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The purple-haired barbarian let out a guttural moan as he rolled his hips forward, feeling the tight, wet heat of her throat wrap around him. “Fuck, baby… your throat feels so nice,” Lander growled, voice low and strained with pleasure. His hand tightened in her hair—not cruel, but possessive—as he slowly pulled back, letting her catch a breath, only to guide her down again, burying himself deeper with a slow, steady thrust. Each movement was controlled, savoring every inch of her mouth, every trembling reaction she gave him.

He looked down at her, golden eyes blazing with desire, watching the way her lips stretched around his cock, how obediently she took him. “Do you like how this feels?” he asked, voice thick and teasing as he stroked his thumb along her cheek. His grip on her hair held her close, not to dominate but to ground her—to connect in the tension between surrender and worship. The way she accepted him, the way she moved in sync with his rhythm, made his breath hitch and his restraint strain with every delicious slide into her waiting throat.

"Let’s make this night one of your favorite regrets." from Lander

Kaia smiled as she took in the sight of the man, greatly enjoying what she was seeing. "You say it like I have a lot of those. I prefer living without many regrets, so how about we just make it a normal favorite?" she purred out, getting close and touching his chest. She was smaller then him but her words and actions had confidence. At least for now. "I just hope I don't become a regret to you."

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Lander’s smile curled with a slow, hungry intent as he listened to the blue alien’s words, golden eyes fixed on his companion with a heat that was impossible to mistake. One strong arm wrapped around the other’s waist, pulling him flush against the thick bulge beneath his pants. With deliberate, unhurried pressure, he dragged the smaller male along the length of his clothed cock, letting him feel the weight of what was waiting.

“I want to know how those soft lips feel wrapped around my cock~” Lander whispered, his voice rough silk against the shell of the other’s ear, followed by a slow, teasing lick. He ground up into him just enough to make his point, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “Then… I’ll take you however you want,” he promised, the edge of control still there, but tempered by the quiet vow of indulgence. His touch, his voice, his presence—all of it whispered the same message: surrender, and he would give back everything the other desired and more.

💤 Lander ovethears Sirius as they sleep after a battle.

💤 “You talk in your sleep… and it’s filthy.” — My muse overhears something very interesting.

Lander stared as Sirius stirred, their usually vibrant glow dim under the pale moonlight. The barbarian’s brows furrowed, concern pulling at the edges of his expression — a rare softness for someone known more for bloodshed than tenderness. They had weathered so much together, and somewhere between battle cries and firelit nights, Sirius had become more than a companion. More than a mystery to unravel. Lander moved without thinking, his heavy steps quieted by the weight in his chest as he knelt beside them, a hand resting on their shoulder.

“Sirius,” he said, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer, low and reverent. “Sirius, wake up.” His amber eyes searched the alien’s face, watching for the smallest flicker of awareness. The way Sirius spoke just moments ago — like a confession cloaked in exhaustion — lingered in his mind.

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The large, tanned man nodded with quiet intent, muscles flexing as he lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest before pressing her back gently to the cool stone wall. One strong hand gripped her hips, holding her securely, while the other braced against the stone behind her, shielding her from its bite. His golden eyes met hers with heat and reverence, and then he kissed her—deeply, hungrily—pouring unspoken promises into the press of his lips.

“I’ll be as gentle… or as rough as you want me to be,” Lander murmured against her mouth, voice low and edged with restraint. He shifted slightly, guiding his body into perfect alignment, letting the thick head of his cock drag teasingly along her slick, aching folds. Every motion was a careful balance of strength and tenderness, power held in check by the desire to please her—to give her everything she asked for, in exactly the way she needed.

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❝ What’s the matter, you afraid someone will see us? ❞  from Lander

“Well…n-no..”

Sothis shifted upon her feet. She had no problem with being seen in any intimate moment. She enjoyed the thought of someone watching but she wondered if it was right to do for a first time.

Fingers grazed over his torso as she stared into his eyes. “Do you want me?” She questioned in a low tone, a bold move made by hooking a bare leg over his waist.

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The blonde elf nodded obediently, golden eyes shimmering with a mix of reverence and desire as he looked up at the towering figure before him. “I will service you however you wish, my lord,” Caelis whispered, his voice soft and breathy, each word laced with submission. He kept his movements graceful and composed as he continued, doing exactly as the man had asked—running the cloth along the length of his thick shaft in slow, deliberate strokes.

Though it appeared as though he was simply washing him, there was a clear, teasing rhythm to his motions—his delicate hands jerking him off through the thin fabric, pretending innocence while his touch spoke volumes. The warmth of the cloth, the friction of the strokes, and the look of quiet devotion in Caelis’ eyes made every glide of his hand feel like a promise—of obedience, of worship, and of pleasure offered without hesitation.

🛁 “Join me?”

//Any male or female muse you feel like using//

🛁 “Join me?” — Bath or shower is running. Suggestive offer included.

The blonde elf nodded, the movement slow and slightly shy, a soft blush blooming across his tanned cheeks. His golden eyes stayed fixed on the larger man with quiet intensity, following each motion as he undressed and stepped into the bath. The air was warm, thick with steam and the faint scent of herbs, but it was the presence of the other that truly made Caelis's heart race.

“Did you want me to wash you, Master?” he asked, his voice gentle—submissive, yes, but also threaded with sincere care. His golden hair cascaded down his back like molten sunlight, the strands catching the steam as he waited for the larger man’s response. There was no hesitation in his offer, only a quiet eagerness to please, to serve, and perhaps to be seen.

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The gentle giant nodded with warmth in his eyes, meeting her lips in a deep, tender kiss that said everything his words hadn't yet spoken. His large hands slid along her hips, guiding her with reverent care as he rocked her body against his own. The thick head of his cock dragged slowly through her slick folds, teasing her with every motion, but never pressing in—never taking that final step without her word. His restraint was deliberate, his patience laced with aching desire as he held her close, letting the tension build in the space between them.

“I am yours, my lady,” Vaelor whispered against her lips, his voice rough with emotion, yet soft as a vow. “For as long as you will have me.” He kissed her again, gently but with rising hunger, his body trembling with the need he was holding back. Every stroke along her heat, every breath shared, was a plea—for her words, her choice, her command. He didn’t just want her… he wanted to be chosen, wanted to be given to, utterly and completely.

"Tell me where you want me. I’ll behave. Maybe." for Vaelor

"Oh, is that a hint of mischievous misbehaving I hear?" Kaia smiled, teasing as she straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she looked up at him. "I wonder if I could even tame someone like you, so much bigger and stronger. Wouldn't that be a feat." she mused with a chuckle before lightly kissing him. "I want you where you would like. Me on your lap right here, on bed, any place and any position. I can promise I will do my best to pleasure you." She was earnest with her words, while she wasn't dangerous like others of her kind she took her pleasuring people very seriously.

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Lander chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he looked down at them with a heated, amused smile. “You said such naughty things… things you wanted me to do to you,” he murmured, his voice a velvet tease as he leaned in to capture their lips in a deep, lingering kiss. There was hunger behind it—slow, deliberate, the kind that promised fulfillment without ever needing to rush. As they kissed, he rolled his hips upward, grinding the blue-skinned beauty against his thick, hardening cock, still trapped beneath his clothes but growing insistent with need.

His hands caressed along their hips and lower back, holding them in place, keeping them flush against him as the pressure and heat built between them. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against their lips, golden eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “Do you want to test some of those out?” he asked, voice husky, each word dipped in seduction. “Let me hear you beg a little, and I might just make your little fantasies come true.”

💤 Lander ovethears Sirius as they sleep after a battle.

💤 “You talk in your sleep… and it’s filthy.” — My muse overhears something very interesting.

Lander stared as Sirius stirred, their usually vibrant glow dim under the pale moonlight. The barbarian’s brows furrowed, concern pulling at the edges of his expression — a rare softness for someone known more for bloodshed than tenderness. They had weathered so much together, and somewhere between battle cries and firelit nights, Sirius had become more than a companion. More than a mystery to unravel. Lander moved without thinking, his heavy steps quieted by the weight in his chest as he knelt beside them, a hand resting on their shoulder.

“Sirius,” he said, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer, low and reverent. “Sirius, wake up.” His amber eyes searched the alien’s face, watching for the smallest flicker of awareness. The way Sirius spoke just moments ago — like a confession cloaked in exhaustion — lingered in his mind.

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Lander’s smile deepened into something darker, more possessive, as his large hand tangled firmly in her hair. With a slow, deliberate motion, he guided her down, inch by inch, until her lips met the base of his thick cock. A deep moan escaped him, his hips trembling slightly with the effort to hold still. “Good girl~” he growled, voice rough with pleasure, his fingers tightening just enough to keep her in place, throat stretched around him, heat pulsing where her lips met his skin.

He held her there, savoring the tight, wet warmth of her, the way her throat squeezed him as she breathed through her nose. “Just wait right there,” he murmured, breath catching, golden eyes half-lidded as he looked down at her, completely undone by the sight of her so willing, so obedient, taking all of him. His cock throbbed deep in her throat, every pulse a silent praise, his grip steady but careful—controlling the moment, but never cruel.

"Let’s make this night one of your favorite regrets." from Lander

Kaia smiled as she took in the sight of the man, greatly enjoying what she was seeing. "You say it like I have a lot of those. I prefer living without many regrets, so how about we just make it a normal favorite?" she purred out, getting close and touching his chest. She was smaller then him but her words and actions had confidence. At least for now. "I just hope I don't become a regret to you."

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Caelis nodded gently, his voice soft and obedient as he murmured, “Yes, my lord,” before shifting behind him. He dipped the cloth into the warm water and began to wash the other’s broad back with tender care, every motion deliberate, reverent. He listened quietly, the subtle lilt of the larger man's voice causing a faint flush to rise to his cheeks. When he finished, he circled back around, gaze lowered respectfully—but there was a hint of heat in his eyes as he spoke again. “If there is anything else you want me to do, my lord…?” he asked, voice tinged with quiet longing.

His hands, delicate and skilled, moved downward with practiced grace, the wet cloth gliding over the other’s sculpted abdomen before finally reaching his massive, waiting cock. Caelis bit his lower lip as his cheeks flushed a deeper pink, but he didn’t look away—he couldn’t. With slow, reverent movements, he began to clean him, his slender fingers working the cloth gently around the thick shaft. Each pass was laced with care and subtle adoration, his touch more worship than service. The steam clung to his skin, the heat between them growing thick as silence filled the space—charged, intimate, and trembling with something more.

🛁 “Join me?”

//Any male or female muse you feel like using//

🛁 “Join me?” — Bath or shower is running. Suggestive offer included.

The blonde elf nodded, the movement slow and slightly shy, a soft blush blooming across his tanned cheeks. His golden eyes stayed fixed on the larger man with quiet intensity, following each motion as he undressed and stepped into the bath. The air was warm, thick with steam and the faint scent of herbs, but it was the presence of the other that truly made Caelis's heart race.

“Did you want me to wash you, Master?” he asked, his voice gentle—submissive, yes, but also threaded with sincere care. His golden hair cascaded down his back like molten sunlight, the strands catching the steam as he waited for the larger man’s response. There was no hesitation in his offer, only a quiet eagerness to please, to serve, and perhaps to be seen.

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Vaelor moaned softly against her skin, his lips trailing tender, worshipful kisses across her chest and up along her collarbone. Every touch, every press of his mouth was filled with reverence, as though she were something sacred—meant to be adored, not just taken. His large hands held her carefully, cradling her body against his as his hips rocked slowly, sensually, letting the thick head of his cock slide along her slick folds without ever pushing inside. Each pass over her aching bud drew out another tremble from him, the restraint in his powerful frame making his need all the more palpable.

He wanted her—desperately—but even more, he wanted her to know she was in control. That this moment was hers to command. His golden eyes met hers, dark with hunger but soft with affection, and he whispered against her neck, “Tell me you want me, and I’m yours.” His voice was thick with need, but still laced with that ever-present tenderness that made him not just a lover, but a sanctuary.

"Tell me where you want me. I’ll behave. Maybe." for Vaelor

"Oh, is that a hint of mischievous misbehaving I hear?" Kaia smiled, teasing as she straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she looked up at him. "I wonder if I could even tame someone like you, so much bigger and stronger. Wouldn't that be a feat." she mused with a chuckle before lightly kissing him. "I want you where you would like. Me on your lap right here, on bed, any place and any position. I can promise I will do my best to pleasure you." She was earnest with her words, while she wasn't dangerous like others of her kind she took her pleasuring people very seriously.

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Caelis nodded quietly, the water rippling softly as he eased into the bath beside the larger man. The heat of the water kissed his skin, but it was the presence of the one beside him that truly made his heart flutter. With careful grace, he lathered the soap between his slender fingers and began to wash the other’s broad chest, hands gliding slowly across warm, muscled skin.

Golden eyes lifted to meet his gaze, searching for approval, for permission. “I hope you do not mind me...” Caelis whispered, voice like silk threaded with uncertainty. “If you do, then I can bring in a maiden for you, my lord.” Yet even as he spoke, his hands drifted lower, the touch respectful but undeniably intimate. There was no arrogance in his movements—only devotion, a quiet willingness to serve if allowed, and perhaps a longing that went unspoken in the steam between them.

🛁 “Join me?”

//Any male or female muse you feel like using//

🛁 “Join me?” — Bath or shower is running. Suggestive offer included.

The blonde elf nodded, the movement slow and slightly shy, a soft blush blooming across his tanned cheeks. His golden eyes stayed fixed on the larger man with quiet intensity, following each motion as he undressed and stepped into the bath. The air was warm, thick with steam and the faint scent of herbs, but it was the presence of the other that truly made Caelis's heart race.

“Did you want me to wash you, Master?” he asked, his voice gentle—submissive, yes, but also threaded with sincere care. His golden hair cascaded down his back like molten sunlight, the strands catching the steam as he waited for the larger man’s response. There was no hesitation in his offer, only a quiet eagerness to please, to serve, and perhaps to be seen.

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Lander kissed as his answer, his hand curling around the other’s back as he pulled them flush against his broad, muscular chest. He deepened the kiss with a quiet hunger, lips parting to taste more—pouring reassurance, longing, and heat into every movement. When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was low and rough against the other’s lips. “I’ve felt the same… for a while now,” he confessed, his forehead resting gently against theirs before his mouth began a slow trail down the blue-skinned alien’s neck, each kiss a worshipful brush of warmth against cool flesh.

A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he felt the other’s hips press against him, the friction delicious and teasing. “You spoke so naughty~” he murmured against their skin, his tone playful but laced with desire. His hands slid down to their waist, guiding them as he rolled their hips over the growing bulge in his pants—letting them feel just how much their words had affected him. The contrast of skin and sensation sent a shiver through him, but Lander held steady, savoring every second, every grind, every breathless moan.

💤 Lander ovethears Sirius as they sleep after a battle.

💤 “You talk in your sleep… and it’s filthy.” — My muse overhears something very interesting.

Lander stared as Sirius stirred, their usually vibrant glow dim under the pale moonlight. The barbarian’s brows furrowed, concern pulling at the edges of his expression — a rare softness for someone known more for bloodshed than tenderness. They had weathered so much together, and somewhere between battle cries and firelit nights, Sirius had become more than a companion. More than a mystery to unravel. Lander moved without thinking, his heavy steps quieted by the weight in his chest as he knelt beside them, a hand resting on their shoulder.

“Sirius,” he said, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer, low and reverent. “Sirius, wake up.” His amber eyes searched the alien’s face, watching for the smallest flicker of awareness. The way Sirius spoke just moments ago — like a confession cloaked in exhaustion — lingered in his mind.

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Lander nodded once more, his expression softening as he leaned in to kiss her again—slow, tender, full of unspoken affection and restraint. He respected her pace, never rushing, never demanding. With practiced gentleness, the towering barbarian lifted her briefly only to set her back down with care, pressing a warm kiss to her cheek as he knelt before her. One by one, he removed each article of her clothing, his large hands steady and reverent, treating every exposed inch of her skin like sacred ground. Each piece was folded or set aside with surprising delicacy for a man his size, and with every reveal, his lips followed—trailing over her thigh, her stomach, her collarbone in quiet worship.

When she stood bare before him, glowing in the firelight, he rose and undressed himself with the same slow grace, letting his clothes fall away to reveal his powerful form. His body, all hard muscle and warm bronze skin, bore the marks of countless battles—but now, it moved only for her. He stepped close, his hand gliding along the curve of her hip as he met her gaze. “Want me to hold you like before?” he asked, voice low and intimate, full of warmth. His touch promised both strength and safety—an invitation to be cherished, not just claimed.

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❝ What’s the matter, you afraid someone will see us? ❞  from Lander

“Well…n-no..”

Sothis shifted upon her feet. She had no problem with being seen in any intimate moment. She enjoyed the thought of someone watching but she wondered if it was right to do for a first time.

Fingers grazed over his torso as she stared into his eyes. “Do you want me?” She questioned in a low tone, a bold move made by hooking a bare leg over his waist.

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Lander let out a deep, satisfied moan, his head tipping back as his eyes fluttered shut, savoring the warmth and pressure of her mouth. His breathing hitched, chest rising with slow, controlled need as his large hand slid to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. He guided her gently at first, then with growing confidence, his hips beginning a slow, steady thrust into her mouth. “Mmm, that pretty mouth feels real nice on my cock,” he rumbled, voice thick with lust, golden eyes half-lidded as he looked down at her. “But I think you can take a bit more, don’t you?”

With a subtle push of his hand, he eased her a little deeper, watching the way her lips stretched around his girth. His breath trembled as he felt her throat tighten around him, the sensation nearly undoing him. “Just like that, baby~” he purred, rolling his hips in a careful rhythm, savoring the way she took him—how willing, how eager she was. His free hand caressed her cheek in contrast to the firm grip in her hair, his body trembling with restraint, every muscle taut with the overwhelming pleasure she gave so freely.

"Let’s make this night one of your favorite regrets." from Lander

Kaia smiled as she took in the sight of the man, greatly enjoying what she was seeing. "You say it like I have a lot of those. I prefer living without many regrets, so how about we just make it a normal favorite?" she purred out, getting close and touching his chest. She was smaller then him but her words and actions had confidence. At least for now. "I just hope I don't become a regret to you."

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Vaelor let out a soft, breathy moan as her hand wrapped around his cock, each slow stroke pulling a deeper ache from his core. His hips lifted instinctively, meeting her touch with quiet desperation, the tension in his thick thighs betraying how much he was holding back. His large, calloused hands slid up to grip her hips, fingers gentle yet firm as he rolled his hips beneath her, seeking more of her warmth, her touch, her presence.

He looked up at her with reverence in his eyes, golden and full of tenderness. “Do you think… do you think I can worship you, my lady?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both desire and awe. “I’ll make sure you feel just as good as I do.” The words trembled with sincerity, and before she could respond, he pulled her into a heated kiss—hungry but not rough, pouring every ounce of devotion into the press of his lips. Vaelor’s body may have been built for war, but in this moment, every part of him was devoted to making her feel cherished, adored… worshiped.

"Tell me where you want me. I’ll behave. Maybe." for Vaelor

"Oh, is that a hint of mischievous misbehaving I hear?" Kaia smiled, teasing as she straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she looked up at him. "I wonder if I could even tame someone like you, so much bigger and stronger. Wouldn't that be a feat." she mused with a chuckle before lightly kissing him. "I want you where you would like. Me on your lap right here, on bed, any place and any position. I can promise I will do my best to pleasure you." She was earnest with her words, while she wasn't dangerous like others of her kind she took her pleasuring people very seriously.

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🛁 “Join me?”

//Any male or female muse you feel like using//

🛁 “Join me?” — Bath or shower is running. Suggestive offer included.

The blonde elf nodded, the movement slow and slightly shy, a soft blush blooming across his tanned cheeks. His golden eyes stayed fixed on the larger man with quiet intensity, following each motion as he undressed and stepped into the bath. The air was warm, thick with steam and the faint scent of herbs, but it was the presence of the other that truly made Caelis's heart race.

“Did you want me to wash you, Master?” he asked, his voice gentle—submissive, yes, but also threaded with sincere care. His golden hair cascaded down his back like molten sunlight, the strands catching the steam as he waited for the larger man’s response. There was no hesitation in his offer, only a quiet eagerness to please, to serve, and perhaps to be seen.

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Lander’s golden eyes glinted with heat as he watched her slowly undress, each article of clothing revealing more of the temptation beneath. His smile deepened, predatory and pleased. “Good girl~” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet drawl that wrapped around her like a command disguised as praise. He began to strip as well, slow and deliberate—revealing a body forged in battle: broad chest, rippling muscle, tanned skin marked with old scars and fresh desire. His cock stood hard and heavy between his legs, thick and throbbing with need.

“On your knees for me, dear,” he said, the edge of command sharpening just beneath the tenderness. “Help me get ready~” His gaze never wavered, golden eyes fixed on her as she moved, hungry to see her submit to him fully. There was heat in every breath he took, every flex of his jaw as he watched her descend. His fingers curled slightly at his sides, aching to feel her touch, to watch her lips wrap around him and worship his length like he was the only god she’d ever kneel before.

"Let’s make this night one of your favorite regrets." from Lander

Kaia smiled as she took in the sight of the man, greatly enjoying what she was seeing. "You say it like I have a lot of those. I prefer living without many regrets, so how about we just make it a normal favorite?" she purred out, getting close and touching his chest. She was smaller then him but her words and actions had confidence. At least for now. "I just hope I don't become a regret to you."

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The gentle giant nodded silently in answer, his hands already speaking in the way they cradled her with reverent care. Vaelor captured her lips once more, the kiss deep and slow—full of restrained hunger and devotion. Despite his size, every movement was thoughtful, tender. A soft moan rumbled from his chest as he felt her grind against his thick thigh, the heat between them blooming fast. His fingers tightened gently on her hips, guiding and encouraging the motion, coaxing pleasure from her with every roll.

His cock throbbed beneath the fabric of his pants, stiff and pressing insistently against her with each subtle shift. He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe her in, his forehead resting against hers, eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire. "Just like that, love..." he murmured, voice low and husky. There was no rush in him—only the overwhelming urge to savor her, to make her feel worshiped as he moved with her, against her, slowly letting that rising tension coil tighter between them with every breathless grind.

"Tell me where you want me. I’ll behave. Maybe." for Vaelor

"Oh, is that a hint of mischievous misbehaving I hear?" Kaia smiled, teasing as she straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she looked up at him. "I wonder if I could even tame someone like you, so much bigger and stronger. Wouldn't that be a feat." she mused with a chuckle before lightly kissing him. "I want you where you would like. Me on your lap right here, on bed, any place and any position. I can promise I will do my best to pleasure you." She was earnest with her words, while she wasn't dangerous like others of her kind she took her pleasuring people very seriously.