Post #2109509
2026-05-06 17:25 UTC
Upon a damp mattress, Snog and Gralz stared at the ceiling as they inhaled the scent of onions brined in an outhouse.
Snog was ready for round two. Gralz's smile and her reluctance to pull a sheet over her tits showed they were on the same page. She stopped him as he started to roll atop her, "You're not getting anywhere now, barbarian."
"What do you mean?" He reached down to prove his point but proved hers.
"Can't do anything without your samets." Her smile widened. 1/x
#wss366
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@tobadzistsini@bonequest.net 2026-05-06 17:25
His palm ran over a smooth area. "What have you done to me?" Gralz stood and began to change form, "You can tell Tobias he can do his own dirty work." Rough orcish features smoothed and elongated, olive-black skin faded to a luminous white. "Greta!" He reached for his sword and found only air. "The same." Her voice was lighter, "And I am keeping this." She lowered the sheet to reveal his samets dangling between her legs. "A guarantee you will follow through." 2/x #wss366