Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Maybe he's been doing some growing while you haven't been looking," Danta suggests with a crooked smile, glancing up as her fingers brush along the tip of his horns and down their curves. It's enough for him to imagine what she might do if she were touching the tip of other parts of him, and the Ancient watches - and feels - the way she presses against his body with a carnal sort of delight.
"My memory is a little foggy other than the initial recognition," he lies - and they both knew he would, given what's just been put on the table. His hands slip around her, calloused but surprisingly gentle as he samples the soft swell of her own curves. "But I am sure given enough time I'll be able to jog it for you. You might have to bear with me, though."
"My memory is a little foggy other than the initial recognition," he lies - and they both knew he would, given what's just been put on the table. His hands slip around her, calloused but surprisingly gentle as he samples the soft swell of her own curves. "But I am sure given enough time I'll be able to jog it for you. You might have to bear with me, though."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
