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[massrez]

☙INBOX text ♔ audio ♙ video ♔ action Kindly leave your missives and they will be responded to with utmost haste. May you walk in the Light.

Done this day by my hand, King Anduin Llane Wrynn

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[massrez]

[ You did very good, Gilia. Gold star and many soft forehead kisses. ]

I'm not at all opposed to that idea. If that's something you'd care to try.

[ And her other form doesn't frighten him in the least. How could it? He knows her, loves her, no matter what shape she's in. ]

You know you need only ever ask.

[seaboard]

[ She loves her husband so, so, so damn much. ]

I shall try.

[ Which goes without saying - ]

... I... I liked it too when you... took charge of me. That was... thatwasverylovelytoo.

[ :T!! ]

[massrez]

When I...

Ah. The last festival, you mean.

[seaboard]

Yes. Yes, then. Of course, I did not mean to push you in a way you did not like. Not at all, but it was... so wonderful when you held me so tightly. For a little while, it was...

[ Embarassed, she has to stop again. ]

[massrez]

No, I. I understand you.

And it is no easy thing to ask for.

[seaboard]

No, I... I definitely do not think I could say it to anyone but you.

And I liked the playing, too. Your eyes were so bright, it was wonderful.

[massrez]

I'm glad you can.

I wasn't sure...after all of that happened, I confess I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Any of it. At least not at the time.

[seaboard]

... Did you like it?

[massrez]

I did.

That's what worried me.

[seaboard]

Do you worry you pushed too much?

Or that the feeling of control made you act a way you did not think you should?

[massrez]

More the latter, I suppose.

I told you about how before, I'd hurt someone. It's that fear, crossing that line without meaning to. I'd never want you to feel unsafe with me.

[seaboard]

I trust you with my life, and yes, my body. Never have I felt less than beautiful and safe with you.

But... Yes, I worry the same. So - [As always, when not trapped in her own concerns, she elects to be practical above all else. ]

Jacob rather likes to tumble me roughly sometimes. So I have a word to tell him if he's gone too far. 'Marsh' is mine. That means I need you to stop now so I can breath or that I have had too much for now.

[massrez]

I'm familiar with those words, yes.

[seaboard]

Perfect! Now you can ask if you have gone too far, and I can tell you - so you need not worry, just ask.

[ There she stops, breathing out slowly a moment. Courage, Gilia, they are talking about it are they not? ]

I... It pleased me also. When you grabbed me so tightly and held me down to strike me like you did. It made me feel like I was all yours, even afterwards, when I still had the little marks you left behind. I did not quite realise just how much I could take and it only... I craved it more even after we left the fire.

[She might use the word if she knew it, about that kind of submission, how good it was for someone so constantly worried about presenting herself, controlling everything about herself, was not allowed it for awhile. So instead
she muddles through like always. ]

It was like I existed just for you, and I did not have to care about ought else.

[massrez]

I know that feeling as well.

I just hadn't thought that you would want that. Though it does make sense, as much as we think alike on some matters.

[seaboard]

I did not think I would like it so much either, it is not... Not what a either of us I think were supposed to want. I only know to be a loving wife and my duties in regards to it. I only had a brief idea before I came here... and I did not want you think I was unseemly or... presumptive of you to want those things.

[Royal children don't have private acts even their most intimate moments, that seemed at all the differences in their lives, the one that remained the same. That came to the endless point: duty was all that mattered.

Pleasure, preference? If it came into it, it was luck, and never planned. ]

[massrez]

I could never think that of you.

[seaboard]

[ She can do this, she can do this, Jacob showed her it doesn't have to be so terrifying to say in her right mind. ]

Then I wish to tie your hands. To put you to your knees.

And have you worship every inch of my body.

[ - That, even thinking of it, makes some part of her burn, that flickers in her voice with the sheer idea of it. ]

[massrez]

[ Oh, that--

There's a slight hoarseness to his voice. ]

...gladly.

[seaboard]

[ Don't giggle in excitement, Gilia, it will ruin the mood. ]

And then when you are done, I shall give you such pleasure you do not even know your own name, only mine. Only ever mine.

[massrez]

...then I may ask something of you, as well.

[ Since they're giving voice to these. Particular sort of things. ]

[seaboard]

Certainly, husband. Whatever you wish for, simply ask?

[massrez]

Do you remember when we'd spoken of...

Well, it was after Jacob voiced an interest in. Something rather strange.

[seaboard]

His list? Where he had all these things he wanted to do?

[Oh! ]

My tentacles?

[massrez]

Yes, that.

And I'd told you I wanted to refrain from using anything like that, because of an experience earlier in my stay here in the city.