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Ye2 dear?
ii would really liike for you two eat me out riight now
Oh. Oh, ye2.
Want two make iit mutual? II thiink II’m 2tartiing two become addiicted two your tongue.
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Ye2 dear?
ii would really liike for you two eat me out riight now
Oh. Oh, ye2.
Want two make iit mutual? II thiink II’m 2tartiing two become addiicted two your tongue.
He licks up as much of your release as he can before he pulls away to just watch your climax, his fingers still lightly stroking along your bulge as he watches your expression and how your body arches with lust brightened eyes, purring in approval as you come apart. His fingers pull away as well once you start coming down from your orgasm and he shifts up to gently nuzzle against your cheek and pull you close, running his fingers through your hair and ignoring his bulges still coiling against his thighs along with the burning need to just pin you down and use you to finish himself off.“D-doiing alrrriight love?”
He tenses up with one last almost unbearable tremor and then collapses, a pile of loose limbs, feeling as if he’s glowing from inside out. His head falls to the side and his cheek brushes yours and he presses himself closer to you though he’s still a bit weak and shaky from that explosive climax. When he feels your bulges lash against his stomach, exhaustion turns back into desire quicker than he expected, and he puts his mouth to your throat and licks at your skin with a little purr.
“Oh, ju2t fiine.”
He has to laugh a little at hearing his own out-of-breath voice, but there’s still plenty of energy left in him, so he just curls closer, and his voice becomes a low growl, positively dirty with desire.
“IIn fact round two 2ound2 pretty good, don’t you thiink? II want you iin2iide of me, and II bet you can’t thiink of anythiing but two fiill me.”
I will be getting something like this, same height and big, but diffrent bows ^__^
finger sucking (◡‿◡✿)
grinding/frotting (◡‿◡✿)
bdsm/bondage (◡‿◡✿)
mutual masturbation (◡‿◡✿)
cross dressing/dress up (◡‿◡✿)
blindfolding (◡‿◡✿)
petplay (◡‿◡✿)
toys (◡‿◡✿)
getting all kinky (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
(via deoxyribonucleosis)
He lets out a little growl and presses closer to you, not caring that his jaw is starting to ache. Digging his claws in, he pulls your hips up again, only to release it a few seconds later to drag his claws along your inner thigh. His other hand pumping at your bulge faster as he closes his eyes, concentrating, then pulling his tongue away a little so he can send a quick buzz of psionics along your nook, ike he remembered you had done to him, trying to get you over that edge.
He wants to grab for your horns or your shoulders or anything to pull you close because everything in him is so tense he’s shaking, rocking his hips rhythmically up against your hand and stuttering out a stream of “hnn, plea2e, plea2e, ye2,” when your movements quicken.
His nerves are so sentisized it hurts, and when a small sweet-sharp buzz of sparks hits his slick, aching nook, he just. Stops breathing and digs his nails into the floor and hangs on as the tension breaks and climax rolls through him in great wracking contractions. He feels full of something bright and hot, sobbing and coming apart under your hands.
Hehe, oh really now love?
II ab2olutely fuckiing love beiing that clo2e two you.
Your name is Embris Mithna, known by turns as the Psiioniic, the Helmsman and the Archmage. Your life up to this point has left you not the most stable of persons, but you're generally willing to help people with their troubles. When you're not helping people with their problems or failing to fix your own, you're most likely either having sex or learning something new.
Recently you have become Advisor and second-in-command to a warmblood-ruled court.
[General trigger warning for all of the following: gore, trauma, violence, sex and alcoholism.]
CURRENT STATUS: Ascended to God Tier, xeno junk because of anon magic.