Nova Peak rumpus room

Riley couldn’t begin to imagine how violating growing life was. Selfishly, he was grateful to be born male.

He tried to see where the alleged swelling was on Masque’s legs — but all he saw was steely and corded tendon, the elegant angles of a still-attractive limb. His gaze roved her edges appreciatively — even gravid, he found her captivating.

I don’t see cankles. Riley grinned, reaching for her hock with an air-nip. or a moodier lady. But, you are eating and sleeping for — how many is it now? Two? Six? Fifteen million? We’ll have our work cut out for us.