we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora grins as she watches her attempts at teasing succeed, the hitch in Danta’s breath and the dark hunger sending a bright plume of heat up from her core. "And here I thought you prided yourself on customer service," she chides softly as he threatens to touch himself, her tone dripping with mock disappointment.
The gasp slips from her lips unbidden as she sees his Ancient traits vanish before her eyes, the glamour smoothing away his tail, fangs, and crystalline horns. She’d only ever seen Asta do it once, and the sight of Danta shifting so seamlessly catches her off guard. "Well, look at you," she murmurs, recovering quickly, her grin curling wider as she rises back to her feet.
Her hands are on him immediately, ruffling fully through his now-unobstructed hair perhaps a touch too playfully given their circumstances, but then again, maybe not. She let her nails lightly graze his scalp before her hands slide down to his shoulders, ring fingers tapping lightly. "Well? Are you gonna go pick out Asta's cock from your toy chest?"
The gasp slips from her lips unbidden as she sees his Ancient traits vanish before her eyes, the glamour smoothing away his tail, fangs, and crystalline horns. She’d only ever seen Asta do it once, and the sight of Danta shifting so seamlessly catches her off guard. "Well, look at you," she murmurs, recovering quickly, her grin curling wider as she rises back to her feet.
Her hands are on him immediately, ruffling fully through his now-unobstructed hair perhaps a touch too playfully given their circumstances, but then again, maybe not. She let her nails lightly graze his scalp before her hands slide down to his shoulders, ring fingers tapping lightly. "Well? Are you gonna go pick out Asta's cock from your toy chest?"
