Nüwa felt like an exotic fruit appreciated by the look of the man... of her man. She was a snack about to be tasted by a master taster, an expert in the culinary arts and exotic flavors. Kurai hadn't told her much of his past, but she knew from years of knowledge watching his non-biological children that he had experience. She sighed, resting her calves on his shoulders, shuddering from the kisses as her own fingers gently pushed her lips, opening them for him, letting the juice of her fruit drip. —Very dirty... —She looked into his eyes, there was darkness in hers. —But I want to be dirtier.