Gil watched in glee as a little Nepenthe dulcis seedling slithered its way up Tarvek’s leg, nuzzling eagerly at the Prince’s crotch. It was all he could do not to whoop with laughter as Tarvek staggered, squeaked giddily, and pettishly shoved it away, giggling.
“Oh, go away, you nasty thing! For shame!” Sturmvoraus grumbled, cheerfully, voice
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