I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Her eyes remained closed as she tried to catch her breath, her fingers twitching only slightly more from the hints if blight left in her veins. But as the feeling of fabric draped over her registered in her brain, they slowly fluttered open, gazing up at Frey almost coyly through her lashes. A warm, loving sort of smile curved the lips at the sight of them. She might be just a human, a tiny blip on the cosmic radar of Frey's eternal existence that would be forgotten near soon as she went to Mort, she loved the deity all the same. Ever-present, ever-patient, one of the very few constants in her life.
In her post orgasm glow, the young midwife was very cuddly, turning slightly to wrap her arms around Frey, nuzzling her head into the hand that combed through her hair. "A natural? At what?" she asked in an almost sing-songy voice, melodic and fully relaxed. Orgasming? she wondered, though the thought made her giggle. Orgasming was natural so probably not.
In her post orgasm glow, the young midwife was very cuddly, turning slightly to wrap her arms around Frey, nuzzling her head into the hand that combed through her hair. "A natural? At what?" she asked in an almost sing-songy voice, melodic and fully relaxed. Orgasming? she wondered, though the thought made her giggle. Orgasming was natural so probably not.
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