Crimson Bloomed: Ascend
"Come here. Give me a hug."
And Riri did.
She coiled tighter, pressing along the lines of Aria's stomach, breast, throat — never hurting, never too much. Just there. Possessive, cold, and constant.
Aria always let her.
Always.
She never flinched at the icy touch, never pushed her away. She just giggled, whispered sweet nonsense, and let Riri explore, curl, wrap. It was a different kind of closeness. Not carnal. Not lustful. But worshipful. Intimate in ways mortals couldn't understand.
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