The aftermath of their voyeuristic encounter settled over the lake like a humid, satisfied sigh. In the boat, Nala was utterly spent, her body a boneless, trembling weight against Cassius's chest.
Her breath came in shallow, ragged pants, and the magnificent tail that had thrashed so wildly in the throes of her climax now lay heavy and inert in the water, a sodden, scaled blanket she hadn't the energy to even twitch.
Cassius exhaled deeply, brushing her sweat-dampened bangs from her face. He smiled, but there was a note of finality in it now, like a performer knowing the show was over and it was time to close the curtain.
"Alright." He murmured, patting her tail fondly. "I think that's enough squirt wars for one day."
"I...I can't feel my legs. Or my tail. Or anything, really." Nala gave a breathy giggle, completely spent.
