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He stared down at the water, his pincers slowly opening and closing, their reflection dancing on the nearly opaque, foamy surface. “You remind me of home. Of my freedom. I would do anything for you.”
“My mate feels good in my clasper arms. Not as good as when I am inside you, or when you taste me, but I like holding you. I want to carry you.”
“You are the flower with the sweetest nectar that is worth risking the thorns.”
“Do you ever miss the before-time?” His upper hands stroked over my hair. “No. You weren’t there.”
