Guess who's back? That's right, it's Ammit! Straight out of Duat and here to torment Sphincter... Or whatever his name is...
“It’s Sphintus! Sphin-tus. Get my name right at least!”How much worse can it possibly get.
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Guess who's back? That's right, it's Ammit! Straight out of Duat and here to torment Sphincter... Or whatever his name is...
“It’s Sphintus! Sphin-tus. Get my name right at least!”How much worse can it possibly get.
Ammit, cont'd.
❝ Lewis, be a good boy and come here for me! ❞
𝓦hen he was in arms reach, Ammit grabbed the male and threw him down on the couch. Crawling on top of him so he was pinned beneath her, she smirked down at him. He looked so cute when he was confused. 𝓣he demoness didn’t admire long thougt as she pressed her lips to his kissing him hotly. She ran her finger through his hair as she enjoyed the fight their tounges had. After a few moments, the female pulled away.
❝ You haven’t eaten lately have you? Aren’t you hungry, darling? Because I surely am. ❞
His initial surprise upon being manhandled faded almost as quickly as it came. Fast and hard were his middle names ( not really, but no one needed to know that ) and he was game for some spontaneous making out on the sofa.
Even before Ammit suggested it, it took all of his willpower not to clamp his teeth down while the demoness' tongue was still pervading his lips; such was the extent of his addiction, that he might be driven to attack if there was ever a moment he couldn't stand it any longer. He withheld his desire because he knew his wishes would be granted anyhow. Ammit pulled away, Lewis tried to follow, not allowing a distance of more than six inches between his lips and her skin.
"How could you tell?" he asked. His voice was pleasant enough, yet it was obvious that small talk wasn't what he wanted now. Lewis didn't even know what Ammit ate — he couldn't be bothered to research such things — but that didn't matter. He'd learn how to make a fucking sandwich if she wanted him to, as long as he could have the sweet nectar that flowed from her veins. "You can have anything you want, love, just name it." He licked his lips with anticipation, gaze flickering from Ammit's eyes to her neck.
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That definitely wasn’t the answer the redhead had expected to hear and it took her completely by surprise. Taking a moment to collect herself, she cleared her throat before speaking;
“If I’m cute then you must be a Goddess. The name’s Anzu, by the way, and you must be Beautiful.”