[They may not be quite as sturdy as real nails, but that doesn't even feel like a possibility to Olivine. Not with the way he arches and gasps, pale skin rising softly with red welts that trace sweetly over the swell of muscle and curve. Not with the way lips and tongue and teeth drag maddeningly down his torso, finding purchase at his hip to make him jolt with each bite.]
Mngh... I want... [His tone is dreamy and lazy, pleasure seeping into every part of it.] so much more... I'll devote every part of me to worship.
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Mngh... I want... [His tone is dreamy and lazy, pleasure seeping into every part of it.] so much more... I'll devote every part of me to worship.