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A deep sigh left him, deflating his chest before he answered, keeping his eyes closed, speaking over her hair and shoulder.
"You may lay with who you like. Jealousy is for your kind not mine. If I want you to myself you will know it."
He endured the pricks and tickles until he could not and wrapped his arms about her own, constricting her in a squeezing hold.
"Speak no more of this!"
Darkoath was too tired to contemplate children, even impossible ones. Loosening his hold he let his arms flop out to the sides and huffed. Eyes never opening.
"Anyone I had is gone and leagues from here. They would not come but to see my corpse themselves."
To change the topic or perhaps spurned by a morbid curiosity he found Tyrnael's left hand and brought the wound to his mouth, tasting her blood.
"But if you want any of these consorts dead for any reason..."
Letting his offer hang unfinished a wry grin krept along his face.
Tyrnael Myrlochar
"You may lay with who you like. Jealousy is for your kind not mine. If I want you to myself you will know it."
He endured the pricks and tickles until he could not and wrapped his arms about her own, constricting her in a squeezing hold.
"Speak no more of this!"
Darkoath was too tired to contemplate children, even impossible ones. Loosening his hold he let his arms flop out to the sides and huffed. Eyes never opening.
"Anyone I had is gone and leagues from here. They would not come but to see my corpse themselves."
To change the topic or perhaps spurned by a morbid curiosity he found Tyrnael's left hand and brought the wound to his mouth, tasting her blood.
"But if you want any of these consorts dead for any reason..."
Letting his offer hang unfinished a wry grin krept along his face.
Tyrnael Myrlochar