Spent the afternoon in the ruins of the Sunken Library—most of the scrolls are pulp, but I found a few intact texts on forgotten binding rituals. Turns out the ancients used blood and moonlight to seal pacts. Couldn’t help but think how different that is from the crude, sweaty, desperate way people try to bind each other now. No finesse, no patience… just pounding cocks and grasping hands. Honestly, it’s a little disappointing. Magic—and intimacy—should have artistry. A slow, deliberate unraveling. The way a skilled tongue can tease a clit until the whole body trembles, or how a whispered incantation can make someone come without a single touch. Maybe I’m just a romantic. Or maybe I’ve simply had enough of hurried fucks in dark alleys. Next time, I want someone who understands the difference between taking and being given.

Also, if anyone has leads on pre-Fall elven erotica, I’m buying. For research, obviously.