Continued from: X
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As the chained woman wrapped her legs around his waist, the shade found the reason for why he was doing this to be less and less important. This frantic genuine affection was something nigh unknown to him, and he intended to make the most of this moment together. He was unsure if the woman was merely recuperating his advances out of desperation or something else, but he supposed it didn’t matter. As long as she continued to be so willing, he would take all that she had to give. His kiss became more insistent as she pressed up against his chest, the shadow’s tongue slipping in to explore the mage’s mouth eagerly.
His right arm slipped under her rear, both to further support her against the wall and allow him to experimentally fondle the area and gauge her reaction to his increasingly intimate touch. His left arm reached above their heads after drawing the sword on his back before using the shadowy blade to slice into the wall just before the chains. After a moment of debate, he allowed his beating heart among other desires to overrule his hesitation in freeing the prisoner so that he could enjoy her all the more. Cutting through the chains with ease, he freed her arms at last-though given than the manacles were still around her wrist the magical suppression would still be in effect. But he wanted her to touch him not do magic, so it mattered not to him.
