[The instinct to fight when she claws at his chest rises within him like a wave and ebbs like the tide. A sound escapes him, confused and pained at first, before it melts to a groan. His hands fly up her chest with the intent to wrestle them away before another flood of endorphins hits him and the abuse becomes ... almost as pleasant as it was thrilling.
The click he hears in the back of her mouth causes the hair on his arms to raise. She is still thinking about devouring him. She must be.
Later, he will be embarrassed of how the abuse has aroused him. But for now, the weight of Yennefer’s new form coaxes him into lifting his hips into the hands that work at the waistband of his pants. He cannot sit up while she is leaning on him, nor could his nails even dream of ruining her the same way she ruins him.
If he was enjoying it (and he was — the slightest brush of her hands while working at his pants promised that much), then perhaps it was just...normal.]
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The click he hears in the back of her mouth causes the hair on his arms to raise. She is still thinking about devouring him. She must be.
Later, he will be embarrassed of how the abuse has aroused him. But for now, the weight of Yennefer’s new form coaxes him into lifting his hips into the hands that work at the waistband of his pants. He cannot sit up while she is leaning on him, nor could his nails even dream of ruining her the same way she ruins him.
If he was enjoying it (and he was — the slightest brush of her hands while working at his pants promised that much), then perhaps it was just...normal.]