[ That laugh is the best, but any (imagined) power he had over Fjord is removed by that new angle. Back arched and tail curled over a green shoulder, he's secured and secure by that hold at his hips.
Those words draw as much breath from his lungs as his moans. Sweet flower, such high praise from a florist. It's cliché but wonderful in one. ]
Yes, yes... fuck... gods, you're so good to me baby, so perfect, so hot.
[ It's a bit of a babble with slight hisses in-between that could be infernal endearments or just actual hissing. The full smile on his face bare his fangs, delighted by each thrust, each nip and the touch on his skin. He's so stupidly happy. ]
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Those words draw as much breath from his lungs as his moans. Sweet flower, such high praise from a florist. It's cliché but wonderful in one. ]
Yes, yes... fuck... gods, you're so good to me baby, so perfect, so hot.
[ It's a bit of a babble with slight hisses in-between that could be infernal endearments or just actual hissing. The full smile on his face bare his fangs, delighted by each thrust, each nip and the touch on his skin. He's so stupidly happy. ]