His head is often in the sky, his mind flitting over ancient ruins and broken memories. Pressed against her bed, her lips flit across his ear and fill his head with whispers. She brings him back, towers over him, her weight draped across his lap and holding him firmly to the ground.
She shifts in shapes beneath his hands. Curves that rival the grandest sonallia; fingers arched into dragon’s claws that scrape across his skin; angled knees and elbows and hips, a masterpiece of geometry to put the oldest dwarven thaigs to shame.
— All New, Faded For Her on AO3
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So many thanks and KUDOS to @nsfwfrosch for this insanely beautiful sketch. I’m going out of my mind about all the art you did for me this round… THANK YOU!! ❤️
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