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The giantess released her from the pressure and patted her on the back twice, marking the conclusion to their session. She could end it all, could get up, walk away, just leave. But the heat remained.
“Anything else I can do for you, hon?” A voice echoed above her.
What remained of the pillow sifted between her claws. She held her tongue in her teeth, her breath heavy. Trisamaine no longer touched her, no longer fed her, want growing in the absence of touch.
Stillness surrounded them, the stillness of the stone of ages past, the stillness of choices unmade and lines drawn in the sand. She claimed to be a traditional jackal, loyal to those long gone. The tenets told her to leave.
Her body tensed, ready to slide her off the table and escape the torture. Instead, her tail raised.
