@BoltMixologist hips rock back against his bulge ; and forwards against his fingers ใ the stimuli seems yo just melt the poor girl . even worse when he nibbles at her ear like so .
โ hnnngh ใ are you not
@BoltMixologist twitching ; whining as those fingers of his expertly navigate swollen clit . she hasnt been touched in eons its no wonder shes acting so needy for him .
โ feels ,, feels so good .. โ
โ well i think it was 1965 around then ใ some american army man ใ i have his picture somewhere โโ hes dead now
but we wrote pretty often โ
shrug .
โ anything plant related really ใ theyโre all sensitive to my presence is all . yes! at least i can look at them ! โ finger taps chin; thinking . thinking about her last penpal
"Ah, I see... Does that include plants mingled with a bit of divine energy? Either way, at the very least you can look at them."
He had an inkling that Mortis was trustworthy, as far as things like that went. Still, he'd nod, smiling back at her.
"Yeah, it's kinda like a --
@BoltMixologist white panties parted ใ his fingers feel so warm against her skin . a muffled whine comes from her as his fingers slide against sticky cunt . โ g - good ! haa h ,, keep going please .. โ
โ sure ! i like plants ใ it sucks that i cant touch them though .
plants are very susceptible to my aura โ shrugging ใ pressing lips flat together for a second before shes peering up at tobias
He wanted to give her the best treatment he could, so she was in luck then, huh? Still, he'd find it cute she was taking it all in.
"Oh, I'd love to see them. I could send you photos of my plants then, if you'd like?"
He had quite the range, both in his balcony garden and --
the thought of all the olives spilling out of her mouth makes her smile ; well ใ smile as wide as she can anyways . โ theyll all thpill outh !! โ speech muffled by a surplus of olives .
@BoltMixologist โ just enjoy yourself โ it immediately relaxed eons worth of stress ใ her body simply loosens ๏ฝค legs parting slowly for his hands .
โ nghh ,, i trust youโll take care of me then .. โ
she mutters
@SeaSirenhearted โ if youโre sure about it . your name is * ๐ถdrian ใ correct ?? โ
asking as she points his way with blackened fingers ; like frostbite .
sheโs very insightful .
โ you look like youโve seen a ghost ใ is that so ? โ
she asks ใ taking the cup from him ,, filling it up with normal water just to hand the cup back .
she doesnt want to pry .
he drinks it damn near instantly, and it doesnโt seem to matter to him if the temperature is scorching hot. his body is designed to change temperature to adjust to anything- designed, designed, all he was, is a design made up from the dead.
@BoltMixologist โ c - cant seem to pick my brain at the moment .. ggguhh โ
hips jerk a little โpon feeling that clothed mast poking her behind .
shes all flustered now ใ from ear to ear really .
@BoltMixologist absolute chills and goosebumps as he whispers into her ear &, gropes her soft squishy thighs . โ i - i wouldnt mind this personally but .. โ trailing off now as she rocks in his lap .
she can be very sweet ใ and sour if she wants . heโs lucky heโs such a gentleman . cue her looking all around as they walk . usually she just fades to wherever she wants to be .
He'd make sure she was nice and close, greatly enjoying her presence as they walked along. Who would've thought that Death could be so sweet, after all? And so very, very attractive-- He was getting distracted again.
"Of course, it's no problem at all, dear. They're useful --
@SeaSirenhearted โ youโll upset your stomach if you drink too fast ใcalm down a touch if you can muster it ,, โ advises she as hes handed a wool blanket and a pitcher of water instead of the small tea cup.