[ As if there's any difference. And it's not like he can complain when he's done more than enough of his fair share of staring at her. So she continues to indulge shamelessly. The sight of his bare skin has her strangely fascinated as does the lanky build of his muscles. He'd always felt so solid pressed against her back that it's a surprise to see just how lean he really is - almost skinny. For a being with as much control over his form as the Mors King has, wouldn't you think he'd have chosen a body built for battle?
She makes no attempt to hide the way her eyes drift downward, over the flat of his stomach and to the dark smooth scales across his thighs and lower torso, but... uh... well, she doesn't mean for her eyes to stall, but... ]
... So you really aren't... quite the same, not everywhere.
[ It's an audacious observation, but she can't help herself. She knows full well after being pressed into him last night that there's certainly not nothing down there, but... ]
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[ As if there's any difference. And it's not like he can complain when he's done more than enough of his fair share of staring at her. So she continues to indulge shamelessly. The sight of his bare skin has her strangely fascinated as does the lanky build of his muscles. He'd always felt so solid pressed against her back that it's a surprise to see just how lean he really is - almost skinny. For a being with as much control over his form as the Mors King has, wouldn't you think he'd have chosen a body built for battle?
She makes no attempt to hide the way her eyes drift downward, over the flat of his stomach and to the dark smooth scales across his thighs and lower torso, but... uh... well, she doesn't mean for her eyes to stall, but... ]
... So you really aren't... quite the same, not everywhere.
[ It's an audacious observation, but she can't help herself. She knows full well after being pressed into him last night that there's certainly not nothing down there, but... ]