I growled and he only smiled, picking up a strange tool and bringing it to his fingertips. "Two or three?" I gaped, and then fell back, flattened with another teasing threat of an orgasm, only for it to be stolen away again. "What?!" A strange crunching, clipping sound echoed with my gasping breaths, and I sat up again to see that Laszlo had cut away one of his talons. "No!" I cried, sobering briefly. "You don't have—" He clipped another away. "Two or three?" he asked, filing the dulled tips to round them.
