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Knight who cries after crazy nasty animal sex and needs his hair pet and good things whispered in his ear before he goes right back to pounding you. He'll leave your chambers and pretend he doesn't know what came over him. But he'll keep coming back. Once you let that animal in, he'll keep coming back.
Cleric who gets a kick out of NOT healing you. Cleric who enjoys seeing you tense and sweat with the pain. Cleric who holds the power to end your suffering, but likes making you suffer as punishment. Cleric who looks down on their knight. Knight who squirms on the ground, panting and looking up at their cleric with pleading eyes.
can we just fuck in the river warmed by the sun already
Maybe I like holding back. Maybe it means when I finally let go it's all the more rewarding. There's a reason I like werewolves and their metaphors. Seemingly normal people who lose control at the whim of nature. I enjoy being chivalrous, the slightest hint of horniness in public and I'm coughing into my closed fist, red faced, looking away. But you know, don't you? You know what it feels like to have me drooling and growling above you. I enjoy being chivalrous, but I need to be a monster.
Okay so. Bleeding out in the snow, barely conscious right? Yeah so. While I do love the moment you're found by someone, and they rush to your side and frantically work to heal you... But isn't there just something else about being found by someone who leisurely walks to your body? They crouch down by your side. Cooing and stroking your hair. My, what a mess you've got yourself into. There's a soft smile on their lips. Like they're death themself come to guide you to the afterlife. Is this anything.
my lord... your 'evil' mage and your 'good' knight keep chaining each other up in the castle dungeons... my lord... they are mixing their blood together... my lord... what? Well I- yes I suppose I could join them, if you wished- yes right away my lord of course you can watch
"Yes, my liege?" But not as in 'my life is yours.' Instead, as in 'Come closer, bring your hand toward the teeth that bite for you. Tell me what you desire of me and know of the terrifying ways I will accomplish it. Meet my gaze. Show me your love by flinching when others run. Know I am monstrous, and come closer anyway.'
Yes you should seductively rub the hilt of your knight's sword while it's in his scabbard, see if you can catch the whimper he chokes on from beneath his visor
