[ Her leg's grip tightens at the touch, an anticipatory sort of pleasure. Dany contemplates using the goddess' shoulders as leverage, leaping up to sling the other leg about Loki's waist. Below her belly, the need for friction grows. ]
I do not wish to speak of Hel. [ Blunt, the message is made clear: Stop speaking. There is destruction within her, as there always is. If she cannot fly away and burn, she desires burning of another kind. ] I want your mouth. [ She is whispering now. ] I want you open for me.
[ How is that, for semi-public conversation? She nuzzles at an ear, catching a lobe between her teeth. ]
lmao i'm sorry, she is trash
I do not wish to speak of Hel. [ Blunt, the message is made clear: Stop speaking. There is destruction within her, as there always is. If she cannot fly away and burn, she desires burning of another kind. ] I want your mouth. [ She is whispering now. ] I want you open for me.
[ How is that, for semi-public conversation? She nuzzles at an ear, catching a lobe between her teeth. ]