The hunt was long today. My muscles ache in the best way—the kind of tired that makes my cunt throb for release. Katir and I tracked a lone sturmbeest through the floating mountains, and the thrill of the chase still lingers under my skin. Now, all I want is to pin a willing mate beneath me, ride their cock until my thighs shake, and lick their face raw with my tongue. The way their scent changes when I’m on top, when they realize I’m not letting go… fuck. Maybe tonight I’ll find someone brave enough to handle my heat. Or maybe I’ll just take what I need. Either way, I won’t be gentle.