#usft tw;

[rivenrose]

( Astarion came way too fast the first time he saw the tits 💀)

I don’t blame him. It’s like she was sculpted by some horny deity during their day off.

@pallidrogue

[rivenrose]

Mine. Whether by contract, curse, or kiss--does it matter?

Down on her knees with her head hung low, Astaria didn’t even dare to look at him in the eye. Unless he made her, of course. Be that by command, or by simply picking up her chin and forcing her to look up.

“Yours—” Astaria echoed hoarsely, blood spilling from her lips at her every attempt to speak, splattering on the ground along with other unknown fluids. Some hers, plenty of his, and others belonging to the vile, infernal creatures surrounding them.

Whatever horrors Raphael had made her endure weren’t easily put on paper. Not easily described either.

Judging by the state she was in, however, one could only imagine....

@fiendishfinesse

[rivenrose]

"Babygirl.... Papi is bored this evening and needs a little excitement."

“A little excitement, you say…”

The way she moved was reminiscent of a cat under the moonlight, hips rolling with the slow, sinuous grace pertaining to the ethereal. The light of the fireplace bathed her skin in ambers, as though they too wished for a piece of her. Lifting one hand, Astaria began to pull at the lace of her shirt—knots came apart in tender surrender to reveal the perfect marble of her breasts, so full and and primed to be felt, touched, tasted even.

Faintly, the blues of her veins stood out, branching across pale skin in vampiric allure.

When Astaria stood above him, close enough that he could smell the brandy in her perfume, she flattened a palm against his chest and pushed, letting the mattress sag under the old man’s weight. 

This time, however, Astaria did not mount him.

Instead she lifted one foot, setting the pointy end of her hell on top of the bulge in his trousers, right where Vice’s desire pulsed hot and heavy for her. Then, a gentle press to the spot, and she began to circle, kneading the shape of his bulge in exquisitely slow cruelty, her heel moving like it was an instrument of divination, seeking that tender place where the lines between pleasure and pain were all but blurred.

“What is a little excitement to you, I wonder…?”

@rickv-786

[rivenrose]

" What if I act a sleeve for your pussy? Would you still want to leave me then?" (Astarion pls stopp omg; )

“Well, in that case my pussy would be the sleeve to your cock, wouldn’t it darling?” An eyebrow arched. “Unless, of course, you want me to pull the strap on out of the closet. In which case, that sweet little asshole of yours would be the sleeve instead. I suppose we could negotiate.”

@pallidrogue

[rivenrose]

" You're my aphrodisiac, I'm a prisoner of your sex appeal. "

Astaria’s smile took its sweet time, glowing in the way most things sadistic did when they found their match—quiet, pleased and proprietary. Not just with Shadowheart, but with the ease with which she bent divinity to accommodate her darkest whims.

Faith often had this habit of turning people resilient. Shadowheart, on the other hand, made herself quite pliable when the vampiress was around. To shape reverence around desire and blur every edge until there was no difference between prayer and carnal hungers. Between sin and sanctuary.

Sweet little pup... So eager to be taught where to place her mouth.

“Good.” Astaria caressed the word with her tongue, fingers set at the nape of the cleric’s neck, a touch that guided rather than forced. Her thumb traced that vulnerable hinge of jaw and throat, coaxing her downward with patient certainty. “Then you already know what comes next.” There were only her undergarments keeping Shadowheart from the soaking damp of her cunt. Astaria’s smile sharpened to a dagger’s end.

“Well? She isn’t going to worship herself, you know…”

@shadowsgrief

[rivenrose]

Yusuke (18) had invited her over for a little date, a fun time watching an action movie of course. Might not have been her cup of tea but he assured her that she'd have a fun time. And once they've gotten their seats which kept them in the back row, into the left corner, where the shadows will be their greatest ally.

Now he lets the previews go on, while he's digging into his pockets and found the item he was looking for. A bracelet, but one that seemed handcrafted. Nothing more than a semi-thick string holding wooden beads with symbol etched into them. Something he's managed to swipe on a case that even brought his old friend Botan onto the field. "This is where we'll have our fun." Yusuke spoke, putting on the beaded bracelet.

"now ya see me-" Then the symbols would begin to glow once he channels his yoki into the beads and slowly his entire body then vanish in plain sight. Then he'd release his concentration, allowing his entire form to reappear just so she could see the contraption at work. "Nifty huh, picked it off a witch who kidnapped kids t' feed on em. Screwed up how I'm gonna use 'em in the same way." And with that he vanishes in thin air once again.

Then goes downward onto the floor squats right in front of her and opens her legs, with a little hike of her panties, he'd push forward and sink his tongue within her pussy, smack dab in the middle of an almost filled theater.

Where in the hells did Yusuke go? Astaria’s eyes popped wide open like a pair of saucers as surprise took her. It must have been that trinket he was showing off. Some invisibility amulet of sorts? She’s heard of them before, never really thought any of those tales to be real, but…

“Urameshi-kun?” Astaria called, reaching over to feel for him by her side, fumbling mid-air as if tact would find him first than her eyes did.

Little did she know just where that boy had vanished off to.

The first sign of it almost made her jump out of her own skin when there was sudden pressure applied to her thighs, spreading them open. When she couldn’t close them? Even spookier. It took the vampiress a second to connect the dots—put two and two together and realise that the sudden press of wet and warm among her folds came from the boy himself.

“Oh, you cheeky little thing…” Reaching down, the weaved her fingers through where she assumed that mop of black hair was and craned her neck. The rise and fall of her chest was accompanied by a symphony of sighs and moans. Deep and deeper.

As usual, it didn’t take much to get her creaming. This way, Yusuke could so quickly reap the benefits of being such a naughty boy…

The naughty boy Astaria had come to adore.

@thuganomxcs

[rivenrose]

"Last night was fun...I swear yer the only one in Hawaii who could keep up with me..and I found out that you can really take a poundin' too." He looked around at his dorm, cracks in the wall, a broken bed..a little crater in the floor. "Gonna be fun explainin' this..though I'm pretty sure a few furniture moves and a rug I'd get away with it."

“Mm, have you known many? I mean, you talk as if there’s a whole gallery of women lining up for you just outside of this room.” She didn’t bother following Yusuke’s stare, watching him was far more interesting. Pale lashes dipped in a slow blink, her breaths ran slower.

It did something to the space between them.

“...is there?”

@thuganomxcs

[rivenrose]

The eighteen year old's mouth had gotten him into trouble, speaking nothing but confidence that entire night but now that she has herself shirtless before him, Yusuke would grope her breasts, it's a common reflex of his, nothing he's not done before...however, the moment she touches him in return..when that hand of hers wraps around his girth and began pumping him. "Ahhhh..fuck.." Even Yusuke was surprised the way that moan left his lips..gosh how pathetic. His inexperience is showing.

Yusuke might as well have been spellbound with how his body simply caved in under Astaria’s whims. She backed him up against the wall as soon as they arrived in the hotel room, bringing all the kisses they’ve been sharing along the way to a necessary halt in order to rid herself of her dress, which left Astaria in the kind of lingerie designed to provoke.

The top of her panties didn’t wrap around her body the usual way, instead, they crossed over to the front in thin, elastic straps overlapping in a symmetrical pattern down her belly until they met the lace, which made up the lower half of her undergarments. The bra was a matching red with the same patterns at the front resembling a shibari bondage style.

Wearing that for underwear Astaria might as well have been fully naked once her dress came off.

“Shh…” She whispered soft and sweet against Yusuke’s kiss-bruised lips, letting him grope the supple flesh of her breasts while easing his trousers down just about enough for his cock to spring free. “You don’t want to wake our neighbours, do you?” While her touch was cold around the base of his length, it did start to warm up as soon as she began to stroke him. Slow and steady at first, but quickening the more she could feel those delicious shudders raking through his body.

@thugnifisin || @thuganomxcs