[Linhardt's enthusiasm is quieter than Dorothea's, but no less earnest; her melodious voice rings throughout the building while he simply gasps and moans whenever Dorothea takes him fully inside of her. Although singing is not a skill of his, he certainly demonstrates a basic understanding of rhythm, synchronizing the movement of his hips with her own.
There's something thrilling and almost viscerally satisfying about hearing his name called out like that. Goddess, he could listen to that for hours. If the Augur could bottle that feeling, then it would have no issue with cooperation, because how could anyone hear the pleasure of an exquisite woman like Dorothea and want to do anything else?
Alas, they are human and therefore things must come to an end eventually. Linhardt's hips stiffen as he comes, and his hands grab at her hips to hold her in close.
Afterwards, he lays back on the bed with drooping eyes and lets out a satisfied yawn.]
'M glad you're here. Good night.
[Listen, if you expected anything other than Linhardt immediately falling asleep, then you don't know him at all.]
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[Linhardt's enthusiasm is quieter than Dorothea's, but no less earnest; her melodious voice rings throughout the building while he simply gasps and moans whenever Dorothea takes him fully inside of her. Although singing is not a skill of his, he certainly demonstrates a basic understanding of rhythm, synchronizing the movement of his hips with her own.
There's something thrilling and almost viscerally satisfying about hearing his name called out like that. Goddess, he could listen to that for hours. If the Augur could bottle that feeling, then it would have no issue with cooperation, because how could anyone hear the pleasure of an exquisite woman like Dorothea and want to do anything else?
Alas, they are human and therefore things must come to an end eventually. Linhardt's hips stiffen as he comes, and his hands grab at her hips to hold her in close.
Afterwards, he lays back on the bed with drooping eyes and lets out a satisfied yawn.]
'M glad you're here. Good night.
[Listen, if you expected anything other than Linhardt immediately falling asleep, then you don't know him at all.]