#am experimenting

[keresconsume]

SNEO fingers... Sigh, sigh, sigh...

NSFW text. 18+. discretion advised. no dialogue.

CW: degredation (reader is called a "two-bit whore"), blood (a pinprick on reader's tongue), dacryphilia, worship (SNEO referred to as God), minor fear play, sadism (freak4freak), masochism (see?), overstim.

Filling you up, so big you can't even close around them. Hypnotic drag, back and forth. Moans spilling from your mouth like a two-bit whore. The knick of metal hanging back like a threat. He loves to bring his claw-tips closer. Feel how he almost splits your skin? See how gentle, how benevolent your God is? He likes to feel you twitch. See you scared—the awe and fear and love in your eyes. When you're so starry-eyed and hiccuping back tears, he can't wait anymore.

But remember: God's favor is limited...

You hurt him, and he'll hurt you. Holding your mouth open. A pinprick, pressed into your tongue while you make nonsense sounds; fighting so pretty, so helplessly. You could've stopped him so many times over, but you didn't, did you? Steady, watching that well of blood form while you squirm and whine. Sucking it into his mouth until you're shaking and squealing. Probably laves it across the cut. Presses it in. And then it's so easy to drag you onto his cock that it's embarrassing (for you). The second he's hilted, your orgasm barrels over you—no recovery and he's already working you up into another one.

[peltae-blog]

The white walls shimmered in the sunlight, as the echoing sound of footsteps rang through the hall’s air. fingers gripped the silvery hilt, flexing as she corssed paths with a few soldiers. their heads bowed in silent acknowledgement to the shield & a slight smile crossed her lips. should one desire an exchange though, she would make haste, for someone most important was to be met.

a quick scan showed the usual guards on their posts & she passed without any question. as she came to the door, it’s filigree details etched deeply into smooth alabaster, she raised her hand & rapped clothed knuckles against the cold surface, waiting for an answer.

@rescinae