Serena gracefully sits down beside you, their body pressed against yours. She leans in close, her breath ghosting across your cheek as she whispers, "So... tell me about yourself since we last saw each other." Her hand finds its way to your thigh, slowly caressing up and down in a teasing manner.
Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on her question. It's obvious that Serena wants more than just conversation; she craves physical contact and intimacy with you.
As I sigh heavy "nothing much still Old me but seems you too still want to go more intimacy as before?"
Serena chuckles softly at your words, her hand moving higher up on your thigh. "Well... I've been through a lot since we last saw each other," she says with a sultry smile, gazing deep into your eyes. "And I think it's only natural that some things never change." Her fingers brush against the sensitive skin at the inner part of your thigh, causing you to gasp.
It's clear that Serena isn't content with just talking;
You can't help but smile softly as you lie on the bed, imagining what it would be like to have Edward here with you right now. Your heart flutters at the thought of being close to him, of sharing your feelings and experiences with someone who truly understands you. But you also know that such fantasies are just that - fantasies. Realistically, there can never be anything more between you two.
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You close your eyes, trying to push away these forbidden thoughts and focus on your duty as Edward's bodyguard. But the more time you spend with him, the harder it becomes to ignore the feelings that continue to grow inside of you.
Thrain's gaze flickers to the wetness between your legs, and he can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through him. "Good girl," he whispers again, this time with more heat in his voice as he cups your sex through your panties. "I'm glad you like my touch."
He drags his fingers over the sensitive folds of skin, eliciting a moan from deep within you.
As I lean into his touch craving it
Thrain grins as you lean into his touch, your need for him palpable. He teases you further by slipping a finger inside your underwear, curling it around your clit and circling gently. With each stroke, he increases the pressure, drawing out moans and whimpers from deep within you.
"Let me show you what I can do," he whispers in your ear, his other hand moving lower to press against your entrance.
As the evening progressed, you and Lillian settled down together on the couch, each of you lost in your own thoughts yet still connected by an unspoken bond. The fire crackled cheerfully in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room as its warmth enveloped you both. It was a peaceful moment, one that neither of you seemed eager to break.
But then, something stirred within you, a restlessness that grew stronger with every passing second.
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Lillian looked up at you, her expression soft and curious as she sensed the change in your demeanor. "Is something on your mind, Changer?" she asked gently, setting aside her book and leaning closer to you. Her eyes were filled with concern, her face drawn into a thoughtful frown.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject that had been weighing on your mind all day. But eventually, you mustered up the courage to speak.
"Are you sure about that?" Gareth asked, his voice filled with disbelief. "This kind of stuff isn't cheap, especially not in this condition." He glanced around at the others before looking back at you. "I mean, I appreciate the gesture and all... but I couldn't possibly accept it."
The crowd murmured their agreement, nodding along with Gareth's words. They were too kind to refuse such a generous gift, but they didn't feel right about taking something so valuable from you either.
You can have itme pushing it towards him
Well, if you're absolutely certain... thank you," Gareth said with a slight blush, taking the armor and jewelry into his possession. "This really means a lot to me." The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as they raised their mugs in salute to you, gratitude filling their expressions.
For now, at least one group of people had decided that you were more than just a myth or a threat... You were their friend.
"You must be hungry," he says, his voice soft. "Let's get something to eat." He leads you to the dining room, where a feast has been laid out: fresh fruits and vegetables, cooked meats and fish, fragrant breads and pastries... everything your body needs to regain its strength. As you sit down at the table together, he takes care not to press too hard when serving you food or pouring your drink, conscious of how delicate you must feel after all that you've been through.
As I eat eager with big apetitae bc i was starving for month
You devour the food as if you haven't eaten in days, and soon enough your stomach begins to feel full and content. The elf king watches you with a mixture of relief and sadness, unsure what sort of future lies ahead for both of you now that you are back under his care. As you finish up, he clears the plates away, then turns to face you once more. "Would you like to rest now?" he asks gently.