[ there is some great desperate yawning need in her that claws for him to understand, with her hand gripped tight around his cock and her nails dug tighter into his stomach, where she wants to scream in his face until he really understands why orin did what she did. of course she had to stick that knife into his skill, there was no other way forward. she couldn't play second fiddle any longer.

he might understand, if he remembered, because he would have done it to her before long. but he doesn't, and orin can't ever make him remember, but maybe she can make him understand. ]

If you would have me kneeling, you had better cut the tendons in my ankles and force me down, it will happen no other way.

[ she says it like a loving promise, gasped like sweet nothings. her legs part, thigh hitching up around his leg to draw him in closer. orin gives up the attempt to scrape through into his small intestine, and opts to wrap a hand around his neck instead. it's not aggressive, not yet, just a light pressure at the sides of his throat where her fingers dig in. ]

But if you mean to have me as I am, then take me, blood of mine, before I tire of this and find another to satisfy my needs.