The concept was still foreign to Hya; in Terre D'Ange there were no need of such sheaths. But here, there were no blessings of Eisheth and so he had become accustomed to their use. And would hardly expect Xan to do otherwise - and certainly not insist.

And if his reward was a bit of rough relief? All the better.

He guided himself up, just breaching her entrance before he let go, bringing his hands up to grip her hips instead. "Hard?" he asked, looking for confirmation before dragging her down into his lap.