You approach the enchanted tent and slip easily inside the doors to the luxurious interior. A strange smell hits your nose as you enter the tent; it takes you a few moments, but then you place it, your ears pricking as you hear Arian letting out some very familiar groans of release. With a smirk, you sneak up and lean over the couch, looking right into the eyes of Arian, his fingers still glistening with femjizz and, indeed, still hovering over his pussy. For a long moment, he just stares back at you; if lizans could blush, you’re certain he’d be red as a beet. “Derek! I was- I was just.... Oh, this is embarrassing,” he mutters, looking at his feet.
You flash the flustered lizan a knowing smile, telling him not to worry; there is nothing you haven’t seen before under his robes. Arian shivers in a way that just speaks volumes about his embarrassment. You ask if, perhaps, he would like you to step outside while he makes himself decent? Not that you mind the sight....
“P-please.” Arian stammers, still unable to meet your gaze. You gently tap him on the nose and move outside. A short while later you hear him yell, “C-come in!”
You can’t wipe the smirk off your face, as you return and see that Arian is, indeed, decent and there doesn’t seem to be any trace of the mess he’s made earlier. You walk up to the, still flustered, lizan and tell him that if he’s feeling edgy, you’d be happy to help him deal with it.
“Th-that’s all right.... So, um, you wanted something, Derek?” he asks, desperately trying to change the topic.