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Me llama la atención que tanto Shuu como Ruki tengan este tipo de ojos conocidos como tareme (たれ目) que significa literalmente 'ojos caídos'
La diferencia es que los de Ruki son más exagerados y alargados, dándole una apariencia más de zorro, mientras que los de Shuu son más redonditos, lo que lo hace parecer más un lirón jajaja
PD: me gustaría hacer un dibujo con mis tres favoritos; Carla, Shuu y Ruki! A ver si se me ocurre algo~ 👀
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contents; fluff here n there, some angst here n there, knives n self-harm (azusa..), toxic behaviour, implied violence. i had these in the drafts for a good while so i'm happy they finally had the chance to see the light sfjgjfgj happy reading<3
ft. the mukamis | masterlist | here for part i
📓✧˖° ruki
he finds the idea ridiculous. it's already a line crossed that you're eating his food and borrowing his books and sleeping in his sheets—should he provide entertainment for you as well now? he offered you the slightest comfort to show you that, unlike other bloodstained majesties, this household was, in fact, capable of humane sensitivity, and here you are, always asking for more and more and more. convincing ruki to accompany you on a picnic is not an easy feat, and there might be a chance that he will deprive you of some of your "guest" privileges just as a reminder of how things could have been for you from the very beginning. even though the thought of taking some time off somewhere away isn't as preposterous as he initially made it sound. and he might just as well take you with him to make sure you aren't leaving his sight. "so be it, livestock," he says, keeping your chin between thumb and forefinger, but not attempting any eye contact. "yet keep it in mind that humouring you is the least of my priorities."
despite the claims, once set in action, ruki pours his everything into the plan. he cooks and packs and looks up picnic spots. he is a man known by nothing but his diligence, after all. following weeks of living under the same roof, he has grown to know your taste by heart, both in food and in free-time activities. and if you are not into literature, he will make you be, choosing some titles from his collection that he suspects will catch your interest and carrying them into a basket of their own, accompanied by a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses. when the time comes to set off for your picnic date, or arrangement, as he prefers to call it, you are surprised to see him dressed at his most casual in a fitted dark shirt and jeans, nothing like the image he ingrained in you for so long. from his index dangle the keys of what you are going to find out is a motorcycle, fully packed and freshly fuelled. yeah, it's that kind of date, uh, arrangement.
there will be fractions of moments when you might think ruki forgot about your existence completely, propped against a tree with a book in his hand and a filled bottle of wine to his side. in reality, he studies your demeanour in the absence of his attention—when you can either run away, bunny left on an open field, or continue to cling to him like you were taught to, or lied to yourself that it was safer to, or more comfortable to. the sun collapsed into orange streaks on your skin and clothes, and birds were chirping into the distance. even the faintest attempt to get closer would have him flatten his hand around the back of your head and pull you into his shoulder. quiet, eerily thoughtful. you expected him to pierce his fangs into your neck. but he didn't, and you could only hear the rustle of pages as he brushed them with his thumb, feel his skin tensing under your warmth. the last time he saw the sun set like that was when he was running for his life, hundreds of years ago.
🌱 ₊˚⊹ yuma
literally his arena, his element. most likely he offered to take you to a picnic long before you'd have the chance to. the type to wake you up (push you off the bed) one morning, sweater zipped to the chin and backpack resting on his shoulder, saying, "we're goin' out, sow. get ya shit ready." and you have no other choice but to oblige, throwing on the first pieces of clothing your eyes lay on, gathering hiking essentials into a bag of your own. if you are an outdoorsy person yourself, occasionally suggesting that the two of you go explore the nature surrounding you, yuma will not hesitate to join in, saying something about the rustling of leaves making it easier for him to listen to your incessant talk, but he is secretly thrilled. in this particular case, part of your picnic treats piles up as you advance in your trip, with yuma, a creature of self-sufficiency, picking the fruits and berries he can assess as edible, later washing them in a closest spring.
it's also in his nature to know exactly where to unpack, not on just some hill, but in a forest clearing, a secluded piece of heaven only for the two of you to set foot and lose yourselves in. as you gradually lay your things out on the picnic blanket, yuma is surprised by your human clumsiness, impatiently shoving his hands in your own share of work, huffing and tsk-ing while doing just so. however, when everything is set up and ready, the atmosphere shifts, like the sky is about to fall. yuma grabs you by your sweater and drags you close, closer, your breath hitched as your face meets his chest, no words exchanged. you simply lie like this, silence numbing your insides, waiting for pain that refuses to come. it was brought up that you should add any music to the trip, like a cassette player, or just tracks downloaded on your phone, because silence with yuma only translated into the calm before the storm. yet he stayed resolute that the only music he needed was the chirp of the birds and the buzz of the bugs residing in the area.
the plucker of lips as he forces your mouth open, but the latter goes better demonstrated than said. yuma feeds you a berry, then a second, and he cannot help wondering how the harvest will taste dipped in your blood. "hey, sow…" with his thumb he pushes your chin up, exposing your neck as he does, the twitching cartilage. there's a drowsy, foreign quality to his tone that sends a shiver down your spine. but you would lie if you said you didn't see this coming. "what if ya did somethin' useful today, huh?" it only takes a prick of his fangs for the crimson to roll down onto your chest. yuma wastes no time as he catches it with a greedy thumb, later to smear it on a fruit and indulge in the blend of flavours. unique, palatable, just as he anticipated. the same crimson smudges across your cheek the moment he grabs your face to kiss you one more time. to him, you might just as well be another lonesome apple that he picked from a neighbour's orchard. and you don't mind it, as long as you can watch him fall with you.
⋆。🎤♡ kou
you bring it up as half a joke, part of you suspecting that kou has better things set on his schedule than dragging his clothes through thorns and mud to please you and your boredom-driven ideas. surely you didn't expect him to look as excited as he does now that your thought caught form, as touched, even. "awe, my little maso-kitty wants me to take them into the wild? how fun!" it does admittedly take a while to wait for a hole to sneak into kou's list of idol activities, but once it's there, he cannot wait to make the date happen. he will try to help you cook, emphasis on try, jars shattered and foods overboiled and spices slipped in hurtful quantities. better keep on acknowledging that his heart is in the right place, because at some point, he might bail out since "you think i'm a fuck-up anyway, you could at least have said to my face to fuck off!" door slammed, steps thrumming up the stairs. up to you if you want to trample down the hurricane or get shit done by yourself.
kou doesn't mind getting himself dirty as much as you thought. he walks ahead of you with the liveliness of a little kid, hands clutching around the bands of his backpack and eyes glued to the sky stretching out above your forms. this causes him to stumble one or two times, and he gets easily irritated or pouty if you make fun of him for it. but here, the sky looks too beautiful for him to stay moody for too long. it's all he is talking about. this and how much more so it will look from the place you will settle yourselves to—make it as high as possible, as untouched. unlike his brother yuma, however, kou hates the quiet, so he will do his best to fill it with his own singing or by playing his favourite music on a pink portable CD player attached to the left pocket of his pants. physical media collector so you can be sure that he had albums to pick from, of which one had to be his own yet-to-be-published billboard breaker, or that's how he calls it, at least.
the first thing kou does once everything is set into place is jump to open the food baskets—that you either re-cooked from scratch or ended up ordering. and you better join him here, because there's a chance you will be left with nothing for yourself after he's done with the eating olympics. he is open to cute crafty things like making flower crowns or painting, regardless of him not being the best person to work with his hands. yet cloud watching stays the star of the day. with your hand in his and the music blaring in the background, he will assign forms to meanings, and then meanings to stories. for once in your life, the coldness spreading from kou's palms is no longer making your skin quiver in fear, warming your chest instead with the comfortable closure. you lean into it, because something in you knows this feeling may pass you by as long as you return to your life in the manor. kou himself catches on to the uncertainty. these days he can reach the blue sky with no effort, ripping off a thread to pour into your irises with a turn of his head. what will he be made to give up on to make up for it?
𓂃🔪𓆪 azusa
most intrigued by the idea of going somewhere where his screams could be heard only by you and the trees, no restraints, no one to come to his rescue. "will you… hurt me… so much… right?" he insists that the food will be the spiciest he's ever tasted, and even adds a teaspoon more if he feels you are being too easy on him. or maybe the plan is to cut him with that sharpened knife you used for bread, or that peeler you dragged vegetables across. for the love of god, the wisest option might be to keep him out of the kitchen, because he will find one way or another to put himself on the cutting board. good thing that he doesn't do much to defy you, believing you surely have something more exciting in store for him, and patience is a virtue, as they say. so he quietly waits for the food to be ready, having to unwrap the bandages he just packed before watching you wield a knife just so tantalisingly. he is attentive with the rest of the containers, especially with your own things, faint hands working their way around bags and wrappers with the skill of a craftsman.
it takes a while to reach your spot—a humid corner in the heart of a forest—not because azusa is the type to get easily distracted, but because he is not the best at keeping a pace, dragging himself in your tracks until you halt to where you will deem ideal. you will have to be careful with him since he tends to come across all sorts of weird-looking herbs and mushrooms, and he will try to poison himself, just for the thrill of it. making you try some yourself at times—taking the leap by himself is one thing, but doing it together with you is a different kind of pleasure he feels thankful to be able to even think of feeling. what you feel thankful for is remembering to add an antidote bottle to the picnic kit, besides the ethanol and the bandages and the pack of cotton wool. living in azusa's proximity for so long taught you to think of things like this. you sit next to each other for a while, the air damp and the moss cold under your weights. one moment passes, then another, and another after that.
suddenly, there's a cold hand brushing down your cheek. "hey…" azusa's voice trails. "can we… start?" with what exactly, you don't even need to ask. soon you can hear you again, "please… please… i want to… i want to be useful to you…" your heart falls to your stomach. "of course you are useful to me, very much so," you would like to respond, but you know he won't feel it as much as when you are reopening his wounds. you straddle him, offering to feed him some of the things you made for today. so good, he tells you, just as you expected him to. he's always been your caring, obedient little sweetheart. and who are you not to reward him with the same amount of devotion? more heartbeats later, you let him sink his aching fangs into you, exposing the spots that hurt so, but feel so good. with the same pocket knife that you peeled apples with a minute ago you trace a line across his scars, both of you now curled into one another, drawing blood, filling the air with wet words of affection.
and you lived happily ever after... together with your favourite diabolik lovers boy (+18)
WARNING: this content is not suited for minor readers, my work is suited for an 18+ audience.
the reader is portrayed as AFAB, if you are not comfortable with this type of content, please scroll away.
the sakamakis
shuu: sleeping beauty. fairy dust, warm sunlight, a sweet melody singing along with the birds and running, cold water streams - that's when you first laid eyes upon him - the tall, blonde haired future king, hidden from evil forces inside the woods' hearth. almost cautiously, yet still naively, you hummed along to his honey buttered song, instantly being spotted by his crystal clear eyes. all it took for the two of you to fall in love was a barefooted waltz inside of the forest, but as quickly as you swore your young hearts to one another, so has been the whole kingdom put to sleep by the darkest of fairies and a thin briar needle. you were the princess of the neighboring kingdom, the one promised to be his beloved queen, and you couldn't stand the thought of losing the love of your life. you took off as soon as possible, your old, white mare galloping through snoozing and dozing ruins of what used to be your prince's city. sigiled sword resting in between your shoulder blades, silver armor protecting your skin against the sharp thorns of roses almost resisting your force and ambition, the closer you got to his castle. huffing and puffing, all you could remember before entering his royal chambers has been the taste of iron against your lips; you had slayed the wicked dragon keeping him at arms length, sealed away from this world. and there he was, asleep in his beauty, skin soft like reflecting porcelain. a myth much older than your love, much ancient than the dragon's vice echoed through your mind - a true love's kiss. and so you had intertwined your lips with his, droplets of still warmed up blood entering his system. a hand colder than death pulled you harder against him, feeling the way your prince was coming back to life, the more you gave into his touch. one by one, pieces of your heavy armor hit the floor, leaving you in your sheer undergarments. that's when you met an unfamiliar smirk from your prince, a cruel nature you haven't met before. sitting on top of him, lips puffy from his heavy kisses, you began to grind against his clothed cock. "hah, don't stop now… i am all awake for you." his fingers were glued to your hips, making you squirm against the pressure of his heavy hands. you could no longer remember if the blood staining you was still the beast's or yours, but the pleasure buzzing inside of your head was the only answer you needed. the more you chased your heights of pleasure as you kept humping against him, the more his kingdom has awaken.
reiji: snow white. a princess born on the coldest day of the year, with skin smoother than the freshly laid snow, hair silkier than cashmere - for this mere reason, your mother used the nickname snow white. oh, your sweet, poor mother. a sudden illness took her out while you were just a child, which resulted in your father, the king of the entire surrounding land, remarrying a woman with guts more wicked than one could ever phantom. the day your father passed away too, that was when she showed her true colours, her corrupting vanity leading towards putting a bounty over your head; and so you flew into the woods, no matter how cold was the night, how heavy was the rain - you had to get away from her for your life's sake. you didn't know how much time has passed, until you met a man in the middle of the night, face hidden by a heavy cloak. tall, dark, and handsome. somehow familiar to you, her royal advisor. before you had the chance to say anything, he extended his hand which held a bright, red apple. your salvation. the one thing that could stop the evil queen from hunting you down - temporary death, a small price to pay for what malice she had prepared for you. "i am not demanding your trust, but i am proposing you the most certain solution." you bit into it, your mind only remembering his sharp gaze right before you were put to sleep by the poisonous fruit. it felt as if you floated on a cloud of darkness, time stopping for you, but not for the others. things shifted in your kingdom as the seasons have passed - your evil step-mother died by unknown circumstances during a fire, leaving the throne with no heir to rule it. and so did the others thought. when you finally opened your eyes, you saw him again towering above your figure as you laid on the ground, between freshly blooming flowers. magenta eyes trembled like magnolia trees in the spring, his hand sitting precisely on your throat. he told you not to move as his slender fingers went lower, focusing on the shape of your breasts, inspecting for possible side effects from the apple's bite. your nipples hardened, your body responding to his calculated moves. "exactly as i planned…" and so he went even lower, eyes not leaving yours for a second. the burning sex between your legs awoke too as he began massaging it, soft breaths leaving your puffy lips. he wasn't one to back away from the plan he put in the works years ago, by making sure your parents were taken away one by one. and he felt no remorse as he placed his throbbing cock against your begging pussy, ready to put that heir into you and secure his seat on the throne.
laito: rapunzel. the tall, bricked tower has been everything you had ever known - that, and the woman calling herself your mother. she has always been telling you how she is protecting you from the outside world, the dangers and foes awaiting at every corner, greedily desiring to cut a piece out of your exceptionally long and velvety hair. you've always had a feeling that it was more to tell about this story, yet you've never wanted to anger her, therefore you listened to her like the good girl you were; always doing your chores, filling your endless hours with activities centered around the arts - drawing, painting, writing, even crocheting. things were good and well, despite your mother being the only one out of the two of you allowed to leave the tower once a day, in order to go fetch fresh produce from the market, one unfair aspect you've always dreaded about. but one mundane day, while your mother has been away, something has changed. that was the day when the stranger dared to approach your tower, ginger hair blown by the wind and a smug smile on his face. you spotted him from above, daring to tell him he was trespassing, yet something was telling you inside of your heart that this is the beginning of something else. you let your hair down for him, allowing him to enter your sacred space, something no man has ever did before. you were welcomed by things you've only read about before in books - the forbidden ones, hidden deep inside of your mother's library - sweet kisses pestered on your face like butterflies. he confessed that this wasn't his first try, yet each time he approached your tower, your mother would scare him away with unkind curses. screw your mother, screw her fucking rules. something changed inside of you, new sensations and desires crossing your mind. you were quick to put him down and tie him up with your own hair, both of you exchanging perverted glances filled with want and need. it was your first time ever stuffing your pussy with a cock, and you didn't shy away for a second, taking it all in as you rode your prisoner. emerald eyes stared upon you in awe, sweat drooling on his forehead. "if you stop now, i swear i will jump from this tower and meet my sweet, delicious death!" he never thought he would see the day when a maiden such as yourself would use him the way he had always desired - like a sweet little toy. he took it upon his own heart to take you out of that damned tower, allowing you to see the free, surrounding world.
kanato: hansel & gretel. there were three things one had to live through, when it came to life in your tiny village - poorness, hunger, and the fear. the two first were aspects villagers were used to since birth, yet the last one was something much more sinister. gossip circled around about the witch hidden in the heart of the woods, awaiting to eat all of the naughty, curious children meeting his path. you weren't one to believe in such bedtime stories, until the day one of your neighbours' kids has gone missing. maybe it was pure naivety, or just the deep famine you felt inside of your stomach, but you took it upon yourself to find them and bring them back home. what a foolish, foolish girl you were. maybe it was the smell of pure gingerbread leading you towards his house inside the forest, or the trembling ache between your legs, but here you were entering the licorice door, pushing on the sour handle. the sweetness was making you sick to your guts, everything was too much, all at once. "don't shy away, sweet one." he welcomed you to his dinner table, beginning to stuff you with everything that he's got - from rich chocolate pralines, floating marshmallows, to lemon sorbet served in a crystal glass, the wicked witch had many things to offer you. including his sugary-tasting cock inside your mouth, making you suck it like a lollipop. and you were more than happy to indulge, since you started to feel something much stronger than insatiable hunger. desire. and you gave into it, allowing him to stuff your pussy too with his cock, and not stopping just there. he bit into your flesh, tasting the most delectable nectar out of them all - your blood. you couldn't even remember all of the ways he toyed with you, hoisting you up on the toffee table and taking you from behind. things began to haze under his touch as if he was consuming everything you've got, offering you the creamiest pie out of them all, the one inside of your now deeply used core. your eyes could no longer comprehend your surroundings, it was all pastel colours and sparkles blinding you vision as your well deserved orgasm began building up. he was quick to pull out, but not stop just now. his flickery tongue began to fast upon the cum dripping from your pussy, tasting his own flavorful semen all at once. you were the best thing he had ever laid hands upon, and he wasn't ready to ever let you go, not after stuffing you so good and relishing all of your flowing juices.
ayato: the little mermaid. the prince from the world above yours was all you could think of; you spotted him once as he took his boat out alone to the open sea, stubborn waves pulling it against the strong current. you were just a creature of the vast ocean, some called your kind water-devils, others referred to you as beautiful, tempting mermaids which had the power to lure in sailors to their deaths just by singing them your song. but what you felt for your prince from above was different, you saved him that day, when the sea was at its most tempest. and he kept on being your biggest obsession, until you had decided to trade your tail for legs, the price being your asset of highest value - your voice. the sea witch was more than pleased with this bargain, and so were you, the second you washed ashore and he was there to find you, in your most vulnerable state. your kind, almost rowdy prince took you into his castle, more like a pet than his own princess, but you didn't complain about it. yet, there was a catch to the witch's bargain - you had up until dawn to have the prince confess his love to you, otherwise you'll no longer transform back into your old self, but become one with sea-foam. no matter how much you gave into the prince's perversions, having him bite your tits until he drew blood, eating your pussy until his tongue began to give out, fucking you against all of the castle's surfaces, no words related to love came out of his mouth. and your hope began to fade away. you slipped out of his possessive grasp in the silky sheets right before the sun was about to come out. you made your way outside of the chambers' terrace, standing right above the sea by the tallest hill, its breeze calling you back home. that's when you jumped. your body was quick to meet the salty water you had missed most, yet now it no longer felt like an inviting hug, but more like the abyss underneath. right before your skin almost dared to bubble, your lips were met with a hard kiss, your floating body embraced tightly. your prince from above jumped right in after you, refusing to let you go, the one mermaid he fell in love with, the one he spread along his lonely bed. you were the one he was meant to be with, and that's how the witch's bargain all fell apart, after he took you out of the water, the bright rays of day shinning upon the two of you. "i am your one and only, do you understand that?!"
subaru: little red riding hood. you knew the path through the forest towards your grandmother's house by heart - you had never gotten lost, especially the days you went alongside your mother. but after you received your crimson cloak, things began to change for you as you craved more independence. your mother was slowly and certainly accepting this fact, and to prove her trust as a parent, she decided to send you with a basket filled with goods for your grandmother who has recently gotten sick. after leaving your family's house, you made your way throughout the trail surrounded by tall, trembling trees. it was right before sundown when you began worrying about being lost - maybe you had taken a wrong turn, or you skipped another. as a matter of fact, the full moon slowly awoke upon the velvety sky, stars almost begging you to swiftly make your way back home. the woods were not safe at night, and the silver frosted wolf that has stalked you for miles already was proof of that. it was now too late. and so the chase began - he was having much more tremendous fun once you were aware of his presence. the soles of your feet were burning up as you ran and ran, not knowing for how long, not knowing when he'll eventually catch up to you. oh, and of course he did. right after you tripped over that rotting branch. skin bruised and slightly thorn by bushes, the wolf towered over you, sharp teeth grinning from ear to ear and saliva almost dripping down your chin. his mane began to steadily shred, revealing the handsome, milky skinned man hiding underneath it. you thought for a second that a human face would show you mercy, but his ruby eyes were telling you otherwise. "what big eyes you have, little red riding hood. tell me, are you scared of me?" furious kisses enslaved your lips, rough hands ripping apart the corset guarding your plump, inviting breasts. your crimson cloak was now spread under your back as an offering to the woods, as an offering to the starving wolf. moonlight shone upon your two bodies as if you were one, his mouth finding a way down from your nipples, towards your aching, moist pussy. he let out a low growl as he tasted it, a primal need creeping inside your whole core. he kept lapping at your sex, lewd noises echoing throughout the now empty woods. it was just you and your wolf, and moans filled with pleasure. right before meeting your first pinnacle of edge, he flipped you around, his thick cock finding its way towards your entrance, stretching up your tight cunt. that night you never found the way back to your grandmother's house.
the mukamis
ruki: the frog prince. a princess with starry eyes and beauty envied by many; you were born royalty, embezzled in riches and precious gems since childbirth, but there was something you had always lacked from early teenagehood to adulthood - the presence of real, astonishing and raw romance in your life. no matter what suitor dared knocking on your castle's door, they would barely last through all of the courses served at your dinner table. it might have been something about your bratty demeanor, or the way you often challenged them. truth to be told, you were a maiden like no other across the land, and many didn't appreciate that about you. yet, something has changed one sunny afternoon after your sapphire necklace fell by mistake into a pond right across the castle where you tended to take your strolls and sit deeply in thought. to your surprise, a frog retrieved it for you, demanding your companionship in return for his good deed. your first instinct was to withhold its preposition, but a voice inside the back of your head was telling you otherwise. and so, you took in the frog, spending your days reading to it, having long discussions with it at the dinner table to your parents' surprise, even taking it to bed with you. once each every three nights, it would shift into a prince so handsome like you haven't seen before - raven locks, and eyes of steel, taunting you with whispers in your ear and dominating commands. "a brat like you deserves only a proper punishment." you'd get on your knees for your frog prince, taking in his length as moonlight would shine upon your two figures in your royal chambers. using both hands, you'd keep on sucking his red leaking tip, and continue stroking his thick, veiny cock. he would be so cruel, making you recite poets and hymns as your mouth would still be stuffed by his cock, tears streaming down your silky, rosy cheeks. your cunt dripping on the marbled floors, you wouldn't be asking for his mercy - you are exactly where you want to be, this is exactly how you wished to be treated by the suitors which could never put you in your place. for three weeks he tormented you like this, at certain times rewarding you and playing with your cunt himself, until the very moment you got fed up with his rules, and decided to take advantage of his frog form during the day. you grabbed him and spitefully threw him against the wall, an unfair act which broke his curse entirely, leaving you at his mercy both during the days, and nights.
kou: cinderella. a clear crystal shoe in hand, the fair haired prince stared in awe at it; only minutes ago, he swayed you across the castle's ballroom floor, envious eyes picking at your two, enamored forms. heart pumping up his chest like a bird crying in a cage, he had never felt this way before. and he had to find you, his fair maiden. form hugged by the finest rich materials, silver twinkles almost danced around your body that faithful night when he held you close, nearly til midnight. he took it upon himself to search the whole kingdom, looking for the one whom the shoe would fit perfectly. the prince didn't shy away from entering all of the houses, no matter the presenting rank of the families. he had to find you as soon as possible - and his glass eye was whispering to him, confessing that he was getting closer and closer. as soon as he entered your mansion's gates, the air changed. he was welcomed by a woman with wicked eyes, and her two daughters, one more unsightly than the other. his thoughts were correct - neither of their hideous feet fit the clear crystal shoe, but he had a hunch once he spotted you scrubbing the foyer's floors. "may i?" his whisper sent chills down your spine as your knees trembled on the floor, and indeed it was the perfect fit. he barely could contain his excitement as he saved you from that devilish household, barely keeping his hands to himself the whole carriage ride. the prince had you right where he wanted you to be, bouncing on his unzipped cock and crying out from his hands gripping your hips that begged to be touched and perversely squeezed. "keep crying crystal clear tears, my beautiful fair maiden… i let you out of that hellhole, now you must pay your part," he'd coo against your cheeks stained by tear drops, mercilessly moving his hips in order to hit your cervix walls. he kept one his cruel facade, the charioteer not saying anything from outside, yet making sure he took in all of the bumps of the road, your screams getting higher and higher. the blonde prince pumped his creamy semen into your tight, and now deeply used cunt, making sure he'd secure and heir for the throne. his cobalt eye glanced at you with adoration, but the crimson one… it blinked cruelly in your direction, his mind twisting all of the things he had prepared for you, his future bride, his cinderella.
yuuma: beauty & the beast. emptiness prevailed the hollow, enormous castle. it was just you and the beast - a creature of the night so grotesque, children from your village would start crying upon hearing the stories in which he would stalk his victims. your father had the misfortune of encountering the beast in the woods, being taken as prisoner. what was about to follow was one of the most unexpected turn of events - you banged upon the castle's iron doors, demanding for your father to be set free, offering yourself as the price for his liberty. and so the beast accepted the bargain. now each night right after the sun would settle down, you would have your dinner with your beast, mostly items grown in his garden or hunted from the vast forests surrounding you. one rose petal falling at a time, the warmth between your legs was growing more flavorful to the beast's nose which could smell all of the feelings inhabiting your body - from your fear, to your arouseness. that's when his nightly visits began; the beast will allow himself in your chambers in the east wing of the castle, taking in your beauty as you slept in between silk sheets, his touches waking you up instantly. to your surprise, the beast stalking your sleep was no longer a beast, but a prince so handsome, his sharp features sweetening you up. his tongue darted from your lips to your pulse point, then your hardened nipples against your nightgown. your hands grasped at his long, brown locks, pulling them harshly, earning a moan from him. "such a beauty, falling at the mercy of a beast… undress yourself, before i rip up everything to shreds in this room. including your wet cunt." you took in his words, allowing your now prince to ravish you completely, his rough touches possessing your pleasures. legs up on his shoulders, and his big, dripping cock inside of your pussy, your lewd noises were the only ones filling the entire castle. with each pump, each scream, each droplet of sweet, more and more of the sinister castle was coming back to life as the sun almost has risen from its slumber of the night. rays of the dawn cradled your blended bodies, this time his beast form no longer returning. rose out of petals - his curse has been lifted, and you were now to be his princess.
azusa: the snow queen. you had always been like this - queen of the snow, residing in your ice palace up in the north. once a year, you would take the privilege of visiting the nearest village, your crystal sleigh roaming throughout the velvety night sky, stars shinning upon your frosty demeanor. you had never complained about your loneliness, since it brought peace to your iced soul and it allowed your mind to rest, yet things have changed that night after visiting the frivolous arctic village. after taking in the time to admire the sightseeing and visit some local shops, up in your winter carriage, a young man dared to jump in, almost begging you to settle in his faith and freeze him to his own death. "i beg you, mistress of the blizzards… take away my suffering, and make me one with the quiet snow." you could only laugh into the stranger's face, the ride back to your bejeweled palace offering you something you perhaps haven't felt in years, decades - excitement, intrigue, sadism. you took the stranger in, making him crawl after your imposing figure as you stepped into the throne room. you settled in your royal seat, one leg crossing over the other, rich furs caging your astonishing body. "show me how you'll warm up your snow queen. touch yourself," and so your commands sang into his ears like a christmas carol. he pulled out his half-hardened member, hands unsteady from the cold. the young man stroke it to your liking, following your hallow expressions as if the two of you danced a tango upon the sharpest of stalagmites. you could tell when he was close to his release, that's when you rose from your throne, high heeled boots stomping against frozen marble. you pressed one of them against his rosy cock, high pitched moans echoing through the walls filled with stalactites. his reaction awoke something in between your legs, a warm feeling you haven't felt in a long, long time. his pain was staining your panties with pure wetness, and you didn't plan on stopping only there. you removed one of your silk gloves, hands colder than ice wondering over his scarred skin. he really was one of those who enjoyed pain most. you smirked to yourself, deciding that enough is enough. sensually and alluringly, you removed your bottom undergarments and were quick to offer him the most appraised delicacy of the north - your moist pussy riding his starving face.
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