Julian's eyes narrowed, although he enjoyed pleasure and sexual things... this wasn't something he wanted to endure. He needed Sena to vent and allow him to heal their wounds.
The feeling of Sena's plump butt pressed against his face wasn't what bothered him. He didn't mind the faint scent of her sweat mixed with the hint of arousal. It was because he could sense something else...
Something darker... coming from within Sena.
'Is it...?'
Julian couldn't tell if it was his imagination or if there was actually something wrong with Sena's state of mind.
"Why aren't you licking me?" Sena's sharp voice resounded as she grabbed his hair, yanking it as her hips thrust against his face.
This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but when her fingers grasped onto him and pulled, he felt her pain, anger and frustration all at once. Their slight tremble caused a sense of pity to well up inside Julian.
'She is... crying... angry at me. This is the only way she can vent her stress.'
