Redhawk Caldera This castle is in unacceptable condition!

The little boy Finley called Fidget was squirming as much as usual. The little giggly girl was doing her thing too. The others were moving and making noise, though nothing particularly concerning. With a quiet sigh, Raven returned her attention to the little nibbler, mostly because he was treating her nipple like a chew toy.

It didn't hurt, exactly, because he didn't have teeth. But it sort of chafed. There was nothing she could do about it, really, other than gently lick her own teats whenever he tired of one and moved on to abuse another. Perhaps she would have to take a break and visit the badger den, find something to make a poultice to soothe them. For now, it would just have to wait.