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There, the streaming tail is within prising teeth, drawing, wresting, releasing only to run a damp chin up to the base. He nuzzles the slim hip and stretches out over her arced body, taking the siren’s chest within one arm and bracing their weight with the other. His deel covers them both and beneath it teeth comb through salted furs, preening, pulling, savoring Daiyu’s taste. He drags lips over eartips, murmuring in words of the steppe, and when they are past any need for speech the horselord draws her back onto him with a pleasured grunt.
