Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

though she hesitated at first, she couldn't say no to him. tail wrapped between her thighs, lousine crept back into the den.

are you trying to fatten me up in time for summer? she joked, half-lidded eyes batting at him mischievously. she didn't complain nor argue in any other way — she ate quietly and as politely as she could, given the fact that faust was watching her. she forced him to take at least one piece and, should he stubbornly refuse, she would sit there until he ate it. even if it took all day.

he was a mule of a man, and this she very quickly began to pick up on as soon as they'd met. she still hadn't quite mastered the ways to outsmart him, but she was confident that she would.

do you want children one day, faust?