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Kigipigak clicked his teeth, which she responded to by slowly licking one of her canines. She took a slight step sideways to offer a tiny amount more space for him, but she was still very much invading. It didn't surprise the fire woman to hear him butthurt over Njord, only that he didn't openly call her a slut. It is Freyja who blessed me with beauty, she answered coolly. But I do not seek husbands, my pet, she said, tail flicking as she moved away and in front of him, offering a brief and crude view of her hind end before turning.
It was accurate. She had no desire for marriage. It was only the pleasant endowments of men that she hunted for, that and their pitiful, easily guided minds. Kigipigak had become a failure to her, an experiment that she could not leash properly. Only the comfort of men, she licked her lips.