Blackfoot Forest l'amant

"yes," she said, her features becoming radiant with the mention of claudia. for, you see, the girl was her singular pleasure, her singular joy, her singular purpose. without the girl, the frenchwoman would be quite empty, bereft. louis had tasked her with such, and though it had been some long years since she had seen him, she would not fail in this.

"you are our beta, oui?" given the nature of rosings, with its male ruling class and intentions of arranged mateships, madeleine was immediately suspicious of his friendly interest, though she did not show this. she herself had no aspirations to be a simple little wife, but she fell into step alongside faramir, slim muzzle reaching to take his scent.