[A laugh bubbles from her as she leans in, trailing kisses along his throat before lightly biting at the end of her slow work. Smiling against the mark, her fingers sliding along his length until winding around to give a slow stroke.]
You're in quite the trouble, mutt.
[The fae backs off to sink down onto her knees, watching him mischievously. Her hand working slow and steady for the time being.]
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You're in quite the trouble, mutt.
[The fae backs off to sink down onto her knees, watching him mischievously. Her hand working slow and steady for the time being.]
Think you should be punished.