>>490385"Good. Good.
So, what did you plan to do with your newfound gift of life? Back to school?"
>>490386Indeed.
She eases you into it, with a careful, easy touch.
But she quickly gets bored of that and gores right to the rough play, leaving you kicking and tearing up as she disregards all inhibition or basic rules of mutual enjoyment and just goes right at it, enjoying every muffled scream and paned struggle.
But this changes when she turns back and sees your face, and your expression of pain and terror. She eases up, and almost apologetically tends to the bruises she left, caring for your needs and disregarding her own, easing you to a gentle, pleasant end before yanking on the tie and letting you loose
"Sorry… got kinda carried away, didn't I?"
>>490394She is probably at the Rockeye palace with Highhorn at this hour.
>>490396>>490397The gift wagons, all dozen of them, are in the storage areas near the secondary teleportation bay.
A few of the guards that came with them are milling about, somewhat annoyed.
Upon seeing you, they come to meet up, speaking in greek
"Greetings of the Empress, Liviana. We fought everything from import tax collectors to roadside bandits to get these to you through Snowborder."