[He wouldn't have relented even without her grabbing his ass, though he appreciates it. Jess's desperation for him and how much he pleases her makes pride swell with pleasure. (And really, it's the least he can do for someone willing to look at his scarred face during sex - multiple times at that.)]
[Eskel fucks her into her orgasm and only releases himself after she's fallen over the threshold. He lets his head fall into her neck with a deep, shivering groan. His cock throbs against the tightness of her body, cum spilling in and mixing with her warmth. Dazed and breathing hard, the witcher clings to Jess in turn for a time.]
[When they've both calmed enough, Eskel rolls off of her and onto his side. One arm remains languidly slung over her. He briefly looks to the bandages on her leg: still in place, and he can't smell fresh blood among the sweat and pheromones. No fresh blood from his wound either. Good.]
[For the moment, there doesn't seem to be anything worth saying on his end, so he simply lays with her with a satisfied smile.]
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[Eskel fucks her into her orgasm and only releases himself after she's fallen over the threshold. He lets his head fall into her neck with a deep, shivering groan. His cock throbs against the tightness of her body, cum spilling in and mixing with her warmth. Dazed and breathing hard, the witcher clings to Jess in turn for a time.]
[When they've both calmed enough, Eskel rolls off of her and onto his side. One arm remains languidly slung over her. He briefly looks to the bandages on her leg: still in place, and he can't smell fresh blood among the sweat and pheromones. No fresh blood from his wound either. Good.]
[For the moment, there doesn't seem to be anything worth saying on his end, so he simply lays with her with a satisfied smile.]