@GoldenLionLord Does he enjoy seeing her in it again? It doesnโt fit her chest or waistline quite as well anymore, sheโs a bigger womanโฆ
But it brings back old memories.
Sheโs trying on an old outfit, from her days battling the Gloam Eyed Queen and when she first appeared in the Mountain Top of the Giants.
Itโs a hornsent garbโฆ it hurts to wear nowโฆ
Yetโฆ itโs also the outfit she wore while pregnant with her firstbornsโฆ
Love and agony.
@GoldenLionLord Tooth-whip. Poor tooled surgery. The mark of melted and fused flesh and bone and bodies. Where many numen made one woman in the horrors of the jars.
She made a quiet sound, anxiety. A fragility meant only for him.
A Queenโs body, bathed in gold hides many things. Many scars and marks and imperfections and the cracks of a stone body reconstructed.
โForgive meโฆ for not being as perfect as my statues claimโฆโ
Marks of motherhood, slavery, and everything in betweenโฆ
@WarriorNepheli Marika moaned loudly and happily. Immediately her nearby guards drew their weapons on the woman, but Marika waved them off.
โLittle warrior, I could break you in an instantโฆโ
She purred, coldly.
โSo if you want meโฆ beg.โ
She smiled, slipping her dress off her shoulders
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@GoldenLionLord Husband dearestโฆ most of those are the marks of whips and evolutionโฆ there is no honour to be found in marks of survivalโฆ
If I have honour for any marks, itโs the stretch marks on my stomach, the bite mark on my neck, and the scars around my womanhood from our first time.
โWellโฆ~โ
She giggled lustfully and lightly slapped her face with the meat.
โStrip, then suck.โ
She commanded, with a maternal dominant tone, but her motherly gentleness still audible.
Marika purred softly. It wasnโt overly huge. It was warm and had some weight to it. Pulsing softly in her hands and leaking precum onto her face. It smelt of wheat and fresh berries.
โIf itโs too much, just say so dear, I donโt mind just having a visual aid.โ