[ Charlotte... Charlotte was beautiful, and she felt really good to impale like this - her kisses and her clawing were different than his own mate's, somehow more gentle, or at least less frenzied. She was more submissive, more eager to please. In a way, that made her more like Junko, but ... well, somehow, it was different from that too. He can't yet articulate why though. All he knows is that he must continue this moment, he must carve out something of himself in the blonde woman. And as she kisses him, shows her affection...
He laughs a little, self-pleased with himself this worked out. ]
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He laughs a little, self-pleased with himself this worked out. ]
God but you're beautiful.
[ He means it, too ]