𝕺 𝕽𝖆𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕹𝖔𝖉

some very, VERY nsfw starters focusing on ... breeding kinks! warnings: pregnancy talk, breeding talk.

i'm gonna knock you up.

fuck your cum back in me.

i want to feel you dripping out of me.

pin me down and pump me full of you.

fill me up again and again and again...

i can't wait to see your belly swell.

mount me, take me, i'm yours.

i'm going to fill you with load after load...

give me your seed.

i need your thick cock twitching in me.

i'm going to hold you down while you take it.

you look so good filled with my cum.

you're never going to feel empty again.

stay inside me, don't let anything drip out...

put your legs up, i want it to take.

please, please, i need to cum in you.

you're filling me up so good...

be a good [ boy / girl ] and cum in me.

i forgot a condom... guess it's a sign.

i'm going to milk you dry.

i need to cum in you.

i can't wait to see your tits get heavy...

i want to see my cum leaking out of your cunt.

if you don't cum inside of me right now, i'm going to cry.

everyone's going to know you're mine.

i'm going to cum in you whether you like it or not.

please cum in me, please, please don't pull out.

are you gonna let me get you pregnant?

gonna hold you down until it takes.

i'm going to ride you until you paint my pussy white.

you can cum. if you let me cum in you first.

i forgot my birth control.

hold me down by my hips and make me yours.

i can feel you against my womb...

you're getting every drop of me.

if you don't get pregnant, guess we'll have to do it again...

i don't actually want to get pregnant!

be a good [ boy / girl ] and let me cum in you.

are you gonna fill me up, or was that all talk?

please, i need it! fill me up!

i don't wanna feel empty anymore.

i wanna feel you twitching in me while you fill me up...

hold me down and breed me.

i'm gonna shove my cock so deep in you you'll feel it in your womb.

fuck, let me out, i'm gonna cum.

take it, fucking take it.

don't pull out until i'm overflowing with you.

i can't hold anymore in me...

i want you to ride me so i can picture your belly swelling while i cum in you.

how many times are you going to cum in me?

please let me cum in you [ mommy / daddy ], i need it, please.

you're so good at taking my cum.

i wanna put a baby in you.

shut up. i'm gonna cum.

bend me over the nearest surface and leave my thighs dripping.

are you pushing your cum back inside?

He's quiet as he listens, though his eyes shift a little, brows pinching slightly in thought as he recalls the things he's learned during the unholy wars on Argent D'nur. When he and his Loyalists had discovered the truth about what Argent Energy was. It lined up with some of the things that Alu says. Really, it all lead back to Hell and the Makyrs, whatever deal the supposed 'Gods' had made with Hell itself.

"You heard of a thing called Argent energy?" He tilts his head, "it's made from the sufferin' of human souls. It can power a planet. It can turn a man into a god, or a monster." He looks down at his own hand then, revealing perhaps that his immortality is a result of being exposed to such things, without actually saying as much. "The Makyrs syphon it from Hell, gave Hell the power to harvest it in mass quantities. Sounds very similar to the power you're talkin' about." He huffs. "I ain't much for thinkin' things are a coincidence."

He shifts a little, looking back at Alu. "With the influx of human souls bein' dragged into Hell with the invasion, I doubt Nevon is the only place makin' that kind of power possible." He says. He did have someone he could ask, but as to whether or not he'll help, that's another matter entirely. Lord knows the Khan won't be helpful, especially if she is behind this as he suspects she is. "But it'd be worth lookin' into it, see if there is one of those argent factories within it."

"Argent Energy..." The name sounds familiar. He believes he's heard it before, but he's never understood what it's supposed to be or where it's come from. Yet as the Slayer speaks, as he explains, he can see the goat's eyes beginning to widen in dawning horror. For the first time, the demon shows genuine signs of distress. He steps back, hooves pawing anxiously at the ground. Behind him, his tail whips and lashes like a disgruntled cat's.

"You're not suggesting that..." He doesn't want to believe it. He doesn't want to even think about the implications. But he knows it already. It makes too much sense. Adds up too perfectly. And it makes him sick to his stomach. That amount of power... that kind of steady supply... it was more than Novem's population alone could supply. The idea that demons were going from keepers of their own peaceful realm, to wardens of a realm modified into a prison where no soul went for any reason other than to suffer? All for what - so some "higher power" had fuel for their own grand plans?

It felt like the divine betrayal all over again.

He has to swallow the bile in his throat and adjust his footing to avoid falling over. Thankfully, the symbols the Slayer draws in the dirt give him something to focus on other than his own nausea. He shakes his head a bit, trying to push back the ache and the turn in his stomach. His head lowers, snout brushing the ground as he sniffs at the pictures like they'll offer some deeper understanding of the lines and circles.

"Yes, a few of these look familiar. We figured it was some sort of other language the Makyrs used - some variation of the Celestial Alphabet." He looks back up at the marine with slight tilt of the head. "Where exactly it pops up seems... random. No consistency, though that may be just because we haven't managed to full translate it yet."

Valerie smiles, but says nothing. Soon enough she is mesmerised by the spectacle of the jewels being forged before her very eyes, such easy wonder brightening her face, quickening her pulse with jovial excitement. Mr Black says he is no master jeweller but produces a most stunning pair of ruby earrings lined with tiny encrusted diamonds, which glimmering enticingly in his palm, crafted to invoke the utmost jealously in the hearts of others. They were the perfect accessory for their cover story: conveying his wealth and status, and most importantly his intention.

"Humble doesn't suit you." She lightly teases, at last releasing his hand so she may carefully pluck the jewellery offered to her and preciously hold it up to the timid sun now melting through the fog, casting a hazy, watery golden light about the forest. The metal was still warm, and her skin tingled faintly under its touch. As if on cue, the demon swiftly sheds his modesty to offer a string of enthusiastic compliments while she admires his creation, and Valerie wears them like a halo, shining brighter under the glow of his attention.

"They are ravishing. Thank you, Philip." Gracefully, the lady draws them into her pocket, intending to keep them hidden until she was supposed to receive them. She takes his arm again and restarts their march, a sense of weightlessness in her like she wasn't quite prepared to digest what had just happened. She was The Fool, embarking on a side quest, ignoring the very systems that had kept her safe but imprisoned thus far.

And so the morning creeps on, as do they. Through thick foliage and the undergrowth teeming with wildlife -- chirping birds, the chitter of squirrels, the darting of rabbits and dragonflies, the silent wings of butterflies dancing on new blooms - the trees hover and watch them pass. The mist dissolves, falling away like a curtain to reveal the distant sights and sounds of civilization.

Alu drinks it in with measured eye. It is... somewhat busier than he expected. Certainly more developed than his last haunt in New World Puritanica. Yet, socially, it is hardly different. The familiar sight of sideways glances that promise whispers of gossip and speculation, the scrutiny of domestic eyes gauging his identity, his worth, his intentions. He's learned to ignore it. Wolves or in this case goats don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep. Though he can't help but pull her the slightest bit closer as they cross the threshold from untamed wilderness into stiflingly bridled settlement.

@serpentpawn said: “I try to be a better person…”

"For whom?"

It's a rhetorical question he lets slip before raising the glass to his lip to take a swig of his drink. He sets it down to adjust the collar of his shirt, finding it a smidge too tight around his neck. Helpful as this human disguise of his was, he could never adapt to the feeling of such fitted cloth around his torso - much less his throat.

"The definition of what is good and evil, what is right and what is wrong, is as consistent as sand in a desert. To think otherwise is a fool's performance for the masses, or an egotist's form of pedestal." He turns slightly, dark browns catching the light and flickering with a hue of scarlet so bright, so vibrant - it burns like fire in his cool gaze.

"Don't judge yourself by the standards or expectations of others. You will never satisfy them, and you'll only end up miserable trying. Just enjoy life, and don't hurt others in the process. Just be someone you can live with. "

"For myself." The words leave a sour taste in her mouth, bringing her to grimace. She should not reply so boldly and yet her mouth would go ahead with it.

Just be someone you can live with. What kind advice, if only it were easy for her to do so. For being isolated so long - she forgot how one other person would behave if she lived with them.

"F-Forgive me!" She would blurt out, a shy smile made its way on her lips, her grip tightening on her skirt. Her heart beat change rapidly. Why must she act so nervous? This conversation has been calm and splendid.

He watches her fidget, practically able to feel the way her nervousness radiates off her like an uneasy aura. The burden of something weighs upon her heavily to the degree that it shows in every trembling breath of hers. And for some reason, he finds that curious.

"Perhaps your judgment comes from some inner turmoil which you find yourself guilty of, and which you feel you must atone for." He has no idea if he's hitting the mark or not. His gaze is fixed on the ice in his glass as he swirls it around in his drink idly.

"But if you've done nothing wrong, there is nothing to judge and nothing to atone for. And if there is, then simple feelings will not absolve you of your guilt. Actions will - difficult as they may be."

"Whatever vexes you cannot be worth the troubling of carrying on your shoulders like some burden."

"Ach, Alma's birthday is coming up. I wonder if I can take—" He blinks.

"Oh! It's in Father's Day! Well, now this calls for a day off no matter what! Oh I have so much cooking to do, and I wonder if she's heard the International Festival of Art and Ideas has started yet—she'd like that, I think. Of course if we're going out, I must make sure she has comfortable shoes and clothing... And—"

"Planning a father-daughter outing, Pramatinum?"

The sound of Al's voice is a siren's call to him. Sweet, alluring, enchanting. Commanding his full attention with ease and without question.

At the mention of each item, he waves his hand to produce something perfect; a pair of light blue leggings, a teal blouse with short sleeves and wave-like patterns to the small ruffle flourishes, a comfortably padded pair of sneakers, two tickets for entry to the festival.

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THE WITCH

"You can have my heart."

"I'm afraid you asked for this."

"I promise you, you're all I see."

"You are the reason I still fight."

"You can run, but you can't hide."

"True friends stab you in the front."

"Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts."

"Well, don't you feel so much better?"

"I promise you I'll never leave your side."

"Promise me you'll never leave my side."

"Cut off my wings and come lock me up."

"You must've made some kind of mistake."

"Just pull the plug, yeah, I've had enough."

"Sometimes I wonder why are we all here."

"Are we just ladders in the world of snakes?"

"You got a lot of nerve, but not a lot of spine."

"I lost my wife this year, we've lost our friend..."

"Come sink into me and let me breathe you in."

"Such a bitter irony like a kick right to the teeth."

"The nightmares in our heads are bad enough…"

"You got me on my knees, I'm your one-man cult."

"Always fighting battles, but it never seem to end."

"Well, hate is gasoline, a fire fueling all my dreams."

"I thought I'd sold my soul, but he kept the receipt."

"We're all fucked in the head, alone and depressed."

"I'm sorry, but it's too late, and it's not worth saving."

"Time won't help you, 'cause karma has no deadline."

"I think we're doomed, and now, there's no way back."

"You want salvation? Well, I'm sorry, we're all doomed."

"I'll leave you choking on every word you left unspoken."

"Death is on my mind so much, it makes me wanna die."

"My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost."

"I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home."

"I dealt with too much fuckin' shit and now I'm in too deep."

"And you know that I'm in love with the mess, I think I like it."

"Call me a nihilist, I guess I'm just unclear as to why I bother."

"Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne."

"'Cause if life's one big fuckin' game, well, I don't wanna play."

"Show me what I can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone."

"Come shove me over the edge, 'cause my head is in overdrive."

"You can drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand."

"So how dare you try and steal my flame just 'cause yours faded?"

"But if I sing along a little fucking louder to a happy song, I'll be alright."

"So dig two graves, 'cause when you die, I swear I'll be leaving by your side."

"The sticks and the stones that you used to throw have built me an empire."

"I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you… 'cause I'll forget, but I'll never forgive you."

"Remember the moment you left me alone and broke every promise you ever made?"

"So you can throw me to the wolves… Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack."

"And I really wish that you could help, but my head is like a carousel, and I'm going 'round in circles."

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