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;– ❧ She’ll admit - she was quite proud of herself for being able to hold Rakan around her pinky, to twist him in certain ways simply by doing certain things. She didn’t even have to get exaggerated to get his attention, and that was how she was able to tell he loved her more than either of them can put into words. 

         To be here, wearing clothing she wouldn’t had worn otherwise, to get the attention from the man that caused her heart to stir in such a good way, to feel his hands roam around her body, to have his eyes burn her frame from how desperate he was…

         …it truly was such a M A G I C A L moment.

         Much to how their mating calling goes, Xayah continued with her low cooing rumbling from the back of her throat, resuming the alluring song to further this heated dance of theirs. Her feathers fluffed as her ears slowly flopped downwards while he investigated her flesh, poking it with her undergarments when he snapped them in place only to then have her ass smacked by both curious hands. Considering her skin was out in the open, she wouldn’t be surprised if she were to find red marks back there.

         The further she called to him, the more eager he became which in turn made him become more rougher. He pressed her against the wall, her body scrunching up slightly to accumulate the new space she was to deal with. Her legs widened themselves to allow the other to fit in between before curving back in order to cling onto him, pulling him closer still.

         All while her mouth found refugee against his, that call still humming for him as lips clashed with one another in heated P A S S I O N.

        Slowly did she then grinded her half exposed lower half against his to emphasize her need for him - Further did her call grew louder and erratic, inserting ‘take me’ among the notes she would sing for him.

        She needn’t open her mouth to tell him what she wanted, but she wanted to hear him say what intrusive thoughts have reached his mind.

        She wanted his V O I C E.

      “ᵀᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ, ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶠⁱˡᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ?”

Bright eyes regarded her with a hunger that was clearly reciprocated, smiling as she brought herself closer to him in order to further indulge in the mood she had created, and then reveled in stirring in him. That low coo that rumbled in the back of her throat echoed in his ears, paying careful attentions to the sounds she made. Why? Because that song of hers, that mating call, still was so powerful in his mind. Hearing it ate at his sanity, drove him into a mood of primal desire. He swallowed thickly as her body accepted his touch, his groping and his roughness, how her call became more needy as he smacked at her ass, snapped the string of her undergarments against her hip. She loved that touch, or so he assumed by her noises, and was more than happy to give her more.

He could feel her body pressing into his, her hips dragging against her own as she ground into him. His lips curled deeply at this, reaching up with one hand, though regretfully, to cup her chin in his touch while she finally spoke, despite her attempt to communicate with him using only her mating song. And he certainly had heard that insert of ‘take me’ in the notes she sang, driving his blood into further heat.

Don’t mind me, Trundle is absolutely balanced :D

@casarova is illuminated

Lo was venturing deep into the Ionian wilderness, far from civilization. He’d never been this far inland before, but the Great Moth guided him here in search of the next beacon. Lo recalled hearing tales of vastaya living around here, and truth be told, he was somewhat excited at the prospect of getting to meet one, though he forced himself to stay focused on the task at hand.

The kiss was only to be a one time thing, not really expecting him to kiss her back again. Now instead of being the confident one, she was downgraded into nothing more than the shy being that she was when it came to romance, and the kiss didn’t help at all. 

Nonetheless, there was no real attempt in moving away from him this time, but instead stood there and took it. No point, she had already come this far. 

A long moment of lips locked together, before she finally pulled away, more so to breath. Quiet pants escaped her lips, cheeks flushed red as she stared at him. A part of her wished to lash out, but she was the one who kissed him first. 

When their kiss finally ended, Rakan possessed quite the smile, a deliberate hum rumbling in his throat as those bright eyes of his regarded Morgana carefully. He was nearly singing as that humming continued, though his lips were only curled into that soft smile of his. How could he help it if he was really the musical sort!

The quiet that held them both after that was something else, and Rakan didn’t desire to interrupt that quiet. So instead, they got to listen to one another try and regain their equilibrium after such a kiss. And how was that not enjoyable? Especially with her cheeks so reddened from the action that she had gone ahead and started on her own.

[ ♦ ] – “You are the one who owes my Gratitude,My Dearest. There’s no need to thank me anything as this place welcomes yougladly.” The Pale Lady nodded softly in recognition. Amused & trulyenchanted by the courteous gestures coming from the colorful Vastayan.Everything that was new could become mesmerizing, & gently her handentwined briefly with his fingers, refusing to let go for a little more asstaring into his eyes. There were not visible threats, and she wouldn’t denyhim the benefit of doubt.

Afterall, if there was any kind of menace… the Rosarium itself would be able to takecare of it.

Gently,her hand slid until she was embracing his arm, stepping once in order tofollow the beautiful path of bright red blossoms. Their fragrances calling tobe witnessed & deeply enjoyed, as the Sorceress proceeded, allowing alittle silent chuckle to be drown on her throat – “Oui. It’s a delightful blendwith a base of Rose Water, but it turns to be truly sweet when adding extractsfrom Miracle Berries, a marvelous fruit.”

Everystep given would continue allowing flowers to bloom on the grass & thevision of luminous butterflies flying upon the roses started to appear. All ofthem looking like gorgeous fireflies, while leaking magic too in the paths. 

“I don’t know if you would like to, but thereare also some little desserts I had prepared for the occasion. Do you likeChocolate by any chance?”

Her words of gratitude, implied as they were from her statement, made him smile, lowering his head in a grateful bow of sorts. He liked hearing that his presence was welcome, and that he was welcomed warmly. Who wouldn’t, though Rakan was especially sensitive in this area. He liked having people like him, so when he was rebuked it lowered his whole mood, even if he did accept that the fact that people didn’t have to like him. He would still sulk a bout it, however!

His smile was wide as he looked to the woman, quite happy to hear that she was pleased with his presence, and that the place welcomed him. Perhaps what he enjoyed most however, was the fact that her fingers entwined with his, refusing to remove themselves as they held that gaze for longer than might seem appropriate. Well, Rakan wasn’t unused to that either, so he just flashed that wide smile of his, especially as her touched shifted to embracing his arm, guiding him through the rosarium.

The care that went into such a place became apparent to Rakan quickly, an eyebrow rising as LeBlanc explained the concoction that he had been smelling. That silent chuckle was something to enjoy though, as it wasn’t as silent as one might think, but just low and hard to hear. Vastaya did tend to have better hearing than humans, though!

The display of magic certainly got his attention though, a delighted hum rumbling within his throat as they made their way through the garden. She could probably tell, but Rakan breathed in the magic like it was air, and his feathers would glow just a slight bit brighter on his inhales because of what he was breathing in. It was obvious that magic was an essential part of his being, though what that knowledge would be to her was something that Rakan would never know.

;– ❧ My oh my.

         Rakan was being quite L O U D in his presentation.

         It all the more made her chuckle, feeling proud of herself for having brought the other practically down on his knees, begging for her attention in ways that others cannot fathom. And how rightfully so because it was she who was the only one in charge of taking care of him in that sense, and no one else - ‘less there be a battle to which she was sure to win.

         But enough about that.

         A cocky grin grazed her red lips as golden eyes followed every movement the other made to her, followed every twitch, every tremble, every touch. She could tell he had been hypnotized - completely under her control by simply wearing an outfit. God, she loved how weak she could make him; how in love he made her with just the littlest of movement; a simple wave of the hand, and he’d be crawling on the floor for her. 

         If you went back in time and told her younger self that she could find someone as devoted and as in love with her as Rakan was, she wouldn’t had believed you.

        Lithe fangs grip at her lower lip as she remained still and merely wanted to observed what the other did to her. His teasing fingers trailed across her skin, pulling her strap then releasing it with a S N A P ! That noise rung through her ears like an echo in a cave, vibrating lividly until she could no longer hear it in her brain. His hands them found home on her ass where they resided and toyed with, getting accustomed to the rather plump muscle that was barely able to be hidden with the clothing she was wearing.

        Not as though she was going to need to anyways.

        One of her own fingers, nails tinted with black, poked at his navel then slowly rose up his chest, making sure she left a nice, red mark behind on that flawless skin. Once she reached his collar, she wrapped her whole hand around his neck then yanked him in suddenly, pressing their foreheads against one another - her honeydews glowing.

        His mating call was replied with her very own.

        She had given permission; now it would be up to him to continue what he had started.

That cocky grin on her face was quite enjoyable, one he liked provoking from her. She liked that she was able to pull him into this state of desire, just with just her attire. And she had. She had twisted him around her finger, getting him to do whatever it was that she wanted. And he had no complaints about it! He loved seeing that pleasure on her face, that she had him so enthralled that he couldn’t help but love her. Bright eyes held her amber gaze, smiling as she reached up and pulled his head down so that their foreheads pressed together, the warmth of hers ghosting along his skin as they grew close. She didn’t seem to mind his hands grabbing at her body, doing as he pleased with his touch. In fact she welcomed it quite thoroughly. So he didn’t let go. Those hungry fingers continued to squeeze and grope at her rear end, plush and plump as she stood relaxed in his grip. And then he heard it. That sound that dripped from her lips. She answered his call with her own, and his blood burst into flame.

Hunger danced within those bright eyes, holding her gaze as his lips curled into a wider smile. That permission she gave was broad, and he wasn’t just about to let that go to waste! His hands continued to grope at her body, pulling her tight against him before reluctantly pulling a hand from her body, just to snap the other side of her undergarments against her hip, making it even on both sides. Then, both of his hands struck at her ass, enough to leave handprints behind.

He didn’t hesitate to shift his head against hers, forehead no longer pressing against her own. His lips pressed down hungrily, kissing her like he wanted to steal her breath away. The passion in his touch was wild, free, and needy, wanting her to comply with it and return it all the same. As talkative as he was, Rakan felt no need to speak in this moment, instead showing his desire by kissing her like he had never gotten to do so before, hands at her ass and groping at her viciously, all while shoving her back against something firm, keeping her trapped between him and a hard place.

;– ❧ This had been done on P U R P O S E.

          Legs crossed over one another in a seemingly cocky way, her thighs jiggling with each movement she made as these thigh highs grip at her flesh like they were trying so desperately to keep her skin inside them but, obviously, failed. Due to the small size of the attire, she needed to have straps to keep them on her legs ‘less they’d fall and expose her legs. As much of a tease she felt at this very moment, she was not in the mood to go around without wearing much of anything down below.

          At least not now.

          An accomplished smile spread across her lips as her man seemed to have fallen in her spell, according to plan. She had wanted to capture his attention in her own way today and, luckily for her, she had found a use for this type of clothing. Golden eyes outlined the figure with as much H U N G E R as he, her pupils growing the moment he pulled her in - their body heat radiating into each other.

         A single finger reached up to boop his lips.

      “ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉ?”

Every single movement Xayah made once she knew his attention was on her was deliberate. She knew extremely well the way she enthralled him. Especially in this outfit! Bright eyes couldn’t leave her, especially as she shot him that cocky smile, pleased that her attire had achieved the effect she had aimed for. Why wouldn’t she be pleased about that? As that single finger booped at his lips, he laughed, only to nip at it within moments of the sound, as if to show her that his need was a razors edge at this point. A playful gesture like that wasn’t going to distract him from what her attire had provoked from him, and he was sure that was the point of it all.