i can make the badguys good for a weekend
Charlie’s breath stutters as the heat builds, the low hum against her sending a shiver through her that curls her toes and draws a sharp sound from her throat. The fire Jack brings to her skin answers something old and eager inside of her, and her body responds in kind; a trembling, gathering storm that tightens and tightens until there’s nowhere left for it to go. Her tail coils more insistently, the pressure a wordless plea as the warmth surges higher, brighter, impossible to ignore. When it finally breaks, it does so like a bonfire finding air.
Pleasure roars through her in a rush of sparks and flame, a bright, consuming bloom that floods her senses and leaves her breathless as the world narrows to heat and light. In that cresting moment, her mind flares wide and vivid, offering up the image of Dygra wreathed in living fire—not in command or judgement, but in wild, exultant approval as she had done in the old days—before the vision dissolves into warmth and colour and the echo of pleasure. The flames soften then, settling into glowing embers as Charlie comes back to herself, chest rising and falling, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
Pleasure roars through her in a rush of sparks and flame, a bright, consuming bloom that floods her senses and leaves her breathless as the world narrows to heat and light. In that cresting moment, her mind flares wide and vivid, offering up the image of Dygra wreathed in living fire—not in command or judgement, but in wild, exultant approval as she had done in the old days—before the vision dissolves into warmth and colour and the echo of pleasure. The flames soften then, settling into glowing embers as Charlie comes back to herself, chest rising and falling, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
