Vash smirked to his dear, drained little pup. Her question was quite the interesting one. Not that the answer wasn't obvious. It wasn't the journey to finding the answer that was interesting. The difference between them, between him and the precious humans, that she seems to care so much about, it was just so large. Literally and very lewdly. "As long as I retain limbs and blood, the down time between excessive manual labor for something like myself is truly a matter of moments." He described plainly, as if it were from a textbook she should have from a class or something. It was true, the building process of muscular fatigue in werewolves was a slow process, and the metabolic dissolving rate of that built fatigue was almost a hundred times faster than that of a less athletic human. Most of his physical traits that made him so fantasic, in a sense, should already belong to Leah. He partly suspected that her short frame of transformations and the opposite of a drive to control that side of her might have something to do with how little of a command she had over her body's new advantages.
Part of him found Leah's dainty human weight to be far too easy to lift in his arms. The strangest thought occurred to him after her sweet little moan faded from his mind, as it lingered for a little while. The thought involved feeding her until she plumped up even more, but since fats were fairly easy to lift, it probably wouldn't be very productive until her figure was destroyed. And he couldn't give up her sexy shapely form. He contemplated the idea of forcing her to do weight training and applying resistance over her body while making her do all of the sexual movements during their fuck sessions. In no time at all, she should weigh a good deal in muscle, and werewolves had an easy time not bloating into buff-status in human form, so she wouldn't look at that different. And yet, she wouldn't be as comfortable to hold if her arms and legs were rock-like. It seemed in his process of thought, the only option was to not play too big of a role in the development of her body moving forward, at least this way he can't wish he didn't do something stupid if he doesn't make himself responsible. She was already rather ideal, it wasn't her fault that his muscles ached to return to lifting and chucking boulders. "If you weren't so addicted to my cock day one, I wouldn't have had such an easy time, now would I?" He taunted a little, playing with her a little bit, by little bit until they arrived at the place he already booked a room at.
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Vash was an early riser. If he wasn't the first awake, he was certainly the first to grow vertically, he had 'morning wood' almost every sleeping minute. Which wasn't likely to help Leah get much rest, likely goving him the advantage in being awake so much sooner than she was. His silver eyes running over her naked, bar the collar, sexy shape that laid beside him. With the pathetically miniscule self control that he had when he was around her, he couldn't fight the urge to give her a little love as she slept so peacefully. Pressing his chest to her back, Vash's big arms work around her sides until his hands took up her large, round breasts. With a gentle massaging pattern over her breasts, his lips pressing to her neck, he wanted to give her good dreams without giving her so much stimulation that he wakes her prematurely. "I love my happy puppy. She's so obedient and kind." He whispers so faintly without tickling her oh-so-sensitive doggy ears. He was also careful not to press up against her tail either. He was so mischievous, methodical, yet in a strange way one might find him to be loving.
Slowly, he retreated from his little puppy love's immensely inviting warm skin and delightfully pleasurable breasts. She was so perfect, yet he knew he should probably let her sleep in. They had all day to dick around before they would take off with Coach again. With a grumble of mock protest, he gathered his tall body to it's feet. Long, snowlike hair danced about on his bangs and over his shoulders in such wild way. His gleeful eyes narrowed as he searched around for his clothes. The underwear hid sneakily beneath the foot of the bed. And yet it must have been a good hiding spot, if it were not for hid pants hiding there too, with a whole leg sticking out in plain sight. With a playful huff, Vash snatched the duo up before pulling them on in the respective, proper way. Now just topless, he scanned around for his coat. In a way, he wished he had the arrogance to just poof them onto his body with his magic. And yet, he wasn't above putting himself through the troubles of being inferior, as even the menial tasks makes one more adept. Finally finding it laying beneath his darling puppy's fuzzy tail and sexy ass, he decided to not tempt fate by actually trying to tug it out from under her. Instead, Vash decided to make use of his magic to summon a new one as the other coat slowly vanishes beneath her fine ass. Now that he was fully clothed, Vash stepped out the door and locked the room behind him.
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Picking up on the shower running in their room with his powerful sense of hearing, Vash hurried his little talk with a blue garbed water spirit worshiper group and made a quick return to their room door. Standing just outside their door, he took a small whiff of the door. While others may consider this step silly, he initially checked it for the snooty scent of any airheaded female purebreed. It was a well known fact that he despised them, and for good reason. Finding only his scent and Leah's soaked into the wooden door's outermost recent layer, he pulled on a relaxed smile. Slowly opening the door, Vash used all of his discipline to sneak into their room and shut the door as quietly as possible. Even leaving his clothes behind as he tiptoed his sneaky wolfish grin into the bathing room.
He spied on her shadowy figure from through the shower cubicle's thin curtain. He could even make out the shape of the collar as she took it off. Their bond gave him nothing intense in the way of displeasure, so he popped an eyebrow upward, but remained stealthy. Tiny, slow steps brought him closer and closer to the shower, his eyes keenly discerning the way she played with the collar. Her motions to then pull the collar on tigher than before and clasp it was quite interesting. It was then that her elation, the emotion that paired itself with being contrary to a societal norm, or so he thought. It was very, very curious that she wouldn't take the collar off and leave it off when she thought she was alone. "Room for two? Master is dirty too." He let his presence be known casually. His deep voice finding the small space around them to apply such a fun effect. Once he was sure that the initial sensations that would come with suddenly being snuck up on, had finally faded in some sense, Vash would wisk the curtain aside and step in with her.
He had no shame, his whole body on display and paired with an unusual sighting of his flaccid cock. It was a little smaller, and definitely more pliable and not standing, but it was still so large when compared to any erect human cock. Vash didn't make much of an effort to show it off or draw attention to his body, it was just so very 'eye candy' all on its own. The water falling into his hair would darken it just a pinch, his grey locks now collecting like wet hair always seems too. He had his eyes shut as he let the shower water run over his face, lips, and neck. "Ah, was the shower this kind to you too, hmm?" He asked in arguably the most normal line he's dropped in front of her for a little while now. Fetching a glob of the provided shower product from around Leah, Vash was so intimately close to her in a small space without physically or intimately molesting her. The lathering of his hair was quick, but the rinsing took some time.
With a sigh of relief, he opened his eyes to look to his endearing pet. "Leah, do you feel better today?" His strangely more kind voice was uninterrupted by the showerhead, so deep yet inviting. He moved to face her front, the shower water slapping into his defined shoulders and back. The silver orbs of his would look her over without an ounce of modesty or timid boyishness. "I ask because you are now a full twenty four hours free from that filthy cell and that ugly thing that kept you." He took a more serious look over his handsome features, touching his right palm slowly to her left cheek. "I still feel like I'll wake up in my bed any minute now and find that the cutest, most perfect woman that I had found was all just a dream. Is that something humans do?" He released her cheek with a pleased smile, turning to run his big hands over his torso and arms, guiding the hot shower water over his clean, firm skin.