[ How long has it been since anyone's called her by that name? It feels like years - long enough that she's almost forgotten what it sounds like in someone else's mouth. And the Mors King saying it like that, low and rough and heated... it's almost more than she can bear.
All the warmth that had dissipated when he stopped is returning in full force. He's wrapped around her, close enough for her to feel the burning heat of his body and the rise and fall of his chest and she shudders, pressing her face into the side of his neck and letting her moans, the filthy sound of her pleading voice, muffle themselves in his skin. ]
Again... Please, keep saying it...
[ Her hips are moving to meet his every stroke, thighs tense and trembling, and she's so slick and sticky that even she can hear the lewd sound of it. She knows she should be embarrassed, ashamed, mortified at just how desperate she's being and how wanton and needy she is for the Mors King's touch.
And maybe she is, just a little. But not enough to stop. ]
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All the warmth that had dissipated when he stopped is returning in full force. He's wrapped around her, close enough for her to feel the burning heat of his body and the rise and fall of his chest and she shudders, pressing her face into the side of his neck and letting her moans, the filthy sound of her pleading voice, muffle themselves in his skin. ]
Again... Please, keep saying it...
[ Her hips are moving to meet his every stroke, thighs tense and trembling, and she's so slick and sticky that even she can hear the lewd sound of it. She knows she should be embarrassed, ashamed, mortified at just how desperate she's being and how wanton and needy she is for the Mors King's touch.
And maybe she is, just a little. But not enough to stop. ]