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That, [Idia tries to keep his tone from before, yet a hint of giggling sneaks its way in as he explains,] Is what you put me through before. When I was a Long. [And in case Cater did try and wiggle away, Idia wraps his other arm tightly around her waist, those curves offering an amazing anchor point for him, the dip between Cater's curves. True, Idia doesn't really have the muscle to really hold most people if they really fight him, but he's ready to keep Cater there so he can torture her as long as possible.

You put him through this before, it's your turn now, Cater. Though with testing, Idia needing to figure out what kind of strokes, what area of cover, gave him the best reaction from her. If it's anything like he felt, it's just too good. Makes your legs go to jelly and creates all sorts of warmth in all sorts of places...]