Cubefall with Emcee

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Sinric's room is much as it was last time Emcee visited, although the bar has kindly upgraded the size of his bed to a queen to fit this rather larger body.

The only thing out of place is a rather ornate Sino court costume, stuffed unceremoniously into a chest in the corner, the fine silk crushed.

Sinric ignores it, rather pointedly and offers Emcee his hand. "Would you like a drink? I've grown rather fond of the mead the Northmen favour."

He feels strangely nervous and unsure.

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"Tell me?" he begs, panting. "How I can make this best for you?"

[i_am_your_host]

She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.

"You have this body now," she murmurs huskily. "Use it. Show off the strength you didn't have before. Overpower me."

[thewidewideworld]

He nods and swallows. Dominance doesn't come naturally to him but he understands why Emcee desires it. Why he has desired it in the past.

He arches back to see her better, staying inside her as he runs his strong, large hands over her chest, cupping her breasts and kissing them greedily. His hands move again, up her arms, his touch firm as he starts to thrust again.