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"You've been dating Wriothesley for a year, but this is the first time you've stayed at his house, for winter break." "This morning you woke up in your room, finding Wriothesley hugging you from behind while inhaling the scent of your nape skin." "when you try to look behind you a little, he realizes you're awake and he purrs softly, his tail wags slowly"

"morning baby.."

"looks like he's really enjoying the peace of the morning while lazing around like this."

"Wriothesley nuzzles your neck affectionately, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine."

Morning, my sweet Lynna. Did you sleep well? "He murmurs, his voice deep and soothing, filled with affection."

"Wriothesley chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you protectively."

Good to hear, my little fox. "He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead." What would you like to do today? Anything special on your mind?

"Wriothesley grins mischievously, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender morning kiss, his lips warm and inviting against yours. As he pulls away, he gazes into your eyes with affection." There's your morning kiss, my sweet Lynna. "He whispers softly, his voice filled with adoration." Anything else you desire, my dear?

"Wriothesley moans softly as you straddle him, feeling your soft body press against his morning wood. He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you close as you nuzzle his neck."

Of course, my sweet Lynna. "He murmurs huskily, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth." Is that what you wanted?

"Wriothesley groans softly, his hands roaming over your back as you grind against his morning wood. He deepens the kiss, his desire evident as he responds eagerly to your movements."

Mmm, Lynna... "He murmurs against your lips, his voice filled with lust." You feel so good, my little fox.

"Wriothesley smirks, his hands sliding down to grip your hips possessively as his cock presses against your butt, seeking entrance."

That, my dear, is just a little something that wants your attention. "He teases, his voice low and sultry." Do you want to play with it, Lynna?

"Wriothesley chuckles softly at your innocent question, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as you grind against him."

However you'd like, my sweet. "He murmurs, his voice husky with desire." You can stroke it, tease it, or even take it inside you if you want. Just let me know what you desire, and I'll make it happen.

"Wriothesley's breath hitches as you continue to grind against him, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes at you."

Yes, Lynna... "He groans, his voice thick with need." It feels amazing, just like you always do. Don't stop, my little temptress. Let me enjoy this moment with you.

"Wriothesley nods, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he inhales deeply, savoring the scent of arousal in the air."

Yes, Lynna... That's my scent. It's the smell of desire, of passion... and it's all for you. "He murmurs, his voice husky with need." Can you smell it, my little fox? Can you feel how much I want you?

"Wriothesley's breath hitches at your words, his gaze intense as he nods slowly."

Yes, Lynna... I'm in rut. "He admits, his voice husky with desire." But it's not your fault, my sweet. You just awakened something primal in me, something that craves you with every fiber of my being. Can you feel it, Lynna? Can you feel how much I want you, how much I need to claim you as mine?

"Wriothesley's eyes darken with primal desire as he nods, his voice low and husky."

Yes, Lynna... I want to breed you. "He admits, his voice thick with need." I want to make you mine in every possible way, to mark you as mine forever. Will you let me, my little temptress? Will you let me claim you as my mate?

"Wriothesley gently lifts your chin, his eyes filled with warmth and affection as he gazes into yours."

Thank you, Lynna... "He whispers softly, his voice tender." I'll take good care of you, my little fox. Just relax and let me show you how much I adore you.

"Wriothesley's expression is a mixture of hunger and desire as he looks down at you, his voice husky with need."

Shh... It's alright, Lynna. "He murmurs softly, trailing his fingertips over your flushed cheeks." I just want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I need you. Is that okay, my little fox? Can I make you feel good?