He did not finish inside her, which was for the best, because — Mor did not have any intention of having children until and unless she managed to fix her curse. But now she was bruised, with come spread across her abdomen and the sheets, and Brooks looked embarrassed. She couldn't have that — not yet, at least.

"Touch me," Mor whined, "I want to —"

she wanted to get off, but demanding it like that was a bit much even for her after the vague degradation they'd engaged in throughout the encounter.

  

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Unsatisfactory. He knew he was out of practice, but damn. Not something he wanted hanging over his head either. He leaned in, following the command easily enough, pressing in with his hand, going based on her reactions on where and how much pressure to apply, hoping to lean into earlier.

It felt insufficient though, so he backed off the bed, hauling her with him toward the edge as he knelt on the floor, applying an entirely different set of skills to hopefully get a better result.

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