Bonegrinder

Her frame faltered and came toward his own, the strength sapped for an instant as she fell against him. But his palm cradled her close, bringing her flush to his own muscled physique and held her up firmly while she gathered her wits, able to stand on her own soon after. "Not yet... but I will..." he said. His eyes shimmered, the mask making the ethereal green glow shift hues into something that resembled teal, a soft shade, introspective almost. His vision was filled with nothing but the horned beauty before him and the massive overflowing aura that poured off of her like a bonfire, caressing and licking at his own, clashing and mingling on the spiritual plane. Her hands shifted up, gathering her hair and removed the skimpy articles of clothing, allowing him to fully appreciate the adornments to her nipples, to her hood, the soft glints of metal catching his interest immediately. Decoration was far underappreciated in his view, and she wore it well. The scars were inspected, and as she turned, he stepped up behind her. Chest pressing against her shoulders, the heavy slab of meat sandwiched between her pert and taut cheeks down below. One hand came round and pressed flat to her stomach. "Your power is unlocked. Fully... but to wield it will require another lesson, and you must let your body acclimate to the new surge. Drink, fight, breed, lay with your husband or whomever you wish. Enjoy and heal. When we next meet, I shall show you how to wield it... Warbride."