full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Maybe Amun had miscalculated. Getting closer to Wessex turned out to be a poor life decision. She took the momentum from his tackle and literally rolled with it. Indeed, it was apparent who the better fighter was; he was helpless as she pulled him tight, then basically flipped them over, straddling his hips. Normally, he’d have made a quip about how sexual their position was, but he was still caught up in the whole being stabbed thing, so he rather ineffectually tried to pound on her chest with his fists. It probably wouldn’t do anything, but he felt better even as he bucked his hips to try and throw her off.
However, when she mentioned that she had just been trying to scare him, he froze. Then he finally subsided, going limp beneath her (just like his dick always was). ”Well. You did both.” His voice came out slightly grumpy, but a wicked light soon ignited in his eyes. ”Though if you wanted to be on top this badly, you could’ve just asked, Princess.” He winked at her to let her know there was no real harm done. Still, he no longer felt even a little bit bad about abandoning her in the woods.
However, when she mentioned that she had just been trying to scare him, he froze. Then he finally subsided, going limp beneath her (just like his dick always was). ”Well. You did both.” His voice came out slightly grumpy, but a wicked light soon ignited in his eyes. ”Though if you wanted to be on top this badly, you could’ve just asked, Princess.” He winked at her to let her know there was no real harm done. Still, he no longer felt even a little bit bad about abandoning her in the woods.
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