Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
In a weird turn of events, it had taken Lily a bit longer than anticipated to finish this very simple quest. Hoping that the Herald won’t chide her for it (and not really believing that they will, they don’t seem to care whether or not things are done quickly, only that they’re done), Lily takes flight midmorning for the shrine in the Greatwood, flitting in and out of the multi-colored trees with a song in her heart. The song of someone who recently got laid.
Spotting the crimson pool and the tiny (from up here) statue, the nightingale descends and offers a bit of birdsong to Frey before shifting back to her human self, cross-legged and ebullient. “Frey! I’ve done as you asked. Three orgasms.” The last bit is said more matter of factly and less as a matter of pride, after all, they both know that three orgasms is no grand accomplishment.
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Quest thread: pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?
Orgasm thread: when the mouse is away, the cats will play
