Okay, so the plan was to let them practice whatever remedy they had on my wounds, but I did not plan for them to lay me down on the floor of our cave and pick every single part of my body.
I get that Damar claims he has a healing saliva, but what's Fenric's excuse?
I couldn't even push them away, because something told me this was their way of comforting themselves after what had just happened.
They roamed their tongues over my body, licking my wounds, like a mother lion licking their cub clean.
At this point, what started as their attempt to make me feel better was becoming something sensual, and I was doing my best to hold back my voice.
They stayed silent as they continued with this.
Unlike how they looked like hungry beasts when they tried to devour me, this time, there was none of that. In fact, it was with something steadier, almost solemn.
Fenric's presence loomed close, warm and restless, as if he were afraid that stepping away would let everything shatter again.
