[He's lopsided around overlong canines, sporting a grin that could span eons— aroused and thrilled and playful to the unliving quick.
He hadn't realized until it's written how much he's missed it.
Or how easy it is to set his figurative tail wagging.]
I owe you more than that— and I crave the same from you, if you can manage it with those stunted little claws of yours. You've gotten too used to whetting them on owlbears and adolescents, after all. A challenge of my caliber might prove difficult for a single moon elf on his own.
But that's all detail, not stakes.
What do I get if I win? Aside from the sight of you panting on your back.
[Is your prick hard yet, Leto? Because someone's trying to make it that way.]
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He hadn't realized until it's written how much he's missed it.
Or how easy it is to set his figurative tail wagging.]
I owe you more than that— and I crave the same from you, if you can manage it with those stunted little claws of yours. You've gotten too used to whetting them on owlbears and adolescents, after all. A challenge of my caliber might prove difficult for a single moon elf on his own.
But that's all detail, not stakes.
What do I get if I win? Aside from the sight of you panting on your back.
[Is your prick hard yet, Leto? Because someone's trying to make it that way.]