Northstar Vale i wouldn’t want my child married to a jailbird (dmn.)

archiving!

Maddened, perhaps, as much as both men she had once taken between her thighs and into her body with love love love had so deemed her to be
I deserve it I deserve it why did they not give it back why why why why please
for Andraste was terrible, tearful as she descended upon her subject, shifting this gangly jailbird with a rough wreathing beneath her and thrusting with some anxious abandon into lean-sculpted loin; snarling pinching the base of her skull, slathering, slavering; spitting of all that had been taken from her lied unto her, lead on let go let go lead on! and lost! and
her apostle spirited from her, deprived Undómiel looked upon the siren lain upon her ridge; hissing, haughty, heady; daring the selkie if she might like to be cast asunder beneath gaunt baneful conquering hips as well.

Seelie, unseelie;
insatiable and aprowl.