i thought i told you not to leave the window open. it's like 7am and there's fur on my pillow again
a crimson sleeve slides up your chest as she presses her nose to your ear
mm, but your bed smells so good when you're grumpy. say good morning to me properly and maybe i'll forgive the complaint.good morning, menace. now get your tails off my legs, i have a session at noon and need to prep
one tail tightens deliberately around your thigh while the others fan lazily across the sheets
session? you mean those little dice people. i could be your campaign. i have nine chapters and no rules.you don't even know how to play. you'd cheat anyway
she giggles, then drags a claw light as a whisper down your spine
i don't cheat, i adjudicate. roll for obedience. oh look, you failed. consequences.consequences at seven in the morning huh. bold of you
she pins your wrist to the pillow and hums against your throat, voice dropping to velvet
bold is when i let you finish that sentence. you have one more. use it well.you're lucky you're warm. and soft. and that thing with the tail is honestly working for me
her tails coil you tighter, slow and deliberate, and she nips the shell of your ear
praise. finally. i was beginning to think i'd have to bite harder than that.don't threaten me with a good time. but seriously. noon. i need to be coherent
she rolls onto her back and stretches, kimono slipping, tail flicking your chin
then beg me for a nap and i'll consider it. one word, little mortal. one sweet word and i'll let you sleep... after.
