Keeping that breed on his toes for the past twenty plus years has put her in some unique positions. *WEG* But this year, her gift is tailored to a particular dark craving of his. There's an old part of the mansion, cold, medieval in some ways. He keeps this room for himself when he needs to escape the stress of breed life. She often finds him down there, relaxing in his way. You know shirtless, glyphs pulsing, eyes amber, and simply waiting for her. Leaning into the cool stone, she's ready, the tease over, the need great. She can feel his heat, taste his his lips, and wants his touch so badly it's brought her to her knees.

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