You may call me Queen

So I made a blog for an Urbosa muse.

So if you love strong, buff, women who may also be packing (depending on the verse) go follow this blog.

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Urbosa greatly enjoyed the contrast between Ragyo’s and her own body. Pale skin meeting tanned, firm muscles against softer, red hair mingling with white locks. Urbosa couldn’t keep herself from dragging her nails over the pale skin of Ragyo, even as she lay so exposed among the pillows. Cupping one heavy breast, she would tease the other’s nipple, pulling on it to see what would make her moan, gasp, and whine. 

She intended to explore it all. 

But now? She needed release, and she intended to fuck this woman as deep as she could. 

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Look at you... You’ve made a mess of my cushions already.” 

Pulling her fingers away from Artemis’ still twitching hole, she pulled them to her blue lips and licked them clean of the fair-skinned girl’s juices. Was this the fourth or fifth orgasm she had pushed onto Artemis? She couldn’t remember. Urbosa had learned quickly how to best pleasure the young girl, focusing on her sensitive clit, giving her little to no break to calm down between orgasms. Pushing her to break beneath the pleasure of her talented fingers and tongue. 

“You taste delicious, my pet... and I am not done with you yet. Not even close.” 

Crawling up onto Artemis, she lay her heavy cock and balls over Artemis’ stomach and hummed in pleasure. Pushing her tits against Artemis’ own, she had her face only inches away. 

“Keep looking me in the eyes. If you look away, I will stop.”