ibadouji
Ā Licks the side of her face.
She makes a face. āYou taste like perfume.ā Says the Oni, while her tongue hung out.
āĀ Oh good!Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Merlyn rubs her face where the other had licked--it felt so strange. She never was inclined toward the touch of another, so to be lickedĀ of all things settled strange with her.












