good morning . i probably do not need to reiterate this but for fun: i am an alis.tair “switches and is happy/eager to do either” th.eirin truther. also fen.ris is not the twink bottom that fanon so desperately wants him to be.
Continued from here for @wickedblossoms!
Suggestive below the cut. Nothing graphic, but still. You have been warned. :) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀The rap at the king's door was expected, the hedgehog making his way over and opening the heavy wooden doorway. A pleasant sight graced his emerald orbs, a smirk finding its way to his muzzle as his eyes traced the subtle curves of the feline's form, hidden beneath her almost sheer undergarments.
⠀⠀⠀"Good evening, Percival." Sonic's voice was warm and low, almost a little tired sounding. "Wanna come in? I'm glad you decided to follow my instructions." Sonic closed the door behind Percival as she entered, taking a few steps in behind her.
⠀⠀⠀"Care for a drink? The maids have left me a bottle from the winery, but..." Sonic lifted the bottle eyes narrowing at its label. He wasn't much of a drinker, but it felt oddly appropriate for the moment. "I never was very good at drinking alone." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀Pouring a pair of glasses of the dark maroon liquid, Sonic turned to Percival, handing her a glass and taking a sip for himself. He was immediately reminded of why he didn't drink very often. A slight twist of his face caused him to put the glass back down, deciding against touching it for the rest of the night.
⠀⠀⠀"You look good out of your armour, by the way." Sonic teased, turning to face Percival with a smirk. He sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes almost glued to her body. The slight bumps of her small breasts, the curve of her hips, he was getting an eyeful. Meanwhile, the smirk stayed on his lips like it belonged there..
⠀⠀⠀"Why don't you join me over here?" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
nothing better to hancock than being stretched out under a lover with his hands on their hips. he is a hip and ass guy, through and through. hands all over their waist, their lower back, their thighs, AWLL of it. he is especially vocal with his partner on top. ride him so he can brace his feet and fuck up into-
🍎- This is where all the Sinners live! this ring has several circles, all of them culturally diverse both from the humans who passed to live here and the Hellborn demons who frequent the plane.
Cultures that don't get along on earth will rarely be seen in boroughs next to each other. You won't often find a Korean neighborhood next to a Japanese one, for example.
Pride, like Heaven, is infinite in scope - the Nine Circles have plenty of space. Overpopulation is never an issue - and it was never the reason for the Exterminations.
🍎 - Most Goetic families live here, including the Copteri - the largest and most affluent within Hell
🍎 - The government is split between Sinners and Hellborn, with the royal family presiding over all.
Major Overlords are carefully picked by the King himself, as he ensures those who are in power have the ability to rule but are not dangers to all of Hell (there, ideally, should be no Vox incidents within this Hell). if he senses anything of the sort, they are killed and replaced immediately.
Some Overlords, upon special request, are granted the ability to have children, given to them by satria. this ensures the overlords in power, who are loyal to him, continue to swear their fealty and urge their kin to do the same
This plan doubles as a honeypot for nefarious Hierarchy. Some demons with plans to overtake Hell have slipped through the cracks before, attempting to amass power through broadening their lineage, and Satria has been sharp enough to catch all such vagrants before they can start an uprising.
🍎 - Keeping lower caste demons as pets is seen as a symbol of status. Only the rich can afford this casual luxury, and there are several shops where you can attain a trained Imp/Hound servant or pet
An Imp or a Hound that is picked out to be such a pet is often viewed favorably, seeing as how you need good genes and better manners to be picked. these lines may be bred through generations, with the same stock being the pets and servants of specific noble families for hundreds of years
The same shops and centers that provide Imps and Hounds for noble families are the places where corrections, if any, are to be made
There is an underground sex ring, made up of nobles and their lesser caste pets, that enjoy master/slave dynamics. secretive orgies are often thrown in the basements of some affluent noble's homes - though these accusations are never stated in public. to voice it would be to bring shame to yourself and your house
Conversely, many small groups of Imps and Hounds find it disgusting how their people are treated in pride. they try to free their compatriots, but are often met with disappointment at the contentment their fellows have
🍎 - Sinners do not need to eat to survive. The act of consuming and drinking is a luxury item/past time.
However…if Sinners go without eating/drinking for too long, they are susceptible to madness of the mind and body. no one knows how or why this phenomena occurs, only that it is very problematic when it does
🍎 - Hellhounds within this ring are highly susceptible to being used for product testing - from the magical to the mundane. This can lead to mutations and early death.
next part hopefully coming soon! this will cover more of the hierarchy, who the players are, and what their role is :)
"someone's going notice we're both missing ..." 👀👀👀
The mission was running longer because of a bout of extreme weather. They were supposed to meet at the rendezvous point hours ago, but a sudden violent blizzard forced them into one of the mountains emergency shelters.
Why did Umbrella keep putting their shit on remote mountains?
Reconnaissance turned into wilderness survival real quick, but the cabin provided enough safety and rations to last them until it passed… at least, it did for any normal person.
What she wasn’t expecting, though, was huddling together for warmth to escalate so quickly. CUPID had a horrible habit of turning gentle intimacy into a dopamine hit so hard that kicked the pleasure centers into overdrive. It started with wandering hands, curious touches, even the occasional chaste kiss to his jawline amidst their conversation… and the next thing she knew she was raking her teeth and nails across his back and shoulders.
She shouldn’t pursue him, she knows that, its extremely unprofessional… and yet he’s not telling her no.
Its a fling, it has to be- Cabin fever, whatever they call it, but she can’t help herself. She needed him desperately in that moment, and he obliged.
Now they’re basking in the afterglow, and the sweat is practically steaming off her body, laying bare beneath him sprawled out on one of the bedrolls and gently cupping his cheeks with both hands, dragging him down for another desperate, lust-filled kiss.
‘Someones going to notice we’re both missing.’
“Let ‘em…” She mumbles, beaming and arching her back until they’re pressed flush together again. “Tell ‘em we got held up by zombies’s or something on top of the storm. I don’t want this to end just yet…”
i know its not sunday but wtv my head is filled with kazuha and his fat pussy just absolutely stunning plump lips with a chubby pink clit peaking outta his bush ready to milk his spouse dry of their baby makin juice time to make baby number 1 beloved
