[ He withdraws, sliding her off his shoulders and holding her limply in his arms like a ragdoll. She may as well be, with how small she is compared to him. His cock is half-hard and throbbing for attention, but he knows she can't stay here for too long without someone running in to check on her.
He's gotten used to getting himself off, anyway. He lets her hand brush against its crotch just so she can get a feel for its size, maybe get some anticipation for next time. ]
Free me, Nadine. And I'll make you my Queen.
[ He licks his lips. He knows she thinks she can't free him, but now that he's gotten into her mind a little more, now that she wants him...they can figure something out, he's sure. ]
[All her senses haven't returned, legs trembling and heart racing and body flooded with a host of unfamiliar feelings that leave Nadine reeling. And still there's the awe at his size, how impossibly tiny she feels in his embrace and how impossibly big he is. How impossibly big all of him apparently is.]
I...
[Her voice is soft and slow, of two minds. The word 'can't' dies in her throat, strangled by some stronger impulse.]
It wouldn't be easy.
[How can she even entertain the thought? But on the other hand...how could she not? Whatever he is, Flagg isn't what she'd imagined. Or maybe just convinced herself he was, she doesn't know. Nothing seems particularly certain right now. Here and now, in the circle of his arms, the ghost of his touch on her skin, it seems almost natural that of course she should try to free him.]
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He's gotten used to getting himself off, anyway. He lets her hand brush against its crotch just so she can get a feel for its size, maybe get some anticipation for next time. ]
Free me, Nadine. And I'll make you my Queen.
[ He licks his lips. He knows she thinks she can't free him, but now that he's gotten into her mind a little more, now that she wants him...they can figure something out, he's sure. ]
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I...
[Her voice is soft and slow, of two minds. The word 'can't' dies in her throat, strangled by some stronger impulse.]
It wouldn't be easy.
[How can she even entertain the thought? But on the other hand...how could she not? Whatever he is, Flagg isn't what she'd imagined. Or maybe just convinced herself he was, she doesn't know. Nothing seems particularly certain right now. Here and now, in the circle of his arms, the ghost of his touch on her skin, it seems almost natural that of course she should try to free him.]