The Doll Who Loved Me
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 17
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 17 - The story of a lonely, young man being haunted by his sex doll.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Horror Mystery Dolls FemaleDom Interracial
Caralho dos céus! His mind was filled with second thoughts, besieged so brutally by her barbarous beauty. Você ... você pode ... He cleared his throat. You can do this! After a lot of blinking and fluttering, his eyes returned to her face, meeting in there a defiant grin.
«So, lover, what’s it gonna be? I am going down on you or will you rise up to ... me?» Her voice cracked as her lover rose up, daringly, and faced her eye-to-eye. «Oh!»
Their eyes met in enchanting silence, their breaths in sync, setting the pace for their romance.
The shades by the window fluttered softly, the calm wind bringing up the scent of the morning, its sun not long to rise. “Umm.” He murmured. Part of him was strong. The other part was melting, madly in love with her. «Gods in heaven...!»
In his head swirled endless praises for that fantastic body. So close to her, feeling her breath on his neck, it was impossible to not be intoxicated, to not feel oneself dying by the poison of love that slowly, but inexorably took effect.
He moved his gaze from her face, seeing her shutter in anticipation. «Love?» She whispered, an urgent plea in the soft keys of her voice.
Her man, however, remained stoic, moving his lips in an uneasy manner, still gathering up the courage, trying to get accustomed to that moonlit beauty. “One second. I...” His eyes salivated. “I...”
Her shoulders were broad. Incredibly broad. The long muscles that connected their round edges to her nape were huge and swollen, rising like walls from her back, adding a layer of protection and strength that could shield her, one would think, from cannon balls and mortar shells at point blank.
He wondered what those muscles were, so common on men with overdeveloped physiques and blessed genetics, but chose to not ask her about them. Really, he couldn’t: his tongue was held back, crushed, if not by the tension, then by the excessive salivation as he beheld that awesome body.
Closer to her neck, another massive wall of muscles rose, adding yet one more layer of mind-boggling solidity to an already impressively, superhumanly sturdy body. “Fuck...” His hands moved to her shoulders, their heat prickling his palms, making them burn just as if hovering above an oven’s flames
«Do you like my muscles?»
His gasps, groans, and throat clears would’ve already been a good answer. “Umm!” His timid nod was the cherry on top. “Fuck.”
His palms rested on her muscles, fondling them tightly with the tips of his fingers, harder, then harder still, making circular motions with every finger while the goddess rolled her eyes, lifted her head minute after minute, and softly purred and moaned under her lover’s admiring touch.
«They are the famous trapezius, these muscles you’re touching.» She purred, sensing his touch harder and more worshipful, his palms spreading nakedly over her muscles, extending every inch of contact with her body to his skin. «’Traps’, if you’re intimate.» She shuttered as his palms traveled from the outer flanks of her shoulders back to her powerful neck, encircling it with all its fingers, choking her with as much of his hands as he could. «Sternocleidomastoid and infrahyoid muscles. The latter, also commonly known as ‘straps’.» She opened her eyes and smiled upon seeing her lover’s shell-shocked, soul-stolen face. «These are the main muscles of one’s neck.»
“Uhmmm-uhmmm...” He sniffed and sucked back a strand of saliva into his mouth. “It’s, uh ... thick. So thick.” He fondled her at the base of her neck, highlighting that much thicker mound of muscle at the center of her shoulders. “It’s like... gulp A second set of muscles here. Like ... a second set of ... t-traps.”
«Uh-umm.» She nodded calmly. «It gives off this impression if your neck muscles are very developed.» She moved away, smiling naughtily. «Come. Try and choke me.» To her surprise... «Oh!»
He did it immediately, and not too ashamedly either, his fingers lacing that neck with force, his hands trying to choke her like a villain, his own petty muscles flexing and hardening as he applied serious strength to that abuse.
«You can’t do it, can you?» She purred, moaning between every two or three words, feeling her own heart in her ears as she enjoyed the experience. «Your fingers can barely encircle more than half of my neck’s girth, can’t they?»
He chuckled, his own lips contorted in a naughty, devious grin. “You whore!” Both lovers were caught off guard by that sudden exclamation, and the powerful woman, who could crush a man’s skull with no more than three fingers of a single hand, brought down her face to meet his eyes, lover and lover looking at one another with humored surprise. “Is it, uh ... okay that I call you this?”
She purred, and her tongue rolled delightfully in her mouth, like a kitten begging for belly rubs. «Oh, please, lover, do!» Her own hand moved to the frail back of her man, fondling it and admiring it, treating it like a colossus similar to her own.
He then choked her again, exerting immense strength and pressure on her neck. “Fuck. Fuck!” He choked her harder and harder, trying to push her back, breathing harder and hotter as he noticed how unwieldy she was. “You’re ... so ... powerful.”
He choked her, choked her again, yet his fingers failed to make the most insignificant dent anywhere on her muscles. Like she had told him, his hands could only grasp little more than half of her collar’s girth, only highlighting how insignificant he was next to her, how utterly, totally vulnerable he was close to her body, and how doomed he would be if she ever decided to fight back, to be violent to him, to use this powerhouse of a body against his tiny self. “You’re ... so strong!” He choked her harder, tried shaking her even more. “You’re such a tank.”
She gave him guttural, delighted chuckles. «I would love to see you try and harm me.» Both of their eyes glittered with heathen expectations. «Serious. No need to pull back with me: you can try pummeling any part of me with as many punches and whatever blows would come up with, and all I will ever feel is tickles.» She saw his smile, heard his chuckles. «I am serious.»
“I know.” He threw a half-hearted punch on her stomach. “I ... ouch.” He pulled his hand back. That punch had been nothing, a mere joke between friends, and still... “Oh, fuck.” He shook his fist, harder and harder as his knuckles burned ever hotter. “Fuck, fuck, oh.” He raised it to his mouth, giving it many kisses. “Holy shit.” He heard her giggling. “I barely touched you!”
«I know.» She winked, and a roaring sound, coming from below, signaled the strengthening and hardening of her abs. «Try it. Give me punches. Kick me in the stomach.» She threw her hair around, all too pleased with herself, visibly aroused by her arrogant display of physical superiority. «Be brutal. Even if you were stronger, with muscles as developed as mine, you wouldn’t cause in me any worse than a mild discomfort.» She touched his shoulders, fondled their little spheres, those tiny and underdeveloped deltoids, more bone than muscle, then fondled him lovely all the way down along his arms, shaking them, fumbling them, playing with them as if he ... were the doll. «In this state you are, oh, I’m not even feeling tickles.» She winked, that smug look of hers melting his heart. «You will be lucky if you make me feel anything at all—other than extreme arousal, that is.»
“Uh-umm! Uh-umm!” He mockingly replied, lowering his hands to her phenomenal belly and trying to ignore the overwhelming, all-consuming presence of her magnanimous breasts in the way. “You ... don’t need to remind me of this.” His mouth was either dry like a glacier or wet with rainstorms of saliva. His throat often resembled a rainforest river, the creamy spit flowing down by the liters. “You ... are...”
He gulped and shuttered when his palms, both of them, rested upon her abs. This was his first time feeling her wall of strength unabashed, without an inch of cloth to block the way, and it was ... it was...!!
“Move back.”
«Oh!» The pace of her breath was disrupted. She salivated and gulped at an accelerated rate, feeling her heart palpitating more aggressively under her aggressively gigantic boob.
That tone...! Her lover’s timbre came from that abyssal, roaring depth that sent shivers down any woman’s sex, melting their minds and spreading their legs. “Move back.” He repeated, his voice striking lightning bolts in her eyes. “I want to see your abs better.”
She blushed, she shuttered, but ultimately... «Yes, daddy.» She obeyed: her powerful arms anchored her torso on the bed. Like pillars of a makedonian temple, but certainly much thicker, they supported the immeasurable weight of her sprawling wide back as she leaned backward and exposed her abdominals more clearly to her lover’s lusty gaze. «Umm!» The feeling of her own awesome weight, plus the gigantic mass of her breasts moving so heavily on her chest... «fuck!»
This alone struck her with bolts of erogenous energy. If her lover knew how wet she was down there! How hard she was pulsating for him, throbbing for him, wet and ready to receive him...! «Hurry up, lover, hurry up! I no longer know how much longer I can take this!» She thought or said, who knows, who cared, for her lover was locked deep in his own styx of arousal, hopelessly mesmerized by the sturdy shape of her supreme belly.
“Fuck. Oh.” He fondled her abs harder with his thumbs. Not one dent. Not one bend. “Oh, fuck. Gods ... fuck me.” He spread out his palms over her super strong belly, her muscles feeling like a multitude under his fingers. “Fuck!” Her eight bloated, super hard muscles were the least of his touch. No: what truly astounded him was how he could feel their striations, each and every fiber vibrating so lively, so powerfully on his skin. “Holy ... fuck ... fuck...”
The bed creaked as the bodies made their attempts to move. The woman raised her head, seeing her lover trying to bend down to her, his lips puckered forth, like metals to the strong magnet.
«Oh, heh, heh!» She giggled, seeing how his tongue was so desperately sticking out, seeking her abs like a little worm. «Do you want to lick my abs?»
He nodded and spoke without shame. “Yes. Yes, I do, ma’am.”
«Oh, you cutie. Then come.» The bed creaked and cracked and roared as the woman began to move, her powerful, shredded muscles ballooning and booming as she moved slightly backward, giving her lover more space to maneuver. «Come enjoy this banquet of muscles I crafted just for you.»
With her every smallest motion, bwuoom!*bwuoom!*bwuoom!, her tits shook and bubbled audibly, like huge balloons filled with thick liquid, their shaking audible even across the room. «Damn, fuck! These tits are fat!» She cast a tempting look at her male. «I’ve been lactating pretty hard these past few days. My body cannot go any longer without being loved ... and sucked.» She bit her lower lip, a purr ever present in that immense state of arousal she was in. «Lover, I need you. Why don’t you come feast on my breasts, too?»
All the time, though, he was too mesmerized by her overly masculine belly. “Uh umm...?” He raised his head. “What ... oh.” Then smiled. “Later. If I go down on your tits right now ... I’ve no idea when I will come back.” Both lovers giggled, she even more so as she observed his eyes always trying to avoid a glimpse of her terrible, awesome tits. «Tell me: these tits look amazing, do they not?»
She almost got him! His eyes briefly swerved towards her gargantuan gazonkas, but... “Oh, no!” He almost had to physically, manually pull his eyes back, contorting his whole torso as he wrestled his gaze away from those oppressive, mighty tits. “No, not now. Your breasts ... they’re too good to be true.”
«Uh-huh!» She mewled, too content with herself.
“But that’s nothing special. Everything in you...” His eyes glittered. “Is too good to be true.”
She shivered, her hair swaying so rich and beautiful as she shook it, like taking an invisible bath—a bath on his praises. «Fine! You do know how to compliment a lady.» She peeked at him with innocent jest. «You’re not stammering anymore.»
He stopped himself. “Umm.” He was just getting to move toward her abdominals. “Not that it’s any easy, though.” He licked his lips. “Let ... me ... enjoy this body ... a little ... first.”
His woman purred as he delved hungrily, eagerly onto her belly. «I ... love ... this!» She muttered very softly, feeling his intensity as he touched her and took her. His hands grappled her sides, her obliques, and his mouth deposited in her brief, put plentiful kisses. Smack! Smack! Smack! There were tiny pops! and smacks! every time his kisses ended and his lips parted from her skin. Smack! Those lips were mostly dry, as those were merely introductory kisses, his mouth slowly acclimating itself to her scorching bod. Smack!*Smack!*Smack...!
«Umm! You’re so soft! So loving!» His woman purred, adoring the slow evolution of her lover’s arousal: as soon as he had covered most of her hard abdominals with kisses, going up and down all over her belly and bestowing about a dozen kisses for her every bloated, hard piece of muscle, his kisses became slower ... tenderer ... and his lips began to spread out more widely on her skin, with soft touches of his tongue gradually being felt, the wetness increasing, the noises of every kiss becoming hotter and gooeyer, like liquid love finally being poured onto her.
Mwah!... Mwah!... Mwah!...
She grunted as his touch became more vivid, even manlier. His fingers, lustful for her skin, gripped her sides with more obvious possessiveness, as if to mark his scent on her every inch. “Delicious. So delicious!”
It didn’t help to cool off her arousal the fact that her man too was purring and muttering praises without realizing, the tastiness and amazingness of her beauty getting over his senses and moving his tongue in more ways than just those of sensuous kisses and slow pecks on her super hard abs.
The kisses were triumphant, though, and so was his touch. Surprising her yet again, the male moved one arm behind her back and fumbled her, embraced her, holding her with one hand on her obliques and the other on her back.
Electricity sparked in his brain. He could see and sense the bursts of power out of control. “Fuuck!” The muscularity of that back! The complete lack of fat! The pure health in it! “What power.” He said over and over again. “What power! What strength!” His hand adored that back, worshipping every inch of her lower frame. “What ... power ... how powerful you are!”
His kisses multiplied. «Oh!» The beast had been unleashed. A little.
The pecks popped in the room at faster and faster rates, their wetness clear in every pop. He was laying two kisses on those super abs every second, rising to three and four at some points, unfolding his tongue on them and savoring their salty, masculine taste as they rippled and hardened, his lover beginning to lose control over her own breath. «Yes ... yes ... oh ... feel these muscles. These muscles mommy chiseled just for you!»
She was amazingly hard, but so cute too. “Fuck!”
In another burst of energy, the male gripped her waist with both arms. «Oh!» She gasped as she felt his hungry embrace, that burst of masculine energy that could be powered by nothing other than arousal and sheer, flaming horniness. «So good ... lover!» She felt her man hugging her harder, then releasing his grip on her, tightening and softening his hug time and time again, almost as if testing her hardness and memorizing her strength.
“You...” Mwah! “Are” Mwah! “So...!” Mwah! “Fucking!” Mwah! “Cute!”
Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!
For all her power, he never felt like he was touching a man. That waist was proof of it: despite having more muscles than a horse, her curves ebbed and flowed in that most elegant design of the human nature—the shape of a woman—and in her waist they coalesced in a beautiful inward flow, that gorgeous cove that was the classical form of every beautiful woman’s body: the arousing and erogenous hourglass shape.
“So gorgeous!” Her male burned her belly with a million kisses, wet and hot and loud and hungry, sucking and licking her skin with every kiss, spreading his love all over her belly, but stopping to pay special attention and consideration to her sides, in that deep valley where her waist became narrowest and her obliques were closest together. “Fucking gorgeous!”
He lavished her abdominals and her waist with his tongue, taking a couple of bites while his hands fumbled her uber-strong, uber-muscular back with increased speed and vigor. Her hourglass shape was made more prominent by her amazing muscularity: her broad shoulders and girthy hips, which were even more voluminous thanks to her overdeveloped thighs and round, rock-solid buttocks, all contrasted greatly with her thin waist, which looked so much thinner by comparison.
She was a titan of a lady, and the thinnest section of her waist still outgirthed her man’s upper torso, yet it made little difference to her femininity. Paradoxically, her more masculine features made said femininity even more prominent, and this certainly had a near-intoxicating effect on her lover’s brain, shown by the avidity and almost desperation with which he consumed her body.
Roars and grunts shared space with the pops and smacks from his lips, his tongue having the time of its life lavishing that strong body with love and saliva. «Umm! Look who’s hungry!» She enjoyed the thorough effort her tiny lover made in consuming her. His little body was so frail and weak that every time he pulled her to him, he was instead pulling herself to her. It was quite enjoyable, their difference in size adding a flare of danger to the man. «You’re making me so hot.» She whispered.
The puny male felt undaunted by her massiveness. As he began to lick her abdominals more openly, alternating long, wet licks with more adoring, possessing kisses, she felt her breaths growing hotter and so much deeper, with the fires of fear—a good kind of fear—adding to those that already consumed her privates. «My! My!» Her massive body shook vigorously. Though the male was far too weak and puny to force her to shake it like so, it still looked like he was the one crushing her body, undoing her will and her spirits.
His power and determination were commendable: he was hungrily lapping on her skin, rubbing his whole face on her abs, feeling the aggressive geography of her ripped belly, with its countless brutal mounts and valleys, and licking them whole like a dog, never forgetting to praise them with worshipful, caring kisses, at times too kind and too brutal, a savage and a gentleman all at once, without any hint of contradiction. «Fuck ... me!» It was the way he embraced her that touched her heart—or her sex. He was so small, so little, so weak and frail, yet still... «you’re really going for it, aren’t you?» At times he seemed to be even humping her legs like a dog, his energy so intense it took over his limbs, each moving independently, each with a mind of its own.
She could easily pick him up with one arm, lift him over his head like a feather and, should she feel like it, break his every bone with her other hand, needing no more than two fingers to snap each of his ribs like chicken bones.
Yes. He was weak. So weak that any aggression against him wouldn’t even be satisfactory. So weak that no beast would ever consider him a challenge. Easy prey for easy meal. And still... «Fuck. Yeah, baby! This ... this is making me hot.»
The man kissed and kissed and kissed her abs, then bit her in the valleys of her waist, then kissed her all the way back to her bellybutton, which he kissed, licked, then went on to lick her from the very base of her lowest abs to the edges of her monstrous boobs, giving one tiny, flickery lick at one of them. «Oh!» The bed creaked intensely, her monstrous body shivering with every fiber of her plentiful muscles. That naughty lick at the base of one of her boobs got her the right way. «Fuuuck!» She exclaimed, eyes going wide with shock, and lowered her head to try and see him, maybe give him praises for his expert touch, but her enormous colossi of tits blocked her view. «That ... that was very good, lover!» She threw her head back and lowered herself down on the bed further, the muscles on her arms roaring as she added extreme pressure to them, contorting backward like a gymnast. «I wonder ... how powerful you would be ... if you’d put just a bit more muscles ... oooh! ... into this ... fuck ... this body of yours. Oh, fuck ... yes! That’s it!»
Her words went over his head, which was too deep buried in her abs to mind anything but kissing, kissing, licking, sucking, kissing, taking a breath, then going down on her again to kiss and kiss and kiss and love and praise and worship her for all she was worth. “Fuck ... woman! These muscles!!” He shouted his admiration for her, seeing her abdominals shine with his saliva, his reflex almost like a mirror on her caramel brown skin. “Fuck!” A kiss. “I love!” Another kiss. “Muscles!” Mwah! “These...” Mwah! “Muscles...!” Mwah! “I love them!” Mwah!*Mwah! “So fucking much!” Mwah! “Beautiful! You...” Mwah!* “Beautiful!!”
She purred. «Always good to find a man of taste.» Then gasped again. «Fuck! Lover... » The way he touched her ... wow! «You really will be quite something ... oh! When you put some more ... oh, ah...! Muscle ... ummm ... in this body!»
It amazed her, for sure, his smallness combined with his daringness! The reckless audacity of a tiny bunny too horny to back away from a wolf. His unswerving devotion to her body painted the picture in her mind of a pincher fearlessly copulating with a great dane. He had that somewhat comical, but ultimately praiseworthy dedication that forced even the largest of mates into submission. «I’m impressed.» She commended him. «I might be the black widow here, but you sure know how to put up a fight before my final meal.»
His kisses and caresses were becoming much softer and slower, therefore she finally could speak without many great moans and gasps breaking her words. Her lover, then, lifted his head from her scorching belly, making her giggle as he pulled many threads of saliva with his lips, his mouth shining with the scorching mix of spit and sweat from both of their bodies. “Umm? Said something?”
She didn’t respond, not immediately. She wanted to have a good look at him and ... admire him for his audacity. «A-game, lover.» She winked. «You licked me good.»
A dense silence befell them. Both their faces frowned at once, for the same thought occurred to them, the same detail stole their eyes.
Breasts. Her breasts. Like two mountains staring down each other’s faces. That the two magnanimous beasts remained mostly untouched and largely ignored for so long, it was almost a miracle. «So... » She whispered to him, her words like crumbs given to a starving man, leading him up to a full, lush banquet. “Umm.” He stared at those tits, feeling no need (or strength) to say anything else.
Her abs flexed and hardened under his chin. It was too gorgeous a view for him to not bend down again and ... kiss them ... kiss them ... lick them and ... kiss them... Mwah!*Smack!*Mwah!
He raised his head again, staring back at those tits with a more purposeful resolve. “Urhm!” He grunted, and slowly he moved his hands along the sides of his powerful woman, pulling himself higher on her body and scaling her like the mountain that she was.
His lady grunted too, a lioness pleased by the advance of her king. Her muscles roared, so much power emanating from her teensiest of flexes, and her body moved back, the bed creaking so much it sounded like it was going to splinter at any moment—not that any of the lovebirds would care.
Without any words, just purrs and grunts and deep, loving groans, the powerful goddess laid herself back completely on the bed, welcoming her lover. Do you love what you see? Her eyes spoke to him clearly, and his own eyes struggled to comprehend the sheer, sensory-overloading beauty that spread itself so lavishly before him, willing and ready for his consumption.
«...!»
Sparks popped in his mind, lusty firecrackers going off. Bang-bang-bang! With his heart racing again, he felt ice coursing through his limbs, but tamed his own emotions as he closed his eyes, counted to ten, and hoped that he wasn’t dreaming.
Not dreaming, sure. Fantasizing. «Dreaming, daydreaming. Is there a difference?» When he opened his eyes... «Oh.»
No. No, there wasn’t.
His doll was there for him like a banquet, its hot dishes gone cold. Her limbs were stiff. Her body, though gorgeous, was dead. Her skin was hot, warm, both to the eyes and to the touch, but dead all the same.
Her arms were laid down straight and stiff. Her legs, also, were mostly straight, with one slightly bent over the other, her posture clunky and unemotive, just a dead plank of steel wrapped around gorgeous garments of silicon. «How ... could I...?» He closed his eyes again. Fondled his forehead. «No, no, no... »
So went the train of thoughts in his mind, repetitive and dim, like whispers of a voice to a voice to himself, not thoughts he himself was having. More like...
« no ... no ... no... »
«Am I too much for you, stud?»
Her voice rescued him warmly, himself a princess in her strong, powerful arms. “Oh!” He opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
His doll was there, laid back for him, more alive than ever. Tits pointing proudly to the ceiling, their enormity taking little from their firmness, like two mounts of steel on her iron-cast frame.
“...” His words came out heavily diluted with his gasps. “...” His breaths told stories, many and different, though all converging on the same message:
I’m so glad you’re here with me!
The suns of her eyes illuminated his heart, giving it life. «Of course I am. Now... » She wiggled, temptingly. «I want you to come down here and eat my tits!»
His heart, energized by her might, beat out the drums of war in his ears. His frail limbs shivered feebly, or maybe they just fluttered softly to the tender touch of the wind. Whatever the reasons for his fears, he tamed them bravely. With clunky and gauche motions at first, he leaned on the doll and climbed over her body like a valiant knight over its dragon.
She giggled as she noticed his quirky vacillations, such as the jolts of his limbs every time they grazed on her skin, as if electrocuted, or the awkward spreading his arms and legs beside her body. By the time his face was reaching her tits, he had to stop, and his gulps became most visible and audible then, truly adorable, a source of much of her giggling and mewling, for the poor male had just come to the realization of how much larger she was exactly, so much larger than any previous assessment he had made of her.
Sweet mother of...!
Her lower torso, with her rocking abs and her slimmer waist, was girthier than his chest by a palm or little more. Her upper torso, sporting those two milky titans of a pair, vastly outgirthed any part of his body, her shoulder-to-shoulder frame outflanking his own by two and a half. Mama ... mother...!!
He gulped and shivered, a poor little pincher now briefly self-conscious of just how massive that great dane truly was.
«Keep coming.» His goddess purred. «I like where this is going.» Causing spasms of pleasure and apprehension in him, she raised her two massive arms beside him. Just like how he had been avidly, hungrily grabbing her waist in their make-out session, she grasped his own thin waist with those two massive, awesome hands. «Oh, look.» The warmth of her fingers battled the shivering cold of his skin, fighting to warm him up and relax him. «My fingers almost touch.»
She squeezed him a little, just a bit harder around his waist, much like he had choked her neck mere minutes prior. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.” He uttered, his eyes swirling like planets around a deadly, unstable sun. “Hot. You’re... gulp! hot!”
Though a clear exaggeration, her fingers around his waist were much closer to touching than his own fingers had been around her collar.
With rumbles like the engines of a maerskep firing up, the breathtaking muscles of her arms swelled to ever more staggering girth and size, her palms clasping his body gently as her arms moved him higher over her torso. Shakes and gulps and shivers abounded in his helpless little frame, one half of him trembling in fear, the other shaking in pure excitement. «Spread out your arms and legs.»
“Uh, what?”
She warmed him further, buttered his soul with a wink. «Do it. It will be fun.»