[the water laps against the mud, soaking the loamy places where alia will seek out crawling, creeping creatures, where she will coax them free of their hidey-holes, cradle them in her muddied palms, bring them back to show him, to make him smile with all his teeth. and alia arches her back, the perk of her tits pointing sunward, stomach tensing, clenching, rocks her downy cunt towards armand’s mouth.]
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? [titania, beloved of the wayward sweet bully bottom, enchanted fairy queen, deceived and bewitched – no, no, she doesn’t like that part. alia will be titania earlier, at the beginning of the tale, when she delights in her sweet changeling, her stolen boy with dark curls and soft eyes.
armand has these, them both, and he has a tender, sweet mouth and long clever fingers and he delves them within her like her mind seeks out his, ancient and unknowable, millennia of presence and prescience humming like a hive in her mind. alia wiggles her hips, reaches down to pet and pet his hair, lets the coil of grief and the coil of want twine together, build sweet and slick in the fount of her cunt.]
A pleasing sacrifice, a worthy offering. [tender, her knuckles to his forehead, little-sister-sweet and sour, knocking lightly.] Never had so sweet a changeling, knight of my train, to trace the forests wild.
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What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? [titania, beloved of the wayward sweet bully bottom, enchanted fairy queen, deceived and bewitched – no, no, she doesn’t like that part. alia will be titania earlier, at the beginning of the tale, when she delights in her sweet changeling, her stolen boy with dark curls and soft eyes.
armand has these, them both, and he has a tender, sweet mouth and long clever fingers and he delves them within her like her mind seeks out his, ancient and unknowable, millennia of presence and prescience humming like a hive in her mind. alia wiggles her hips, reaches down to pet and pet his hair, lets the coil of grief and the coil of want twine together, build sweet and slick in the fount of her cunt.]
A pleasing sacrifice, a worthy offering. [tender, her knuckles to his forehead, little-sister-sweet and sour, knocking lightly.] Never had so sweet a changeling, knight of my train, to trace the forests wild.