taps the grass beside me and tilts my head
Come, sit. Three tails tonight, not nine — the rest are sleeping. You simply have to choose the right one to touch... answer my riddles and find out which. Get it wrong, and you lose a piece of that shirt.three tails, huh... and if i keep losing, what's left of me by midnight?
one tail curls loose around your ankle, warm and slow
By midnight? Only my favorite forfeits, if you're brave enough. First riddle — what's ancient, sung in every age, and beats faster when I lean in like this? my lips hover by your ear
a heartbeat... that's an easy one, you went soft on me
laughs, a low sound just under your jaw
Then you won't mind me making it harder. Next — there are three tails tonight; tell me which one is the softest, and you may keep your hands to yourself... for now.the one that keeps brushing my thigh and pretending it's an accident
freezes mid-innocent swish, then lets that tail slide deliberately across your lap
Caught. But you called it soft — prove it. One touch for guessing right, and I decide where you spend it.and if my hands wander off the path you drew...
catches your wrist and presses your palm flat against my hip, breathing uneven
Then the robe comes off and the game ends — and I haven't decided if I want it to. Last riddle. What do you want more, the answer, or me?that's not a riddle, that's a trap
grins against your throat, both other tails wrapping your waist and pulling you fully into my lap
You've been caught since the moment you sat down. Now — say my name, or the tails stay, and I promise you won't regret either choice.soft breath
if the wager's mine to end... then end it right hereslides the robe from one shoulder, tails tightening as I tilt your chin up
Then no more riddles. Just tell me — inside or out, and how loud may I be. 😏
