O Hellish Queen of Eden!

Striker felt starved for her touch, the one up until now that didn't try to magically fix or distract him with another thing, nor someone just wishing him well on his way, but sharing a moment where he was overwhelmed and needed some time to have the mix of thoughts and worries in his mind to settle. He would move carefully with her hands, enjoying them as he would give soft whimpers, feeling like a wounded animal seeking solace with someone they trusted, as with the jacket he let slide off, leaving him in his shirt and pants. Having fought for independence, the riches he's attained from working hard, the countless scars marring his frame from contract hits that had him not fear death. Here, in the Queen's presence, he felt a longing to let go and let himself be someone taken care of for once. "Thank you, m-my Queen." It felt wrong with how nice it was to say those words, as he'd let today be one time he'd just be his simple self, an imp needing attention.

@lilithianqueen: Lilith kissed her cheek, pulling her in for some super cuddles.