm expression in kind."I'm being serious, Cleo - without your cooking, I don't think I could've been half as capable as I am now."

The two slowly walked down the festive street as the wind blew against them from the side. Ranzal's body slightly shifted beside her to mask the much smaller, lighter woman from the chill. A kindness that went unspoken but not unnoticed as she struggled to look up at him. "...Really?"

"Yep. Not just that either - you're managing to keep a tight ship around here. And all that discipline stuff? It actually, really helped. I wouldn't be able to keep going without someone like you watching my back," he declared.

The duo stopped as they reached a tree festooned in lanterns and ribbons and a bench by its roots. The crowd milled around them as the bulky mercenary and the sylvan exchanged glances. The pyroblossoms overhead cast brief flickers of colored light over their faces, but couldn't quite hide the obvious rosy hue on Cleo's cheeks.

She averted her gaze and found much interest in the trails of her full twin-tail. "I um...w-well, I'm pleased to know that, really," she admitted.

"Heh, yeah," he grunted as he sat down while she remained on her feet. The differences between them seemed to shift as Cleo ended up just over the broad man's head. Ranzal leaned back with a sigh and a wistful chuckle, much to her confusion.

"Ranzal?" she cocked her head.

He shook his thoughts clear and cracked his eye open. The sylvan settled on the bench beside him and glanced back with anticipation at his response. He shuffled over a bit to give her room before he grunted out, "Sorry, I was just remembering something. An adventure of ours. Lewis Island ring any bells?"

Cleo blinked before her eyes flew wide out. The waning bloom on her cheeks ignited anew just as a loud, thunderous boom rattled from overhead. She covered her face with her sleeves and averted her gaze. "Q-Quite a number of them, yes," she mumbled under her breath.

Ranzal chuckled at her description. Cleo tried to glower at him, but couldn't keep the curl in her lips as lascivious flashes filled her mind. Not even her kimono could hide her expression, nor the tremble in her voice. "That was...that was quite the night for us all, was it not?" she chuckled back.

Ranzal nodded with a certain look in his eye. "Yep...wouldn't mind going back to that."

Her light smile evaporated as her head snapped back to him in utter shock. "Ranzal, are you-?!"

"Just an offer. We've all been so busy with fighting the Empire and all the other shenanigans that it's been a while since we ever...well, talked," he admitted. His tone- while gruff- carried a certain wistfulness that could very well have been lost in the crowds around them. Lost to human ears, but not her sylvan ones that flicked and twitched beneath her bow.

Cleo bunched up her kimono sleeves as she squirmed on the bench beside the broad human. The same one whose chest seemed to strain against the breast of his Hinomotoan top, in fact. She bit her lip and squeezed her knees as her words passed in nary a whisper. "I um...well I-I don't suppose I'd be opposed to that."

Ranzal blinked and turned to face her. Cleo said nothing as she avoided his gaze. He didn't ask her to repeat herself as her words rang like bells in his ear. "Alright, what time?" he grunted.

The sylvan bit her lip and squirmed in her kimono. "I...Now should be fine?"

"You sure you don't wanna walk around more?" he offered as he rose to his feet. Cleo said nothing as the mercenary grunted and stretched. His attire framed the man's well-kept body as the sylvan shamelessly followed every stretch.

"I...believe I've spent enough time enjoying the sights, yes," she nodded before she rose to her feet as well. Cleo shook her full hair tails behind her back before she turned to the man and smiled through her ignited cheeks. "Shall we return to the Halidom then?" she offered.

Ranzal nodded before they made their way back down the street again. The wind had settled to a more calm zephyr that lightly blew her hair and sleeves aside. He shifted slightly in front of her to encourage the crowds to break around them. Cleo kept her pace with quick steps to his smooth, even stride as the Halidom loomed closer and closer.

They passed friends and strangers alike- people that hailed them and were hailed back. Ranzal's boisterous laughter echoed in her concealed ears as Cleo shrunk into her kimono until only a small, wavy smile remained. She'd gotten accustomed to 'cutting loose' and having fun, but there was still some trepidation that haunted her. Yet her current plight wasn't based on any anxieties or pressures of company.

If anything she had to restrain herself from not quickening her pace ahead of him.

The two slipped out of the festival and through a side entrance to the Halidom. The soft babble of fountains clashed against the revelry as they crossed the courtyard and entered the keep proper. Cleo sighed in relief as the stifles of the crowd finally left her in peace.

Ranzal paused as the door swung shut behind them. The bustle outside was muffled by the thick wooden barriers while the steady booms of the pyroblossoms rattled overhead. There was no one else in this smaller passage that would loop right past the main hall and lead towards the quarters.

Perfect.

Cleo slowed as she passed him. She turned back to inquire why he stopped but was quickly swept up in his arms. The sylvan blinked and gaped as she was carried through the inner halls of the castle she'd called home for centuries now. "Eep!"

Her hands swiftly wrapped around his neck for support. The sleeves of her kimono slid back as her bare, pale arms clashed against his toned skin. Her feet shifted in his grasp as she turned to him with ire in her eyes. "R-Ranzal?! What the devil are you doing!" she demanded.

"Walking," he grunted back.

Cleo gaped before she shook her stupor clear. "That's not what I mean you...y-you! Put me down this instant!"

The big man chuckled as he nudged another doorway open and started up the stairs. Her long sleeves trailed down in front of him as he took even, measured steps without a single slight. Her weight didn't even faze him as he carried her with the same ease as his trusty axe or sword. "Come on, you gotta have a little fun with it, Cleo," he insisted.

The sylvan wasn't amused at the notion at all. If anything she looked rather terrified as she glanced around like a skittish hare. "But what if someone sees us?!" she insisted.

"I'll just say you've gone and sprained your ankle, or gotten a cramp. Wouldn't be the first time, right?" he suggested.

"I...I...you oafish...hmph! J-Just take us wherever we're going," she grit her teeth in utter defeat. He shook his head and proceeded on with a hearty chuckle and a pouting bunny.

Thankfully, no one sought to accost them. They suffered no delays or distractions as they reached Ranzal's chambers. She expected him to set her down to unlock his room, but instead, he simply nudged the door open. Y-You don't lock your door?" she gawked.

"I forgot the key today," he shrugged as he walked over the threshold with the sylvan still in his arms. Cleo winced, both at his blunder, his lack of concern, and inevitably at the first sight of the inevitable pigsty. Reluctantly she cracked an eye open and beheld the disaster.

"...You've cleaned in here," she gawked at the shockingly well-kept lodging. Clothes off the floor, weapons neatly on the wall racks, and even the usual plates of pilfered meals were absent. The candles showed a shockingly composed and attended-to dormitory, much to the Halidom den mother's shock.

"Hey, New Year, New Ranzal right?" He defended himself.

Cleo scoffed at his assertion. "I believe you said that last year as well, or when you first became the Halidom's com-mmumph?!"

Her protests were cut short as Ranzal pushed her lips against his. Cleo's eyes bugged out as his shockingly tender tongue rolled over her mouth. She tightened her grip on his neck before her eyes slid shut as she accepted his advances and returned them in kind.

Ranzal held her tight as the two exchanged tongues. Their kiss remained slow as they dipped into each other's mouths. Her leg twitched and accidentally kicked off one of her sandals while she curled up in his big, strong arms.

The sylvan's lungs screamed for air, but she paid them no heed. It was up to Ranzal himself to save them before they both passed out. She mewled in protest and elicited a throaty chuckle from the grizzled man. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he grunted.

Cleo blinked as realization washed over her. The boom of a pyroblossom made her ears twitch as she looked down into her perpetually red cheeks. "I um...I-I won't hold it against you, this time," she huffed.

Ranzal chuckled at her flustered state. He leaned in for another kiss, only for the sylvan to push her hand into his lips. He blinked owlishly around her palm as she gestured to their attire. "Wait. We're taking these off - I'll not have you ruin these lovely gifts with your roughhousing," she scoffed.

He grumbled but set her down. Satisfied, Cleo walked out of her geta and stood on her tabi-clad feet. She reached for her obi and began to strip her kimono off with the same careful lessons that Sazanka had offered two whole years ago. She shifted the obi around and untied the intricate bow until it came undone in her hands. The sylvan took time to gently fold it and set it on Ranzal's shockingly clean desk. Next came the datajime, which made her kimono slump down around her lithe frame. The inner cord came off as well as the kimono finally fell open around her and exposed her simple white nagajuban.

Cleo folded her kimono with smooth creases and careful precision. She set it down next to the other effects just as a pair of strong, bare arms wrapped around her body. "Need a hand? I've got two you know," he growled in her ear.

The sylvan bristled, both from a blissful shudder down her spine and slight indignation at his rote joke. She pushed him back with her rump before she turned and faced Ranzal with a scowl on her face. "Honestly, did you just rip it...off...your...my word."

She gawked, not at his nudity, but at the display behind her. Ranzal had removed his own clothes with just as much precision and care as she had and even folded them neatly on a nearby table.

It looked just as well kept as her arrangement, perhaps even more so.

Cleo said nothing as she marveled at the utterly impossible display. Ranzal crossed his arms with a scowl at her obvious disbelief. "Hey, any mercenary worth his salt takes care care of his clothes as much as his weapons," he grunted.

"Now enough staring - let's get you outta this," he insisted as he grabbed her in a firm-yet-careful grasp. Cleo said nothing and remained utterly complicit as Ranzal handled her attire. Off came her sash as the nagajuban unfolded around her. Her arms gently raised to let him lift and remove the garment from her body. Only the hadajuban and her tabi remained on her body. Her erect nipples stuck against the thin cloth.

Ranzal folded the garment and carefully set it down beside the rest of her attire. Cleo bit her lips and squirmed as she got a full, unfettered gaze at the mercenary-turned-commander's physique. Especially the half-mast cock that swung between his legs. She glanced down at her wrist to confirm if he was still thicker...and that was indeed the case. A small trail of ignoble drool escaped her lips as the sight burned into her memory. "O-Oh my," she gulped under her breath.

Her distraction cost her as Ranzal returned and grabbed her hadajuban. Cleo gasped as he seized the thin robe and yanked it over her head. "W-Wait! You'll ruin it," she protested as her hair stuck right up.

I'll buy you a new one," he grunted as he peeled it off her hair and tossed it aside. Her arms instantly flew to her breasts right before her hair fell down around her. The weight of her sylvan locks almost made her bowl over if not for his grip on her hips. "R-Ranza-ulmph?!"

She blinked in shock as his lips smacked against hers...or rather, she was pushed against him. Her tabi-clad feet kicked in the air as his fat tongue invaded her mouth. Her trimmed pubes stroked his hard abs as desire leaked from her loins. She felt his cock brush against her knees as her eyes rolled up in sheer bliss. "Mmmm~"

Ranzal cradled her with one thick arm around her bare waist as he pressed her against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck for more support as she tried to match his oral assault with her smaller, lithe tongue. His free hand reached up and plucked off her bow. The sylvan shuddered in his arm as her ears pointed straight up before his hand stroked them from tip to base.

Her legs went still as she embraced the sudden, pleasant action. The cock that brushed against her knees made her twitch until she gently pried her thighs apart to let it slip between. Cleo's legs closed around Ranzal's cock as she gently stimulated him just as he stimulated her.

Boom Ba-boom!

The window flashed as a pyroblossom erupted in the night sky. The sylvan and human paid no heed to the further festivities as they embraced their own sort of New Year's tradition. Her legs went still as she and Ranzal traded spit until long after their poor lungs screamed for air.

Pwah~

The two pulled apart as spit dropped between them. Her creamy breasts rubbed against his rock-hard pecs. She looked up at him with a dazed, loopy grin. The uncharacteristic sight on her face made him smirk at her serene-yet-sinful state.

Ranzal marveled at the beautiful belle in his arms. The soft, supple touch of sylvan skin caressed his coarse body as he held her. Their respective touches sent shudders and gooseflesh over their partner's skin. Cleo bit her lip and squirmed in his grip as she struggled to keep from latching back on his lips. She almost mewled in disappointment when he started to lower her down...

...Only to rapidly push her up over his head. Cleo's head spun as she gaped at her new surroundings. Her hair and ears brushed against the rafters just as her thighs slid down the human's broad shoulders. "R-Ranzal?!"

"Sorry Cleo - guess I'm still a little peckish," he grumbled between her legs. His nose gently brushed against her patch as he smacked his lips in anticipation.

Cleo shuddered at the implications and the hot breath against her puffy lips. She ignored the ignoble drool that leaked out of her lips as she growled out, "Y-You aren't don't you da-aaaaaree!"

Her nails flew up and scraped against the rafters when Ranzal's tongue lashed against her loins. He reached up and cupped her thighs to keep them propped open and steady as he lavished her pussy with rough licks. Cleo's legs locked around his head and kept herself in place while she rode his face for dear life. "Y-You bruuuuuute~" she panted.

Ranzal's deep, throaty chuckle echoed up from between her thighs while he toyed with her tight sylvan body. His fingers squeezed her legs as she shivered in his grasp. Her hair brushed against the roof and made her ears bristle when the sound rattled into her skull.

The brash man paid no heed to her plight while he busied himself with her sweet, succulent sylvan juices. The delightful taste danced on his tongue just as much as anything else she rustled up in her kitchen. The knowledge that his usual gluttony could also bring her much-needed pleasure made him even more ravenous in his cunning linguistics.

Cleo's eyes rolled up as the oafish tongue pierced her folds and lashed around with wild abandon within her velvet walls. Her hands shifted from the roof to his head as she spasmed and wheezed atop Ranzal. His lascivious slurps filled the room around them. she was helpless as his tongue effortlessly pushed her up to, against, and right beyond the line of no return.

"Ah-HAAAH!"

BOOOM!

The room shuddered from both the massive pyroblossom and the explosive orgasm that rattled Cleo to the core. Ranzal winced as her nails dug into his scalp while her sweet juices splashed over his face. He lapped up as much as he could manage while Cleo bucked and ground her crotch against his head. 'Yep - just like Lewis Island,' he chuckled to himself.

He let her squirm and buckle against his face while he happily slurped down her sweet, sweet nectar. Ranzal's leg slowly shifted back as he carefully moved towards the bed. His clean floor made it a very easy trek until his heel brushed against the bedframe. He kept a nice hold on her body as he sat down and shifted until they were in the center of the untouched spread.

Cleo's legs finally came undone and flopped open around and over Ranzal's arms. She slid down his torso as her body shivered and spasmed in climactic bliss. The steady heartbeat in his chest made her ears twitch while she outright drooled on his well-built, muscular body.

Ranzal cradled the sylvan as he rolled them over in his bed. His body pushed off hers right before he would've crushed her against the sheets. She ended up on her back with her hands and legs limp on the bed. Her eyes remained thoroughly crossed as her prior orgasm left her a gibbering mess.

The mercenary-turned-commander looked down at her and mulled his options. He could wait till she settled down herself, however long that would take. Or he could give her a little jolt to keep their night going. A little nudge in the right direction, one that he knew she'd appreciate.

He knew just the poker to prod her with.

"A-aaaah~ ha-hah?"

Cleo blinked and shook through her delightful numbness as she felt something brush between her legs. She wracked her scrambled mushy brain for what it could be. It took a good poke from a familiar, thick knob before realization crashed down on her. She looked up at the bemused human that loomed over. R-Ranzal?!"

"Welcome back - have a nice trip?" he asked her as he sawed down against her crotch.

"Hmph! I'm surprised you didn't get your fill already, you glutton," she grumbled.

"I'm not the one getting stuffed up tonight," Ranzal smirked. His hips gave her a quick thrust for emphasis.

The sylvan gasped, both from his words and deeds before she glared at him again. "Y-Yo-oooooh~"

Ranzal took some form of delight in her gasps and groans. Whenever she tried to protest he'd just thrust against her and leave her a puddle on his sheets. The booms and flashes of pyroblossoms washed over them as he wore her down until she simply stopped trying to retaliate. "So, ready to go?" he finally asked.

The sylvan snapped at him with anger and lust shining in her eyes. "Yes already! S-Stop teasing me-eeeeeEEE?!"

Her protests were cut short as Ranzal pushed his way into her tight, wet pussy. The sylvan's eyes bugged out as the thick hard shaft easily stretched her walls apart. Shudders and spasms went right from her loins and down to her tabi-clad toes. "O-OOOOH!"

Easy Cleo - I'm taking it slow," he grunted to console her. Whatever boon that had was lost on him while the sylvan thrashed and spasmed beneath him. His hands wrapped around her hips while he pushed into her as carefully as he could. "Shit, been a while, huh?" he mused.

S-Stop that-haaaaat!" she mewled as she fought off the orgasm that loomed over her head. She grabbed the sheets for much-needed support as her hips struggled to match his. "I won't...y-your japes!" she sputtered out.

Ranzal got the hint and kept his trap shut. Instead, he devoted all his focus to keep her held down as he pushed his way in. eventually her creamy thighs brushed against his rugged crotch as their loins finally kissed. Rugged, virile curls brushed into her well-trimmed rosette pubes as she wheezed and writhed to cope with the sensation.

She felt so stuffed - utterly full the way no meal could hope to manage. Full the way only a certain barbeque had managed in her recent memories. "R-Ranzalllll!"

I know I know - I'm not going anywhere," he consoled her. His fingers brushed her hips for emphasis.

Cleo shook her head and sent her hair astray in her increasingly disheveled tails. "N-No - you can...s-slowly," she pleaded.

"You sure?" he looked at her with a wary eye. The sylvan glowered at him through a masque of sweat and lingering tears. Ranzal shrugged his shoulders and submitted to her desires. "Alright."

His hips pulled back as his fat cock dragged her pussylips along. Cleo hissed and gripped the bed tighter while she tried to keep her hips in place. Her toes curled and clenched in her tabi as she tried to dig in as best she could. Ranzal kept his fingers on her hips as he pulled all but the tip out of her snatch.

He shifted back in at the same pace. Her juices shone on his shaft as he dipped back into her tight honeypot. The extra layer of quim made his entry just a little bit easier even as she shuddered and mewled in supine bliss. her hips rolled up to try and meet him once again.

Their pace was slow and steady, broken by the sporadic booms of pyroblossoms outside. Cleo wasn't sure if the lights that flashed in her eyes were from the window or simply from the pure bliss that had ensnared her. The sylvan arched back and cooed out loud, "Hah...H-Haaah...R-Ranzal it feels so-"

"So what?" he asked while he slightly sped up. Her body rocked back and forth as she struggled to match his pace. His gaze was captivated by her perky tits while they bounced thanks to his cock. "Too much?"

"Warm. So-oooh w-waaarm~" she responded as she undulated her hips against him. The fat cock in her loins felt like a hot sausage fresh out of the fire. A sensation that Ranzal felt in reverse while he tried to control his pace in Cleo's private oven.

Ranzal grunted in response as he pushed back and forward. In truth, he didn't really know how to respond to that or what to even say. Lucky for him he knew better than to grill her for a better answer. Besides, the only response that mattered was her delighted moans and shivers. And those he earned in droves as she spurned him on.

Haa-aaaah~!"

Cleo's gasps and the muted booms from the sky created a most unique symphony of sin in the bedchamber. The lights that stole into the room cast lascivious shadows of Cleo and Ranzal's body as they reveled without care. Her soft whimpers weaved with his throaty grunts to create a duet of delight that echoed against the walls. Time slowly passed them by as the soft, muted slaps of skin against skin passed unseen in the festive night.

Ranzal shifted upon his knees and propped her hips up as he kept his pace on. She tried to wrap her legs around his hips but couldn't even manage to lock her ankles. Ranzal's hands shifted to her thighs as she squeezed around his back.

Cleo shuddered and groaned beneath the broad man. Her nails dug into the sheets as she slowly pulled them off the mattress. She arched back against Ranzal and made her perky breasts bounce for his pleasure.

"Oh my word, it's so good~" she breathed out. Her ears shifted and twitched as the duet of decadence assaulted her mushy brain. Somehow in her euphoria, she managed to string together another sentence - a question, directed to him. "T-Tell me Ranzal - Did you…want this? A-All this time, with me?"

Ranzal stiffened for a mere second, and not just in the place that mattered. It was enough to help Cleo shake out of her sexual stupor and direct her gaze at him with an alarming degree of lucidity. Her inquisitive stare made him flinch and mutter under his breath.

"W-Well?" she asked again while her eyes narrowed down.

Ranzal audibly gulped and tried to answer. "I uh...well ya see...ah."

Booom!

The sudden pyroblossom barely registered as Ranzal struggled to respond. He desperately tried to find the right words to respond to Cleo's question. His answer was somewhere between 'yes' and 'pin down the bunny and breed like rabbits', but he honestly wasn't sure how to describe it in a way that wouldn't make him face the faith of the elders or have an ancient ray blast him in the ass.

His fumbles and mumbles clearly didn't endear the Sylvan belle. Eventually, she grew tired of awaiting his response and decided to seize it for herself. Literally. Her hands released the sheets as she grabbed his shoulders and glared right at him with lust-soaked eyes. "F-Fine - answer this~" she demanded as she pulled him down on her again

"Oof!"

Ranzal grunted in shock as Cleo's tongue pierced his mouth. Her nipples rubbed against his chest while she pushed her arms back around his nape. Her leg dipped down and wrapped around his thigh as their hips still pumped together.

"M-Mmmph~"

Their kiss was much more ferocious and passionate than even their hips. Her lithe and slippery tongue dipped and weaved around his before she managed to slip into his mouth. Her little arms wrapped around his neck and pushed his face against hers in a rather uncharacteristic display of passion. 'Whoa, didn't expect her to be so frisky,' he mused to himself as he humored her antics.

"Mmm-wah!"

Cleo broke the kiss with a gasp. Spit flew between their parted lips as the bridges of saliva between them broke one by one. She pulled back and flopped down on the bed with drool on her lips and pure wanton lust in her eyes. Ranzal leaned in and smirked at her state as his hips rolled and rippled against her. "Heh, I kinda like you like this, Cleo," he chuckled.

Cleo's flushed face turned away as her body answered with fast, rapid bounces. He retaliated with a quick, hard thrust that brushed a particularly erogenous spot and made her ears fly straight up. Her mouth hung open in shock. She tried to process his sudden attack on her while he pounded her on and on.

Ranzal didn't hold back anymore while he plowed the fertile rosette fields with enough vigor to shake the bed. Cleo's already-wet pussy practically gushed around his shaft as he easily slid in and out of her tight snatch. Her arms dropped off his neck as she pulled up on the bedsheets again. The leg draped around his back shifted up until she pinned herself beneath his surprisingly firm, taut ass.

The show in his chambers reached a crescendo just as the display outside mounted its finale. Deep roars rattled the Halidom from the roars of pyroblossoms while Cleo's own keep was besieged by the furor of St Lotier's scion. Her hair bounced and shook off the bed as his fierce hips sent her clear over the edge and into orgasmic oblivion.

KA-BOOOOM!

"C-Cleo!"

"RANZALLLLL!"

Ranzal slammed her down until he was embedded deep in her tight, velvet walls. His fat cock left a noticeable bulge in her stomach as he unleashed all his backed-up lust into her womb. Cleo tightened her grasp on the bed sheets until they actually tore off the mattress and hung around her.

He grumbled as the last of his strength was sapped away and into her cum-stuffed warren. Too much good, filling food and a long, grueling tournament of fiends and foes alike had cost him his usual bluster and stamina. Not that the Sylvan was really in any position to lament their evening cut short when hers was already more than stuffed. She only twitched as he pulled his softened cock out of her and let his excess seed pool out between her legs.

"Hah...H-Haaaah…"

Ranzal slumped over beside her as he recovered from his orgasmic high. His arms wrapped around the quivering sylvan and brought her back into his hold. He held Cleo close to his bare, sweaty chest as her gasps filled his ears. The crescendo in the skies fizzled out as the cool night peeked back into his room.

"Heh, H-Happy New Year, Cleo," he grumbled as her fits settled into deep, rhythmic slumber. His hand reached up and gently scratched her ear as he basked in the afterglow of a New Year's celebration.