“The tentacle around her neck squeezed tighter in warning. She made an annoyed noise but hushed at my stern look. “Lamb, we’ve agreed to do as I like to, remember? If I say I want to kneel down and worship this cunt, I will, and you won’t question it. Understand?”
―
Kimberly Lemming,
That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf
