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Who: Mielwynn, Gordon, open
Where: Inn in the Realm of the Unwanted
When: January 15th, morning.
Mielwynn watched Ransom sleep. She’d exhausted the man. She’d done things with him not humanly possible.
Pleasure and pain until one became the other in one glorious conglomeration. And all it cost him was a little blood.
He bore bite marks, but he’d be fine. Her Leanan Sidhe grandmother gave her both the thirst for blood and the ability to inspire. She only needed a teaspoon. And that she was able to lick off Gordon’s skin.
“I like pretty.” She ran her fingers through his blond curls. When not slicked back he had delightful curls.
Mielwynn licked her lips. He had been delicious. And satisfied two cravings at once. But no doubt Zero would want him back soon. Pity.
She had to get to work, anyway. Preparing a teleportation spell for many. A bit of a strain if not properly prepared.
Where: Inn in the Realm of the Unwanted
When: January 15th, morning.
Mielwynn watched Ransom sleep. She’d exhausted the man. She’d done things with him not humanly possible.
Pleasure and pain until one became the other in one glorious conglomeration. And all it cost him was a little blood.
He bore bite marks, but he’d be fine. Her Leanan Sidhe grandmother gave her both the thirst for blood and the ability to inspire. She only needed a teaspoon. And that she was able to lick off Gordon’s skin.
“I like pretty.” She ran her fingers through his blond curls. When not slicked back he had delightful curls.
Mielwynn licked her lips. He had been delicious. And satisfied two cravings at once. But no doubt Zero would want him back soon. Pity.
She had to get to work, anyway. Preparing a teleportation spell for many. A bit of a strain if not properly prepared.