pit of filth

[lowkeyunsavory]

mun is 27 years old with 10+ years of rp experience (they/them). anyone under 18 dni. if i cannot easily find your age on your blog i will not interact

dead dove nsfw blog (don't open the bag the label is accurate), will feature dark, taboo, kink and mature themes throughout and I likely will not be trigger-tagging any post. this is a judgement free zone and meant for leisure time. it's gonna get gross and trashy in here this is your warning

my intention is to keep things lowkey and fun, however given the nature of the content i write i do value communication between myself and other writers to avoid crossing lines or disrespecting boundaries. consent is key

this is a sideblog, so followbacks will be from a different url. however, in order to keep a clean dash i'll only follow mutuals i write with consistently

i'm the type to jump in and see where the vibes lead, but i do enjoy and engage with in-depth plotting. i love ships especially if they are inherently toxic. my messages are always open :)

i will engage with mxm and mxf threads

muses are subject to change, i will attempt to keep all pages up to date. i tend to think up new muses or verses on the fly, plus i don't mind whipping up a muse specifically for a plot

my preference is for gifs over static icons

my only hard limits are diaper stuff (watersports i will write selectively) and character death. most other things are likely on the table for me if the plot seems good

sabrina carpenter, sydney sweeney, michael cimino, oliver stark, olivia rodrigo, and nicholas galitzine are currently my banned fcs. list subject to change.

muse list

wanted

possible fcs

(NOTE: muse list is currently not up to date, i am in the midst of a revamp)

[thefcw]

Open to: dominant tops and bottoms, switches selectively (30+) Plot: enemies to lovers, frenemies, bromance, ex bf, whatever really. Just give me some "I'm still in denial I like you so fuck you and fuck me". Or someone new-ish and they want Kay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Kay had just closed up shop but still had the garage door half open since he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Nothing was waiting for him at home anyway. Putting away his tools and kicking greasy rags on the floor he heard a knock on the metal frame of the garage door. Turning around Kay sighed when he saw the man and shook his head, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You have nothing better to do on a Friday night? Shop's closed. Bye.”

[lowkeyunsavory]

It was no secret Marcus had looked down on Kay and the ways he made money since they were younger, yet despite that he loved these surprise visits. Catching Kay in his dingy, natural habitat still covered in a layer of grime, grease, and sweaty labor made exposing the fact that he kept tabs on a man he claimed to have disdain for incredibly worth it. “I was just thinking about how you might finally be ready for a real job. What did you make today? I couple hundred bucks? I make that in five minutes just breathing,” Marcus chortles, careful not to lean on any surface in the garage to keep his suit pristine. “You’d make way more money as my driver. I would need to teach you how to shower properly of course, but my charity work is very important to me so I wouldn’t mind.”

[thefcw]

Open to: f/nb 21+ Plot: age gap, your muse proving Joseph he doesn’t have to be an old single widower for the rest of his life. Make him less bitter.

Age had shown on the old CEO for sure, he’d become a grumpy old man with no social life outside of the gentlemen’s clubs and fundraisers where he unironically hated everyone. Joseph had the decency to not pretend to care about the next endangered animal. At a point he began hate the younger generation, the giggling groups of women taking selfies and men talking about Bugattis they rented with their parents money and wouldn’t shut up about cryptocurrency. Murder crossed his mind a few times and whenever one of them was for some reason hired in his offices he’d drown a couple of phones in their sugar coffees just so they would stop with the photos and stalking their amateur portfolios. Before kicking them out of course.

One day he met an endearing young woman though, someone who was able to make him smile and calm down just by their presence. What she saw in him he had no clue but she was his now. And fuck she was beautiful. He had no intention to keep his hands off of her. Pressed against her back Joseph hugged her, smelling her neck and hands caressing her and slipping from her hips to her abdomen, “Imagine how beautiful you’ll be when you’re pregnant.” The thought of her having his child drove him crazy and the thought of everyone knowing she was his.

[lowkeyunsavory]

Laurel never set out to be a cliche. It was true that Joseph was more than twice her age, the powerful CEO at the company she worked for, and so far out of her league she still wondered if they had any real future, but none of that was what attracted Laurel to him. From their first interaction she started falling for him, and her feelings only intensified the more time went on. It wasn’t his money or status that she loved, but the man he was beneath the cold exterior. Joseph had a way of making Laurel feel alive whenever they were together, so naturally she felt certain she wanted to dedicate her life to him.

What was a girl to do but smile and sink into the fantasy when he engulfed her in his embraced and promised her everything she dreamed of? “Imagine how much of the pregnancy you’ll miss because of your crazy work schedule. You do realize that when I’m on maternity leave, these midday cuddles will be harder to have don’t you?” she giggled, too caught up in Joseph’s affection to even care if someone else in the office saw them like this. Thinking about her stomach growing with his child inside of her heated Laurel’s body to the point her thighs clenched. She rubbed the backs of Joseph’s hands to encourage him to keep them there. “Unless you plan to personally make sure I’m taken care of and getting enough bed rest to nurture our baby…”

[m1dnighters-deactivated20260406]

muse: abel nichols. twenty-four. son of a spree killer and the owner of his family's farm.

plot: abel has returned home after being picked up by the local sheriff who thinks he has something to do with recent murders because some years ago his dad killed a bunch of people.

open to: two muses (ideally one m and one f but two of the same gender is fine too!)

'alright, alright, come on now.' abel hums, wrapping his arms around both of his younger siblings. he felt so much older than twenty-four. maybe it was true what they say, that trauma ages people. if that was the case then, abel must have been a hundred years old at least, 'no one is taking anyone away from each other. no one is going anywhere.' and he meant it. abel had dedicated his entire life to keeping the two of them safe. he'd bore the brunt of their father's abuse as kids and now he was the one keeping the farm running.

'asshole sheriff just had some questions for me.' any time a dead body turned up in this town, abel found himself sitting in the police station. the same old questions time and again. where were you, what were you doing, do you have anyone who can corroborate your story? in a way, he couldn't really blame them. jedidiah nicholas was the worst thing that ever happened to this town and abel was his spitting image. at least his siblings had the benefit of looking like their mother.

'look, uh, another body turned up this morning. it was some camper who'd been staying out on the lake.' which was abel's way of saying that things where about to go from bad to worse. he tightens his arms around them both. in these moments he was thankful he inherited his dad's stature too, it made hugging them both so much easier, 'i'd feel a lot better if we all just stayed together. i don't want either of you going out alone, you understand?'

[lowkeyunsavory]

troy was the first to reach abel, immediately seeking comfort in the crook of his brother’s neck like the baby of the family he was. despite being the one to constantly try to break away from their dark, family legacy troy knew deep down he wasn’t half the man abel was. his embrace was desperate, like clinging to the stability his big brother’s presence returned to their family was the only way to stay grounded amidst the brewing chaos. without abel, what would he even be?

“i fucking told you! we need to get out of here. leave all this shit behind once and for all. like, you don’t even try to run when the cops come for you. and now what? we’re going to hole up at the farm for the rest of our lives until they arrest you again? this is crazy! we need to—”

“shut up! leave him alone!” kenzie interjected, bawling into abel’s chest while hugging her brothers tightly. their family was screwed up sure, but at least they were together. that was the important thing. she knew as their only sister they could be overprotective, but she always felt confident that even in the worst of times she could take care of abel and troy so long as they remained a family. “he said he wants us to stick together and stay inside. the sheriff just let him go, troy. abel needs a warm meal, a shower, and a family who won’t stress him out with their nonsense. do what he says for once!”

obviously, this was just a culmination of troy and kenzie’s bickering, a state they often returned to whenever abel wasn’t there to keep the peace. grown they may be, inside they both needed their big brother to hold them together. “whatever you want, abel. we’ll do whatever you say. let’s just go home,” kenzie pleaded as she looked up to him with bleary eyes. “but troy is right about one thing. the sheriff can’t keep taking you on a whim. we can’t protect ourselves when you’re gone.”

[monarchyofdesires-deactivated20]

@indiestarter || open to: any gender muse, 21+, mutuals or not, all chill! muse: Exiled/Cursed Prince Adrian Ardenti; 30-46 years old; Tom Ellis FC; 1/2 Incubus Blooded; Sex Fiend; Dominant-leaning-Switch/Switch; PLAYING MUSE B. plot/connection: muse a is the fierce, headstrong leader of a small village. when muse b, a notorious viking raider, storms through with their crew, they claim muse a as their prize. muse a fights back at every turn, but muse b loves a challenge. bound on the raiders' ship, muse a has to figure out how much of their resistance is survival—and how much is raw, primal attraction to the wild-eyed brute who now calls them “theirs.” (origin in source link)

”You truly are infuriating, my darling Y/M,” Adrian stated, storming into the head chieftain’s home and grabbing them by wrapping an arm around their waist and pulling them to him. “Your people fought well, but you and your people are our captives and under our conquest now,” he added, staring at Y/M with a primal, hungry intensity that bordered on erotic yet leaned toward the predatory at the time. He was known for his conquering of villages and even large cities with his crew, yet being merciful toward all except the leader of the conquered peoples.

“You will be coming with me, on my next voyage,” Adrian informed them, using his hand to cup their chin and tilt it to force them to look at him, his smile sadistic and playful at the same time. “It’s unusual for me to bring a leader of a conquered village with me but the legends about you intrigue me, and I want you as part of my crew,” he stated, releasing their chin after not having held it too hard but enough to show dominance.

“I’ll even help you pack,” he said, taking his arm from their waist and binding their wrist to his so they couldn’t escape him or his control. “You can take whatever you wish, but I shall pack your weapons — you can have them back on the ship, once you submit to my authority,” he informed them bluntly, yet was actually offering an olive branch by allowing them to bring their weapons along at all. It was easier than teaching them to fight like a Viking, or with viking weapons.

“You’ll also be expected to be my pet, should you consent to immeasurable pleasure once you join my crew,” Adrian said straight-forwardly, his face unreadable, though there had been a slight emphasis on the terms ‘pet’ and ‘consent’, which should give hope to those who heard it from him over his years in exile.

[lowkeyunsavory]

The intrusion was met with a malicious gaze and a rumbling growl, yet Adrian’s advance stunned Korvys into mystified silence. He was a hero to the villagers and a bane to any outsiders, so there wasn’t a man in the region daring enough to talk down to him let alone hold him as one would a maiden. In all his years, Korvys had never been made to feel small or bashful, yet one viking had him shirking within the walls of his own home to the point his protests died in the back of his throat? Looking up at Adrian, Korvys felt like he was beginning to lose himself in the viking’s smile.

It wasn’t until he was released that Korvys could breathe and think clearly once more, prompting him to yank at the binding imposed on him out of spite. His declaration that he’d rather die than surrender to the raiders wasn’t just a ploy to rally the men of his village, it was his truth. He only retreated into his lodgings to spare the villagers from witnessing their chief’s inevitable end. “I’m no fool. You viking scum have a reputation here, too. You more than any of them. Honeyed words won’t distract me from your intentions,” Korvys responded as if the charged moment they shared previously was nothing more than a fantasy.

”Is this some sort of humiliation ritual? I let my guard down so you can—what? Parade me before my village and then slaughter me to demoralize them further? I’m a warrior, not a pawn.” As if to further prove as much, Korvys makes no move to pack anything and instead instigates Adrian by pulling his wrist close to his body and refusing to move, restricting the viking and refusing to give him control despite his capture. He even spit at the other’s feet, demonstrating that he in no way felt conquered. “I will not spill blood in your name, I will not serve you. I was born to lead this village and I will die doing so. To even suggest I’d enjoy being a part of your crew as some sort of … pet is an insult. You’ll never have me, so take my head now and be done with it. I’m not afraid to die for my home.”

[lowkeyunsavory]

okay but a superhero who always laments about how he hates fighting villains he's sexually attracted to but somehow ends up popping murder boners and killing them "on accident" and who also seems to only rescue hot people while leaving uggos to die and will also be quite rape-y pushy about getting sexual favors from those he does bother to save as repayment who has a string of former sexual partners who suffered serious injury from their encounters with him because he "accidentally" lost control of his powers but also strangely cums super hard when he hears those final, tortured screams of a normie he's fucking into a literal puddle of blood....

[lowkeyunsavory]

august was a wash for me but let's see if september will treat me better

[lowkeyunsavory]

i'd love replies to any of these open starters: x (m/m) x (m/f) x (m/m) x (m/f) x (m/f)

[lowkeyunsavory]

a therapist who tells their client they probably did something to warrant/deserved the abuse that traumatized them

a therapist who responds to a retelling of r*pe with "that's hot"

a much older therapist exploiting their client's daddy/mommy issues by being withholding to force them to constantly return to awful sessions and seek approval

a therapist who is doing everything in their power to keep their client as their worst self

just a bad, inappropriate, self-serving therapist doing fucked up things to their client for their own gratification. why would this therapist ever want their client to heal? everyone knows that poor mental health is sexy

[roadsidemotels]

IN ANOTHER FAMILY, SHE MIGHT'VE been allowed to court and marry the second she turned eighteen (like her older brother). but her daddy - and the reverend - agreed she was... special. out of twelve, she was the only girl, and her mother and grandmother always said how hard it was going to be for her daddy to give her away. in their community, daughters didn't need to know who they were going to marry - only their fathers did. but, she'd seen some of the boys who'd asked, and she'd been relieved that he'd said no. but when clement hooper - who she was secretly convinced was the love of her life since she was thirteen - confessed he was going to ask for her daddy's blessing, she prayed all night that he'd say yes.

it took all her willpower not to spy on the men from her bedroom window. even though they were speaking outside, her mom had sent elsie and her brothers up to their rooms. it was half an hour later when her mom told her that her father wanted to take her for a drive. elsie closed the book she'd been reading - though she'd been on the same page since she went upstairs, too distracted by her thoughts to focus on it - and climbed off her bed, pulled on her sweater, and walked out to meet her father who was waiting for her. elsie slid into the passenger seat. " hi, daddy. " she greeted him with a quick kiss on his cheek, but she turned away quickly, too nervous (and excited) to look at him too long.

open to m !! (45+ only)

elsie marsh. she/her. 21. bisexual. 5'1. stay at home eldest daughter. pinterest board.

plot: elsie's at the age where she should be getting married and having children, but she's the only girl out of twelve kids and your muse - her dad - says that's why it's hard to let her go...but rly he just wants to keep her to himself...and the boy she has a crush on just came to ask for permission to marry her (gimme breeding shit, calling her pretty, shaming her for her crush, fucking her in the chapel, him saying gross shit, knocking her up, being her first kiss, etc.) and bring the reverend in if u want !! but dubcon welcome

[lowkeyunsavory]

when elsie was young, gunnar did everything he could to ensure she was raised right. it wasn't enough for her to grow into a good young woman, she had to be better than any other girl in their community. given the reverend's endorsement, gunnar knew definitively that elsie was the town gem, so why did every pissant with a tractor and a bright smile think they deserved the privilege of marrying his baby girl? gunnar didn't invest all this attention into her upbringing just to hand her off to someone unworthy.

he was in a foul mood as he often was when he had to scare off one of elsie's potential suitors, but it was out of the norm for one of her kisses to not at least cheer him up a little. there was something about the hooper boy's interest in his daughter that didn't sit right with him. gunnar couldn't name the feeling, but the intense daggers his eyes cast at elsie told how determined he was to get to the bottom of it. "can you believe the hoopers actually sent their son our way? the little shit can't even keep his truck running smooth let alone grow his homestead much more. i don't know how boys these days got so stupid. they need to realize that if they can't provide at least half of what your daddy can, they're beneath you and should leave you alone to be happy at home," he growled gruffly as he downed the rest of his beer and accelerated down the dirt path. gunnar continued to grumble a few more things about idiot boys sniffing around his perfect precious elsie before he crushed the beer can in hand and shot her an accusatory glance while not slowing down his truck at all. "that clement boy seemed to know you pretty well. had your favorite flowers picked out and even said he'd promise to sing your favorite hymn to you every night if he had the honor of being your husband. you been spending time with him or something?"

[scarletsxnss]

open to female/nonbinary muses! character: logan monroe , 36 , he / him , college professor plot: give me a basic sex-bot plot ! up to u if you wanna add more cerebral elements (looks like an ex, taboo connection, etc) or just have her be a pretty android he picked out :))

logan quickly pushes the packaging to the side—not even bothering to CLOTHE the woman before activating her. the world hasn't necessarily come to accept the idea of these 'love machines' but logan finds himself lonely as of late. while the other boots up, his hands gently touch her arm, running his fingers along her faux skin. she feels REAL and a part of him gets excited by that fact. 

he watches as LIFE gets pulled into her vessel. logan smiles as he sits on the bed beside her, his hands now trailing to her thighs. "good morning." the male greets, laughing at how silly it feels to be speaking to an android for the first time.

[lowkeyunsavory]

the unit came online without any awareness that her custom skin was commissioned to look identical to one of her owner's past students. a mean girl who'd slut shame one of her peers only to get a train run on her by the douchiest frat. the kind of girl who'd string along a nerd to get him to do her assignments or flash professor monroe in the front row only to laugh with her friends about what a creepy old perv he was. the girl her skin was designed to resemble was not a good person and thought of herself as above logan monroe. she never would've given him the time of day while she was on campus.

but this love machine was not her despite the resemblance. the only thing adalind was programmed to know with complete certainty was the name assigned to her off the assembly line and the fact that she was a deplorable, greedy slut unworthy of her owner's touch but desperate for it all the same. "good morning sir," adalind said sweetly once her consciousness was fully active. she immediately shifted closer to logan and parted her legs, the anticipation of his touch enough to trigger a slight pleasure response. she may have only just met him, but she recognized her owner and gazed at him with utter infatuation. "am i exactly what you hoped for? if not, please give me a chance to prove my vaule. i promise, i can do things for you that no other slut can if you give me a chance..."

[realbcys]

OPEN to submissives, or muses you want to force into submission. Get immersed in a hyper-realistic, tactile porn-centric MMO, Skintense. You can customize your avatar, your location, your wardrobe, and your experiences. But only if you pay for the expensive subscriptions. Your muse is on the free-to-play tier. So you’re at the mercy of the subscribers, who can alter anything and make decisions for you. Enjoy the incredibly realistic feeling of having your body changed into someone else’s dream boy… Wanted Kinks: Power Imbalance, Body Transformation, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Suddenly Discovering New Kinks (feel free to come plot what you're into), Unusual Sexual Scenarios, Forced Uniforms, Forced Nudity, Top to Bottom, Straight to Gay. Wanted Connections: Any. Friend, Bully, Sibling, Coach, Parent, Teacher, etc. Muse Choices: I've written this with Dante Fernandez in mind, but you can select from a number of my muses for this thread if you'd prefer someone else. Just let me know when you reply. Dante Fernandez (45), One (37), Keon Tan (33), Clint For (33), Gael Diaz (32), Jules Hanes (30), Rion Lang (23), Michael Martinez (22), Cub Hope (19), Alex Arroyo (18)

Everybody with any internet experience knows: You use a preloaded visa gift card to pay for stuff like a Porn MMO. No way to trace it back to you, and once the money ran out...good luck trying to charge you anything. No bullshit credit card leaks or telemarketers.

So of course, the man signed up for the "premium subscription" and paid for a month. If he liked the game he could do it again later, and if not he wouldn't feel like he wasted too much money.

Although, the game seemed like it was worth the money. He could change anything he wanted. He could alter his body shape, his weight, his musculature. And being a porn game, he could even adjust his cock. You could really be anyone you wanted in this thing! There were even some...exotic options for the more adventurous. But to begin with he made his character fairly close to himself. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Then he set up a scenario to experience. Again, he had near perfect control over everything from location to sex toys to the weather happening during the scene. Amazing. And it felt so god-damned real. For a moment, he forgot he was in his recliner. He could feel the air on his skin.

'After setting up your scenario, you'll receive a share code, or you can pair with a random user to share the experience'. Huh. Neat. He didn't have a friend to play porn games with right now, so he selected random pairing and let the game pull someone into his scenario.

'During your scenario, if your partner isn't to your liking in any way, you can open the adjustments menu for a suite of creative options (premium tier exclusive).'

He was surprised by that. But then he smiled, as the game announced it had paired him with another player, and they loaded into the world he'd built for them to enjoy...

[lowkeyunsavory]

davis couldn't let anyone know he had downloaded skintense. he was a stud, a fucking stallion with a girlfriend in every borough of his city plus a few side pieces scattered about too. he had a reputation to uphold, one that didn't align with participation in a porn mmo. furthermore, no one could know what servers he made his account on. imagine if his bros found out he actually preferred ass over pussy. he'd be ruined. signing up to join a skintense mfm server was meant to be his chance for a real release on the downlow. after all, gay guys loved him.

he was a strict top who rarely let whatever bottom slut his shirtless pics attracted on grindr cum in his presence, so no he wasn't gay. whatever sad, desperate twink was going to be gagging on his dick in the skintense scenario he joined could keep the queer title all to himself. davis was so assured of his status as an alpha dom that actually subscribing skintense never crossed his mind. he didn’t need to pay to be the man calling the shots.

davis spawned in the world without the ability to modify his avatar's body from his natural state. it was a good thing he'd just finished a pump before loading in for the first time though because the skimpy default jock outfit actually suited him. a tight crop top that exposed his midriff, even tighter athletic shorts that hugged his ass and thighs, all coupled with a cocky smirk that conveyed he thought he was any pillow biter's wet dream.

"god damn, i didn't expect it to feel so real," he marveled as he inspected his autogenerated avatar, then the world built around him, then the other user he assumed was the architect. davis received a disclaimer that he was entering the space of a subscriber, but he appeared unphased. he really wasn't that into older bottoms, but considering how often they offered to pay him to fuck their mouths he figured the dude at least would have some throat skills.

"the game preloaded me with the jock archetype for a reason, so some ground rules dude. keep your hands to yourself, i'm not going to prep you so you'll have to lube up on your own, and i fuck however hard i want to fuck. i swear to god if you whine i'm too big or going too hard, i'll knock your lights out and still keep fucking you," he said, not even needing to flex for his clothes to stretch around the bulge of his muscles. clearly, he lifted heavy and was used to his imposing size being enough to back up his machismo when dealing with the gays who salivated over him. even though he was the free user in this world, davis expected to be in charge. "if you actually manage to deepthroat me, i may load into your world in the future. consider this your audition."

[sinfullyyour-deactivated2026030]

Angus had to admit he was enjoying this farce very much. It was sort of cute how she was putting on this act of being diplomatic in front of him and his council. When him and his group were busy admiring her body and thinking of all the things they were going to do to her and make her do to them. It certainly was going to be a fun time for them all. And he really liked how she was playing hard to get and pretending she was here for a diplomatic mission. It certainly added more to the foreplay which he very much liked. He was busy letting his gaze travel down her perfect body admiring each and every inch of her. Her words caused a ruckus of laughter to ring around the room as everyone including him laughed. "Oh I am certain you are extremely capable with your mouth. You are most certain to be able to serve us all in this room with that mouth of yours without any hesitation. " He said to her with a smirk.

He then continued to watch her with interest as a fire burned in his eyes for her. For the longest time he didn't say anything to her and focused on her massive breasts. His eyes sparkled with lust for her and he couldn't wait to make her with a child which would be the first of many children they were going to have. That was part of the agreement he had made with her brother and her family and he intended to honour it. She was there for him to use as he pleased and bear him children after children. Her next words caused a throng of whistles and cheers from all his council members. Angus silenced them all with a raise of his hand as he stood up and slowly made his way towards her from his throne. He had a smile on his face as he stepped towards her. "I was wondering when you would like to head somewhere private. I was starting to get tired with all this build up as much fun as it was. Then again I was wondering if you wanted to do it right here in front of all of them. I certainly wouldn't have minded." He said to her with a smirk. At her next words he simply rolled his eyes at her for a moment. "That is all good and well. It certainly is going to be a long and pleasurable alliance. But I am more interested in enjoying your two dragons." He said as he grabbed her breasts in his hands and squeezed them a little enjoying how soft and warm they felt in his hands. Her breasts also fit perfectly in his hands for her as he licked his lips for a moment. A bulge was already started to form in his clothing.

[lowkeyunsavory]

kalyssa prepared for daevor's conquest by sharpening her mind, ignoring her brothers' assurances that the only indicators of her ability that the men in this region would care about were found in her curves. an ample bosom, childbearing hips, and beauty befitting royalty were her only assets that mattered. kalyssa thought herself a cut above the women she knew would be subjugated by her brothers. after all, she had a dragon who'd one day grow big enough to ride. despite this, she was their sole sister and the only one capable of birthing the next generation of dragon riders, so daevor himself made sure her body was conditioned for her future betrothed's pleasure while keeping her intact.

the response to king angus approaching and groping her was essentially pavlovian. kalyssa's breath hitched and her features flushed almost immediately as he touched her, any instinct to pull back was long trained out of her despite how she bristled at him doing so in front of all his men. "your grace, i am not some brothel whore. i expect my tongue to hold value even while i'm talking. i also expect basic respect…" beneath his hand, kalyssa's nipples began to harden. between her clenched thighs she began to grow wet. angus was a powerful man and regardless of what thoughts persisted in her head, she was primed to be enjoyed by powerful men. it was his right to use her without her say and though her tongue may protest, her body would always instinctively know its purpose. "please your grace, if you keep touching me like this i won't be able to focus on our talks," kalyssa pleaded, neediness in her voice as heat blooming from her chest and spreading across her body. "in private i implore you. if your advisors are permitted to see what'll come of me should you insist we continue with your hands on my body, their mocking will not cease while i am a guest in your castle…"

[supfag-archives]

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[zanephillips]

ZANE PHILLIPS Photographed by Owen Devalk

[waterfall33-deactivated20251226]

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[daimiyamoto]

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[ladyalysoftheblueajah]

WoT S3 Screening in London w Ceara Coveney 🥹