[ he could laugh at that if he were mean enough. instead, his tongue flickers against her belly indiscriminately; it didn’t take away the base scent of honeysuckle on her, the enchantment had very well kept all of her from evaporating— feather dust was a little stronger, given the heat.
he doesn’t seem to care that such a massive blue tongue is tickling her a second time. ]
Let’s get you inside, [ he’ll decide, lowering further if she could manage to crawl onto his crystal horns. he’s made it easier to. ] and get those off.
[ the clothes. they could take a sand bath . . . ]
no subject
he doesn’t seem to care that such a massive blue tongue is tickling her a second time. ]
Let’s get you inside, [ he’ll decide, lowering further if she could manage to crawl onto his crystal horns. he’s made it easier to. ] and get those off.
[ the clothes. they could take a sand bath . . . ]