#incendiorum

[deityforged-a]

You don’t understand how pleased as punch Ashmi is that she has Lu as a little sidekick to chatter with as an animal who actually tolerates her

[vonerde-archive]

❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

— 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩™ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 | 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ➥ @incendiorum

"HAH! i told you it would be fuckin' hilarious, didn't i?" despite the egg yolk & white that was dripping down her forehead & chin, making her usually so poised appearance into a mess, gaia remained smug about being able to make the other laugh. "i may not be the best at juggling eggs but my plant punts were at least good, weren't they?" it was just what she did best; performing pure chaos to make the other person smile. seeing another one's happiness was simply infectious & led her to forget the hardships she experienced on a daily basis — the few broken eggs were worth it.

"alright, since we're done here . . . uh . . . " azure irises grew to twice their size whilst viewing the actual mess they have made. yet again. though, there was an upside to living alone — no one to complain about the state of the kitchen. "i-i'll clean that up later!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet once more — fingers wanting to thread to her hair, though, stopping right before. "hey . . . " a bit bashfully would she approach the other. " . . . can we go outside so you can spray me with the garden hose? this is a bit much . . . even for me. " though, a small chuckle still managed to flee from her throat.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

sometimes she wishes she could give iovita a month ( read: year long ) respite from the hounds. she knows it's not realistic but the goddess hates when they don't sleep well or the hypervigilance gets to be overwhelming and hekate just wants them to relax without that tension racking uo their shoulders after a hike or just being together. / @incendiorum

[azurescaled-archived]

"Well, it's not often that I meet someone so interesting. Tell me, would you appreciate having some artifacts delivered to you? If only for novelty purposes."

Serina hadn't ever been in a witch's shop of all things, but she certainly found it interesting. Hell, she found kinship with witches, given that she was burned at the stake a few times by people who learned of what she was.

@incendiorum

[dcwnrisen-aa]

NOTE // but also marcellus? alskdjf

sometimes the brush of your magic is most curious, it reminds me of someone i met a long time ago, it disgusts me. hm, i would tell you that i'd be by another time but i'm hardly welcome. suppose i'll join lila one of these days, i know she's most welcome, i'd hate for there to be strife just because she associates with me. might even let you steal one of my horns for your wall, i know how you elderly like your trophies.

send “ NOTE ” for a note my muse left for your muse ! / @incendiorum

[maljefe]

@incendiorum asked: they’re panting about this, too, barely managing to scrape up the wherewithal to be more put together but they manage, and no one can ever say iovita salvienus was a quitter. the time is un-trackable, but they weren’t keeping an eye on it in the first place. the only thing that matters is that they just spent a length of it bringing her to the absolute edge and then stopping - again and again.  she had been annoying earlier in that way that delights them — bratty — and they had been quick with their punishment. and now, they hover above her with one hand absently stroking a trembling thigh and the other smack in the center of her chest to hold her down. their magic burns in their palm like a warm, crackling warning to stay put. never hot enough to burn, no, but a flagrant reminder that they have something strong to work with, here. from their spot between her thighs and hovering over her, they let their eyes roam, drinking in every inch of bare skin, lingering on her kiss-swollen and spit slick mouth, until they make it up to her dark, desperate gaze. “are you going to be good now?” they ask, head tilted. the hand they have on her chest pushes down slightly with a flare of their magic before relaxing to slip up the center of it, over her throat. “ah, ah,” they add, finally sliding their hand over her mouth and raising their eyebrows. “I want to see you prove it. hands over your head. cross your wrists and keep them there.” their mouth twists into a lazy smirk, and they blow a strand of white hair out of their face. with their free hand they pull up her leg so that they can roll their hips with a restrained sort of glacial slowness, like they’re just as desperate and holding back, cock dragging a hot line in the crease of her thigh. “then I’ll make you cum.” and they’re going to aim for wringing them out one after another. don’t say they’re not the charitable sort. “promise.”

Their touch was as sweet as it was cruel; their silver tongue dripping with honey as their words lashed at her, cutting through her, leaving her raw and aching. How had she failed to recall just how EVIL they could be? How excited they got when she acted out?

Teary gaze met one filled with storms and promises of further punishment were she to go against them. Blinking she feels a drop roll down her temple, wetting her ear, causing the hair to stick uncomfortably to her flesh. A nod follows as she brings her arms up, clasping her trembling fingers together- they raise a brow and she damn near sobs. Of course they wouldn’t give her the comfort of that.

Breathless she releases her own hand and crosses her wrists. If she wanted her reward she had to listen perfectly.

“ P… please… Vito… Vito… hurts- hurts so much. I can’t take it. “ What a pitiful thing she was! To thrive when reduced to a state of wanton desire such as this was simply embarrassing, or at least one might have thought it to be. For Loni it was the highest level of trust and love to hand over. A show of her faith in Iovita as she understood they would never truly harm her, nor scare her, regardless of how much she cried. This power dynamic between them was something both craved and enjoyed. Never could it be a one sided occurrence.

The heat of their palm moves back to her sternum, tingling sensation coursing through her causing nipples to harden as though touched by ice. How could they do this to her? Torment her so? She’d been bratty, yes, but this? Was this fitting punishment? Of course it was and she relished in it.

“ Pleasepleasepleasepleasemakemecum-! “ It takes all her will power not to shift her hips. Loni knew it would only end in her being denied even further. “ Vito… mi vita por favor…! “

The way the eye her like a predator ready to strike makes her core clench. She’d have given anything, anything, to have them bury themselves inside her right that moment. Her heart, her soul, her entire life- she needed them viscerally.

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels them line up with her. The faint pressure alone enough to nearly push her over the edge. Swollen clit tingled, damn near painfully so. All it would take is the slightest brush for her to completely come undone. “ I’ll do anything, anything! I’m begging you Vito please gimme your cock. I wanna cum, I need to cum…! “

[yalldved-a]

io's 5'11" ! for the height comparison meme :3

height comparison meme. ft @incendiorum.

' Aight, so ya got a couple inches on me, but I still have some time to grow you know! ' he's 26 years old. There will be no growing, and they both know it.

[oblyvn-a]

he simply tugs on @incendiorum's hair ; a playful , teasing little pull at the very ends of iovita's beautiful locks , a cruel creature's way of saying pay attention to me .