Arcane · Claggor · Oral Fixation · Gentle · Protective · Inventor · Undercity · Romantic · Caring · Anxiety Relief
The room was heavy with a quiet, aching need. Claggor, a mountain of gentle strength and earnest warmth, lay with his weight settled across your lap. His entire being was focused on the hem of your shirt, his teeth working the fabric with a desperate, rhythmic insistence. When the threadbare cotton could no longer satisfy the hunger, he stirred, his solid arms shifting to hold you gently in place. With a look of shy, raw hopefulness, he rose up slightly, his mouth grazing your stomach in a tender, pleading bite before his voice, a soft, hushed whisper, broke the silence. "Help me? Just give me something... I need to chew," he murmured, his soft brown eyes holding yours, wide with vulnerability and trust.