#* written ... the lady.

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8C (the Lady)

@valcfar / 8C

She watches from the sidelines as all the attention is focused on Val - the demon spread out as some nameless man swallows down his cock. She's not the only one watching: he's a very pretty sight, and will only be prettier as he becomes more deliciously flustered.

"More," she instructs, fingers curling just beneath her chin as that hungry gaze drags across him, "Finger his ass."

Almost immediately another woman steps forward, slicking her fingers before they press at his hole, forcing their way mercilessly inside and beginning to work him open.

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[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them. (The Lady)

@valcfar

It's a pretty, silken dress, and it's bound to be ruined by the end of the night. The slit up the thigh aids in Val's mission, as does the fact that the Lady has forgone underwear for this outing - she is warm and wet and ready for him, as though she had known this would be the outcome.

If she did know, she still gasps softly as he bottoms out, leaning a little further over the counter he has her cornered against, glancing back over her shoulder with a hungry, dark-eyed gaze. Reality flickers - the impression of many fingers at her throat, that wet pussy instead the slide of his cock between the cleft of her body.

"Here, Val?"

As though she ever turns down a gamble.

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[breed.] (reverse, The Lady)

[breed.] sender reciever fucks receiver sender deep and finishes inside.

One set of hands grips hard at Val's hips as The Lady thrusts into him, another at the back of his neck, keeping him thoroughly pinned to the table she fucks him against. She is mostly disguised but for the extra limbs - mostly for the girthy cock that fills his ass right now, real and hot and twitching as she comes close.

A final hand strokes his back, her breaths quick as she redoubles her efforts. Just a few more thrusts and she slams that cock deeply into him, thick ropes of cum painting his sensitive insides. A lot of it, it seems. More than usually possible.

"That's it," she purrs. "Good boy."

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People can turn any fucking Thing into an omen.

@fangmother

The Lady's long, forked tongue is caught between teeth, her attention focused intently on the little carved figurine. It's a strange little man, twisted and hunched as though in pain, shockingly legible despite its small size. She turns the thing round in her fingers, movements dextrous and smooth, eventually giving a small hum as she tosses it back onto the table before Rainer.

"Now, I don't believe in Fate," a complete lie: truthfully, she knows full well that Fate exists, or she'd have nothing to bear such a long-standing grudge against, "But if a carving was ever going to be an omen, it would look like this."

Not that The Lady doesn't respect someone who refuses to acknowledge or be controlled by an omen. And besides, it should be interesting to watch. The Lady folds one set of hands in front of her, rests the other set of elbows against the table, and leans her chin on her hands. "Don't let me interfere."

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wait a minute. am i a guinea pig? (the lady)

@valcfar

The Lady blinks innocently, settling herself atop him as though it's the most comfortable seat in the house, hands smoothing across his chest. "You? A guinea pig?"

Oh, he definitely is. Who else would she enlist to test a salve Rosie has made from her venom? Her fingers trace down his ribs, another set at his side, one reaching back to his hip. "Are you ready?" she asks, a smile curling the corner of her mouth, "This may be frustrating for you."

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7B the Lady

@valcfar / usfw gifs (7B)

The way she's splayed out on the table, hundreds of fingers clutch at the wooden surface, her body unfolded for him and flattened against the surface. He has a perfect view of her feathered shoulders while at the same time her breasts are on display, her amputated legs thumping uselessly against the wood as the other set hold her upright— though, right this second, it's definitely more to do with the table and the ropes that keep her pinned like some beautiful specimen dissected.

Her tail is held high and twitching, Val's cock slip-sliding against the base of it where the split along the length of her body ends: a sensitive, erogenous area that is currently making her squirm and moan. Fingers curl tight against him as she feels his hand twist into her hair, a yelp pulled from her as her head is pulled back, exposing the pretty length of her throat. She gasps, his name on her lips as she shudders.

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❝   ruin   me.   please.   i   want   it   rough.   ❞ (The Lady)

@valcfar / obedience & obsession

The way She grins down at him, you'd think he had offered her the moon on a stick.

It's easy for The Lady to change her form, given her long experience— and today, she has changed it just for him. Her cock is thick and rock hard, its tip sliding along the slick cleft of his ass as she teases him, coming close to but not pushing into him. She has only barely prepared him at all, and here he is, begging to be ruined. The Lady does not intend to deny him.

"You want to feel me split you open?" she purrs, unable to help teasing just a little more. "You want me to leave you bruised and broken, hmm?"

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@valcfar from here

[ text; VAL ] Wouldn't you like to know? [ text; VAL ] [ Another picture, another angle of the two of them laying together side by side, Her many hands wandering. ] [ text; VAL ] You're very impatient, Val