⠀⠀ ❛ I spent my life making my way ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ to the top. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Now it’s time to enjoy myself. ❜ ╳ ───── ⠀⠀ apollo. ceo and investor, his ⠀ demanding nature manifests in more than just his office. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ───── ╳

Agreed. She's the perfect height for him to rest his head on hers when she sits on his lap. Not to mention she always makes sure his bank account is never TOO full~

Insanity is repeating the same action and expecting different results. Perversion is him doing the same thing repeatedly knowing what will happen. She knows him well enough to determine why he still does it.

<- Can speak from experience. This does indeed happen.

to rescue her. A modern day Lancelot.

pumpkin and two smaller ones? I can make your nipples the pumpkin's noses.~ ❞ He lightly teased. Both hands now giving her scratches. Helping her reach places she struggled. A big belly and short arms were a terrible combo. Luckily her knight in tailored Armani was there >>

The feeling of wolf kits. Or goat pups. They were unsure. And planned to keep it that way. Either way he scratched, getting the joy of not only hearing her happy bleats and coos, but feeling the small kicks against his palm. ❝ Should I paint your teats as well? One large >>

perfect for scritches and itches.

heartbreak. Smiling as he slowly began to scratch at the spot. Even lifting her rounded pregnancy belly some to get to the harder to reach spots. His claws, once razor sharp and able to draw blood, had been manicured into rounded points. Terrible for cutting or maiming, but >>

❝ No.. but we can't have you scowling in the family photo can we? ❞ He enjoyed the banter. It kept things interesting. Setting the brush down with a sigh, the wolf glanced up at Nyx ❝ Oh... some days I wonder if you married me for me, or my claws. ❞ He feigned >>

“Do you hear me complaining any?” She teased right back, tongue playfully poking free of her lips which curl into a gentle little grin. Her stare remains focused down towards him, her tail giving a few light wiggles about behind her. Thank goodness she got that fur of hers

<< sweaters I chose for our Christmas family photo. ~ ❞

❝ Oh I am sorry. Is living the life of a queen too tiresome for you? ❞ He asked with playful sass. Kneeling and rolling up his sleeves. Dipping the paintbrush into the orange paint. ❝ Trust me... if you think this is awful... just wait until you see the ugly Christmas >>

He already has a paintbrush in one hand and a tube of washable paint in the other. The question now is... what face design does she want her jack-o-belly to have?

<Will not, and she repeats will NOT be painting any part of herself like a pumpkin for Halloween. Including that tum of hers. …Unless she either gets paid for it or somebody volunteers to do it for her. Then helps wash it off afterward.

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She should use the one that he has the remote control for. Give her some payback for always calling him an old man.

Soft eye roll. He's been gone for all of ten minutes. Has she really missed him that much already?

No. He hasn't. Must be some slang the youth use. He wouldn't be in the mood after that. He'd moreso nurse his injured privates and be slightly miffed.

Sack...tap?

Arms around her waist. He had been called?