It's only fair, isn't it? [ Her voice is still trembling , but there's something warm and coy to it now. ] You've had your fun with me so far, so it's my turn. It's not fair if I'm the only one who ends up making a mess.

[ Her fingers reach the apex of his thigh and she pauses, her hand resting there, thumb stroking over the seam where the scales start to grow finer and softer. It's not as if she's never done this, but the Mors King is... different. But surely not different enough to be an insurmountable obstacle.

She turns her head so she can press a kiss to his throat and her fingers dip between his thighs. It- it already feels different, even if she can't look to see, but if she's gentle, if she strokes and touches him like this, then surely... ]