She is surprized that he admitted to that, a part of her wants to cut his boyish face, its stocky strong jawed and he has a wide forehead. He looks more like an elf then a Firigin. Not rough enough, she opens her mouth when he continues to caress her. Her eyes become distance, what is he doing? She had never before felt something like that. "Your not going to punish me?" she asked before he grabbed a hold of her wrist fighting her over her dagger.
His face is an inch from her's when she looks him in the eye staring into his matching orbs, With one knee he makes her grunt into it. Already she lets out a chuckle. Feeling him pin her to the bed. "That old thing? It's not meant to kill you," she admitted rather rudely, "It's a keep sake," she rolled her eyes feeling his sour breath on her face. "Besides dose it really matter if I have some protection? I don't know what your going to do to my body after all," she felt some pain as he kept her in place.
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