The smell was what hit her first. It wasn't the first time she'd smelled sex; she did have two older brothers and parents who were still very much attracted to each other. It was the first time she'd actively been in the presence of so much of it. While staying with the tribes in Namibia and a few in the Amazon, sex hadn't been something hidden from children. It was done with perhaps a little privacy attempted, but for the most part, everyone knew what was happening.
Especially the shifters. The scents, the smells, they were things that you couldn't out and out ignore, but one tried to politely not mention it, just as most people didn't pay too much attention when someone went around nude. It was what it was.
This, however, was... pure debauchery. All she could smell was sex and alcohol, all she could hear were some very obscene sounds mixed in with cries and pleadings for more.
Until she heard something familiar. A voice. One person's face swam into her thoughts when she heard it and she found herself blushing, back turned to the writhing pile on the floor as she realized who was in the center of it. Jesus.
Hurriedly, she moved to a door to open it, to leave and let him have his dream to himself since she recognized (thanks to Ned) what was happening. The door wouldn't open. It didn't even move like a locked door would, feeling more like it was molded into the scenery. Shit. She kicked at it, pulled at it, cursed a blue streak at it, but it wouldn't open.
She was trapped in Balthazar's sex dream and she felt so horribly embarrassed. She actually yipped and jumped when one of the bodies nearby reached out a hand to slide up her thigh, acting like she'd been scalded. "No touchy, buddy."
Heat
Especially the shifters. The scents, the smells, they were things that you couldn't out and out ignore, but one tried to politely not mention it, just as most people didn't pay too much attention when someone went around nude. It was what it was.
This, however, was... pure debauchery. All she could smell was sex and alcohol, all she could hear were some very obscene sounds mixed in with cries and pleadings for more.
Until she heard something familiar. A voice. One person's face swam into her thoughts when she heard it and she found herself blushing, back turned to the writhing pile on the floor as she realized who was in the center of it. Jesus.
Hurriedly, she moved to a door to open it, to leave and let him have his dream to himself since she recognized (thanks to Ned) what was happening. The door wouldn't open. It didn't even move like a locked door would, feeling more like it was molded into the scenery. Shit. She kicked at it, pulled at it, cursed a blue streak at it, but it wouldn't open.
She was trapped in Balthazar's sex dream and she felt so horribly embarrassed. She actually yipped and jumped when one of the bodies nearby reached out a hand to slide up her thigh, acting like she'd been scalded. "No touchy, buddy."