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she feels so exposed like this - splayed on her stomach with her cunt on display for the tiefling. his finger glides up and down along the length of their folds, no doubt he can see and feel just how wet she is for him.

it feels like torture to just lie there while felix plays with them, but luna stays still for as long as she can, until the urge to push back in hopes of fingers or cock pushing into her aching pussy is too strong to ignore.

"I'd have done it again. You wouldn't have to order it neither. It's not about any of it, duty or obligation with you."

When in battle, it isn't with wisdom that Henry always moves. To be frank, it's more his impulse and his fears that would brazenly guide him. They would make him a rather irreplaceable servant, a creature so devoted to his handler as to shelve his whittled senses and his thinning crumbs of wit. He'd surely be the king's choice of mongrel, his choice stock of beastie when put to sale on the markets. Yes. Look at his fangs, my dear rival, and the rippling of his muscles with the keenness his claws! Shake! What hope have you left to so loyal a hound, ey? Henry hisses. At his side, the bite of his agony climbs his ribs.

By the bed, Sir Felix has deigned to keep him company, his nobleman's touch caught shivering along the press of his fresh-wrapped bandages. It hadn't been a toil for his betters to so see to the handling of some commonplace boor, but then again, his lord would take every chance he can to bow him, to slink so humbly to his haunches and yield to a kneel. My word, never has man been so mighty, so impossible like a diamond who'd let steel fill its throne. But perhaps the blood he bleeds are rubies, are those garnets of Christ like some polished stigmata. Oh, Henry. He has bled for you, my lordling, and has felled those fearsome bandits in but only your name. How will you honor him, my liege, he who would take to road for days should you ask? He would battle for the sake of your wantings? He who would do as bid like a beast?

❝ DON’ JUS’ STAND THERE, COME ON. ❞ He’s reaching out a rough hand, one that shows days of work in the field, carrying bales of hay and cleaning saddles. There’s a sly grin on his face, the world edging just a little like it’s blurred around the edges. He’s taking Felix somewhere. Has to.

❝ Do yuh trust me? ❞

Fuck, this is dirty. Filthy. More than Hartley's ever really done in her life - the queen of plush beds and perfect lingerie.

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"Of course I would."

Would she though? Hasn't she been sitting on this all day?

Hartley lets out a soft sigh. "My sister rang."

Cities and towns in the Feywild are sparse, rare, and most fey travel, move or live in nature. Karilen isn't used to the busy streets of a city like Baldur's Gate when his tiny village, barely populated, is lost in the snow of the midnight realm.

Yet, there he is. Adventuring in those streets that welcome all kinds, from humans to elves to tieflings. And just for a tiefling he finds himself in Baldur's Gate. Rather, he arrived for a job, an easy one, and decided to stay a little more to find an old acquaintance of his.

The poor man has few connections that last long in his life and losing one is rather evident, it has its toll. Specifically, Karilen feels quite forgotten and he would like to know if something happened to this friend of his. Besides all the implications of their relationship, but they never specified anything between them: for all Karilen knows, he's convenient and now useless.

Sure, tieflings are many in this city and he has little chances to meet him, but one doesn't have to give up all hope in his life. If he finds him in the little time he concedes himself in the Material World, Karilen will be glad; if he doesn't, it's just another connection lost.

Perhaps he will return to the Feywild again and he will be able to act offended, just for the fun of it. Maybe they will never see each other again, and Karilen will simply toast to an old friendship.

In any case, he scans the crowd. Until he spots, there, among many other bodies, one of a specific powder blue. Karilen smiles, then slithers through the people, moving with agility.

Once at barely any distance from the tiefling he is interested in, he raises his arm and brushes his fingers on his shoulder, then rests his hand on it, to catch his attention.