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charlie

Smiling against his chest, her fangs pressing at the corners of her lips, Charlie hums a contented sound against him. "Back in the day, we'd go and relax in the lava pools after." The blonde murmurs. "And ancients who didn't want to participate in the orgy, would join in with wine and oils to give little neck and hand massages." Some enjoyed making others feel good in a non-sexual way, and though Charlie had her preferences, she was also keen to utilize the skills of all those around her. "Then there were either individual beds or large spherical ones depending if you wanted to go to sleep alone or with others." Charlie explains, before forcing herself to sit up slightly.

Wanting nothing more than to curl against Danta's chest like an exhausted kitten, he was absolutely right that as soon as she dropped her flames, they'd both turn to stone. "Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to heal you, then you're going to drag the bear and me back. I'll be a gore crow though, so I won't weigh anything."

Given how injured she knew Danta was and absolutely knowing that the sex hadn't helped, it seemed entirely logical that she give almost all of her strength to him. It wasn't as if she could help him hobble back and pull a giant bear, after all. Besides, Charlie liked to give as good as she got, and she'd just been got pretty fucking good.

she's the giggle at a funeral

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