Velmora's hands slightly loosened after saying that, the sharp sting of disappointment over such a little matter dancing clearly in her slightly watery eyes. Maybe he just forgot, she muttered inwardly. Besides, he already licked my mouth that has to mean we're closer… she spoke softly to herself, forcing the bitter aftertaste of disappointment down, pulling her lips into a fragile smile.
It was the kind of smile only a wife can wear — the kind that still cooks with all her heart for a husband who never stops complaining about the taste, meals crafted on scraps, because that's all her husband's sorry ass can provide.
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Meanwhile, The First Legendary Dick Master was still clutching onto the giantess's hair, strands that kept sliding up and down his shaft like they had a mind of their own.
Again… feels short, he mused, eyes locked on the trees. Going away feels long, but coming back… the distance shrinks. There's something weird about this forest…
