Allowing himself to channel some of the Karma that is threaded through the room, Skellig smirks against her skin as she puts that image into his mind.
"I would not ask my wife to kneel before me," he breathes the words against her skin. "But the vision of your lips around my cock is...quite pleasant."
As if to 'reward' her for that, he cups one of her breasts in his palm, tenderly rubbing it through the linen of her dress.
"So I suppose if it was what my dragon decided she wished to do to me...I would feel it acceptable."
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:48 am (UTC)"I would not ask my wife to kneel before me," he breathes the words against her skin. "But the vision of your lips around my cock is...quite pleasant."
As if to 'reward' her for that, he cups one of her breasts in his palm, tenderly rubbing it through the linen of her dress.
"So I suppose if it was what my dragon decided she wished to do to me...I would feel it acceptable."