"You're sure?" Roshan asked.
"I'm sure." She looked at him. Then at Nyx. "I'm terrified of how this is physically going to work. But I want it anyway. I want YOU. Both of you."
She managed a shaky laugh.
"Even if you're both packing literal weapons in your pants."
Roshan's grin was slow and wicked.
"We'll be gentle."
"At first," Nyx added.
And despite her nervousness, despite her shock, despite everything—
Faelyn felt heat flood through her that had nothing to do with biology and everything to do with anticipation.
They moved toward the cave.
Fast but careful.
Faelyn's mind spinning with logistics and nerves and the visceral memory of exactly how thick Roshan's cock had felt in her hand.
'I'm going to need so much prep. Like. SO MUCH.'
[The bond helps! Plus beastmen have this thing where they can—]
'I don't want to know. I'll find out soon enough.'
[Fair. But just so you know, you're going to be VERY happy with how this works out!]
'If I survive.'
