[ Maybe he can help, her brain registers amid the chaos of lust and urgency beating like a drumbeat through her body. But, no, not in a good decent way. She struggles against it, striving for anything but indecency. She wonders what will win out first: dehydration or chafing. ]
Don’t let me get close to you. [ She says this but her feet are bringing her closer, and a hand is cupping one of her pert little breasts to almost-absently play her fingers across the sensitive, already-much-pleasured flesh. Catching herself, she forces herself to stop. ]
Fight or flee; I don’t wish to overpower you. [ She is a mage, but still, she has enough lean muscle from swinging an enchanted blade around and from jumping around doing Cool Stunts that she wants to take no chances. Her legs quiver and her tail is lashing. Her scars ripple dark and mostly small despite being strikingly numerous—save one long thin one across her belly. ] Please.
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Don’t let me get close to you. [ She says this but her feet are bringing her closer, and a hand is cupping one of her pert little breasts to almost-absently play her fingers across the sensitive, already-much-pleasured flesh. Catching herself, she forces herself to stop. ]
Fight or flee; I don’t wish to overpower you. [ She is a mage, but still, she has enough lean muscle from swinging an enchanted blade around and from jumping around doing Cool Stunts that she wants to take no chances. Her legs quiver and her tail is lashing. Her scars ripple dark and mostly small despite being strikingly numerous—save one long thin one across her belly. ] Please.