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[ardentsteel-deactivated20260304]

@roadlestcamelot from here

Embarrassing to be taken care of despite being much older. Sorry, mother. I'll be more mindful of my appearance the next time. There is little emotion in his voice — a touch of bitterness, perhaps. He hates being scolded, but resentment leaves when she shows warmness and care. Yes, actually. You know that I like to eat a lot. You're still as beautiful as ever, mother. Have you finally gotten romantically involved with someone? Do they deserve to be in your presence?

[gempile]

♕ : Is it not a parent's job to embarrass their kids? Here she thought this was a matter of happenstance. "You need not apologize. Simply improve, as you are capable of." There there. She is not so cold in nature to show no concern for her kin. Though nosy children should pay no mind to their parent's dealings. As apparent when hands return to sides. "...Worry not of my dealings. Who shares my bed is no concern to you, my favorite knight." Besides. "Come the day it is valid, you two will meet." Though speaking of parents. "Have you spoken with your father as of late, or are they as evasive as ever?"

[gempile]

Mother, it has been a while. I missed you a lot.

♕ : Always the ragged mess as usual. But the witch would not have her prince not look the part. So step to. Observe and affirm. Before hands reach out and corrected collar. "How many times must I remind you? You are destined for greatness. Thus, you must look the part." Strict and firm as always. But smile hides behind coldness. One must only look. "Have you been eating well, my son?"

@ardentsteel

[gempile]

Business au? Business au!

[saintlydesired]

Too many foreign sensations arise. Blooming courage tempered by remnants of apprehension and residual uncertainty. She is an astrologist from a well-respected family, tasked with charting the movements of the stars across the sky. Pinpointing their exact position and reporting results in a timely manner to her peers. To hesitate like this? It was completely out of character for Astesia. Ruminations scatter like leaves in the wind, as smiles appear out of nowhere. Call it a once in a blue moon occurrence? No time to contemplate.

The distance shrinks, breaths are traded, and heart beat increases in her chest like a dissonant war hammer.

Speech is silver, silence is golden. The value of silence over speech. It was worth more than its weight in gold. Time seems impertinent now, doesn't it? Actions do in fact speak louder than words. Her body responds earnestly, heat accumulating between her thighs as fingers drag. Senses are driven wild as a wildfire sparks from embers. Fires are stoked, long enough for distant memories to dissipate into the nether. Her breasts nearly spill from their silk confinement, fabric taut over hardening nipples. Subtle groans escape unbidden, cerulean irises wandering about, her hand searches for purchase. Grip and hold onto, touch light as a feather. Thigh is guided over waist, and she splits open --- a blossoming rose for only the queen to see.

[gempile]

♕ : The sound of a beating heart echoes loudly in her ear. Thumps rhythmic to the pace lips adjusted and angled as tenacious undertaking evolves. Unsatisfied but eager to meet. Infused with their sparkling flame to continue with this pilgrimage. Yes. That was it. The line the queen spoke of when mentioning there existed no return. As taste rapidly coated does it grow accustomed. Longed. An aphrodisiac to persuade as eagerness matches invitation.

So then in shrinking does chin pull away. A wordless atonement for heated pursuit. But one that serves as opportunity for bodies to continue their speak. No syllables. No vocabulary. Spare communication to sheer movements and breaths. To which she gave plenty. Longing stare in their repose. Silent motions with skin as their only guide. The canvas of her frame painted into memory as those digits explore. Free hand from neck as it slips to chest. Eroding the guard that exists as erected figures are brushed tenderly. Offhand finding its own pleasure between as it snuck into the slit dress exposed from. Finding the source of temperature she'd felt. Teasing. As excitement affirms her. Nub in hand. And with it she'd find that queen's assertion.

[lewd-lockhart-deactivated202411]

"Mmmgh~!" A muffled moan demonstrated the extended entry of the blonde sibling's tongue inside of her walls. Such a way that communicates...ownership. Domination. She felt like she was being fought over, despite the agreement being a shared one.

But...her loyalty to the witch would not waver. As much as her mental state was getting flustered and overwhelmed, she would trust the one in front of her, than the one eating her out. Keeping her eyes shut, she allowed her tongue to plunge further in, and try to work around flustered distractions. A moderate rhythmic pace lapped her nethers.

[gempile]

♛ : The gratuitous truth, really. That this was all just a ploy, a means of their usual infighting. This one to just be the most recent unfortunate or fortunate victim of sort to be caught between blows. A soft truth that glistened upon her tongue. Guilty delight, harmful thoughts. She could tell- probe further. Dig tongue, deeper. And eventually she could sworn this one from. Raising hips higher to where legs would dangle off ground, the weakness she was developing was clear as day.

♕ : A continuous arms race. Raising the stakes with each move as they encroach each other for control. Pitiful for that it had came to this. But even so. All she could do is trust. As paces slows does she force closer. More. Burying with the scent of her sex as if to truly cause a blindness to senses. Before meager reward graces. A bit of moisture to taste. To grace. And nudge on to extract more.

[mangafascination]

[dragonknightsworn]

@roadlestcamelot adventures with the mad magician

"Yes yes I made a contract but that doesn't mean I have to let that Saber servant run wild. I don't care about the Counter Force or what he was talking about. All of that is meaningless to me. He knows what he did," Chaos growled and shook his head.

[gempile]

♕ : Contextually she requires more than this. Long has it been since she concerned herself with the gossips of many. "Speak on, then. I am no mind read, caster." As oppose to what many thought. Her intimidation just works well to motivate who she required.

[miraruinada]

"Hey, now. I'm hurt when someone's insulting me being a farmer, especially if it's a face I am endeared to." Trust in those eyes, and all. "You said yourself a farmer has to have some idea on it. It's important to understand and manage the different needs to increase yield? Do you want to hear more about how I do that?"

[gempile]

♛ : "Spare me your pleasantries. Your labor and tales though considerate, hold little value to me." Compassion has long evaded, as has the title of a just king. Really, this was a blessing in itself.

"You have your path, as do I my own. Such an intersection like this alone is not a common one." Brutal truth from the brutal ruler. "Though your speak of familiarity begets so. Surely, you knew this would be the result?"

[miraruinada]

"Okay... What exactly are we observing here? I don't even know what this is all about. I'm assuming it's something like family drama that I don't know about. If it is, then I don't wanna involve myself in observing it. Just point and I shoot."

[gempile]

♕ : "Do you so often only see yourself as a weapon?" A direct point for tired language. Not that she particularly minded the other. Just a vocalized thought that she aired no caution to speak.

[camelotfallen]

I have not forgotten. To kill him was, as far as His Majesty was concerned, one of my purposes. It is moments like these I am reminded that our history is not truly one and the same despite the kinship we share. I feel no ill will towards Uncle. I killed him out of obligation and orders by His Majesty. If anything, my animosity will most often be solely reserved to His Majesty who sired me and towards the demon I speak of.

...You know her well by her name. Merlin. Though mine is quite different from yours. She is nothing less than cruel. Capricious. A wicked, inhuman thing capable of both the sweet kindness and the coldest cruelties and the one who raised me as I was. I had a brief moment where I thought I saw her flitting through the halls but, with Artoria's Merlin as well as Uncle here, I doubt she'd ever truly set foot. It is nothing to worry over, I assure you.

...Forgive me, Sister. I apologize for not taking your feelings into account. I shall not distance myself from Uncle, but, I shall remain ever cautious if that will quell your worry.

[gempile]

♕ : Caged creature she is not. Neither her actions nor the consequences are a burden the witch carries. But voice spared? It was not one that spoke lightly. "But surely, you thought I would feel the same. Our father is nothing more than his title. The knave sought his own destruction, and here we are cleaning the mess of it all." No. She understands. Which is why she appoints.

"Then you would do well to reflect on his actions. Betrayal was just one of his crimes, bringing the invaders to our doorstep another." Their home. Their sanctuary. And yet she quickly forgives him? No. She refuses to. "If that is your course of action I will respect it. I am neither your advisor, nor your keeper." Just a sister. A half one at that.

"But I refuse to meet so long you carry his stench." It is not treachery she draws a line at. Especially not with her history. But whom the crime was carried about on. "Perhaps your concerns for our home has all but vanished. Freedom, suites one who's served. But I do not. And thus, I decline any standing with him. Should you see that insect, inform him I'll cut him down where he stands. And you?" Hmph. "Keep your distance until then."

[rennebright]

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[miraruinada]

"What? I'm sorry, how is having abundance vulgar? Is something lost in translation here?" Confused.

[gempile]

♛ : "It is not wrong to have abundance," No, as a king she knows that well. "Merely your choice in words. But to expect tact from a farmer was an err on my behalf.

Very well- carry on then."

[miraruinada]

"Yep. For sure. It's all a product of the amount of care and attention you provide. It's a labor of love, and I sure do love the world. Never gone without thanks to that."

[gempile]

♛ : ".....Is the concept of language lost on you? Or do you normally have such a vulgar tongue?" Well. Guess that's the hillside for you.

[miraruinada]

@roadlestcamelot replied to your post “if you ship with my muses, there will be ship...”:

The farmer is also a breeder? Who could have guessed this outcome.

"I mean, it comes with the labor."

[gempile]

♛ : "Fair. It is important to ensure one's stock is healthy. It is difficult to continue in the cold months without. Though that seems to be in abundance in your domain."

[miraruinada]

"Family's also a sore subject for me. Still, I'll take my duty on the oath I swore to protect everything that is nisakun's and that includes what new family I must meet." Plainly speaking, she's the sort to be honorbound, even if her definitions of what honor she is bound to is radically confusing.

"So what? Kill, torture?"

[gempile]

♕ : How unfitting. And confusing. Miscalculation would have to be accounted for before further action. As hand comes up. And waves off. "....No. Neither." Drabe as it might be. "I've learned long ago such actions require planning than haste. As such, I would suggest merely to... observe?" Till proof can reinforce her motive.