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How did Asra look so innocent, so beautiful and pure on the outside? Because he was the biggest tease his lovers had ever met.
A cool, mischievous smile graced his lips as he brought his lovers to tears as he brought them so close to orgasm, only to pull away at the last second. Even when one tried to stay silent, hoping to trick him into thinking they weren't as close as they were, he knew their bodies so well he didn't need their sounds. He always knew.
His magic held them down, keeping limbs from helping themselves along or trying to touch him as a way of bribing him from teasing them. No, Asra would do this until he felt they deserved to cum. Plus, he knew it was worth it in the end, knew the delayed gratification would make the final orgasm feel so much more powerful.
His fingers sank into Ramona's soaked cunt, teasing that little spot inside that drove her wild. Her pussy consistently drooled arousal, soaking her pussy, down her ass, and into the sheets below her. When her body clenched too long around his fingers, Asra pulled out and used that same arousal-covered hand to curl around Ilya's hard cock and stroke him languidly.
Asra took his time, switching back and forth. They both were begging so beautifully, tears running down their cheeks. Asra never considered himself sadistic, but he supposed to an outsider, it would look a bit cruel. To him, however, they looked so beautiful. The arch of their backs, the way his name fell from their lips, the excessive amount of arousal flowing from their bodies. Asra saw the beauty in all of it.
Asra let go of Ilya once more and just watched them writhe in the sheets, not touching either of them. They <i>have</i> been so good tonight. He supposed he could give them what they wanted, now.
Asra slipped one hand into Ramona, the other around Ilya. He worked them at the same time, recieving harmonic cries of ecstasy from them both. He didn't stop until they were both crying his name as Ramona clenched around him and Ilya was spilling his release all over Asra's fist and his own stomach.
Asra let go and watched them pant and moan. He watched as they caught their breath and cooled off. He gave them a minute to rest.
Then, Asra had his fingers in and on them again, ready to start it all over again.
Fashionably late to the party, Ruth is making her debut at the @midsummer-masquerade on Day 3 Day 7 with the Lingerie prompt. Julian helped her take this gorgeous photo~
For Day 2 of @midsummer-masquerade
In which, nearly 30 years of unacknowledged sexual tension finally peaks, and both Camia and Nadia start something new together.
Prompts Used: Substance Use
CW: Drunk sex, Oral sex, Tribbing
Title: tell me what you want by Sasha Keable
3.4k words
For perhaps the first time in their very long history, Camia found herself in Nadia’s bedroom, just the two of them, alone. She hadn’t even meant to wander to this part of the palace, and they both were surprised when Nadia opened the door right in front of her, dressed for the festivities of the day.
“You know, I don’t think I need to head into the fray quite yet,” Nadia said, holding her hand out to Camia, a small smile on her face. “Would you join me?”
Camia, of course, said yes, taking Nadia’s hand and allowing her to lead her inside. The two of them sat on her plush bed, propped up amongst her multitude of pillows, their heels discarded on the floor. Between them sat a bowl of chilled, wine-filled grapes Nadia had obtained for herself, and they both started to eat a few here and there, falling into a casual conversation, one they rarely got to have.
“These are good,” Camia said. “I imagine Miriam had them made with D’Oria wine.”
“You’d have a far better idea than I would,” Nadia replied. “I admit my palette isn’t quite as refined as hers, but then again, whose is?”
Camia laughed through her nose. “That’s true.” Glancing around them, she added, “I think this room alone is as big as the shop. The first floor at least.”
“Yes, your shop is very…” Nadia seemed to search for a word, and Camia watched her in amusement. “Cozy.”
“Small.”
“Well, of course, compared to this. Most places are.”
“Is that why you hardly came to visit?” Camia teased.
“Please, that isn’t true. I found it hard to remove myself from… everything here.”
Camia nodded, holding a grape out to her as a sort of apology. “I know.”
Nadia looked at her and then the grape for a moment before leaning forward to allow Camia to feed it to her. Camia couldn’t bite back the huff of laughter that left her, but she obliged, pressing the grape to her lips.
“Your shop is small, but comfortable. The few times I did visit, I felt… welcomed there.” Nadia almost seemed embarrassed by the admission, and this time she held a grape out to Camia, who took it gently from her fingers.
“You’re still welcome there, Nadia. Anytime.”
“Hm.”
They kept talking, mostly about mundane things, but Camia noticed that as the wine from the grapes began to soak into their bodies, Nadia’s eyes kept falling further down Camia’s body, almost as if she was imagining undressing her. Camia was doing the same, to be fair, thinking about untying the robe over Nadia’s body that hid the outfit she wore, about pressing her fingers, her face between her warm thighs. It was far from the first time she’d imagined these things, and if she had to guess, judging by the way she caught her bottom lip in her teeth, it was the same for Nadia.
Grapes were continuously passed between them, touches lingering longer on each other’s lips, almost bringing their fingers into the other’s mouth, but not quite. Their bodies shifted closer, closer in the sheets, knees brushing, Nadia’s hair falling over her shoulder, brushing Camia’s skin. Camia decided to push, just a little, to see if Nadia would follow.
“You know the story behind how Jamil and I met, yes?”
Nadia laughed, feeding her another grape. “Of course. You appeared beneath his window like a feral alley cat, immediately got into a fight with some local children, and snuck him out to a festival.” She let her hand drag down Camia’s arm. “And from then on, you were inseparable.”
Camia smiled. “Close enough. From how he tells it, you’d think I broke into his parents’ home to help free him, when he climbed down from his window himself.” She paused, studying the Countess’s face. “Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if it had been your window I found myself under.”
To her surprise, Nadia’s cheeks pinked in a delightful blush. “I… I confess I’ve wondered that myself.” Her hands came to rest in her lap, fingers toying with the fabric of her robe. “I was incredibly jealous of you. Of Jamil, really. That he should have found someone who helped him escape, and the closeness you two shared.” She rolled her eyes, laughing through her nose. “Even when you would both visit my family, before he ran away, it was like you were in your own world, sharing secrets no one else could understand.”
“Jealous, hm?” Camia leaned closer to her, watching her lips part slightly. “You wanted me all to yourself?”
“Perhaps.” Nadia didn’t indulge her quite yet, keeping the short distance between their lips. She cupped Camia’s cheek in her hand, stroking her skin with her thumb. “Did you even notice me back then?”
“Of course.” It was the truth. Though she had still been scared, afraid of being sent back to Vesuvia, back to her father, and she had been concerned for Jamil, she did notice the melancholy princess whenever she went with Jamil to visit the Satrinavas. “You were Jamil’s favorite cousin, and I wanted to know why.” She turned her head just enough to kiss Nadia’s palm. “The lonely, beautiful, little princess in her vibrant, lively castle. You fascinated me.”
“You must have thought me spoiled.”
“I thought Jamil spoiled, so yes.” She laughed. “And I was jealous of your family. Maybe they were overbearing, maybe if I grew up there I would have wanted to escape like you did, but I wanted that family.”
“Perhaps if you were there, I would have been able to bear them.”
“Perhaps,” Camia echoed. She held Nadia’s arm, pressing light kisses to the inside of her wrist. “I would have helped you run away, if you wanted.”
Nadia watched her as she kissed up her arm, lipstick leaving a trail of black-stained prints, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I might not have married Lucio at all, then.”
“Then perhaps it is better I wasn’t there,” Camia teased. “What would Vesuvia have done without her beloved Countess?”
“I am sure they would have managed,” Nadia said, but Camia knew she didn’t mean it.
“No one could have turned this place into what it is now, Dia.” Camia’s lips were at her shoulder, and she kissed her neck, teeth grazing her jaw. “No one but you.” She felt a light shiver run down Nadia’s back.
Nadia’s hand rested on her waist. “Show me what it might have been like, just because.”
Camia hummed her response, already capturing her lips in a warm, easy kiss. She kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of the wine still on her lips, but it didn’t take long for Nadia to push deeper, sucking on her tongue. Camia smiled into their kiss, and pushed back, until Nadia was lying down in the sheets, Camia propped up over her. With one hand she slowly untied the robe covering Nadia’s body, and felt Nadia’s hands creep under her slip dress, bunching it up to pull it over her head. Her scarf went with the dress, and Nadia’s eyes widened for half of a second. Camia took her hand and placed it on the back of her head, so Nadia could properly feel the old burn scars that stretched over her scalp.
“That must have hurt terribly,” Nadia whispered, in a way that made Camia think she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.
Camia smiled, leaning back down to kiss her again. “I hardly remember.”
Their bodies were still separated by their lingerie, but every other inch of bare skin pressed together as they kissed, slowly, deeply. Perhaps it was the wine taking effect, but with each pass of their lips, Camia felt a heat grow below her stomach. Again, it was far from the first time she experienced that feeling with Nadia, specifically, but it was the first time she would actually be able to do anything about it with her.
She pressed her knee between Nadia’s legs, forcing them apart, and started grinding against her. Nadia moaned softly into her mouth, but she pushed Camia back, just enough for her to sit up, propped on her elbows, and she gave Camia a look, one eyebrow arched in question.
“I hadn’t thought you to be so impatient.”
Camia watched her lips move as she spoke, her own black lipstick smudged against Nadia’s lips. She didn’t pull away from her completely, Camia noticed, her knee still pressed up against the inside of Nadia’s thighs.
“I can slow down for you, Princess,” Camia said, grinning at the slight pout Nadia’s lips settled into. “Tell me what you want.”
“If it had been my window you found yourself under, if we had grown together, is this how it would be?” Nadia cupped her face in her hand. “I want you to tell me.”
“Show you and tell you? I suppose that could be done.” Camia hummed, thinking. She trailed a blunt, black-painted nail down her chest. “Growing together, I imagine I wouldn’t have been able to stop looking at you, reveling in the ways you became more beautiful every day. I’d never leave your side, waiting for an excuse to touch you. Perhaps I’d even be jealous, if you took other lovers, but then, you’re so breathtaking, it would be incredibly selfish to want you all to myself.” She shifted her leg forward, watching Nadia’s eyelashes flutter at the sensation.
“I think I’d fall in love with you first,” she added, her voice low. “But maybe I’d be wrong, maybe you’d be better at hiding it than I am.” She paused in her musing to kiss Nadia once, whispering against her lips, “maybe we’d pretend to practice kissing, like young girls do, pretend that we didn’t dream about kissing the other.”
She could see it, could see the two of them as teenagers, when everything was new and awkward and anxious, pressing their lips together clumsily at first before learning what worked and what didn’t. She could see shaking hands daring to explore under nightgowns and hear the nervous giggles they’d make. She could see it enough that it almost felt real, like it had really happened, and she had to pull back a moment to ground herself again.
Nadia’s eyes were dark with arousal, her hands reaching up to undo Camia’s bra, but she waited for her to continue. Camia shifted out of her bra, tossing it to join her dress, and sat back for a moment, taking in the blush on Nadia’s face as her gaze trailed down Camia’s body.
“We’d have so many moments like this, standing on the edge of more, the edge of no return, until one or both of us pull away, too afraid of breaking what we spent so long building together. I’d see it in your eyes. But I’d wait for you to tell me when you want to move, my princess. I’d be willing to wait forever.”
“Forever, hm?” Nadia’s lips curled into a smirk. “What if I knew that and kept you waiting on purpose?”
Camia laughed softly, caressing Nadia’s cheek with the back of her hand. “I’d let you, of course. But if I knew that you knew, well, I wouldn’t make it easy for either of us.” She leaned down, kissing Nadia’s chest, between her breasts, still tucked behind her bra. “We’d drive each other insane with want, I think. Half-touches, lingering glances, my fingers getting almost…” As she spoke, she dipped her hand just under the band of Nadia’s panties, but no further. “Almost too close.”
She pulled her hand back, propping herself up over Nadia, their hips pressing together. Camia knew she was wet, her cunt aching to be touched. And if the way Nadia’s breaths came heavy and slow as she watched Camia meant anything, she knew she was wet too.
“And when you finally let me touch you, when we’ve danced around each other long enough, pretending to not feel the way we do, I don’t think I’d be able to stop,” Camia whispered. “I’d sooner die than stop touching you, especially after waiting so long.”
Nadia’s hips ground up against hers, an unreadable look on her face as she spoke. “But you’d do what I told you, of course.”
A light, surprised laugh escaped Camia, but she nodded. “Of course, Princess.”
“Then touch me now. Touch me how you would if you’d truly waited this long.”
The unspoken as if we haven’t been waiting this long hung in the air over them. Camia felt its weight on her shoulders, felt an unusual nervousness flutter in her stomach. This was what they both wanted, had wanted, and yet in her wine-drunken haze she was suddenly twenty years younger, unsure of herself.
Nadia’s face softened, as if she could read Camia’s mind, and she reached up to hold her face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Please, Camia.”
Camia turned her head to kiss one of Nadia’s palms before leaning down and kissing her lips. Their earlier kisses had been heated, but it was different now, a tension Camia couldn’t describe behind each pass of their lips. Her hands crept down and over Nadia’s chest, slowly reaching under her to undo her bra, helping her pull it off before pressing against her, wrapping her arms around Nadia. They rolled onto their sides, legs tangling, gasping into the other’s mouth as their nipples brushed together.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire, surprisingly sensitive, and for a fleeting moment she wondered if it hadn’t just been wine in those grapes, but then Nadia’s thigh pressed between her legs and all other thoughts flew from her mind.
“Nadia,” she said in an exhale, the other woman’s name sounding more like a prayer. She broke their kiss to start sucking marks into Nadia’s neck, like she truly was just a horny teenager giving into everything she wanted. Her hand crept between their legs, diving under Nadia’s underwear to tease her clit, and she was rewarded with a delicious moan falling from Nadia’s lips.
It was a bit of an awkward angle, with them still grinding against each other, but Camia didn’t care, hypnotized by the noises she was pulling from Nadia, the way her nails dug into Camia’s shoulders as she moved to mark her chest, tongue circling Nadia’s peaked nipples. Her skin glowed in the soft light of the room, sweat starting to bead on her forehead, between her breasts, her thighs.
“Wait,” Nadia said, and Camia looked up at her, her eyes blown. “Take them off.”
Camia nodded, her fingers trembling as she helped Nadia out of her underwear, going as slowly as she dared, fighting the urge to just rip them off. Nadia tugged down Camia’s underwear, and the moment they threw both aside, Camia was rolling back over Nadia to crawl between her legs. She spread her knees apart with her shoulders, kissing up her inner thighs, leaving the last remnants of her black lipstick behind.
Nadia was watching her intensely, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, the trail of marks Camia left already blooming dark on her skin. That sight alone was enough to drive Camia insane, and she took a moment to bite her thigh, close to her cunt, leaving one more mark there, just for her.
“Stop teasing.” Nadia’s voice was commanding, but not as much as it could be. It almost sounded more like a plea, like she was begging, but Camia knew better. There was something else there, but she was too drunk on the wine and on the idea of eating Nadia out to think on it further. Instead, she obeyed and held Nadia’s thighs in place as she started to lick at her wet cunt, moaning into her.
Years of lovers and experience made pleasuring her partner like this Camia’s favorite thing to do. And she was brilliant at it. She held Nadia’s gaze as she tongue-fucked her, grip tight on her thighs as Nadia’s back arched off the bed.
“O-oh! Gods, yes—”
The sounds she made were nothing short of magical, turning Camia on more than she thought possible, and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to give herself some friction to no avail. She’d never felt heat like this in her stomach, not even from her own magic, and for once, she wanted to get lost in the flames. She buried her face deeper into her, trying to make her feel more, more, more.
Nadia came with a cry louder than Camia thought she could make, her legs shaking around Camia’s face, and when she didn’t stop eating her out, Nadia started to squirm. “C-Camia, no more, I can’t…”
Camia could have stayed there all day, eating her out to the point of tears, but she promised to do what she was told, so she pulled back, panting, her mouth glistening. She felt a stray drop of saliva mixed with Nadia’s cum fall to her chest, and swallowed, licking her lips to gather what she could. Nadia watched her every move, and when she licked her lips, Nadia sat up enough to pull Camia down to kiss her.
This was the messiest, most desperate kiss they’d shared so far, punctuated with their equally wrecked moans, and it only made Camia want more, want to keep pushing. She felt like she was starving, like she’d been waiting for exactly this to happen her entire life.
As they kissed, Camia straddled one of Nadia’s legs, lifting the other to her shoulder. Before Nadia could say anything, Camia was grinding their clits together, their combined arousal making obscene noises echo around the room the more they moved.
“Sh-shit,” Camia hissed, her head dropping forward as she worked her hips against Nadia. “This is—Nadi, I…”
Between gasps, Nadia gave her another command. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Camia wasn’t thinking much at all, truth be told, her head swimming, but she knew what Nadia wanted to hear, what she felt. “I-I think… this feels incredible. That we should have, gods, done this sooner. Mm… much sooner.”
“I wanted to,” Nadia confessed, and Camia lifted her head enough to stare at her. She looked gorgeous, even more so than usual, covered in sweat. Her hair was splayed around her like a sunset halo, and like that, she looked so vulnerable. Camia had only ever seen her like that less than a handful of times, each one just as cherished in her heart as the last. “I’ve wanted this longer than I’d care to admit.” Nadia let out a broken laugh that turned into a moan. “There were… so many times I dreamed about seeing you like this.”
It was Camia’s turn to blush, her hips stuttering in their motion, and she would have hid her face if she had anything to hide in. Instead she was forced to hold Nadia’s intense, warm stare, and she came with a guttural groan, feeling her cunt twitch against Nadia’s. She collapsed forward, and Nadia wrapped her arms around her, holding her close for a deep kiss as Camia rode out the rest of her orgasm, one of the longest of her life.
When she came down, she felt unnaturally shy, ears still red, and took advantage of their position to bury her face in Nadia’s neck, pressing gentle kisses to the marks she’d left before.
Nadia hummed softly, running her hands over Camia’s back. “Would it have been this good, do you think? If we had spent all that time together.”
“Better. I would have learned everything about your body, about what makes you feel good.” She peeked out at Nadia’s face before adding, “I haven’t had the chance yet.”
Nadia laughed. “I can’t imagine how much more there could be for you to learn.”
“We could start now,” Camia said, trailing a finger down Nadia’s side. “I’m a quick learner.”
“I don’t doubt that for a moment.”
Camia smiled and returned to kissing up Nadia’s neck. “We’ll miss the rest of the party, today, at least.”
With a huff, Nadia rolled them both over, and Camia let out a surprised laugh that was quickly cut off by Nadia kissing her. When Nadia pulled back, tucking some hair behind her ear, Camia felt a little dizzy from happiness. Nadia stroked her cheek gently, murmuring against her lips, “I don’t quite care about the party anymore.”
“Neither do I,” Camia whispered, and kissed her again.
Okay I think I have it figured out, so finally here is my art for Day 7 of @midsummer-masquerade ! Mdni with content please!!
Censor for tumblr
(Yes I seriously have to black out this much)
Full can be found here!
So, I have finally made some art for this event! I chose overstimulation and praise from Day 7! I am only sorry it took so long, I know in lieu of my last post I said it would be a bit until I put out new art due to all sorts of issues, but I was able to put then to rest for the time being. I was super happy this event was happening, I had posted excitedly about it before, and I truly appreciative to the kindness and creativity of the mods behind it! I also hope it is okay I did not include ocs or mcs, I have some, but they are stuck in my mind palace with lore I can’t even follow… so until I figure out here are canon characters. I am glad I was able to at least post on the tail end of this event, but if it is okay, I would love to post more art for the rest or at least some of the other days too! Not sure if I already missed my chance though! (“=w= )
Pairing: Muriel x Kipling (Apprentice)
Prompts: Outdoors, Clothed, Voyeurism (flashbacks)
CW: Somnophilia/Dormaphilia (full consent by all parties)
Title: Whenever, Wherever by Shakira
~ 1.7k words
Muriel and Kipling come to the Midsummer Masquerade as friends, but maybe that changes a little after tonight…
Muriel decided to join his two closest friends, Asra and Kipling at this year’s Midsummer Masquerade. He was a little overwhelmed by the idea of crowds, but his friends had assured him that they had set up a quiet zone where he could retire if he ever got too overstimulated.
Muriel entered the small fountain clearing wearing a pair of dark leather chaps under a long woolen cape. He pulled off his mask once he spotted Kipling, who had spread a picnic blanket on the grass by the fountain.
“Hungry?” Kip asked.
“Very,” Muriel said, thankful there was enough room in his pants for him to take a seat near Kip. She pulled out some sandwiches that she had packed to last them through the night. Muriel accepted his share and inquired after Asra. Kip caught him up on the magician’s agenda so far. Then Muriel shyly asked Kip what she had gotten up to.
As Kipling recalled her evening escapades, part of Muriel’s attention became distracted by the irony that he knew definitively more about Kip’s sexual preferences than the people she had spent time with at the party. And that was simply due to the amount of times Muriel had accidentally walked in on her and Asra in the act.
Come to think of it, Muriel knew an awful lot about what Kip liked even though the two of them had never so much as kissed.
“So then they apologized because I came before we even made it off the dance floor. I told them it was fine. I actually like–”
“To cum in your clothes.” Muriel bit his tongue as soon as he said it. He didn’t mean to let that slip.
But Kip just laughed. “Don’t look so freaked out, Muri. You’re not wrong. I mean, you’ve walked in on me and Asra enough times to know that.”
Kip chuckled through another bite of her sandwich.
“Sorry about that by the way.” She apologized with a shy glance his way. “We should have been more considerate of the times you were staying with us.”
Muriel shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I mean…” How was he supposed to describe how beautiful he found Kipling when she was in the heat of being fucked by her lover?
“It doesn’t bother me,” he said finally, shoving the last of his sandwich in his unsteady mouth.
Muriel thought that was the end of it when Kip’s hand suddenly slid over his thigh.
“What else about me have you picked up on? I’m… curious.” Kip’s eyes were downcast as she wondered aloud. Somehow that made it easier for Muriel to confess.
“I know that you like the taste of your own cum. You hate to be edged, but you like being blindfolded and bound. I know you like to fuck to the sound of music playing. Live music, preferably.”
“Muriel.” His name on her lips almost sounded like a moan. “You’re making me blush.”
“Sorry. I’ll… I’ll shut up now.”
“Please don’t. Keep going.” She lay down next to him and stretched out. Then she shifted her hips so that they were stacked and facing Muriel. “What else have you noticed?”
Muriel wanted to stretch out beside her. To take her face into his hand and kiss her deeply. But he stayed where he was and kept his gaze fixed on the fountain.
“I think I know where your favorite place to be is when you and Asra are… you know.”
“Say it, Muri.”
He could feel the heat radiating off of her. Kip was always so good at communicating exactly what she wanted without saying much.
“When… you’re fucking.” Muriel whispered, not sure if Kip had heard.
After a beat, she asked, “And where is that?”
Muriel dared a look. “In a garden. Like this one.”
Kip held his gaze. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pushed the picnic basket aside so he could stretch out beside Kipling. He found her leg and dragged it over his hip, the knot of heat in his lower belly growing tighter when he saw the quiet satisfaction on her face.
Kipling moved a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. It was a familiar touch, reminding him that this was the same Kipling who he had always felt at ease with. He could tell her anything.
So he did.
“I’m sorry I never offered to fuck you on one of our picnics.”
Kip’s eyelashes might have fluttered at his expletives or it might have been the wind.
She said, “That wasn’t something I thought to expect out of you. Should I have?”
“Yes.” But he didn’t wish it any other way. He was with her now. She was willing to be with him that way. And he had no fear that their friendship would change for it.
Muriel pulled Kip in by the waist until her laced crotch was kissing his leathery bulge. He noticed how Kip’s eyes went out of focus for a second
“Muri, you’re making me wet.”
“Talk dirty to me, please, Kip.” Muriel kissed the corner of her mouth while hiking her leg higher over his hip and giving her a reason to grind on him. The gardener braced her hands to his chest and worked herself against his stony cock.
While Kip humped him dry, she said, “I’d let you fuck me in the flowers as often as you want. You can fuck me hard or soft, I don’t care.
“Hard,” Muriel panted. “I want to fuck you so hard, Kip. Until your legs can’t hold you up anymore. Until you can’t stay awake. Then I want to cum in you while you sleep.”
“Could you… stay inside of me afterwards? When I wake up, I want you right there.”
“Fuck yes – I mean, of course.”
Muriel’s cock was free now. He wrenched and tore at what he had to get his dick past Kip’s lacey underthings. He took his time kissing her while he entered. Gods, she was nice and soaked down there. Warm too.
And now Kip was working her muscles in all the right places, milking the cum out of him even though it was too early.
“Shit.” Muriel swore huskily. “Holy shit that feels so good, Kip.”
“You deserve it, Muriel,” Kip sighed against his chest. She anchored her nails into his chest hair so she could grind and fuck him with everything she had.
What about what she deserved? He wanted to give her that too. Like he promised. With a grunt Muriel rolled until he was on top of the gardener. He felt her relax for him, her pussy preparing for the pounding it was about to take.
“Give it to me, Muri. Please.”
Exactly what he needed to hear. His hands found the gardener’s neck while he began rutting into her. He didn’t grip her hard enough to bruise or choke her – only to make sure she didn’t slide backwards from the force of his hips. Kip shut her eyes and held her breath when she realized what “hard” meant for Muriel.
He fucking hammered her.
“You okay, Kip?” Muriel slowed down so she could catch her breath. He let up on her neck so she could swallow.
“I’m good.” she nodded and took a deep breath. Muriel leaned down so he could kiss her. “I’m not done,” he whispered, praying to the gods that she hadn’t had enough. But this was her way out, if she needed one.
“I meant what I said earlier,” Kip said in between savory kisses. “As hard as you want. Use your cock to put me to sleep and wake me up with it. I’m serious.”
Muriel moaned into her mouth, his cock harder than ever. He gave her as much tenderness now as he could. He pulled out of her only to flip her over onto her stomach. Kip laughed and stretched and coiled like a tiger, plainly excited by this new position.
“Do you want me on my knees or lying on my stomach?” she asked, the anticipation in her voice making Muriel blush despite everything that had led up to this moment.
As for her question, he wanted her ass-up, face down to be specific, but he didn’t want to say it like that.
“Show me, Muri,” Kip said, once again reading past his awkwardness and inviting an alternative way to communicate.
“Um. Like this,” Muri said, gently feeding his fingers into the seam of Kip’s hip flexors and drawing her back and up. At the same time he leaned forward until his face was buried at the nape of her neck. Kip pressed a little moan into the picnic blanket as Muriel used his face to guide her downward.
“I’m going to cum so much for you, Muri,” Kip mewled blissfully into the quilted fabric.
Sitting up now and pumping his cock a bit, Muriel spoke with the quietest of confidence.
“I know that.”
The gardener gasped when Muriel pressed his girth into her all at once. He gripped firmly on her ass until he reached the hilt. He waited until Kip relaxed around him before going to work.
“Hn-hn-ngh! Shit. Uh-Huh-Mmph!” Muriel couldn’t quiet his grunts. They only got louder the harder he thrust into Kip’s tight, warm pussy.
The gardener’s mouth lolled open in a silent scream as she fisted the quilts. The sounds of Muriel hard-fucking in and out of her own body made her bite down on the fabric and nearly tear a hole.
“Fuck it. I’m cumming right now.”
Kip doubted Muriel heard her weak mewling over his fiery grunts and passionate rutting and ramming. He was lost in the fantasy that he had been carrying all this time. Finally he got to screw the daylights out of Kipling.
The man was covered in grassy sweat when he finally came. Kip had collapsed under him, so Muriel had to pull her onto her side and grind the last bit of cum out that way.
Their collective wish had worked out perfectly. Kip dozed off in the little spoon position, her pussy still full of Muriel’s and her own cum, but also Muri’s softening dick. Muriel was dizzy with gratitude and leftover lust for the way the inside of Kip’s pussy clung to him even when she was knocked out.
“Thank you, Kip,” Muriel whispered into the crown of her hair as he dozed off inside his very good friend.
Once, whispers echoed through the halls of the Vesuvian Palace, rumors of the parties of old that Count Lucio was known to host, where invitees' sexual desires were encouraged and explored.
Now, the whispers have returned, plans have been set in motion, and a red envelope arrives at your doorstep with a formal invitation.
Will you attend the infamous Midsummer Masquerade?
Inspired by previous iterations of this event (which you can find at @midsummermasquerade-archive and @the-midsummer-masquerade), the Midsummer Masquerade Arcana Game fan-event is back!
This event will be a week long, starting the first day of summer, and feature a number of spicy/kinky prompts to fuel your OCs wildest fantasies. Its premise is that this is a Masquerade (much like the one in the game itself, except, with sex) taking place outside of the canon timeline, allowing you to create any kind of scenario for/with our beloved M6, or any other character, and your own OCs.
Stay tuned for the official prompt list and extended rules, but as a general statement, this will be an adult only event, 18+. Any minors engaging with this blog's content or producing their own for the event will be blocked. We won't ask for any kind of actual, legal age verification (we're not tumblr, lmao) but we will be checking that your bio shows that you're an adult in some form.
We hope to see you at the Midsummer Masquerade from June 21st-27th!
The Midsummer Masquerade is Vesuvia's worst kept secret - yet only a handpicked selection will receive an invitation to the most indulgent and decedent event of the year. Your OCs have managed to secure an invitation... and for good reason. Perhaps they'll be willing to share a taste of what's to come...
This is an 18+ only event. Minors DNI
We may still be two weeks away from the official start of our event, but we wanted to have a bit of early pre-show fun! We would like to call all willing participants to please introduce any and all OCs before submitting your official event content!
You can introduce your OCs with as much or as little information as you'd like to share, and in any medium, fic, art, moodboard, etc.. But please keep it event-focused, and remember that this event takes place in a nebulous, non-canon timeline, so don't feel locked into the events of the game or even your OCs backstory!
To make your Introductory post, you can either—
reblog directly from this post or
create your own post - but remember to tag us!
We will be reblogging all MM OC intro posts over the next two weeks to this blog so everyone will get a chance to learn more about the OCs that will be in attendance and featured during the event. Please tag us @midsummer-masquerade and use the hashtag #avesuvianmasquerade to be featured. Remember: Day 1 of the event starts June 21st!
We cannot wait to meet our guests and see what you have in store for us~
Not sure how to introduce your OCs or what to include? Why not try—
Sharing art of them. It could be your own art, commissioned work, or even a picrew!
Make a moodboard. We love a good moodboard around here! Especially ones tailored around a particular theme.
Write an event bio. Since this event is all about the decadence of what goes on after dark, why not tell us about how they'll be showing up to the event? You can answer things like:
What will they be wearing? Or, more like, what won't they be wearing to an event such as this? Did they bring just one costume? Did they bring an entire wardrobe with them? Describe it to us, post art, or post some photos of what they'll be showing up in~
Will they be arriving in attendance with someone? Someones? Or will they come alone?
Are they bringing any accessories with them? Or are they looking forward to what the palace has to offer instead?
Remember, these are just examples to give you an idea if you need some inspiration. This is certainly not an exhaustive list of what you have to post!
