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"Even a man like him?" Not one to doubt the captain in his area of expertise, but given that Pierce came from another world and was seemingly in a position to easily take over this one, all the go-to's seemed off the table. There was no hometown to get information on him in, no lover to torture and kidnap, and when it came to his family, that was another can of worms entirely. "Maybe we could..." Imagining placing his penis on an anvil and crushing it beneath something rusty and heavy, in her mind the queen has someone magically heal Pierce only for them to do it again and again.
Snorting at that, Flora dips her chin, brushing her lips softly over Jack's chest. "I think I can probably take you in a race." She whispers slyly, her smile pressed against his skin before she lifts her head again, her thoughts wickedly placing Jack in the harness he'd once had her in, with Flora on her knees before him taking her sweet time in bringing him to orgasm.
Amusement and smugness rise up in her thoughts in equal measure as the queen presses her lips together. "I knew that Remi always carried around a feather." He did it to keep she and Mateo safe, though ever since Ronin had developed the ability to act as his own personal revivify feather, she assumed the Bastion wouldn't feel so precious about it. That, and at the end of the day, there was no way two demigods were going to let Flora's boyfriend stay dead. "I told them I'd forgive them if they brought us both back," she explains with a casual shrug, her lips quirking at the corners. "I would've used your feather if they hadn’t, but... I dunno. I guess I didn’t want to use the one I gave you when it was my fault you died." The words hang in the air, heavy despite her casual tone, the emotional dissonance twisting like a thorny vine in her chest. It takes a moment for her to push it back, to force her thoughts to soften again, petals unfurling from the sharp edges.
Snorting at that, Flora dips her chin, brushing her lips softly over Jack's chest. "I think I can probably take you in a race." She whispers slyly, her smile pressed against his skin before she lifts her head again, her thoughts wickedly placing Jack in the harness he'd once had her in, with Flora on her knees before him taking her sweet time in bringing him to orgasm.
Amusement and smugness rise up in her thoughts in equal measure as the queen presses her lips together. "I knew that Remi always carried around a feather." He did it to keep she and Mateo safe, though ever since Ronin had developed the ability to act as his own personal revivify feather, she assumed the Bastion wouldn't feel so precious about it. That, and at the end of the day, there was no way two demigods were going to let Flora's boyfriend stay dead. "I told them I'd forgive them if they brought us both back," she explains with a casual shrug, her lips quirking at the corners. "I would've used your feather if they hadn’t, but... I dunno. I guess I didn’t want to use the one I gave you when it was my fault you died." The words hang in the air, heavy despite her casual tone, the emotional dissonance twisting like a thorny vine in her chest. It takes a moment for her to push it back, to force her thoughts to soften again, petals unfurling from the sharp edges.
