Emile
The Changeling chuckled at Forest's quip, half-tempted to remind her that the Spring Court was called the Court of Desire with good reason. Deciding against it, Emile was distracted from what Forest was up to until he felt the ring click closed around the base of his length.
Emile stared at the ring, surprised, before shuddering as she ran a finger along his length. Then he looked at her curiously as she took his hand, pulling it down between her legs, sliding one of his fingers into her folds. Grinning, Emile slowly slid another finger in to join the first, sighing a little at how tightly her inner walls closed around him, momentarily wondering how tightly she clamp down around his length.
What's betting you'll be tighter when I actually get to enter you?