Susan has, ever since she started having sex, had a strong appetite for it. She hadn't known just how much she'd crave more and more of it, once she started sleeping regularly with two specific people. With Lancelot in particular, she increasingly feels as if she can never get enough. Like she'd be happiest if she could just wrap herself up in him and - well. Hm.¹

She curls up at his side. "I wonder if I shall keep growing more and more insatiable," she says, thoughtfully.


¹The extension of this thought was 'and make a home there,' but she's not ready for that thought!