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hyliaisms replied to your post:I should probably try to get some Wind Waker...

if you need HW icons i can make those for you <3

I’m usually fine with making them myself, just a matter of my laptop and wifi deciding not to gang up together and take the piss out of me tbh?

#hyliaisms #If this proves to be the case though I may come back and harass you about it tho #Because I'm a bad person #o u t of luck.#Although tbh HW icons might be a little hard

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Since the events of their last unexpected meeting, the Monarch had retained a uniquely interested view of her accountant’s carnal secret. It was within the walls of her Kingdom, it was her dark temptation to own. She kept their newest arrangement private, but also somewhat frequent. They didn’t even need to exchange words, but simply an established coded message when one needed the other.

The Queen settled slowly on her knees at the cambion’s forceful request, the material of her skirt scratching at the floor below. She waited with heated excitement as her fingers pried her accountant’s pants free, revealing her dark secret beneath. Removing the last obstruction of clothing, the Queen took hold of the cambion’s member in her hand, letting her fingers dance and tease its full girth. Her lips wetted, parted–

As if she considered it her own to use, the cambion parted the queen’s eager lips, guided her member between them slow, languid. She was in no rush, after all. It turned out, the queen had a Thing for this sort of -- thing. The...submission thing. Made sense, she supposed. The stress of being leader of a country, perhaps, led to one seeking any venue in which they lead nothing. The Hunger made its host flexible -- she would cajole, she would dominate, if the time and place required it.

And if Riley got a little rough? What of it? Who was the queen going to tell? My foreigner accountant’s secretly a sex demon? That sort of thing gets you impeached. Royalty-impeached. (There was something to ordering around a queen that was empowering, too.) “Good girl,” she drawled, a low purr in the evening light, a single hand finding purchase in flaxen hair. “I wonder if you can take the whole thing in without gagging, this time?” A flash of that animal-like grin. “Let’s find out, mm? Remember -- two snaps.” The safe-gesture, in cases when the use of one’s mouth was busy. Riley was part-demon, but she wasn’t in-human. Slowly, her hand applied pressure to Zelda’s head, pressing the thick head of her member deeper in.