[Ah, and her breath catches, her hips rocking back against him now and again. If he wants to fuck her thighs, that's more than all right by her, but she won't deny she's getting some enjoyment out of the heat teasing against her.]
I've badgered stories out of all the other immortal men I know. You might as well tell me one and complete the set.
[The worst part about that is that it's entirely true. Ardyn and Nightingale both had told her things from their past; Ardyn had even framed it as a fable. Rosalind squirms, pressing her legs tighter together to give him a thrill.
A beat, and she glances behind her.]
Were any about you? Or were you lumped in with werewolves in general?
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[Ah, and her breath catches, her hips rocking back against him now and again. If he wants to fuck her thighs, that's more than all right by her, but she won't deny she's getting some enjoyment out of the heat teasing against her.]
I've badgered stories out of all the other immortal men I know. You might as well tell me one and complete the set.
[The worst part about that is that it's entirely true. Ardyn and Nightingale both had told her things from their past; Ardyn had even framed it as a fable. Rosalind squirms, pressing her legs tighter together to give him a thrill.
A beat, and she glances behind her.]
Were any about you? Or were you lumped in with werewolves in general?