The tattoo on his chest throbs with heat, in time with his loins, and it delights him because by now he's learned to recognize the effects of the magic infused within the art. It's her love he feels, and he could never grow tired of this. Never ever.
But, OH! Oh, he likes this game. He sits up at attention, thrumming with the effort of containing his need to reach for her. He can be a good boy. He will. So, his hands stay pointedly planted on his knees, but his eyes are glued to her, practically begging for her next command.
His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, "Yes, my queen."
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Date: 2024-12-20 03:14 am (UTC)But, OH! Oh, he likes this game. He sits up at attention, thrumming with the effort of containing his need to reach for her. He can be a good boy. He will. So, his hands stay pointedly planted on his knees, but his eyes are glued to her, practically begging for her next command.
His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, "Yes, my queen."