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[doggish]

i want you to wear your leather gloves and fuck my mouth with your fingers before you stroke me off

[illithidnapped]

[Don't mind him, he's simply choking to death (a second time) on his own spit.]

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[illithidnapped]

you sly minx

how long have you had that in your back pocket???

[doggish]

since that night we went to the weaponry shop. you were inspiring as you fingered and inspected all those knives.

[illithidnapped]

You know

if those blades between my fingers were enough to get your heart racing, I could find a way to defly slip one against that wicked little tongue of yours for good measure.

See how long it takes you to come untouched with a dagger slid so artfully back and forth. Knowing you'd be safe in my

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[illithidnapped]

Ah right. Talk like that is off limits. My mistake.

[doggish]

[Oh, the growl that fills the room for that.]

you can stay stuck if you're going to be a cocktease like that

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[doggish]

how are you writing as a bat??

[illithidnapped]

You knew what you were getting into when you took me home in Thedas. Don't you dare start complaining now.

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[illithidnapped]

bats have

thumbs

[UvU+]

[doggish]

really??

[illithidnapped]

really? what do you mean REALLY? you've held me in your arms you've cradled me against your chest

[doggish]

yes and in none of those scenarios did you have a tiny hand with a thumb jutting out

[illithidnapped]

well next time look very

very

closely

at my wings.

[doggish]

you can show me yourself, ive set out


but tell me where on your wings, how are you holding a pen

or tell me more about how you'll get me off with a knife

i will take accept either topic

[illithidnapped]

darling this is a very broad scope

also I thought I wasn't permitted to flirt when you've paws instead of legs.

[You won't fool him!!!!!! >:o]

[doggish]

that was before i knew you were a bat. that obviously changes things.


and you're welcome to take your choice within any scope, if you have something in mind. just keep me company.

[illithidnapped]

Desperate times, chiropteric measures.

I'm simply shocked you haven't asked why I'm here.

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[illithidnapped]

Also quite easily: all it takes is hooking my wing round the bottom, then fastening it with my thumbclaw at the top. Et voila, as the Orlesians would say back home.

Now writing beautifully is another matter entirely, but we all do what we can.

[doggish]

hmm. show me, when i come find you. i want to see it in action. though i think you rank yourself too poorly; your handwriting among bats must be among the finest.

but i assumed you were out to eat, though how you can stand the scent of fish is your own business. why are you out so far, then?

[illithidnapped]

A fair guess. My appetite is ravenous these days.

But alas no, not tonight. The stench of fish and seamuck is only made tolerable by the copious amounts of treasure the Bitch Queen's seafaring crew drags back from the depths with them.

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[doggish]

[Oh.]

a FAR better venture, well done. we could use a boost in income— and i can bring you to a tailor so you can buy more clothes. it's been too long since you've had a treat.

[doggish]

though







how much treasure can we carry back as a dog and a bat?

[illithidnapped]

Not as much as if I'd waited diligently for nightfall on my own, but a great deal more than you'd expect.

Most of her worshippers are in the lucrative trade of plunder, after all. Stolen jewelry. Necklaces. Silks.

Rings.

[doggish]

it gets better and better. though we can still wait for nightfall, especially since then you'll have to carry me home.

besides: your skinny bat legs can fit at least a dozen rings alone, never mind all the necklaces we can drape . . . you're going to clank quite a bit on the way home.



would it be unromantic if i suggested we find two rings for ourselves among the loot?