Date: 2014-12-08 04:53 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] not_trogdor
not_trogdor: (I don't smile)
His grip tightened against around her neck until she could only whimper through his hold. While his free reached for her shirt and tore it away. This was clearly what she wanted and he couldn't say he hated the idea.

Volga wasn't shy of his body and he had his own needs to attend but he wasn't really concerned about what needs she might have.

"More then." His growled as he stood over her. His own armor might get in the way but for now he wanted to play.
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