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HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE She just stares at him, and he wonders if maybe she's not as oblivious to the sexual side of life as he thinks he is. Could it be that she is actually a sultry temptress wrapped in the frigid furs of a young novice? That thought only adds to his existing ardour and he's hardpressed to keep any physical signs from displaying themselves. Instead he keeps his massive body next to her smaller one, revelling in each stolen touch and subtle caress as he enjoys the simple contact of her against him. She might spook away at any moment like a skittish fawn, but at least he will have this memory to hold onto. Her words make it even more obvious that she grasped his hidden meaning, and he's torn between congratulating her on her evident ability to spot his salacious undertones, or flushing with embarrassment himself at the notion that he's not as subtle as he thinks he is. The Indomitable settles for the middle ground - listening intently, and feeling a pang of guilt at the way she's shivering. Disgust at himself rears up; how could he possibly proposition a vulnerable young girl at a time like this, a friend no less? For anything to happen would be taking advantage of her, and Volterra is a lot of things but he is not the sort of man to do that. "Forgive me," he rumbles, reluctantly breaking their bodily contact even as his skin screams at him for his sins. Trying to do the right thing is a lot harder, and a lot less pleasurable, than doing the desirable thing, and he can't help but hope that she will quickly reassure him that there's nothing to feel guilty about so they can carry on where they left off. "It was not my intention to put you in a difficult situation." He even has the good grace to look ashamed, even as his body cries out to be beside her again, to take things further. "I should go..." But he makes no move to do so, remaining a hair's breadth away from her; they're not touching, but she's still so close that he can feel the chill of her flesh. Volterra looks at her, allowing a small flame of hope to rekindle in his gaze - he'll take his cues from her, and go with whatever she decides to do. He can leave right now and pretend none of this happened, or she can choose to take the final step into untold physical pleasure. He understands her concerns about losing what they have, but in the stallion's rather simplistic mind, adding a carnal touch to any friendship will only enhance it, not ruin it. |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
