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ASHLEY
There is a pause here. Ashley’s ears flick forward. Nayl’s posture isn’t just perfect—it is pristine. And he is no idiot. He can smell the scent of another on her pelt, and the way she is just prim and proper. Just so.
You’re trying too hard, Nayl.
He tilts his head, before causing his wings to appear in a flash. A rear, and his muscles flex with the athleticism of someone one quarter of his age—immortality has its perks, after all. With a thunderous clap, his wings push through the air and he is on all fours again, driving a downcurrent of air rushing past them both. The breeze tosses hair and his golden eyes flash at her before he steps up to her—he has no reason to fear her. There is nothing about her that intimidates him. Her flashing eyes and strinking body get to him in a way that they would get to a man who could breathe—but she is not all that she appears to be.
But he would reserve judgment.
He steps into her, leading her towards the clearing of trees she speaks of. “Well then come, and experience the exotic wonders of Ischia.” He smiles at her, hesitant to call her friend, and waiting simply to call her bluff. And yet, as he cocks his head towards the treeline he has just appeared through, he moves that same bespoke palm branch, before he takes a purposeful step. The path, little more than a humble trail, opens up wide, lining the way with curbs of stargazer lilies. Wild, beautiful, and fragrant, just like her. “Make yourself at home here in my jungle. There is a small river that lets out into a rather sizeable spring in the middle of this island. The crowning jewel of this place, to be sure…”
He steps aside, allowing her to enter first, his eyes on the way her body moves. Everything beautiful. Everything perfect, like Chanel.
Everything Calculated.
and the girls caressed me down ughhh that's that lovin' sound
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