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As the promise leaves your lips, you realize Volka’s trembling stops! Good, you think as you give her waist another squeeze, hopefully that’ll cheer her up a bi-
Your train of thought is delayed by a claw bigger than your head cupping your cheek and pointing your face at the sheepish-looking Skog’s! Oh uh, you mutter as she stares at you with wide eyes, sorry if that sounded sap-
Your memories might still be shot, but you know for a fact you’ve never been lifted off your feet and into a kiss before. Firm and sinewy though she may be, Volka’s lips are surprisingly warm and soft… not unlike her tummy when you slept on her back at that Inn in the first thre-
<span class="mu-s">WAITWHATWHAT<span class="mu-i">WHAAAAT?!?!</span></span>
Planting a Skog-sized smooch on your lips, it only takes the jolly green giant a second to realize her mistake! Tearing you away from her mouth like you were a carton of sour milk, Volka cycles through expressions at a mile-a-minute: Shock! Regret! Embarrassment! Horror! All of these and more rush across her face like a slideshow gone haywire as she struggles to babble out an explanation!
“<span class="mu-i">I-I-I-TH-THAT WAS TOTALLY NOT… Y-Y’SEE THE THING IS… YOU’RE… J-JUST K-KIDDING?</span>”
You’ve never seen Volka short-circuit before, and while it <span class="mu-i">IS</span> endearing, you also have a good idea of what TT will do if she notices you! V-Volka, you sputter, you-
“<span class="mu-i">S’OKAY! S’OKAY!</span>” She exclaims as she struggles to decide whether to put you down or hold on for dear life, “<span class="mu-i">B-BECAUSE…!</span>”
B-BECAUSE!?
“<span class="mu-i">Y-Y-YOU… TH-THIS IS…</span>” Eyes wide with panic, an apologetic smile wriggles onto the stammering Skog’s face! “<span class="mu-i">Y-yOU’RE.. YOU’REDREAMING!</span>”
You manage to get the first half of ‘<span class="mu-i">No I’m not</span>’ before the punchline hits, quite literally, in fact! Scale-covered knuckles crash into your face, but to the green gal’s credit you’re out like a light <span class="mu-i">LONG</span> before you feel it! Unconsciousness hits you like an embarrassed Skog’s fist, and the last thing you hear is a low whistle in your head!
<span class="mu-r">”What. A. <span class="mu-i">GAL</span>...”</span>
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