#1 Viago Enjoyer

Two paths in this high tower...

Poor little little crow needs her talon 🥺 🐦‍⬛

a gift for gem <3

“What have we here?” His voice is low and husky and a fresh gush of arousal coats her thighs and spills onto the sheets. “Principessa...” His fingers trail across her legs, tracing the pretty silk ribbons (“You look beautiful in red, amore mio,” Teia had whispered as she bound her.) that hold her still, until he comes to the note that Teia had affixed to her upper thigh. The seal of House Cantori reflects the low candlelight in the room, and Ashara hears Viago snort as he tugs the note free. The brief pull as the wax tears away from her skin is a welcome distraction, but it sends bolts of arousal through her that she can’t control. She is near panting as Viago strokes her thigh. “Señor, per favore,” she can hear how whiny, how needy, she sounds, but she just can’t help it. The aphrodisiac is burning through her veins, and even without it, an hour like this, simply waiting for her lover to come and find her, would have her hot and wet regardless. She keens as he squeezes her arse softly.