#agonizier

[devouhera]

@agonizier​     from     here     🖤

         The demoness gasps in faux surprise, batting long lashes and glancing around. Surely there’s been some sort of mistake? A DIVINE creature such as this couldn’t possibly want HER attention. Fangs appear and dig into a plump bottom lip as she smiles, offering a wink of her own before disappearing into a swirl of darkness. She doesn’t stay hidden for too long, however, reappearing next to the winged beauty. Leaning toward the other, she takes a long breath in only to exhale with a lewd moan.

                   “ Is someone FINALLY trying to seduce ME? ” Her voices shifts, but a whisper now.  “ Mmn~ it’s working. ”

     How  could  she  ignore  such  allure   ?   

     Morrigan  can  feel  their  connection   :   temptresses   ,   insatiable   ---   seeking  whatever  form  of  pleasure  they  may  feast  ‘pon  for  the  night   .   Morrigan  favors  pleasure   ,   Evelynn  pain   .   

     What  a  perfect  pairing   !

     Queen’s  gaze  remains  on  fellow  demoness’  lips  for  longer  than  she  had  intended   ,   transfixed  until  darkness  takes  her  newest  interest   &   moan  rings  in  her  ears   .

     “   My   ...   How  fortunate   !   Here  I  thought  you  were  the  one  putting  me  under  a  spell   .   💜   “   Fingertips  fall  to  her  chest   ,   idly  twirling  around  bare  skin   .   “   What  a  pleasure  it  is  to  meet  a  demon  as  beautiful  as  you  are   !   “

[eciled-moved]

Darkness flees before her as she moves within the chamber unseen, though not entirely unnoticed. A smile graces her lips as she remembers the peculiar, heightened sense of awareness this particular plaything exhibits. With limbs and claws and lashers and spikes paying no mind to the supple flesh beneath, the demoness crawls her way onto the General's lap. Shadows melt away and a gentle kiss is placed upon the cheek. "Missed me, love?"

MISC. ASKS / ACCEPTING.

She knows.

She knows before the shadows dance into a shape. She knows that before the quick click click of those heels off around the perimeter of her study, she isn’t going to get her quiet time tonight to finish off this new treaty.

 It’d be too perfect if she could. 

Instead of resisting it, Riven decides to drop the pen and rest an elbow on her armchair. Waiting, for her guest to arrive. When she does ( and of course it’s in her lap ), the General makes a bit of a face at the now-formed demonness. Those spikes were threatening to dig into exposed thighs, seeing as she only bore a silken robe. 

“ ‘Miss’ is a strong word. “ She replies rather flatly, giving Evelynn a ‘why-are-you-here’ look with raised brows and pursed lips. “ What is it that you could want of me now, demoness? You’ve plenty of victims to pick off around the Bastion. “

[yuhl]

@agonizier replied to your post “jinx needs a very scary boyfriend ,,”

girlfriend* fix'd it for u

[zyrc]

✏️ owo

SEND ME ✏️ AND I’LL DRAW YOUR MUSE MAKING A WEIRD FACE

when that fox bitch charms the enemy before you do

[bladesrge]

@agonizier replied to your post: x

holds hand while invisible owo

„ Who there? I’m scared? sOMETHING TOUCHED MY HAND!! ‟

[noxian-rose]

The demon curls up close to the sorceress, winding limbs and lashers around her, cooing almost lovingly. A gently kiss is placed upon her cheek. "Another year older, hm? Let's celebrate. Play with me~" //HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUMDROP <3

Emilia coos adoringly at the affection bestowed upon her , lashes fluttering & her fingers drawing the other woman close . Such immortals like Evelynn were always gifts to her in their own manner , though rare in company — but the other woman was a ready exception with her taste of a bittersweet presence . ❝ Time with you my darling , is always a pleasure .  .  .  I’ll eagerly take on your offer .❞ LeBlanc lilts , her voice smooth & sultry as she beckons Eve close . / / thank you for the birthday wishes eve - mun !  ♥️ 

[charmedfleece]

Evelynn B1 !!!

HORROR ART MEME

EVELYNN B1

[noxianhand-archive]

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.

richard siken, war of foxes | @agonizieraccepting.

the voice of the seductress is laced with both mockery and a sickening sweetness that is cloying, all-compassing. it’s a strange mixture, one that darius can’t quite find himself fully acclimatizing to as it leaves him with static in his bones, static in his head --- he’s been made into a paranoid man by circumstances and how this unsettles him, it almost reminds him of what fear should feel like, had it been an input he still acquiesced to. 

she’s an apex predator and even the wolf in him recognizes him; it’s something primordial, something far more pressing than the pride that gnaws at his soul so often. 

she’s danger and to that, he can acquiesce. 

teeth gritting together as a snarling canid would go for, he lets out a subtle growl at her approach, as if a feral warning: even if he cannot defend himself, he will try, and the way those red eyes of his follow the bloodied lashers is telling enough. the poor fool of a soldier she made into a meal before he made the fatal mistake into stumbling onto her lays on the floor, flayed dead by now. 

“i have all reason to.”

prey meets predator and this is the result, so good sense tells him he should not defy her; this nature’s true form in its most bare state, and yet the wolf-thing in him cannot help but bare his fangs, even if it acknowledges pride is no longer at stake here. no, it is something else entirely:he had not fought so much for survival to die in resignation, and this would be the one principle he’d stick to to his last breath.