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"That's not going to stop me from doing it anyways. I like the thrill of a kill. It's why I even bothered joining my grandfather's ranks anyways." Kerrin using that word loosely made his nose scrunch once again, but he says nothing of it. He accepted her as his breeding partner long ago. Only a few other women have stuck around him for so long and she's one of them. Before he could pull away, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss after she returned his state of claim. He'll chuff against their kiss as he returns it all the same. Hunter even moved forward, guiding his elder back against her chair while his hands positioned themselves at either side of her upon said chair's armrests. He nipped. He licked. He suckled. His kisses were always rough with her. Hunger always present even if the male aggressively pulled away at times. Breaking their kiss with a nice loud smack, he presses his brow against her own. "Stop that before I fuck you straight into your chair. I'm on duty, princess." Not like that's stopped him before. He's taken her in closed off rooms to even closets. It didn't matter to him and it didn't matter to her either.

❝ Noted, then,❞ Kerrin stated. Kerrin just used a term that was familiar to her. As she grew comfortable in her seat, they shared a passionate kiss. A chirp or two given before she feels herself being guided back into her chair, she tucked one ankle behind the other when she shifted in a more comfortable position. It was the heat of the kiss that made Kerrin adore him, but once he pulled away, he spoke of such. She chuckled. ❝ Ok, ok. But I don't think that has stopped you before. If you want something, you have your methods of getting it. ❞ The elder nymph rested against the chair, knowing her sin would activate soon, when she yawned. ❝ But your kisses are really nice.❞

"I told you that you would enjoy the thrill didn't I~?" He cooed to her, licking bloodied lips. Her ichor still dripped from his chin and down upon her and wherever else it decided to trickle down. Hunter might have gotten a little carried away with that small meal, but can you blame him? Especially during the heat of the moment? No, not at all. With Belle begging for him to give her more, the demonic male couldn't help but laugh huskily at her. It was cute, but these are things he's heard many of times from past flings. But boy, did her words make his cock twitch. Hunter was still so close to her seeded flower that it would be easy to sink back in and take her once more. But where is the fun in that? "And here you said that I would become addicted to you. Careful, girl. You're asking for more than you can chew~." Words were followed suit with a lopsided grin. Hands guide the mongoose in a position where it would keep his seed from further leaking out. If it were to quicken and take root, it would be now. "Maybe you should come to work with your mom, huh? I don't even think I've seen you in Lust. I think you'd enjoy yourself~. Find me and I'll breed your cute cunt again if you begged hard enough." Hunter spoke lowly as he loomed over her messy form. A free hand held her chin tightly, stealing a rough kiss from bloodied lips before he left her to stand. His hand, still slick with her ichor brushed back his long locks before tucking his still hard member back into his pants, but keeps them undone. He fumbles around for his pack of cigarettes and loosely let his lips hold it one in place once it was drawn from it's pack. "See you in Hell, Emerson." He tosses her a wink before gathering up his things.

#funereasque #the spotlight is on ★ ( belle )

Belle found that strangely hot. By the burning pits, she hated him. He would've teased her and taunted her, but not given her what she wanted. A strange feeling for her. CAREFUL. ❝ You underestatimate me... ❞ she panted heavily. But the moment he moved her into a position. Seed would've thickened and adhered within her walls. She sits up properly, noticing that nothing leaked out, but as a Sloth. No worries, it wouldn't take, she thought. He speaks to her, teasing and taunting her to come to Hell. Hell was terrifying. Yet, the Mongoose knows that she will be recruited in a few days to be her mother's understudy. ❝ ...I'll think about it... ❞ Not giving him a for sure answer. Another rough kiss. She returns it. The woman stood up, trying to find her composure again. ❝...Just go!❞ Her shadows are already trying to clean up the mess. Stupid Endfield.

"Oh fuck!" Hunter groaned out loudly the moment sharp claws ranked down his front to draw what he begged her to draw. To him, this was pleasure. It made his eyes roll back, a shiver running down the length of his spine and goosebumps to arouse upon sun-kissed skin. He loved the feeling of his ichor running down his skin and most likely painting the woman beneath him the same colour. It was hot as fuck to see a demoness be beneath him, covered in such intoxicating wine. More does she beg and the more he is willing to oblige. He leans down as if he's going in for the kill. He harshly bites down upon her neck -- sharp teeth sunk down within delicate flesh for a passionate feed. Hunter cares little about the mess. It's there to heighten their arousal -- their passion. The more and more he gives her the more he feels her body ready to reach the highest point. Her cunt tightens as she loudly makes her pleasure known to a deaf house. The bed beneath them joined the sloppy sounds of their sex in groans of it's own. The banging of a headboard in perfect rhythm. He knew he was giving the girl the time of her life. With a climax washing over her, Hunter had to hurry things up for his own good. The fast pace turned to a slower one, but thrusts are solid. Heavy, rough and slow. They were meaningful with a goal in mind: to flood that greedy womb full of potent seed. Hunter withdraws from her neck with a loud gasp, panting as his feeding session was done. Blood dripped from his lips as he pressed one last kiss upon Belle's lips. A few more thrusts of his hips are given just before the last, meaningful one hit. He grunts against their kiss as he held the girl perfectly still as a few good ropes are pumped into her without second thought. "Such a naughty girl." He mused in a heavy pant, he felt dizzy from how tightly clenched she was -- overstimulating him just a bit. He licks at her cheek as he pulls out from her with a soft "pop".

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#imagery ★ ( belle )

All of Belle's sweet begging only made him twitch more and more inside of her. He throbbed oh so painfully and almost felt as desperate as she felt right in this very moment. The smell of arousal within the air wasn't helping either. It made his mouth water as he rests beneath her, cock buried nice and deep within her tightness.

The grin he wore never left his handsome face as she mused more and more about her loneliness and need to feel something good. And Hunter can tell she enjoyed the fullness she felt from his thick length giving her cunt something fat to hug. She did feel unusually warm however, but perhaps that has sometime to do with that bastard of a father of hers. He figured everything she did during intimacy unintentionally came around without her even knowing what she was doing. A husky laugh sounds from the male beneath her, fully enjoying this lustful state he had put the girl into so quickly. She bounced and rolled her hips just right within his hands. Tight walls clenched and quivered as soft sounds of her wetness grew further. He admired her body, loving the way her chest bounced with each movement and form quivering when his cock brushed against the right spot. Hunter called her beautiful. He called her a good girl and a good pet. He teases her with words on what else he'd do to her the next time they crossed paths. To collar her and teach her how to worship. A promise to flood a womb. He became the wolf and she the rabbit. Hands held her hips tightly that suddenly kept her in place as he leans forward. Hunter pins her down and lips collided with her own. A kiss that was full of nipping teeth aiming for blood and a tongue to lap it all up. A tongue that desired to hungrily dance with her own in a messy kiss. Once he pulled away, a mixture of blood and drool dripped from a stuck out tongue as he pounded into the poor girl. However, he encouraged Belle to fuck back. She might be his prey, but he is here for pleasure. "Claw at me, Belle. Make me bleed and I'll make you bleed all the same. You want that don't you~? Embrace it." He spoke in between heavy pants, moans and grunts. Hunter wasn't making this easy for the girl. Everything was a sensory overload and especially now with a hand that found home upon her sensitive clit. And boy, did he aggressively rub at it.

Every twitch inside of her made her yearning grow. There was something satisfying about finally having something to deal with her heat. Belle's core was adjusting to his size, finding it more pleasant by the second as her head lolls back. Hunter's words were heard, encouraging her to keep the pace. Her lustful state was making her lose it. His promises were too sweet as she begged him to make sure he would do that next time. Unknowingly becoming prey as her mother did, but their scenario was much different. The shift of weight startled her as she squeaked out, finding herself pinned to the bedding as brown locks pooled around her. A kiss came to her joy, leaning into the butterflies. Hunter would find that Belle was striking back. Ichor would've mixed in filled with both of their mouths, tasting him and her mixed together. A shudder and a muffled moan. As he pulled away, she moaned louder as her tongue lolled out. The sounds of body slapping against each other as one of her legs wrapped around him, rocking her hips back to give him pleasure. Her walls tighten greedily. The Sloth demon was losing herself as Hunter found a few slashes from her claws on his front. His ichor drips down upon her front and leaks down between her legs as the other, ❝ Yes, oh, please make me bleed! Oh, please give me more. I w-want y-you all. Hunter, please keep fucking me. I want to come as much as possible. I d-don't w-want you to leave. I need your fat cock!❞ The sensory overload was intense for her while his hand toyed with her clit. Immediately, her hips buckled into him violently, her walls clenched and squeezed him intensely as she released onto him. Belle screamed out as her body convulsed, but her arms wrapped around Hunter, bringing him close, clawing at his back roughly. Her hips buckle in need, thrilling at him. She begged him for more as her flower became sensitive, pleasure hitting her in waves.

If Belle wanted to hear more from him, she'd have to play a little harder. He'll make sure to bite his tongue and only give her sounds of delight when he wants her to hear them. "I always know what I want. Don't trust a man that doesn't~." He'll coo to her, playfully snapping his jaws to where lips brushed ever so lightly against each other. He wanted her to beg him to kiss her.

"Just like that, sweet girl." Again the praise, but this time, a finger slick from her wetness is pushed in just to hear her gasp. Hunter was dying to feel her walls clench against his digit, but more-so, his cock she carefully toyed with. "Looks like you're not playing the shy girl anymore, hm? I do have my own domain, but you wouldn't like it there. I wouldn't let you out. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me keeping you there and you being my obedient little pet." He teases, fingering her slowly before he carefully adds yet another digit. His member twitched and throbbed hungrily. It needed to feel the heat of her sex wrapped so tightly around him. Quivering and clenching -- wanting to milk him dry of potent seed. Hunter chuckles against her lips as she mused about him becoming addicted to her sex. Funny, he's used those words may times before, but he's positive she'll crave for him more than he will her. "I want you here, Belle. I'm going to cum inside of your tight little cunt right here in this very bed. I want your sheets to smell of me. To smell of us. I want you to think of me once I leave and touch yourself, recalling what happened here. I'll be sure to make a decent mess out of you to enjoy." And he's positive she's her father's daughter. He's heard the stories. The rumors of the rejected prince. Hunter allows her to enjoy the feel of him grope at her chest she guided him to fondle and toy with for a little while. Her nipples are pinched and pulled and beautiful mounds squeezed and caressed. "Spit on your hand and stroke my cock a few times." He said his command, nipping at the mongoose's cheek as fingers slide out from her cunt and both hands held her at her hips. Hunter waited patiently for her to do what she's told before he effortlessly moved her to straddle him. "Deep breath~." A honeyed coo from a man that doesn't actually care. Reaching down to help himself properly align with her, he'll guide her down. The head of his cock spreads her petals nicely as her flower takes more and more of him in until she's fully seated on her throne. A lowly growl vibrates within his chest while a tainted swear is made beneath his breath. She's tight even from all of Hayden's work. Then again, he assumes his brother's recent busy schedule allowed her to recover from his constant rut. Belle should feel him twitch aggressively within her tightness that made him groan lowly. In the moment of this all, he bunches up her nightgown, giving her a cue he's going to remove it and off it went -- tossed randomly within her room with little to no care at all. "Ride me like the good girl you are, Belle. Show me how much you need this." Again, it needed to be quick, but sometimes, those are the best fucks.

Belle took notice, finding herself annoyed by such. A hiss in protest from him, denying her. His words were cold but held true. Demons in their society wanted security and protection, and a flippant nature was discouraging and caused disinterest. He wanted Belle to do this and that. She knew it well, snapping his jaw at her whilst lips brushed, ❝ Please just kiss me already. You have to. I need you too...❞ she commented. His praise excited her. Immediately, her gasp became louder while his finger pushed inside. Her walls clenched in need. Hands plumped along his cock faster, smearing pre all over while the thumb pressed more firmly. Her cheeks were dusted with a soft pink. If there was a sin that always peeked its head, it was Lust. Nearly claimed, yet Sloth had a tighter hold. They spoke of domains. He teased her, nearly considering it. But she had to remind herself she was no one's pet. ❝ It's been so long, I need it. I want it. I have to have it... ❞ she said with a hitched tone. As the second finger was added in the midst of fingering, she moaned and gasped for him. Her eyes were fluttering closed. Her hips are rocking against his fingers in need, creating a soft, wet noise with each motion. Her heat was burning, making her body unbearable. His words echoed within her, making promises to her. The Emerson girl was different from the usual women of his company. A hand rubbing through her locks as he toys with her nipples and breasts, making sure she feels every taunting pleasure. She lets a happy escape. Demons like him don't care for her; she won't fulfill herself. Belle was too far gone, allowing herself to drool on her palm. She does as she is told, rubbing her saliva all over his cock until it shines before pumping a few times. As his hands rested on her hips, she raised them as she hummed happily. A reward came when she took a deep breath, feeling him pushing deep within her. It caused her to gasp out suddenly, feeling him spread her heated walls. Petals swollen from arousal as a pearl jutted out. Until she was seated properly on a newer throne, Belle felt so full and stuffed with his member. His aggressive twitching massaged her just right as she nearly melted. Her arms rose above her head, allowing her nightgown to be removed. Hunter didn't need to tell her twice; her hips started to move up and down as she felt his member rubbing along her insides. Belle moaned louder than normal, finding no one here. She could do so; however, the shadows muffled the room. Her wetness and arousal grew. Her breasts are bouncing happily. Hoping Hunter wouldn't make her feel good, but this felt so great. Her core warms even more, unconsciously picking up some natural tricks being a child of Aiden. Very so often, she would make short rocks. A hand cupping and pinching her breasts. ❝ Kiss me, Hunter. Pretty please, I want to know what it's like to be kissed by a man who knows what they want. ❞

So there wasn't any catch to this blade then, huh? A part of him actually felt a sense of relief. The last thing he needed was being forced to pledge himself to another circle and ruling family because he's sleeping around with their little songbird. He has ran into sticky situations before with the women he's taken. Kerrin's laugh was charming just as her voice was. It truly did make this wild boy smile. And especially when she was so gentle. His true opposite. And she knew well enough that he melts beneath her touch when it came to feeling her fingers running through his long locks. He finds himself leaning down furthermore as she kept his head held within her hands as she teased and spoke. His red and golden gaze wandered away from hers for a moment though as certain things that rolled off her tongue made his nose scrunch in distaste. "Ah, so you've heard the rumors of the women I toy with?" Was asked, looking back at the kudu with a slightly more hardened gaze. "Some rules I do have to fucking follow though. I may have favor, but I know I'm a pain in the fucking ass to my grandfather." But, Drago can't afford to lose an important member of the guard. Especially when two of his own blood have such potential for more. "I know I forced my mark upon you during the heat of the moment and I guess that's not fucking fair on my part. But, if you think of me as such, I won't argue with that. I want you to be fucking mine each and every season, Rua. I will kill for you. If I see another touch you like I do, I'll make sure I'll be the last thing they see."

Hunter does not feel love for the woman, but she knows he shows his interest in his possessiveness and awareness of her readiness. He may be all consuming and perhaps overbearing, but it has earned the elder nymph a guard dog that isn't afraid to bite the hand that feeds him.

"Mine. Mine. Mine."

No catches, no hitches, no anything. Rua was sincere about this exchange and made it clear to the Dis Royal Family that she had no interest in trapping him. Of course, no one in Dis wanted to do so unless it was certain families, but Blaise and those around respected her decision. ❝ I've done my research, Hunter. I'm not a sheltered flower that everyone seems to take me for... ❞ the lavender-haired demon smirked a little. Yet, her gaze seems to not waver through the intensity. His request came. There was relief there that he finally asked her, she spoke like a melody without hesitation. She knew what she was going to say, ❝ You don't have to do all of that now. I'll be yours each and every season, Dju'rak. I'm your mate. No one is going to touch me because I have you.❞ He was a good guard, even a grand lover. Her wild child. ❝ Yours. Yours. Yours.❞ She leaned in to kiss him, deeply and passionately.

Well, it seems like the demoness had no interest in actually shooing him away. She might have some inner thoughts of doing such, but Hunter knew she wanted to do what he desired her to do. And yes, he is mocking her and yes, he does think her weak. There is proof of that happening right now.

One day, Belle will be stronger. Not hide within the shadows. A future aspiration that will spark within her. But she was already in too deep, literally. The sounds of his voice echoing within her ears felt bizarre as that tingling heat that hadn't been felt in a while grew. Or had it always been there? Belle always ignored her moods, her heats. Her thumb continues to play with him, pressing a bit more firmly against the sensitive tip, wanting to hear more. Sweetened lies? As he brought himself closure to her, the heat of his breath against hers. Lips nearly touching. ❝...You also know what you want...❞ she responded. Hunter didn't seem like the one who would arouse for anyone. This is what confused Belle. If he truly hated Hayden, he would've done her harm physically. A firm grip is given as she pumps her hand along, not because he egged her on, but she wanted to hear his voice. But she was eerily silent. ❝ Like this? ❞ she inquired sweetly, tempting him. The rubbing caused her to squirm slightly, as a shiver or two. Her breath heaving for a moment, finding the rise and fall of her chest quickly as well as her thoughts. The mongoose wanted to know what he felt like inside of her. The peaks upon her breasts aroused. He says her name and speaks of time. What falls from her plush lips, ❝ because you have a half-day? A shame...I have my own world. I can let you in. What seems like a few minutes in there is much longer. Stay since you when throught all this trouble...❞ She spoke out softly. It was her own world; she always had to welcome people in. No one knew where it was. A gift from her grandfather. Her hand rubs over the pre-cream. Hunter's hand roamed, touching her wet petals and rubbing around. A bell-like gasp and moan escape her. A hand dared, reaching for his other hand to slip it underneath her gown to touch one of her breasts. ❝Don't you want to know what it's like inside? You might get addicted...❞ Belle stated, unbashful now.

"So, if it isn't a pin, I bet it's a sticker." Again, he jests as his gaze moves from her pretty face to the hand that opens up a drawer from her vanity and pulls out a box. Hunter listens to her muse about that rests within it and there was something in the back of his mind that told him this was a bribe. A bribe for what though? "From the treasury of Dis? Are you sure you should be giving me a relic like this, Kerrin?" A gloved hand accepts the box as he moves to stand straight. The box is opened to find the blade resting within it. The grip looked gorgeous and so did the engravings of ancient ruins. This was a rather old relic and obviously one that was within the armory for a reason all this time. "I uh...this is a rather lovely gift, Rua." Don't mind him. He's rather hard for him to say the words "thank you." With a soft sigh, he leans down to capture her lips in a hard, yet passion-filled kiss. "Perhaps I should test it out on you, hm~? That would make for an exciting evening, don't you think?" He was being half serious. "I'll make sure it gets good use. We'll have fun together." Hunter adds, twirling his newfound weapon within his hand to test out balance and get familiar with its weight. "I've been nothing but sour today. I feel like I have to gift you something in return, but it pleases me to see that you carry around my trinket I gave you months ago." He mused, turning around so that he may lean against her vanity, an arm crossed while the other still fidgets with the blade. "What do you even think about us, Kerrin? I'm just curious. I promise not to get angry..."

A soft, airy chuckle is given in response. ❝ Stickers would be nice, but you all have no use for them,❞ Kerrin stated. She was sincere when the gift was given to him, but he seemed confused. She nodded her head in excitement. ❝ There is no other person I would give it to but you, silly! ❞ A laugh escaped her, not mocking him, but truly charmed by him, as her cheeks were dusted pink. But soon he thanked her, delivered such a passionate kiss that took her breath away. Returning the affection with just as much passion, her hands cupped his face delicately as her fingers ran through his hair. When they parted, the softest 'wow' was heard.

Her hands still cupped his face briefly before dropping as she straightened herself in her seat. A pause as she considered the thought, ❝ I'll think about such; however, it would be more personal if we had matching knives for that~! ❞ she sang. A thought. But soon her hands rested in her lap when he spoke once more. ❝ It's my favorite... ❞ The trinket was kept safe after all. But then he asked a serious question. One who earned silence for a bit before she speaks, ❝ at first, I thought of you as a bothersome and troublesome person when you were assigned to me. But you were one of the few souls who dared to treat me like a person. Somehow, you respect me in a different way. I feel normal with you, Dju'rak. I was worried because of all the rules you have to follow, but your grandfather is the captain. Then I learned some things weren't being applied to you like the others. What I mean is I thought about us...and well, I enjoy us, I am fond of us. I hope you are fond of us too. I don't mind what you do, take more females and such, I'm happy with you being here with me. In some way, I think of you as my mate. If I could have true feelings, I think I would want it to be you... ❞ Rua would have to make due what what she has.

"Sure, I'm imposing, but you are being a most gracious host~." He'll chuckle lowly, a little annoyed that she never answered him upon her intimate affairs with his younger brother. Something tells him that he's right though. However, the words he fed to Belle are loaded with poison.

The chimera grinned oh so proudly as he convinced the girl to let those soft hands of hers wander. The royal guardsman stayed totally still as eyes of red greedily watched her explore his toned form. Taking in the details of his shape beneath delicate fingertips. Goosebumps aroused upon sun-kissed skin as Belle's touch did tickle in the slightest.

An eye closes as he tilts his head slightly, still looking at her. "It's not going to bite you, Belle." Hunter is oh so amused about this whole situation at hand. Last night, he was stalking her like prey and now she's not even really bothering to kick him out of his bed. Her earlier attempt was pathetic, so it doesn't count in his opinion. An arm moved out from behind his head so that a hand rests against her thigh. A gentle and reassuring squeeze is given just before thumb caresses against fine cotton. "Are you curious about anything else? I'll close my eyes. I won't look if that makes you feel better~."

#funereasque #nsfw cw #the spotlight is on ★ ( belle )

A most gracious host? An owlish blink given to the chimera. Belle didn't want to answer any intimacy questions. It was none of Hunter's business. Rather, she tried to ignore it as his words were laced with poison, a temptation. The mongoose was struggling...

And she took in every single detail from the soft, ghostly touch. She never touched anyone else outside of Hayden. Or rather, it has been months and months, and the young demoness wanted to pull away.

Her ears and tail immediately appeared, fur bristling as she looked unsure. He was coaxing her, daring her to look more. It was clear he was mocking her. He wanted her to do more. The worst bit of it. She wanted to do more. A deep breath. You just need to tell him off. His hand was grasping her thigh, making her tremble. Don't do it. It was a mantra on repeat. Her eyes seem to avert. No one was going to be home for a week. Until...

Eyes of red and gold shifted slightly as the sound of her bell-like voice touched his ears, snapping him back to reality and out of thought. They gave a playful roll then as he removed himself from the wall he propped himself against. He was supposed to be guarding Kerrin from out her chamber door, but Hunter is almost always in the belly of her room since they first became intimate with each other. "Oh goodie." The royal guard spoke in return, making his way to the kadu. A hand rests upon her vanity as he leaned down. He was half tempted to take a lock of brushed hair to thumb, but he doesn't. Instead, his free hand is shoved within a front pocket of his pants. "I bet it's a cute pin to put on my uniform isn't it? The boys will be so fucking jealous. I can see it now~." Hunter tried his best to be playful instead of being so grumpy. He's barely spoken a word since he slipped inside her room. He just watched her remove her makeup, tuck jewelry safely away within their box and currently brushing out her hair.

#the spotlight is on ★ ( kerrin )#funereasque

Hunter was such a rule breaker. Kerrin can't help but admire such. The kudu would've shifted a leg off the other upon his approach, smiling brightly at him in his playful tone. ❝ Heavens, you know if I do that I must be fair, ❞ she stated to her so-called guard. Then who would be the jealous one, she wonders. Either way, she reaches into a drawer on the side and pulls out a long box. ❝ I can give anyone trinkets, love. What I am gifting you is even better.❞ ❝ A trinket from Dis's armory. Sometimes, I like to use my royal privileges to get nice things for myself and my desired company. The family does owe me quite a bit. ❞ A soft, bell-like voice almost sounds devious, but inside was a dagger with the edges hollowed out around the edge. There were tiny demonic runes. ❝ The more blood it consumes, the stronger it becomes. But there is a little groove you give some of your blood into to make the blade. When you are done, the blood dissipates until you have to use it again. I think such a gift suits your interests even better. ❞

Belle’s movements were too quick for the male’s liking and knew something was up. Quickly does he let her go to grab a hold of the pillow she wanted to hit him with. He then sat up, fully awake growling down at her. Yanking the pillow away, he’ll toss it across the room.

“You do treat my brother like this~? I’m your guest. This isn’t very nice.” Hunter teased, running a hand through his long locks to only let them fall freely into whatever place they wanted, cascading around strong shoulders.

“Really? Have you not seen a naked man before, Belle?” He cocks a brow as well as canting his head to a side. “Don’t tell me, you two do it fully clothed? Are you embarrassed or is he?” Hunter’ll tease, grabbing a hold of Belle’s hand and brought it to his chest for her to get a good feel.

“Feels nice doesn’t it? Warm. Soft…” He’ll muse, guiding her to trace one of many scars with gentle fingertips. It was slow, even a bit intimate his guidance is. He moves her hand down his front and down towards his stomach, before letting her hand go before reaching undone pants.

With a playful chuff, he’ll move to lean back against the plush headboard of her bed and crossed his arms behind his head.

“Be curious. No harm in that right~?”

#funereasque #the spotlight is on ★ ( belle )

Belle doesn't seem to flinch when he snags the pillow away, tossing it across the room. She hears it tumble onto the rug. A huff escapes her. ❝ You're only a guest because you are imposing... ❞ she corrected, grumbling slightly. The demoness sought to resolve this peacefully. She was about to get up when he took hold of her hand. The tug back was given but failed short as the brunette's hand was brought to his chest for a feel. Nails were delicately tracing along as he felt good, fingers touching against heated skin and stone abs. Belle wanted to scold; however, the touch was distracting. It tempted her. Hunter's words repeated, hurting her heart more and more. There had always been doubt in her... ❝ It is... ❞ she commented. A gasp escaped her when she pulled back. Oh, she feels guilt. nd yet, temptation is stronger for her. His hand was resting against her chest now, noticing how much he made himself at home. A hand raises, hesitating now, but she touches his abs again. ❝ Ok, just one touch... ❞ she repeated.

Belle's innocent squirming only made the hand upon her person squeeze and rub at her out of reflect from the sleeping chimera. He honestly was having quite the present rest. Her bed was soft and comfortable and her sheets smelt good to him. Or was that just the soft, lingering scent of her shampoo from last night? Doesn't matter.

A lowly growl vibrates within Hunter's chest, however, as Belle pressed a hand against his face -- making it squish a little beneath her palm. And then, a single half lidded gaze met her emerald hues: a mouse waking a slumbering lion.

A scarred hand wrapped around her wrist, guiding her hand away from his face and just held it between the small gap that formed between them. "I have half the day. Go back to sleep." Voice honeyed yet raspy from sleep. Visible eye fluttered to a close as he nuzzled against the pillow he is using. Hunter knew his time was running out within the mortal realm. His hair almost back to normal as it held some grey undertones. He'll be forced back down into Hell by noon. "Take a picture, It'll last longer." He mumbled, knowing well she's probably still looking at him.

#funereasque #the spotlight is on ★ ( belial )

As he moved her hand and grumbled, the mongoose let out a hiss that nearly sounded like a chirp. "I c-can't!" she exclaimed. Hunter had slept in her bed. Her cheeks were heating up slightly before her bright eyes widened. The sloth demoness picked up a nearby pillow, and an **FMH** sound was heard. She has hit him with the pillow. "You are too comfortable already!" she stated bluntly. Her face grew redder than a tomato, "I wasn't! You aren't wearing a shirt!"

He's just been staring at her for awhile now. Unmoving, leaning against a wall with arms crossed. There are a lot of unspoken things running through his head. A lot of rubbish really. Is there actual passion or are they just using each other? That sort of thing. Rubbish.

A brush was smoothing over the light-coloured locks while at her vanity. The singer was enjoying her stay here in Lust. Many parties and such to entertain. She had been distracted until she glanced over her shoulder at Hunter.

"Are you going to keep brooding?" The elder teased. Her sin wasn't pestering for once as she pivoted in her chair, still trying to brush out the curls. "Come here, Hunter. I have something for you."