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I did not deserve Mother’s affection. Nor would I permit myself to get attached.
😔
I would peg her
Poet. Was that his name? What sort of pretentious moniker was that?
The familiar scents of woodsmoke and sage wafted from his skin, mingling with new aromas. I detected notes of amber and vetiver, which didn’t come naturally from him.
this kind of scent talk outside of abo always annoys me lmao
The cleft between my legs warmed, blood gushing to the apex of my thighs, and a curious but gentle ache filled the intimate seam.
😟
my inner folds
squeaked like aroused mice.
orb.
In a syrupy tone, the jester said, “Highness.” “Sirrah,” I clipped, deliberately choosing to address him by an inferior status.
“I know what you’re doing. Spare me the comely words.” “But I saved them just for you.”
“You cannot address me in that manner.” “Perish the thought. But something more compatible, I agree. Sweet Thorn, perhaps? ’Tis the best I can do on short notice.”
Primly, I shook off the terms ripe, virgin, and sexual. I considered doing the same with cherry.
Presently, Cadence swayed her tits in an unspoken invitation. Juggle these, if you please.
“I dismiss bigots,” I said. “I don’t dismiss lovers.”
“A meaningless …” “Allow me,” I volunteered. “The phrase you’re looking for is a meaningless fuck.” She stiffened, her pupils dilating with offense. “A meaningless bout of carnal relations.”
Does it sound like I’d had malicious intent in mind? Pay attention and find out …
is this his diary or
“He’s my heartbeat. He’s my greatest achievement.” He narrowed his eyes, slitting them like blades, and his voice sliced through the room. “He’s mine.”
I had witnessed happiness here—the brave kind, the sort I didn’t have any longer but missed.
That’s how it felt to be near him—unsteady and unpredictable. If I lost my balance, the fall would be steep, and the landing would hurt.
“What would you care to know?” However partial, my willingness caught Poet off guard. He opened his mouth but then closed it, apparently changing his mind about whatever he’d been ready to ask. “Your favorite Season,” he said at last. A chuckle burst from my lips. “Well, now you’re getting too personal.”
okay katniss and peeta
“This is foolish.” “I’ll be the judge of what’s foolish,” he remarked. “That’s what I’m known for. Then again, I’m off duty.” His lips slanted. “Be foolish with me, Briar.”
He had the stomach to make the world laugh, when that same world would laugh at his son.
“I’ve addressed the whole of my kingdom,” I told him. “I’ve reassured peasants and rallied armies with my mother. But with no one around, I’ve managed to stay your tongue, and it feels just as remarkable.” I glanced away. “And it’s awful.”
“Appalling,” Poet amended. “Appalling is a better word.” “Does that mean you’re confirming or denying my effect on you?” “Frankly, denying your effect on me is getting old quickly.”
“I don’t want to fall again and be embarrassed. But you?” I poked his belly. “You’re brave. You’ll get right back up and try again. It would be a shame not to, because even the birds must risk crashing before they can fly. Your father has fallen, too. He just won’t admit it.” “Old Jinny will tell us about that, if we ask her,” Nicu whispered, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Then we shall,” I whispered back.
Warmth poured into that forbidden notch, a wet rush that coated my inner walls.
not my fav
She defended the jester whom she despises and befriended the child whom society expects her to shackle. She dances in front of mirrors. She cherishes a minstrel. That makes an authentic heart, and that’s what makes a leader.
“You lead two lives, yet you have the gall to accuse me of pretending. You have no right!” “My excuse is three feet tall and has my eyes. What’s yours?” My excuse had my eyes, too. But he was dead.
This barest of touches did more to ruin me than any plunge into a wet and waiting body ever had.
my sac
:(
epic damage
swiping her covered pussy over my erection.
please why are we doing this from poet’s pov
I couldn’t tell anymore if we were kissing or fighting.
My sac throbbed
:/
Not only did I wish to help bathe her, to coast my fingers over her bare, wet flesh. Nay, I wanted to wash the muck from her hair, to rinse her skin until she tingled with satisfaction. I wanted to take care of her.
“I miss my father, too. But I must be brave about it,” she said. “And I think you can be brave. Let’s try together. Before you know it, your papa will return. He’s always done so, isn’t that right?” “Yes,” Nicu hiccupped whilst fisting her sleeves and resting his profile in the crook of her neck. “Then you are lucky,” the princess admitted, her misty expression betraying her.
killing muself
Remorse gnawed on my ribs. In eight years, I had shared with him every possible truth. I leaned back and gazed at him. “There’s nothing more to tell.”
boo you whore
He sat before a mirror, clad in an open robe of dusty pink, the satin falling over a pair of tight-fitting ebony pants. In his reflection, he drew a path of kohl beneath his eyelids and smudged the pleat with his thumb.
I love him
“In my humble fool’s opinion, you don’t know your own strength. For pity’s sake, look at what you did to the urn. Loutish princess.”
More to discover. More to savor. The moon’s reflection bathed my skin. I raised my arms and spun. I didn’t care if I tripped. Because if I did fall, I would simply pick myself up.
Unfortunately, she cawed like a frustrated crow instead of replicating a female in the throes of a climax.
For devil’s sake, I shuffled my feet like an antsy juvenile. I begged like one, too. “Stay,” I said, the word raw on my tongue. Briar shook her head and pleaded, “Why are you doing this?” “Because I lack the strength not to.”
“I see you. I see your resilience and strength of will. I see your determination and tenacity. I see your desire for control and your longing to dance. I see your integrity and daring, even when every other fool in a packed room fails to. I see it all, and I want it all, for you’ve bewitched me out of my wicked fucking mind.”
“You’re every bitter and euphoric feeling I have. You’re in every word I speak, every move I make. All of it is you. Whatever happens from now on, you will be my ecstasy and my downfall.
a sexy torture device,
“May I touch you, Princess?”
licking the tip of his snaggletooth.
“How I’d love taste your pussy and fuck you tenderly.”
“That won’t do, sweeting,” he murmured, then guided my hands to his buttocks. They were tight and sculpted, with indentations in the sides. As they flexed under my palms, heat eddied through my walls.
I felt the circumference of him, the shape and mass of his cock, topped by a broad crown.
doing geometry I see
