LoveandDestruction

Send for Your Muse to do one of these to My Muse (Note: Futanari Scenarios can also be Strap-on Scenarios depending on Muse and Vise Versa for Strap-On Scenes. Be sure to Specify when sending.)

Hard Pussy Tongue Worship

Standing Doggy Hard Futa Thrusting - Futanari

Soft Nipple and Breast Worship

Double Oral: Two Tongues One Girl - (Sender Specify Your Muses)

Dominance Control: Over Lap Fingering

Double Dildo: Amazon Position - (Sender is on top and in control)

69 on the Floor - (Sender is on top)

Scissoring: Romantic

Petting and Fingering: Hand Inside Panties

Fingering and Knee Grind - (Sender is Grinding)

Reverse Mating Press - Futanari

Petite in Control - Futanari (For Small Sized Muses with Big Dicks)

Strap-On Play: Full Doggy

Strap-On Play: Take what you Deserve!

Full Doggy - Futanari

Something Kinky: Brush Stimulation (Sender Tickles Receiver's Pussy with a Soft Feather Brush until they get a Squirting Orgasm)

Something Kinky: Bondage Breeding - Futanari

Something Kinky: Strap-On Bounce Training

Something Kinky: Double Strap-On Training

Something Kinky: BDSM Horse Ride

Scissoring: Top Ride - (Sender is on top and in control)

Double Penetration - Futanari (Sender Specifies Two Muses to DP Receiving Muse)

Petting and Fingering: Triple Digits Deep

Petting and Fingering: Oiled Finger up Ass and Neck Kissing

Lesbian Molestation: Hand in Shirt, Hand between Legs

Lesbian Molestation: Stripped and Licked (Sender Specifies Two of their Muses taking control)

Lesbian Molestation: 4way Strap-On Training (Sender Specifies Two Muses and their Positions: Left/Right Strap-On. Specify Receiver's Muses and Their Positions: Left Strap-On + Receiver, Right Receiver Oral + Hole)

Lesbian Molestation: Captured and Licked (Sender Specifies 3 of their Muses to Use Single Muse of Receiver)

Lesbian Molestation: Awakened to Molestation

Lesbian Molestation: Arms Bound behind back and Pussy Eaten

69 Dildo Play (Sender Specify Top or Bottom Position)

Oral: Full Clit Stimulation

Double Penetration: Twin Dick Special - Futanari (Sender has Two Cocks, Specify Two Female Muses for Receiver)

Twin Dick Special: Double Oral - Futanari (Sender has Two Cocks, Specify Two Female Muses to Preform Oral for Receiver)

Double Penetration: Twin Dick Special - Futanari (Anal Edition) - Futanari (Sender Has Two Cocks, Specify Two Female Muses for Receiver)

Twin Dick Special: Double Titjobs - Futanari (Sender has Two Cocks, Specify Two Female Muses to preform Titjobs for Receiver)

Scissoring: Bottom on Top (Sender is on Bottom grinding upward, forcing Receiver to Ride on Top)

Scissoring: Lesbian Breeding

Scissoring: Lesbian Lap Dance (Ass and Asshole Grinding on Pussy)

Oral: Giant Tongue (Sender has grown 50 Feet and is licking Receiver's pussy like a candy)

Oral: Slow Deep Pussy Eating

Oral: Hypno-Pussy Worship (Receiver is Mind Controlled into a Mindless Pussy Eater for Sender)

Petting and Fingering: Pussy Massage and Orgasm Training

Petting and Fingering: Romantic Neck Kissing and Hand inside Panties

Deep Anal Training - Futanari

Deep Anal Training (On the Beach) - Futanari

Medical Breeding Session - Futanari

Medical Breeding Session: Double Penetration - Futanari (Sender Specify Two Muses to DP Receiver)

Missionary Love Making - Futanari

Valkyrie Position - Futanari

Discipline Position - Futanari

Possessive Position (You belong to Me!) - Futanari

I can't control myself! I HAVE to breed you! - Futanari

I CAN'T TAKE IT! I HAVE TO BREED YOU!! 2 - Futanari

AHHHH! I CAN'T TAKE IT!! I HAVE TO BREED YOU!! 3 - Futanari

Side Ride Leg Up - Futanari

Double Oral, Single Cock - Futanari (Sender Specifies Two of Receiver's Muses to both preform Oral)

Come on! Suck It! (Oral Training) - Futanari

You're all Perverts! - Futanari (Sender Specifies 3 Muses for Receiver Muse to Service)

~ your favorite Goddess

god damn thats a hard one

i fuckin did

everythin damn near

hm

hmmmm

hmmmmmmmm

i regret never gettin her imperious fishcakes in my grimy little clutches

can you fuckin imagine the kinda crazy shit that woulda happened in the troll empire if i showed her off on a leash

one

you couldnt by the finest ass without seein a spade burned into their flesh or carved into their carapace

i mean i guess i could go look through the fuckin ledgers an find an actual number to give you but it literally ran an interstellar fleshmarket

You sigh deeply, find a cigar to light up, and proceed to set your curtains on fire before promptly dropping the lighter leaving the room.

There was no staff, there were no other residents. This whole damn house was probably gonna go, and horrorterror's knew just how much booze and blood and sin was soaked into the carpets and floorboards beneath.

This place was gonna go up like a matchbox.

You idly puff your cigar as you stroll through dark-paneled hallways, remembering debauchery and violence in equal measure along with intrigue and even romance. The ghosts of old friends and enemies still stalk the stairway as you drag a claw along the dusty banister.

You can smell the smoke.

If you were broke, you might be excited by the idea of the fire insurance paying out, but you lived on a different planet, one made almost entirely of fucking gold.

In the end, you were sitting on the edge of the fountain out front, watching as your office windows exploded with fire and smoke.

Puff puff.

---

She hadn’t taken him for the sweet taste kind of thing. Then again she hadn’t expected him to light his office on fire either.

She couldn't quite understand the feelings. She'd always been free. Always in control. The only thing that slapped around her neck was the rules forced to keep balance.

She'd started to say as much until he finished, and she could understand that part. Getting rid of something because there was no use for it, and the knowledge that if there was, it was nothing to restore it.

"Story of my life."

The sounds of their lips smacking together, panted breaths, and muffled moans fill the space. She doesn't care if anyone else is inside, nor if anyone was attempting to be.

He was far more handsy than he usually was, his grinding hips sawing his own bulge between her breasts, like a beast begging to be freed. It only made her hornier. Her lips pressed against his with a needy hunger, alcohol-slick drool dribbling between the gasps their lips created when they shifted to french kiss deeper.

Her core was all but twisting in on itself, coiling and tangling, burning as her cock twitched against the fabric of her clothing. The sensation from the friction made her shiver. She didn't need to see the wet spot her precum was creating; she could feel it in the way the soaked fabric was sticking to her skin.

And eventually, she couldn't take it. She reached down to pull her dress to the side, letting the massive fuck meat she'd been hiding free. She hadn't planned on showing it off so early in the day; after all, it was a trick so few ever got to see, but the suction cup attached to her tongue clearly had other plans.

"Pants mpfh," she moaned into his mouth. "Off." She was trying to allow him to take them off. Or slice them himself. She wasn't a monster, but the more he grinded, the more she thought about him bouncing up her shaft...and the more that thread was slowly beginning to snap.

It wasn't often you got to be the fleshlight for a babe, and you wanted to stop thinking for a while anyway.

At her prompting to remove your pants, words she had to force out quickly in the brief moments where you weren't chewing on her lips and trying to swallow her tongue, you faced a dilemma. Stop making out and humping her tits like a monkey long enough to get your pants off, or don't do that and make her take care of it.

Being a little shit, you chose option B and made absolutely no move to undress, instead using your claws to start ripping up her dress, exposing even more of that lovely soft skin to scratch and squeeze even as you felt her massive cock slipping out from under it and springing up to smack into your regretfully-clothed ass.

"Uew fuhckah," she growled, before slurping her tongue back into her mouth, dislodging it from his throat without mercy and earning a lewd popping noise to accompany it. Biting down on his lip, she brought her hands down along his ass, nails digging into the fabric, and yanking.

The fabric gives way immediately, but she continues to tug, tearing them until they look more like chaps than pants. With a satisfied hmpf, she lets the fabric go, using one hand to slap at a bare ass cheek as hard as one could against something solid, before using both hands to spread his cheeks open.

And right now, Urd was enjoying the benefits of those wide hips and fat ass as she spread your cheeks, slathered your hole in her thick and slick pre and just.

Forced you to take it.

Every thought you had about goading her was jarred loose by that first thrust, along with all the air in your lungs bursting out of your mouth in an awkward moan as her cock literally rearranged your insides. Before you could put those thoughts back in their place, she was moving you up and down, quick, hard, careless thrusts, as if you were a cheap toy she intended to use until it was worn out.

It was one day, and he had just torched his own home because she'd tossed a dart. Fucking him until the brain that made him do it shut off was certainly a good reward.

And so, she committed to doing exactly that. Curving over his body, grip tightening as she planted her feet and rolled her hips upwards. Her balls slapping into his ass while she squeezed her arms around their bodies, forcing her breasts to tighten and bounce around his cock. Giving him an added dose of pleasure.

She brought her lips back to his and forced her tongue past them, down his throat, letting it thicken and twist like a corkscrew. Working his throat like a cock would.

Giving her new little plaything pleasure from all the boxes she could think to check and drowning in the lewd ecstasy of it all herself. So much so that with each slam of her hips, the swelling of a wave of pleasure made its way through her, and she began to forget exactly what she was doing as her pace grew faster. Trying to chase the high.

Building it up ever so tantalizingly slowly that her senses were dulling elsewhere and hypefocusing on the sensation that came from her cock rubbing against his insides. The ridges squeezing at her shaft, the thick head dragging back and forth, pushing past the tightness and stretching him so the rest of her could fit. The feeling when she bottomed out, the tip kissing the back of him, knowing that he could take no more, only for her to draw back and feel the way his hole twitched and clenched to keep her from pulling out completely. It was all just so hot...she almost wished she'd done this earlier.

"You're so fucking tight," she hissed into his mouth, slurping her tongue back into her own for just a second as she ground him down against her pelvis, twisting him just a bit so that her cock dug into every part of him. As if it weren't already, but the feeling of him twisting around her shaft like a hand wanting to milk her had her stuttering her next words around the pleasure. "L-like you're hnnggg, body was made for haaa being fucked like a Oh! Ahnngg~ sex-mmmpffuucckinggodyoufeelsogood. TOY!"

The kiss was starving you of oxygen, the cock was forcing air out of your lungs whether you liked it or not, and those tits felt like absolute heaven around your own dick.

In that dingy little divebar bathroom, with the sound of her balls crashing into your ass several times a second, the grunts and groans and slutty moans echoing off the tile walls, you were reduced from a cocky, in-control criminal kingpin down to a slutty little toy. All thoughts were rapidly fucked out of you, leaving just a hungry, pulsing need for more.

Your arms were wrapped around her, claws dragging across her back as you just tried to hold on and squeeze down on her, your ass clenching and practically sucking on her godly cock, eager to show her just how good you were even like this, even as you were reduced to a whining, slutty mess as you sucked on her tongue.

The feel of her hands on your hips, either bouncing you like a ball or just holding you still as she hammered into you, of being controlled so roughly, was incredibly hot on top of everything else too When she stated the obvious, about how to perfect you were as a toy, and started flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum, you knew you were soon to follow. Being filled to the point where it caused you to stretch and swell to hold it all, where you could feel it launching out around the seal your asshole made as it hugged her shaft, all of it dragged you closer and closer, but it wasn't until you felt something give way and tasted it flooding up your throat and felt it washing over her tongue while you sucked on it that you came too, your own twitching fuckmeat pulsing between her tits and letting out a torrent of spunk, flooding her cleavage from top to bottom and even basting the underside of her chin as the combined sensations threatened to force you to black out just to keep you sane...

The taste of her own cum being forced up from the back of his throat and splashing along her tongue would have made her cum again if she'd had any more to give. Or at least she hadn't thought she could give any more, that is, until the feel of something hot and sticky flooded her cleavage like a man-made lake, smacking into the underside of her chin had her realizing just how much the little thing being dug out and reshaped on her cock was enjoying himself. And the thought that someone so cocky, so in control, always at the top of his game, could enjoy coming undone just from being fucked like a cheap toy by her had her spurting out just a bit more divine ball batter.

Until at last her legs gave out and she sank to the floor, dragging him down with her and forcing her cock to press against that wall again, making her hiss from the pleasure.

She wasn't so sure about him; she couldn't see much of him past her tits and the pool of cum between her breasts that was slowly spilling over the sides and trickling down the tiny hole in her cleavage. But she was spent. Her limbs were numb and tingly after cumming so hard.

She wanted to say something witty or a bit smart-assy, but her brain was still trying to kick back up. The haze of lust was still creating a fog that refused to let her go just yet. So instead? She kneaded the little creature's ass like a stress ball and forced his hip back and forth along her still hard shaft.

~ your favorite Goddess

god damn thats a hard one

i fuckin did

everythin damn near

hm

hmmmm

hmmmmmmmm

i regret never gettin her imperious fishcakes in my grimy little clutches

can you fuckin imagine the kinda crazy shit that woulda happened in the troll empire if i showed her off on a leash

one

you couldnt by the finest ass without seein a spade burned into their flesh or carved into their carapace

i mean i guess i could go look through the fuckin ledgers an find an actual number to give you but it literally ran an interstellar fleshmarket

You sigh deeply, find a cigar to light up, and proceed to set your curtains on fire before promptly dropping the lighter leaving the room.

There was no staff, there were no other residents. This whole damn house was probably gonna go, and horrorterror's knew just how much booze and blood and sin was soaked into the carpets and floorboards beneath.

This place was gonna go up like a matchbox.

You idly puff your cigar as you stroll through dark-paneled hallways, remembering debauchery and violence in equal measure along with intrigue and even romance. The ghosts of old friends and enemies still stalk the stairway as you drag a claw along the dusty banister.

You can smell the smoke.

If you were broke, you might be excited by the idea of the fire insurance paying out, but you lived on a different planet, one made almost entirely of fucking gold.

In the end, you were sitting on the edge of the fountain out front, watching as your office windows exploded with fire and smoke.

Puff puff.

---

She hadn’t taken him for the sweet taste kind of thing. Then again she hadn’t expected him to light his office on fire either.

She couldn't quite understand the feelings. She'd always been free. Always in control. The only thing that slapped around her neck was the rules forced to keep balance.

She'd started to say as much until he finished, and she could understand that part. Getting rid of something because there was no use for it, and the knowledge that if there was, it was nothing to restore it.

"Story of my life."

The sounds of their lips smacking together, panted breaths, and muffled moans fill the space. She doesn't care if anyone else is inside, nor if anyone was attempting to be.

He was far more handsy than he usually was, his grinding hips sawing his own bulge between her breasts, like a beast begging to be freed. It only made her hornier. Her lips pressed against his with a needy hunger, alcohol-slick drool dribbling between the gasps their lips created when they shifted to french kiss deeper.

Her core was all but twisting in on itself, coiling and tangling, burning as her cock twitched against the fabric of her clothing. The sensation from the friction made her shiver. She didn't need to see the wet spot her precum was creating; she could feel it in the way the soaked fabric was sticking to her skin.

And eventually, she couldn't take it. She reached down to pull her dress to the side, letting the massive fuck meat she'd been hiding free. She hadn't planned on showing it off so early in the day; after all, it was a trick so few ever got to see, but the suction cup attached to her tongue clearly had other plans.

"Pants mpfh," she moaned into his mouth. "Off." She was trying to allow him to take them off. Or slice them himself. She wasn't a monster, but the more he grinded, the more she thought about him bouncing up her shaft...and the more that thread was slowly beginning to snap.

It wasn't often you got to be the fleshlight for a babe, and you wanted to stop thinking for a while anyway.

At her prompting to remove your pants, words she had to force out quickly in the brief moments where you weren't chewing on her lips and trying to swallow her tongue, you faced a dilemma. Stop making out and humping her tits like a monkey long enough to get your pants off, or don't do that and make her take care of it.

Being a little shit, you chose option B and made absolutely no move to undress, instead using your claws to start ripping up her dress, exposing even more of that lovely soft skin to scratch and squeeze even as you felt her massive cock slipping out from under it and springing up to smack into your regretfully-clothed ass.

"Uew fuhckah," she growled, before slurping her tongue back into her mouth, dislodging it from his throat without mercy and earning a lewd popping noise to accompany it. Biting down on his lip, she brought her hands down along his ass, nails digging into the fabric, and yanking.

The fabric gives way immediately, but she continues to tug, tearing them until they look more like chaps than pants. With a satisfied hmpf, she lets the fabric go, using one hand to slap at a bare ass cheek as hard as one could against something solid, before using both hands to spread his cheeks open.

And right now, Urd was enjoying the benefits of those wide hips and fat ass as she spread your cheeks, slathered your hole in her thick and slick pre and just.

Forced you to take it.

Every thought you had about goading her was jarred loose by that first thrust, along with all the air in your lungs bursting out of your mouth in an awkward moan as her cock literally rearranged your insides. Before you could put those thoughts back in their place, she was moving you up and down, quick, hard, careless thrusts, as if you were a cheap toy she intended to use until it was worn out.

It was one day, and he had just torched his own home because she'd tossed a dart. Fucking him until the brain that made him do it shut off was certainly a good reward.

And so, she committed to doing exactly that. Curving over his body, grip tightening as she planted her feet and rolled her hips upwards. Her balls slapping into his ass while she squeezed her arms around their bodies, forcing her breasts to tighten and bounce around his cock. Giving him an added dose of pleasure.

She brought her lips back to his and forced her tongue past them, down his throat, letting it thicken and twist like a corkscrew. Working his throat like a cock would.

Giving her new little plaything pleasure from all the boxes she could think to check and drowning in the lewd ecstasy of it all herself. So much so that with each slam of her hips, the swelling of a wave of pleasure made its way through her, and she began to forget exactly what she was doing as her pace grew faster. Trying to chase the high.

Building it up ever so tantalizingly slowly that her senses were dulling elsewhere and hypefocusing on the sensation that came from her cock rubbing against his insides. The ridges squeezing at her shaft, the thick head dragging back and forth, pushing past the tightness and stretching him so the rest of her could fit. The feeling when she bottomed out, the tip kissing the back of him, knowing that he could take no more, only for her to draw back and feel the way his hole twitched and clenched to keep her from pulling out completely. It was all just so hot...she almost wished she'd done this earlier.

"You're so fucking tight," she hissed into his mouth, slurping her tongue back into her own for just a second as she ground him down against her pelvis, twisting him just a bit so that her cock dug into every part of him. As if it weren't already, but the feeling of him twisting around her shaft like a hand wanting to milk her had her stuttering her next words around the pleasure. "L-like you're hnnggg, body was made for haaa being fucked like a Oh! Ahnngg~ sex-mmmpffuucckinggodyoufeelsogood. TOY!"

((Closed Rp with @tyrannicalshiv))

It been who knew how long since that last time she’d been in the little things office. Or had anything thrilling to do. Her usual duties now finished and anything else able to wait that she was once more in that state between burning everything down just to see the panic from everyone, or torturing some soul she found interesting.

Luckily she knew just the soul that could keep her entertained for a bit.

She'd let him do it the hard way.

What you could do, was try to gather information.

"Don't be a sassy bitch, you wanted to see what I could do, and I can do is make use of what I got, and what I got right now is you. So I'm doin' my best here."

Part of you relished the challenge, sure, but part of you was kinda pissed at the suddenness of it all. Oh well.

"And here I thought," she said, a smug smirk on her lips as she looked down at him. "You liked sass, or is that only when you're doing it?"

She gave him a small shrug of her shoulders when he asked if she could grab someone important. "I will agree to the hypnotizing part and erasing the memory." Her smirk turned into a smile as she leaned down to poke a finger to his chest. "But you are going to be the one to pick this 'important' person. Let's see how well we can trust that judgement of yours."

"If you choose wrong, they won't remember it anyway, and we can try again."

~ your favorite Goddess

god damn thats a hard one

i fuckin did

everythin damn near

hm

hmmmm

hmmmmmmmm

i regret never gettin her imperious fishcakes in my grimy little clutches

can you fuckin imagine the kinda crazy shit that woulda happened in the troll empire if i showed her off on a leash

one

you couldnt by the finest ass without seein a spade burned into their flesh or carved into their carapace

i mean i guess i could go look through the fuckin ledgers an find an actual number to give you but it literally ran an interstellar fleshmarket

You sigh deeply, find a cigar to light up, and proceed to set your curtains on fire before promptly dropping the lighter leaving the room.

There was no staff, there were no other residents. This whole damn house was probably gonna go, and horrorterror's knew just how much booze and blood and sin was soaked into the carpets and floorboards beneath.

This place was gonna go up like a matchbox.

You idly puff your cigar as you stroll through dark-paneled hallways, remembering debauchery and violence in equal measure along with intrigue and even romance. The ghosts of old friends and enemies still stalk the stairway as you drag a claw along the dusty banister.

You can smell the smoke.

If you were broke, you might be excited by the idea of the fire insurance paying out, but you lived on a different planet, one made almost entirely of fucking gold.

In the end, you were sitting on the edge of the fountain out front, watching as your office windows exploded with fire and smoke.

Puff puff.

---

She hadn’t taken him for the sweet taste kind of thing. Then again she hadn’t expected him to light his office on fire either.

She couldn't quite understand the feelings. She'd always been free. Always in control. The only thing that slapped around her neck was the rules forced to keep balance.

She'd started to say as much until he finished, and she could understand that part. Getting rid of something because there was no use for it, and the knowledge that if there was, it was nothing to restore it.

"Story of my life."

The sounds of their lips smacking together, panted breaths, and muffled moans fill the space. She doesn't care if anyone else is inside, nor if anyone was attempting to be.

He was far more handsy than he usually was, his grinding hips sawing his own bulge between her breasts, like a beast begging to be freed. It only made her hornier. Her lips pressed against his with a needy hunger, alcohol-slick drool dribbling between the gasps their lips created when they shifted to french kiss deeper.

Her core was all but twisting in on itself, coiling and tangling, burning as her cock twitched against the fabric of her clothing. The sensation from the friction made her shiver. She didn't need to see the wet spot her precum was creating; she could feel it in the way the soaked fabric was sticking to her skin.

And eventually, she couldn't take it. She reached down to pull her dress to the side, letting the massive fuck meat she'd been hiding free. She hadn't planned on showing it off so early in the day; after all, it was a trick so few ever got to see, but the suction cup attached to her tongue clearly had other plans.

"Pants mpfh," she moaned into his mouth. "Off." She was trying to allow him to take them off. Or slice them himself. She wasn't a monster, but the more he grinded, the more she thought about him bouncing up her shaft...and the more that thread was slowly beginning to snap.

It wasn't often you got to be the fleshlight for a babe, and you wanted to stop thinking for a while anyway.

At her prompting to remove your pants, words she had to force out quickly in the brief moments where you weren't chewing on her lips and trying to swallow her tongue, you faced a dilemma. Stop making out and humping her tits like a monkey long enough to get your pants off, or don't do that and make her take care of it.

Being a little shit, you chose option B and made absolutely no move to undress, instead using your claws to start ripping up her dress, exposing even more of that lovely soft skin to scratch and squeeze even as you felt her massive cock slipping out from under it and springing up to smack into your regretfully-clothed ass.

"Uew fuhckah," she growled, before slurping her tongue back into her mouth, dislodging it from his throat without mercy and earning a lewd popping noise to accompany it. Biting down on his lip, she brought her hands down along his ass, nails digging into the fabric, and yanking.

The fabric gives way immediately, but she continues to tug, tearing them until they look more like chaps than pants. With a satisfied hmpf, she lets the fabric go, using one hand to slap at a bare ass cheek as hard as one could against something solid, before using both hands to spread his cheeks open.

((Closed Rp with @tyrannicalshiv))

It been who knew how long since that last time she’d been in the little things office. Or had anything thrilling to do. Her usual duties now finished and anything else able to wait that she was once more in that state between burning everything down just to see the panic from everyone, or torturing some soul she found interesting.

Luckily she knew just the soul that could keep her entertained for a bit.

She'd let him do it the hard way.

((Closed Rp with @tyrannicalshiv))

It been who knew how long since that last time she’d been in the little things office. Or had anything thrilling to do. Her usual duties now finished and anything else able to wait that she was once more in that state between burning everything down just to see the panic from everyone, or torturing some soul she found interesting.

Luckily she knew just the soul that could keep her entertained for a bit.

So while you didn't actually have a reason to be in your old office, you found yourself opening that door anyway, just in time to watch Urd stepping out of thin air.

You were tempted to close the door and leave, just to be a little shit, but you stepped inside and put your mismatched hands on your hips.

It was one of the puzzlers that plagued you lately. The most exciting years of your life were spent as a dubiously-legal(definitely amoral) government official, rife with murder and drugs and sketchy deals. Now that dubious-legality was gone and you had no actual reason to do amoral things besides boredom, it really took the spice out of life.

Oh sure, you could still do mischief, steal shit, mess with people, but... There was no real consequence anymore. The highest authority in the land was willing putty in your hands, so if you fucked up the worst you could get was a slap on the wrist.

She uncrossed her arms then. “Or just shy of it.” It was easy for her to say. It wasn’t like she also wasn’t shackled by the very same leash. No trouble caused enough for any consequence that amounted to more than just a slap on the wrist or confinement to her room.

But… “When a spark isn’t enough, shouldn’t you toss a match?”

She knew his problem. When you hit the top you run out of purpose and don't even get to swing from the rope because that's not how gravity works. You have to jump to feel alive, and tie your lifeline into a noose to keep it from just saving you again, and that's a hell of a commitment to make. Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't.

She tries not to think of her demon side. The constant hunger to go just above what limits they forced on her. To see exactly how far she could take things before she was now the problem needing to be solved.

And yet…

“If I go too far where that limit is set, I lose the one place I don’t have to look over my shoulder and the people that are excited to see me.” She shrugs then. “having a break from being cursed at and seeing disgust at my arrival grows on you after a while.”

She waves her hand as if shooing the sentiments away. “That does nothing to stop the need for what I’m good at, however, and if I have to lose that comfort… well I can always rebuild it elsewhere.” She looks at him now, her eyebrow raising. “No?”

It opened up immediately in the middle of a room filled with gaudy paintings if men who looked insufferable but important, each one posing as if their entire lifetime was encapsulated in that moment. A large desk sat near an open window heavy burgundy curtains flapped and shifted in the breeze.

Book shelves lined a small portion of the left wall between more gaudy paintings and Urd had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

“Genevär, a world that had once known war but now is rebuilding towards peace and unity.” She explains, setting the small thing down. “A perfect place for what we’re looking to do.”

This was definitely the head bitch. Tall, straight-backed, straight-shouldered, elegant dress that showed off her curves without looking slutty, hair styled in some big updo with a shitload of jewels in it, along with a very fancy looking diadem adorning her forehead.

"And who," she said, enunciating slowly and raising an eyebrow just as slowly. "Stands before the Empress of Genevär, unannounced?"

"Spades Slick, your Imperial Majesty" you reply with a deep bow, sweeping your hat from your head as decades of training slam back into place. You'd worked royal courts before, you knew the dance. "Yer newest economic advisor. An' this is my comfort servant, Urd."

She gave no bow when the small thing in front of her did. Though with how he often spoke, she was a bit surprised by his manners. If it weren't for wanting to not give anything away, her face would've shown exactly how surprised.

Instead, her cheeks flushed and her brows knitted together at his introduction for her, and she chewed her inner cheek. Oh, she was most certainly going to get him back for that one. A fuckslave was she? Comfort was what she provided? Okay. The game was on.

"Forgive us for making our way in like this; he just couldn't control his urges." She explained, bringing her arms up as if to cover herself. Making herself look as pitiful as a Goddess could.

The Empress' gaze was fierce, her maid coming to stand at her side, looking just a bit nervous and on guard, sizing up Urd, who did her best to look meek.

"An advisor?" The Empress repeated, eyes narrowing. "We were told you would not be arriving for another week, and yet here you are? No word of an early arrival, no greeting, and with your comfort maid no less?"

You tapped your temple with one metal claw and smirked. You had no idea what kind of tech level this place had, or what magic bullshit they might pull out, but right now this woman believed your bullshit without asking, because too many truths would come unraveled for her if she didn't. She believed right away that you were who you claimed, because she was expecting that person to be here soon. She skipped straight past 'are you who you say' and 'how did you get in here' and into 'how dare you insult me with the manner of your arrival' because addressing the first two would mean admitting her security and information networks were worthless, and that clearly wasn't so as no one had successfully killed her yet.

"If it isn't too much to ask, might I trouble you to keep my early arrival secret for a little while longer? I'm sure your staff and civil servants are all aware of when I'm supposed to arrive, so the more time I have to observe and interact in secret, the better."

Plus, the more time you have to figure out who you're pretending to be. And how to get rid of them without getting caught.

But you did learn, already, one important thing: She had no fucking idea who her advisor was supposed to be. She hadn't picked them, she didn't even know their name. Which means someone else picked, and that person had to die before the actual advisor showed up.

"We suppose the logic is sound, if decidedly sneaky," the Empress said with a sigh, walking around them to take a seat at her desk while the maid went and busied herself in a corner after closing the door. "Do not do such things without informing us again, or there will be consequences. You may play your little game, but you will not benefit from our protection within these walls until your proper arrival date, which you will be present for. On that day, you will be recognized and given the rank of Consiliarus Palatinus, but until then you are nothing more than an intruder with a quick tongue, Spades Slick."

Like watching your favorite actors run a scene from your favorite episode right in front of you. No prompt needed.

She knew eventually they would be dismissed, and she wondered what he'd pull then. What his plans were, what he'd already come up with, and what he'd need to tweak. She was getting giddy. So much so that she'd tuned them out and only refocused when he spoke of his tongue.

She had to close her eyes to keep from rolling them and bit her cheek to keep from chuckling. Remembering what he'd labeled her as, however, she opened her eyes and gave a sympathetic look to the Empress. "Forgive me for offering up an unwanted warning, Your Imperial Majesty, but I feel that I must. You see...he is still learning the finer points in using it." She revealed with a solemn shake of her head. "Oftentimes stumbling over himself and leaving unfavorable impressions. Please do find it in your generosity to forgive his lack of technique."

The Empress's lip twitched. Whether to smirk or to scowl, one couldn't be sure because, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished as she reached down to shuffle through some papers at her desk.

"Yes, well, see to it that such behaviors do not interfere with my court." She commands. Waving her hand to dismiss them. Nothing more, nothing less, and no other words passed.

They were dismissed and the door was open, so out you walked, grabbing a fistful of her big open dress thing and dragging her with him while threatening to expose one of her tits.

Here in the palace, they weren't going to be stopped from just walking around. Again, because of those rules from before. They wouldn't be this deep in the palace unless they were supposed to be there, so no one would stop them unless it looked like they were sneaking, so you made sure you were walking right down the center of the hallway, straight-backed, getting an eye for the layout.

She tries to keep his stride as he tugs her dress, huffing when he finally lets it go, and she can take up her own usual strutting gait. Her hips swish, heels clacking against the floor with each step while she fusses over righting her top and putting her large fleshy mounds back in their proper places.

~ your favorite Goddess

god damn thats a hard one

i fuckin did

everythin damn near

hm

hmmmm

hmmmmmmmm

i regret never gettin her imperious fishcakes in my grimy little clutches

can you fuckin imagine the kinda crazy shit that woulda happened in the troll empire if i showed her off on a leash

one

you couldnt by the finest ass without seein a spade burned into their flesh or carved into their carapace

i mean i guess i could go look through the fuckin ledgers an find an actual number to give you but it literally ran an interstellar fleshmarket

You sigh deeply, find a cigar to light up, and proceed to set your curtains on fire before promptly dropping the lighter leaving the room.

There was no staff, there were no other residents. This whole damn house was probably gonna go, and horrorterror's knew just how much booze and blood and sin was soaked into the carpets and floorboards beneath.

This place was gonna go up like a matchbox.

You idly puff your cigar as you stroll through dark-paneled hallways, remembering debauchery and violence in equal measure along with intrigue and even romance. The ghosts of old friends and enemies still stalk the stairway as you drag a claw along the dusty banister.

You can smell the smoke.

If you were broke, you might be excited by the idea of the fire insurance paying out, but you lived on a different planet, one made almost entirely of fucking gold.

In the end, you were sitting on the edge of the fountain out front, watching as your office windows exploded with fire and smoke.

Puff puff.

---

She hadn’t taken him for the sweet taste kind of thing. Then again she hadn’t expected him to light his office on fire either.

She couldn't quite understand the feelings. She'd always been free. Always in control. The only thing that slapped around her neck was the rules forced to keep balance.

She'd started to say as much until he finished, and she could understand that part. Getting rid of something because there was no use for it, and the knowledge that if there was, it was nothing to restore it.

"Story of my life."

The sounds of their lips smacking together, panted breaths, and muffled moans fill the space. She doesn't care if anyone else is inside, nor if anyone was attempting to be.

He was far more handsy than he usually was, his grinding hips sawing his own bulge between her breasts, like a beast begging to be freed. It only made her hornier. Her lips pressed against his with a needy hunger, alcohol-slick drool dribbling between the gasps their lips created when they shifted to french kiss deeper.

Her core was all but twisting in on itself, coiling and tangling, burning as her cock twitched against the fabric of her clothing. The sensation from the friction made her shiver. She didn't need to see the wet spot her precum was creating; she could feel it in the way the soaked fabric was sticking to her skin.

And eventually, she couldn't take it. She reached down to pull her dress to the side, letting the massive fuck meat she'd been hiding free. She hadn't planned on showing it off so early in the day; after all, it was a trick so few ever got to see, but the suction cup attached to her tongue clearly had other plans.

"Pants mpfh," she moaned into his mouth. "Off." She was trying to allow him to take them off. Or slice them himself. She wasn't a monster, but the more he grinded, the more she thought about him bouncing up her shaft...and the more that thread was slowly beginning to snap.

((Closed Rp with @tyrannicalshiv))

It been who knew how long since that last time she’d been in the little things office. Or had anything thrilling to do. Her usual duties now finished and anything else able to wait that she was once more in that state between burning everything down just to see the panic from everyone, or torturing some soul she found interesting.

Luckily she knew just the soul that could keep her entertained for a bit.

So while you didn't actually have a reason to be in your old office, you found yourself opening that door anyway, just in time to watch Urd stepping out of thin air.

You were tempted to close the door and leave, just to be a little shit, but you stepped inside and put your mismatched hands on your hips.

It was one of the puzzlers that plagued you lately. The most exciting years of your life were spent as a dubiously-legal(definitely amoral) government official, rife with murder and drugs and sketchy deals. Now that dubious-legality was gone and you had no actual reason to do amoral things besides boredom, it really took the spice out of life.

Oh sure, you could still do mischief, steal shit, mess with people, but... There was no real consequence anymore. The highest authority in the land was willing putty in your hands, so if you fucked up the worst you could get was a slap on the wrist.

She uncrossed her arms then. “Or just shy of it.” It was easy for her to say. It wasn’t like she also wasn’t shackled by the very same leash. No trouble caused enough for any consequence that amounted to more than just a slap on the wrist or confinement to her room.

But… “When a spark isn’t enough, shouldn’t you toss a match?”

She knew his problem. When you hit the top you run out of purpose and don't even get to swing from the rope because that's not how gravity works. You have to jump to feel alive, and tie your lifeline into a noose to keep it from just saving you again, and that's a hell of a commitment to make. Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't.

She tries not to think of her demon side. The constant hunger to go just above what limits they forced on her. To see exactly how far she could take things before she was now the problem needing to be solved.

And yet…

“If I go too far where that limit is set, I lose the one place I don’t have to look over my shoulder and the people that are excited to see me.” She shrugs then. “having a break from being cursed at and seeing disgust at my arrival grows on you after a while.”

She waves her hand as if shooing the sentiments away. “That does nothing to stop the need for what I’m good at, however, and if I have to lose that comfort… well I can always rebuild it elsewhere.” She looks at him now, her eyebrow raising. “No?”

It opened up immediately in the middle of a room filled with gaudy paintings if men who looked insufferable but important, each one posing as if their entire lifetime was encapsulated in that moment. A large desk sat near an open window heavy burgundy curtains flapped and shifted in the breeze.

Book shelves lined a small portion of the left wall between more gaudy paintings and Urd had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

“Genevär, a world that had once known war but now is rebuilding towards peace and unity.” She explains, setting the small thing down. “A perfect place for what we’re looking to do.”

This was definitely the head bitch. Tall, straight-backed, straight-shouldered, elegant dress that showed off her curves without looking slutty, hair styled in some big updo with a shitload of jewels in it, along with a very fancy looking diadem adorning her forehead.

"And who," she said, enunciating slowly and raising an eyebrow just as slowly. "Stands before the Empress of Genevär, unannounced?"

"Spades Slick, your Imperial Majesty" you reply with a deep bow, sweeping your hat from your head as decades of training slam back into place. You'd worked royal courts before, you knew the dance. "Yer newest economic advisor. An' this is my comfort servant, Urd."

She gave no bow when the small thing in front of her did. Though with how he often spoke, she was a bit surprised by his manners. If it weren't for wanting to not give anything away, her face would've shown exactly how surprised.

Instead, her cheeks flushed and her brows knitted together at his introduction for her, and she chewed her inner cheek. Oh, she was most certainly going to get him back for that one. A fuckslave was she? Comfort was what she provided? Okay. The game was on.

"Forgive us for making our way in like this; he just couldn't control his urges." She explained, bringing her arms up as if to cover herself. Making herself look as pitiful as a Goddess could.

The Empress' gaze was fierce, her maid coming to stand at her side, looking just a bit nervous and on guard, sizing up Urd, who did her best to look meek.

"An advisor?" The Empress repeated, eyes narrowing. "We were told you would not be arriving for another week, and yet here you are? No word of an early arrival, no greeting, and with your comfort maid no less?"

You tapped your temple with one metal claw and smirked. You had no idea what kind of tech level this place had, or what magic bullshit they might pull out, but right now this woman believed your bullshit without asking, because too many truths would come unraveled for her if she didn't. She believed right away that you were who you claimed, because she was expecting that person to be here soon. She skipped straight past 'are you who you say' and 'how did you get in here' and into 'how dare you insult me with the manner of your arrival' because addressing the first two would mean admitting her security and information networks were worthless, and that clearly wasn't so as no one had successfully killed her yet.

"If it isn't too much to ask, might I trouble you to keep my early arrival secret for a little while longer? I'm sure your staff and civil servants are all aware of when I'm supposed to arrive, so the more time I have to observe and interact in secret, the better."

Plus, the more time you have to figure out who you're pretending to be. And how to get rid of them without getting caught.

But you did learn, already, one important thing: She had no fucking idea who her advisor was supposed to be. She hadn't picked them, she didn't even know their name. Which means someone else picked, and that person had to die before the actual advisor showed up.

"We suppose the logic is sound, if decidedly sneaky," the Empress said with a sigh, walking around them to take a seat at her desk while the maid went and busied herself in a corner after closing the door. "Do not do such things without informing us again, or there will be consequences. You may play your little game, but you will not benefit from our protection within these walls until your proper arrival date, which you will be present for. On that day, you will be recognized and given the rank of Consiliarus Palatinus, but until then you are nothing more than an intruder with a quick tongue, Spades Slick."

Like watching your favorite actors run a scene from your favorite episode right in front of you. No prompt needed.

She knew eventually they would be dismissed, and she wondered what he'd pull then. What his plans were, what he'd already come up with, and what he'd need to tweak. She was getting giddy. So much so that she'd tuned them out and only refocused when he spoke of his tongue.

She had to close her eyes to keep from rolling them and bit her cheek to keep from chuckling. Remembering what he'd labeled her as, however, she opened her eyes and gave a sympathetic look to the Empress. "Forgive me for offering up an unwanted warning, Your Imperial Majesty, but I feel that I must. You see...he is still learning the finer points in using it." She revealed with a solemn shake of her head. "Oftentimes stumbling over himself and leaving unfavorable impressions. Please do find it in your generosity to forgive his lack of technique."

The Empress's lip twitched. Whether to smirk or to scowl, one couldn't be sure because, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished as she reached down to shuffle through some papers at her desk.

"Yes, well, see to it that such behaviors do not interfere with my court." She commands. Waving her hand to dismiss them. Nothing more, nothing less, and no other words passed.