Altair held his hand up to the firelight, staring at the white, creamy, sticky mess that coated his palm with the fascination of a scientist discovering a new galaxy.
His chest was still heaving slightly, his breath slowly returning to a calm rhythm. He looked from his hand to Ren.
"It felt really good," Altair stated in his deep, serious voice. "But... something strange and warm came out. Is this normal? Did I break it?"
Ren blinked, sitting cross-ankle on the moss, clenching her thighs together for dear life. She tried her hardest to keep her eyes on his confused, innocent face and not the evidence on his hand.
"It's normal," Ren managed to squeak, her face burning hotter than the campfire. "That is... semen."
"Semen," Altair repeated, testing the word on his tongue. He looked back at his hand with pure wonder. "Semen."
It was obvious to Ren that he had absolutely no idea what he was looking at.
Ren stared at him in disbelief.
