i’ll stop talking about the wank soon but i just came across something that essentially said “fictional characters cant consent” and i just want to die
The hairs on the back of
his neck stiffened and he stopped what he was doing and looked around.
The large, toned wendigo crouched behind him, watching him. He was very
much how one would describe a monster, teeth and nails sharper than
metal, and a temper to rival a storm. Yet, this beast was kinder than
any of the inhabitants of his old village.
Rhys felt his cheeks heat. “Oh,” he smiled warmly. “When did you get here?”
“You
felt me a lot quicker than usual. Either the magic of the woods is
finally getting to you or you were already thinking of me.” He watched
Rhys closely, eyes narrowing on the fresh flush at his cheeks. He
smirked. “You were thinking of me? Was it fondly?”
After a month as the wendigo’s mate, Rhys finally feels comfortable enough to be just a little more intimate.
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