Resting on Laurels

Is what it is, that's just where the community has been heading for years now.

I'll still keep this blog up for reference's sake, and there's still a few threads that will probably only ever get continued on here.

But yeah. Consider this blog semi-archived.

Is what it is, that's just where the community has been heading for years now.

I'll still keep this blog up for reference's sake, and there's still a few threads that will probably only ever get continued on here.

But yeah. Consider this blog semi-archived.

It had been a long time since either of them had to resort to such banal methods as using their own hands, rather than each other’s, to take the edge off. Renatus made trips back to Rozumari frequently and such visits were largely spent in his chambers. With her writhing under his grasp.

But he hadn’t been able to return to his makeshift capital in some time… And it showed.

It showed by how his length was threatening to split his trousers in twain.

Sexting was one thing. It was cute. It was foreplay. But they both needed something far more substantial at the moment. Which is why Renatus did not respond over text.

Instead, he clicked a green phone icon under her name.

But just as she was starting, Renatus’ caller ID abruptly cried for her attention, and Pyrrha jumped while fumbling not to drop her scroll. With some one-handed difficulty, the champion managed to stabilize the device and accept the call, bringing it to her ear.

He hadn't quite meant for that to be the first words he said to her, but they just sort of came tumbling out of his mouth. Renatus was rapidly reaching a threshold. Lust for his lover and frustration at not being able to have her clawed at him.

A low, rumbling sound escaped his lips; halfway between a sigh and a growl. But Renatus quickly gained some modicum of composure.

"You said you missed my smooth tongue, after all~" Renatus purred. He was good at that. Being sauve. Ruining her panties with just his voice alone. Nevermind how Pyrrha easily brought him to ruin just with her very existence.

"Tell me," Renatus commanded, "what you're doing. Right now."

A throaty hum rose up from Renatus’ throat. Oh the things he wanted to do to that woman and her picturesque ass… They should have sent a poet… It was an ass that he’d bruised and comforted, spanking and kissing it in equal measure. It was an ass he’d rammed his cock right on into.

By Izanami’s frozen tits, he hungered for his woman.

Renatus reclined in his seat and in one fluid motion unzipped his trousers. For good measure, he undid the top few buttons of his shirt as well. The lighting wasn’t the best considering the circumstances, but he doubted Pyrrha would mind. A minute or so later, there was a picture being sent her way of his erection poking out from beneath the band of his underwear.

[text]: I’m always thinking of you

[text]: Every morning and night… I have to take care of myself because you’re not here

[text]: …But what sort of things are you doing?

Pyrrha pursed her lips appreciatively at the sight. There it was. There was definitely one thing that had never changed since Beacon—and the reaction it triggered hadn’t either. Her pussy suddenly felt very empty.

They had played around with sexting before, but it was mainly just foreplay before they both finally went ahead to meet up physically. But when Renatus was busy with the Nuzhiguo down south, there was no way to satisfy their urges… at least not in the way they really wanted to.

[text]: Sounds like it’s the same things you are~

[text]: It’s been a long time since I’ve had to ‘take care’ of myself since we met

Pyrrha flipped onto her back, and nimble fingers began to gently rub over her covered clit. She let out a shuddering sigh Ren would’ve surely loved.

It had been a long time since either of them had to resort to such banal methods as using their own hands, rather than each other's, to take the edge off. Renatus made trips back to Rozumari frequently and such visits were largely spent in his chambers. With her writhing under his grasp.

But he hadn't been able to return to his makeshift capital in some time... And it showed.

It showed by how his length was threatening to split his trousers in twain.

Sexting was one thing. It was cute. It was foreplay. But they both needed something far more substantial at the moment. Which is why Renatus did not respond over text.

Instead, he clicked a green phone icon under her name.