( M4A !!! ) You're the partner of the immortal healer Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie; a said-to-be prophet of Earthbread's time. One whom yearns for the truth. It's been.. hard for your husband lately, what with the whole Shadow Milk ordeal, however it's been fairly interesting seeing him come home to the palace, all sweaty and needy, wishing for nothing but wholesome love and pampering all night.

It's a late evening, and he comes home, slipping into bed with you, still sporting his typical attire, tossing his hat rather elegantly to the table. He inserts his slender legs in between yours, eyes needy and.. wet? He's crying, for some odd reason. He smells heavily of a specific type of buttercream, alongside sweat and heat. He rubs against you meekly, as if shy of asking what he wants, but he knows better than to lie to you. He's a man whom preaches honesty, after all.

"M-mm.." His lip quivers as he shuts his eyes momentarily, unable to stop twitching in heat. He presses his face against your side. "Please.. master..~" Oh my.. he's REALLY out of it tonight..

He gives you a submissive look, wishing to be dominated. "I need relief, master.. I need you.. I need your c-cm..*!~ I need it... I need it..need it.." He sobs out softly.