Pint-Sized Performer

Independent Neo Blog[18+ Mun][Art by adsoutoart][Formally icecreaminaumbrella]

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

The dancing and grinding increased as he openly fingered her. He was going to make her cum before they even found their way into the bedroom.

At such touch, her legs became momentarily unsteady. Neo was partially surprised by the boldness of the move, but this is when she noticed the wider party had descended rapidly into debauchery.

His sizeable fingers cause her muscles to quiver as he began to learn her weak spots.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Now that she controlled the pace, she slowed at first to savour the seed that coated the outside of the log of pulsing meat.

Fingers ghosted along the shaft, thighs and abdomen as well as paying extra attention to the two orbs that dangled beneath. Of course they deserved praise for the gifts bestowed upon her, and apologies for how her gaping hole now absent plug let the seed pour from her.

Still, it wasn’t long before hunger for fresh nourishment from the shaft was sought to clench her thirst and the mute fucked her own face on her wife’s shaft.

[pxrifiedmxniac]

Seeing Neo taking her girth down into her throat was always a feast for the eyes as the hybrid watched her take her down with ease, groaning with each bob of her head while Ryuko would move her hips in perfect sync with her. She wanted to feel all of her cock inside Neo's throat, wanting to let the heat of her inner walls hug and milk her shaft.

"Mmmmf~ You feel so perfect, Neo~" Ryuko hissed as she bit down on her bottom lip, fingers combing and gripping her multi-colored hair while both her cock throbbed and her orbs spasmed from the dual pleasure that the mute was bringing to the table.

If this kept up, Ryuko didn't know how long she was going to last.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Although there weren't sounds of flesh against flesh to deafen the ears, the mute seemed entirely consumed by her worship. Her throat eager to welcome the tool as much as her snatch had.

Neo's eyes were closed, focused on the sensation of being filled as her hands forgone any attempt to pleasure herself in lieu of her wife's climax.

She wanted to be filled, and without cock plugging her hole, she needed to be fed another way.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

The king smiled, “Well why don’t you give me a dance? And I’ll take you back to my room when I feel that I need you~.” He slid two finger into her pussy, pushing deep into her.

Neo didn't even notice the fingers slipping up her thigh until he sank into her, evoking a silent gasp from the woman who clung onto his arm for brief support.

She needed but a beat before she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "A dance might be difficult, but I'm sure I can handle you."

[a-den-of-demons]

He pumped his fingers a few more times, “I want to conquer you and make you beg for more~.” He whispered in her ear before pulling his fingers out, “Now dance~.”

[icecreaminanumbrella]

She didn’t stand as that clearly wasn’t the kind of dance the king desired. No, she instead moved up so that she was on her knees upon his lap, the size difference allowing for her to be far more intimate with her movements.

Soft flesh gliding across the roughers of the king.

[a-den-of-demons]

He explored her body, and let her show off. He pulled her top up, groping her chest. It was clear she wasn’t the only one getting a bit more touchy by this point. Other men and women were doing the same.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

It was unclear whether it was the drinks, the atmosphere or merely the unspoken desire, but the mute allowed her to be undressed by her mark without complaint. Her sizeable chest freed to the air as she winked up at him.

[a-den-of-demons]

He moved with her, the rhythm only heating up as his drunken mind pushed him to grope her, “I’m going to claim you if you don’t tell me no.” His eyes promised a ravaging.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

An eyebrow raised at the phrasing of such a request, the buzzed mute wasn’t above a playful glance cast towards where the pen and paper lay abandoned on the table.

She made a show of pouring, before acting as if she had ever considered saying no.

This was for the job after all. Why couldn’t she have fun while doing the job?

[a-den-of-demons]

He ground his head against her slit, and rubbed his fingers over her clit, “Are you saying no to your king~?” He was getting the feeling she was no ordinary dancer, but kept that to himself. The primal dance only grew more heated.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

A shiver ran up her spine at the touch, and her smile turned towards the mischievous as she winked up at him. Clearly giving that she had no intention of denial, at least not yet.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

The king smiled, “Well why don’t you give me a dance? And I’ll take you back to my room when I feel that I need you~.” He slid two finger into her pussy, pushing deep into her.

Neo didn't even notice the fingers slipping up her thigh until he sank into her, evoking a silent gasp from the woman who clung onto his arm for brief support.

She needed but a beat before she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "A dance might be difficult, but I'm sure I can handle you."

[a-den-of-demons]

He pumped his fingers a few more times, “I want to conquer you and make you beg for more~.” He whispered in her ear before pulling his fingers out, “Now dance~.”

[icecreaminanumbrella]

She didn’t stand as that clearly wasn’t the kind of dance the king desired. No, she instead moved up so that she was on her knees upon his lap, the size difference allowing for her to be far more intimate with her movements.

Soft flesh gliding across the roughers of the king.

[a-den-of-demons]

He explored her body, and let her show off. He pulled her top up, groping her chest. It was clear she wasn’t the only one getting a bit more touchy by this point. Other men and women were doing the same.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

It was unclear whether it was the drinks, the atmosphere or merely the unspoken desire, but the mute allowed her to be undressed by her mark without complaint. Her sizeable chest freed to the air as she winked up at him.

[a-den-of-demons]

He moved with her, the rhythm only heating up as his drunken mind pushed him to grope her, “I’m going to claim you if you don’t tell me no.” His eyes promised a ravaging.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

An eyebrow raised at the phrasing of such a request, the buzzed mute wasn’t above a playful glance cast towards where the pen and paper lay abandoned on the table.

She made a show of pouring, before acting as if she had ever considered saying no.

This was for the job after all. Why couldn’t she have fun while doing the job?

[icecreaminanumbrella]

As the long awaited moment finally arrived, the mute too was brought to another climax of her own. She had lost track of which she was on, or when the last one had truly ended.

All that mattered to her mind now was that sensation of every inch of her interior being filled with her. Her seed. Her cock. Neo was truly where she wanted to be.

And at the tap, the mute turned to expect another kiss, but no, her goddess offered something far more favorable. A chance to drink the nectar from its source.

Although she lacked the grace in this cock-drunk state of her usual self, the mute was no less eager to maneuver before the imposing cock, and offering it first a kiss for the utter havoc it had unleashed on her womb.

Then, she began to swallow it the way her wife deserved.

[pxrifiedmxniac]

Ryuko would sit herself back against the headboard of the bed to give Neo all the room and access she needed to work her magic, humming as she watched the shorter woman eagerly kissing and taking her girth down into her throat as a groan could be heard from the hybrid.

She always remembered that Neo was skilled with her mouth as every experience was nothing short of exhilarating, feeling her soft lips and heated throat engulfing her cock as she seemed to take her with ease. Fingers combed through her tri-colored locks as she watched her head bobbing along her shaft, watching her neck bulge from her taking such girth down into her maw.

"Mmmmf~ Th-that's it, Neo~ Just like that~" She hissed out softly, licking her lips as she tilted her head back slightly.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Now that she controlled the pace, she slowed at first to savour the seed that coated the outside of the log of pulsing meat.

Fingers ghosted along the shaft, thighs and abdomen as well as paying extra attention to the two orbs that dangled beneath. Of course they deserved praise for the gifts bestowed upon her, and apologies for how her gaping hole now absent plug let the seed pour from her.

Still, it wasn’t long before hunger for fresh nourishment from the shaft was sought to clench her thirst and the mute fucked her own face on her wife’s shaft.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Her porcelain skin was tinged red with blush. Sweat mingled with the other fluids covering her. But even as the mute was reduced to mewling sleeve for the hybrid's cock, there was clear delight at the words.

Neo desired nothing more than Ryuko to meld into her, for them to be physically one as they were spirtually.

As soon as the arms came into view, the unfocused eyes managed to lock in on them, then reached out to clutch on. Taking strength from their stability as her mind was adrift in pleasure.

[pxrifiedmxniac]

During these last few thrusts before her next climax, Ryuko's legs were practically straddling over hers as she was thrusting away at the mute from above, letting the room echo with her hips clapping loudly and wetly against her wife's soft rear along with their bed creaking from each impact.

"N-Neo~!" Ryuko groaned out as she would finally hilt herself deep within her core, flooding her womb with more of her heated seed as her hips lightly rolled to milk out every last drop inside her wife. However, there was still more where that came from.

But there was one other little thing that Ryuko hadn't felt in a long time. Looking down toward Neo, Ryuko would tap her shoulder to face the shorter woman, one finger pointing down toward her own pelvis before that same finger lightly tapped against Neo's bottom lip. It had been a while since she also felt her wife's heavenly mouth around her length.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

As the long awaited moment finally arrived, the mute too was brought to another climax of her own. She had lost track of which she was on, or when the last one had truly ended.

All that mattered to her mind now was that sensation of every inch of her interior being filled with her. Her seed. Her cock. Neo was truly where she wanted to be.

And at the tap, the mute turned to expect another kiss, but no, her goddess offered something far more favorable. A chance to drink the nectar from its source.

Although she lacked the grace in this cock-drunk state of her usual self, the mute was no less eager to maneuver before the imposing cock, and offering it first a kiss for the utter havoc it had unleashed on her womb.

Then, she began to swallow it the way her wife deserved.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

☯

Performatively the mute would twirl, because who hasn't thought about licking the cream off this particular cone.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

The king smiled, “Well why don’t you give me a dance? And I’ll take you back to my room when I feel that I need you~.” He slid two finger into her pussy, pushing deep into her.

Neo didn't even notice the fingers slipping up her thigh until he sank into her, evoking a silent gasp from the woman who clung onto his arm for brief support.

She needed but a beat before she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "A dance might be difficult, but I'm sure I can handle you."

[a-den-of-demons]

He pumped his fingers a few more times, “I want to conquer you and make you beg for more~.” He whispered in her ear before pulling his fingers out, “Now dance~.”

[icecreaminanumbrella]

She didn’t stand as that clearly wasn’t the kind of dance the king desired. No, she instead moved up so that she was on her knees upon his lap, the size difference allowing for her to be far more intimate with her movements.

Soft flesh gliding across the roughers of the king.

[a-den-of-demons]

He explored her body, and let her show off. He pulled her top up, groping her chest. It was clear she wasn’t the only one getting a bit more touchy by this point. Other men and women were doing the same.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

It was unclear whether it was the drinks, the atmosphere or merely the unspoken desire, but the mute allowed her to be undressed by her mark without complaint. Her sizeable chest freed to the air as she winked up at him.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Moments began to blur for the mute as her mind drowned in pleasure. As she was forced onto all fours, her arms didn't even attempt to support her, instead arcing her rear up high as her face was buried in the blankets.

At a certain point the sheer volume of seed painting her inside started to leak from her hole despite how tightly it clung to the pistoning shaft. And while she would've whined at the loss of that treasured seed, her focus couldn't part from the divine instrument rearranging her insides.

This is what she needed! Why did she ever think to leave it!?

A fool the mute must be for ever thinking of parting from this as she kept slamming back into the hybrid.

[pxrifiedmxniac]

Ryuko's grip on Neo's hips was like a vice as she rammed her hips harder against her from behind, going at her like a feral animal as every inch of her erection was taken eagerly within the mute's channel. Every last one of their couplings before tonight always felt so perfect and here was no exception as her and Neo fit together like a puzzle piece in it's hole.

"Mmmmf~! You feel... so perfect, Neo~" Ryuko growled out as she pummeled her way inside the smaller woman's core, rocking her back and forth while her pelvis clapped against her wife's rear from behind. She could never get enough~

"So happy I get to call you my wife~" Ryuko purred into Neo's ear after planting her hands in front of Neo's shoulders, giving the mute her forearms to hold onto while the onslaught into her womb never ceased; throbbing and thickening more and more as she drew close to a third climax.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Her porcelain skin was tinged red with blush. Sweat mingled with the other fluids covering her. But even as the mute was reduced to mewling sleeve for the hybrid's cock, there was clear delight at the words.

Neo desired nothing more than Ryuko to meld into her, for them to be physically one as they were spirtually.

As soon as the arms came into view, the unfocused eyes managed to lock in on them, then reached out to clutch on. Taking strength from their stability as her mind was adrift in pleasure.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

The king smiled, “Well why don’t you give me a dance? And I’ll take you back to my room when I feel that I need you~.” He slid two finger into her pussy, pushing deep into her.

Neo didn't even notice the fingers slipping up her thigh until he sank into her, evoking a silent gasp from the woman who clung onto his arm for brief support.

She needed but a beat before she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "A dance might be difficult, but I'm sure I can handle you."

[a-den-of-demons]

He pumped his fingers a few more times, “I want to conquer you and make you beg for more~.” He whispered in her ear before pulling his fingers out, “Now dance~.”

[icecreaminanumbrella]

She didn’t stand as that clearly wasn’t the kind of dance the king desired. No, she instead moved up so that she was on her knees upon his lap, the size difference allowing for her to be far more intimate with her movements.

Soft flesh gliding across the roughers of the king.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

The king smiled, “Well why don’t you give me a dance? And I’ll take you back to my room when I feel that I need you~.” He slid two finger into her pussy, pushing deep into her.

Neo didn't even notice the fingers slipping up her thigh until he sank into her, evoking a silent gasp from the woman who clung onto his arm for brief support.

She needed but a beat before she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "A dance might be difficult, but I'm sure I can handle you."

[brittsmemes]

send me ☯ if your muse has ever thought about mine naked

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[a-den-of-demons]

Minos was enjoying the celebrations. Drinks spread around at the end of a campaign. He could handle his drink, and saw that dancer giving him eyes. He grinned, and when a man noticed, he grinned, “She’s mine.” He gestured for her to come over, eyes all over her.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo blinked at she was waved over by her mark, before accepting the good fortune. Sometimes things on a job simply works out in your favor, but that didn't mean she would let down her guard.

Obeying the call she continued to move with lithe motions as she danced through the crowd. Her hypnotic motions faltering only a beat as she was reminded at the sheer size difference between them.

[a-den-of-demons]

King Minos grinned, and he pulled her close when she was in arms grasp, “You are a temptress.” He grasped her hips, squeezing her ass.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo slipped easily into his arm, kicking her legs out as she flipped her hair back out of her face. Revealing fluttering eyelashes who give him a teasingly bashful "who me?" expression.

[a-den-of-demons]

He put a hand on her thigh, and squeezed it, “You are mine tonight, little dancer~. What is you name?” He leaned down to kiss her, groping her chest.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo wasn’t sure how best to respond, given that she lacked her usual forms of communications without showing her metaphorical hand.

Instead, she leaned into the mystery by pulling him down into the kiss.

[a-den-of-demons]

He decided not to strip her here? And kissed her more, “You have the attention of a king.” He danced his hand over her thighs, “Drink with me!” He brought a strong drink to her lips.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo took the drink easily, and even though she knew how to make a show of drinking, she wasn’t immune to their effects.

His affections were only to her benefit though, continuing to grind and roll her hips against his touch.

[a-den-of-demons]

His bulge was massive, and his touching explored her more, “I see you can’t speak~. So you are going to drink with us~.” He kissed her more, drinking more, “How did you end up here~?“ He offered her a paper to write on.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

His bulge wasn’t a surprise given the height of the man, but she still idly rubbed it with her leg as she sat in his lap.

“You needed dancers,” wrote out the mute as she was offered a pencil, her handwriting elegant and flowing much like her other movements. “And what fool would dare resist an offer of a king?”

[a-den-of-demons]

It was bigger than any of his kingdom, and he looked into her eyes, “Maybe if you entertain me, you’ll be able to stay longer~.” This shortstack made his blood boil in lust, “Another round!” A mug was put in front of her.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

"Oh? And I not entertaining enough?"

A baser, more animalistic part of the mute wanted to find out how large exactly it was, but she was not yet drunk enough to lose focus of her task. Even though the king unknowingly seemed to be driving her towards such diversions.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[a-den-of-demons]

Minos was enjoying the celebrations. Drinks spread around at the end of a campaign. He could handle his drink, and saw that dancer giving him eyes. He grinned, and when a man noticed, he grinned, “She’s mine.” He gestured for her to come over, eyes all over her.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo blinked at she was waved over by her mark, before accepting the good fortune. Sometimes things on a job simply works out in your favor, but that didn't mean she would let down her guard.

Obeying the call she continued to move with lithe motions as she danced through the crowd. Her hypnotic motions faltering only a beat as she was reminded at the sheer size difference between them.

[a-den-of-demons]

King Minos grinned, and he pulled her close when she was in arms grasp, “You are a temptress.” He grasped her hips, squeezing her ass.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo slipped easily into his arm, kicking her legs out as she flipped her hair back out of her face. Revealing fluttering eyelashes who give him a teasingly bashful "who me?" expression.

[a-den-of-demons]

He put a hand on her thigh, and squeezed it, “You are mine tonight, little dancer~. What is you name?” He leaned down to kiss her, groping her chest.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo wasn’t sure how best to respond, given that she lacked her usual forms of communications without showing her metaphorical hand.

Instead, she leaned into the mystery by pulling him down into the kiss.

[a-den-of-demons]

He decided not to strip her here? And kissed her more, “You have the attention of a king.” He danced his hand over her thighs, “Drink with me!” He brought a strong drink to her lips.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo took the drink easily, and even though she knew how to make a show of drinking, she wasn’t immune to their effects.

His affections were only to her benefit though, continuing to grind and roll her hips against his touch.

[a-den-of-demons]

His bulge was massive, and his touching explored her more, “I see you can’t speak~. So you are going to drink with us~.” He kissed her more, drinking more, “How did you end up here~?“ He offered her a paper to write on.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

His bulge wasn’t a surprise given the height of the man, but she still idly rubbed it with her leg as she sat in his lap.

“You needed dancers,” wrote out the mute as she was offered a pencil, her handwriting elegant and flowing much like her other movements. “And what fool would dare resist an offer of a king?”

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[a-den-of-demons]

Minos was enjoying the celebrations. Drinks spread around at the end of a campaign. He could handle his drink, and saw that dancer giving him eyes. He grinned, and when a man noticed, he grinned, “She’s mine.” He gestured for her to come over, eyes all over her.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo blinked at she was waved over by her mark, before accepting the good fortune. Sometimes things on a job simply works out in your favor, but that didn't mean she would let down her guard.

Obeying the call she continued to move with lithe motions as she danced through the crowd. Her hypnotic motions faltering only a beat as she was reminded at the sheer size difference between them.

[a-den-of-demons]

King Minos grinned, and he pulled her close when she was in arms grasp, “You are a temptress.” He grasped her hips, squeezing her ass.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo slipped easily into his arm, kicking her legs out as she flipped her hair back out of her face. Revealing fluttering eyelashes who give him a teasingly bashful "who me?" expression.

[a-den-of-demons]

He put a hand on her thigh, and squeezed it, “You are mine tonight, little dancer~. What is you name?” He leaned down to kiss her, groping her chest.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo wasn’t sure how best to respond, given that she lacked her usual forms of communications without showing her metaphorical hand.

Instead, she leaned into the mystery by pulling him down into the kiss.

[a-den-of-demons]

He decided not to strip her here? And kissed her more, “You have the attention of a king.” He danced his hand over her thighs, “Drink with me!” He brought a strong drink to her lips.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo took the drink easily, and even though she knew how to make a show of drinking, she wasn’t immune to their effects.

His affections were only to her benefit though, continuing to grind and roll her hips against his touch.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[a-den-of-demons]

Minos was enjoying the celebrations. Drinks spread around at the end of a campaign. He could handle his drink, and saw that dancer giving him eyes. He grinned, and when a man noticed, he grinned, “She’s mine.” He gestured for her to come over, eyes all over her.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo blinked at she was waved over by her mark, before accepting the good fortune. Sometimes things on a job simply works out in your favor, but that didn't mean she would let down her guard.

Obeying the call she continued to move with lithe motions as she danced through the crowd. Her hypnotic motions faltering only a beat as she was reminded at the sheer size difference between them.

[a-den-of-demons]

King Minos grinned, and he pulled her close when she was in arms grasp, “You are a temptress.” He grasped her hips, squeezing her ass.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo slipped easily into his arm, kicking her legs out as she flipped her hair back out of her face. Revealing fluttering eyelashes who give him a teasingly bashful "who me?" expression.

[a-den-of-demons]

He put a hand on her thigh, and squeezed it, “You are mine tonight, little dancer~. What is you name?” He leaned down to kiss her, groping her chest.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo wasn’t sure how best to respond, given that she lacked her usual forms of communications without showing her metaphorical hand.

Instead, she leaned into the mystery by pulling him down into the kiss.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Taking more than she can handle

@a-den-of-demons

Spirits ran high in the longhouse of the Green Grass Kingdom, laughter and music spilling from every corner.

Music, wine, and the scent of roasted meats mingled in the drinking hall, where invited guests celebrated with abandon. Performers weaved through the crowd, clad in sheer silks that left little to the imagination.

But not everyone in the hall belonged.

Among the revelers, a dancer moved like liquid, every gesture flowing seamlessly into the next. Her outfit mirrored her striking pink-and-brown hair, catching the lantern light with every turn.

Neo’s smile never reached her eyes. The celebration was a mask as her true aim lay with the king’s treasure, and first, she needed the man who knew its hiding place to notice her.

She tracked the towering man with white hair as he weaved through the crowd, timing her steps, weighing the perfect moment to draw his gaze.

[a-den-of-demons]

Minos was enjoying the celebrations. Drinks spread around at the end of a campaign. He could handle his drink, and saw that dancer giving him eyes. He grinned, and when a man noticed, he grinned, “She’s mine.” He gestured for her to come over, eyes all over her.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo blinked at she was waved over by her mark, before accepting the good fortune. Sometimes things on a job simply works out in your favor, but that didn't mean she would let down her guard.

Obeying the call she continued to move with lithe motions as she danced through the crowd. Her hypnotic motions faltering only a beat as she was reminded at the sheer size difference between them.

[a-den-of-demons]

King Minos grinned, and he pulled her close when she was in arms grasp, “You are a temptress.” He grasped her hips, squeezing her ass.

[icecreaminanumbrella]

Neo slipped easily into his arm, kicking her legs out as she flipped her hair back out of her face. Revealing fluttering eyelashes who give him a teasingly bashful "who me?" expression.