The foyer of the Rosethorn Hotel is deserted. A crisp white letter addressed to "Mm. Iron" sits on the front desk. There are no other signs of life.
Hannah groans and digs her fingernails into Iron's shoulder and closes her eyes.
She basks, sighing warmly as her other hand reaches up to pet her head as she slips out of her snatch, gliding her slick hand along her cute crotch, a little awed by the aftershocks.
She kisses back, sighing hotly into her mouth.
"And you are a nice... expected-quantity?"
She ducks her head a little, her face resuming a more neutral to bashful posture.
"It's just hard to say what even makes sense as 'suprising' here but..."
"Yes."
She smiles, despite herself.
"You were excellent."
"Hey, I haven't even returned the favor yet! Though if you'd prefer for me not to that's fine, I guess?"
She pants out, her spine shuddering as it curls and her cock rises.
"...It seemed a little presumptous to ask but Yes...~"
Hannah takes Iron in hand and starts stroking softly, taking her time.
"How would you like it? I'm of a mind to get on top and ride you, but whatever you say goes."
She hums.
"Is it really to wise to use your cunt again after overstimming there like that...?"
"No, but who says I'm a wise person?"
She laughs. "An aftercare potion will probably cover it, anyway."
"Alright."
She snaps her finger, and summons...
Two, becuase why not.
She plucks the vial out of the blossom, and presses it up against her lips, brushing them aside as the fluid slips into her mouth.
Hannah swallows obediently, and snuggles in against Iron with a sigh.