That frenzied breathing keeps stopping, being held in anticipation of what Jean can feel coming even as they touch themself with greedy abandon. If you'd asked them yesterday if this would be hot to them, they would have been confused, but now, well, now their opinion can be found in the word they keep muttering over and over: "Mine."

With a sharp gasp, the warrior finds what they've been looking for, cumming and shuddering against Ryja's body where they're straddling her. Something hot and wet coats her breasts.

"...Mine..."