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Wanna be boring together before having gross sex?
The perfect lesbian heated rivalry would be rival knights. what the hell is a 'hockey player' ??? let the butches sweat it out on the battlefield n spit blood back in each other's armoured face
over on twitter they’re currently having lesbian discourse about whether or not femmes can wear packers but i haven’t been able to participate in the discourse because every time my brain conceptualizes femmes wearing packers i immediately get lightheaded and pass out from all the blood rushing to my
dominant pillow princess really is so beautiful
In chronic need of a whiny boy buried snug in the crook of my neck begging for me to spank him every time he fucks into me...sigh
It's time for you to bear your kingdom an heir. There's an old tradition that no one can know who puts the heir in your womb--that way none of them can challenge you for control of the throne. Even you can never know.
So the month of the ceremony, you're bent over a silk breeding bench and strapped in place for easy access, and every adult in the kingdom gets a chance to put their cock in you. It may take days, but someone's seed will catch eventually.
I've read enough of chaste yearning in the palace halls. Stolen glances behind beating fans and over the tops of wine chalices. A look so brief, so intense, you could have imagined it happened at all.
Meet me in the stables and let me fuck you bent over the hay bales, just like in your fantasies. Enough of these shy little games and timid smiles. I know what you want. And as your loyal knight all you have to do is command me so.
"Gauntlets were designed to protect a knights hands during battle" WRONG. Gauntlets were designed to stretch a prince's soft hole while their royal guard fingers them.
I joined a cult and all I got was these cursed robes that gave me big leaky tits so I can be ritually bred and sacrificed on the altar of our dark god
MYSTIC SMUTEMBER VOL.4 DAY 19 - Messy | DAY 20 - Holding back
Full version of the illustrations HERE !
inspired by this post!
not a virgin but i want to be treated like one. want to be corrupted like one. want you to tell me im too good and pure to be doing such nasty things
intox being used to make someone more violent is not talked nearly about enough.
“creature turns human to fuck” is coward shit. do a creature that looked human to exist in society but reverts to their real form to fuck you
last night i came so hard i felt blood rush in my nose. normal?
"how about I show you my Devotion for once", she says, and for the first time ever, your liege kneels in the dust and dirt - a spot usually reserved for you - kissing the hilt of your sword. before you can say anything, the words get stuck in your throat, and she draws your sword from its sheath, slowly. she plants a kiss on the blade which has drawn blood from so many in her honor, again and again and again, until she reaches the very tip. and yet she looks at you from down below, her eyes not wilting away from your disheveled gaze.
she is still in charge here.
My prince has been stressed recently. He strains his eyes in the flickering light of evening, and tries to hide the headaches in meetings like he thinks no one will notice. But what kind of knight would I be, if I wasn't paying attention to my charge?
I didn't mean anything by it when I offered to rub his temples. A practical offer, out of concern. Working small circles beside his eyes, firm pressure on the bridge of his nose. It wasn't until I began on the tension in his jaw, and realized with some fascination how pretty he looked with my hand around his throat, that it became anything but innocent.