HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO PUNISH A KNIGHT WHO BLUSHES AND SMILES EVERY TIME YOU TRY

listen, if i didn't respond with a blushing "as you wish, my lady" and squirm a little about it then what kind of loyal knight would i even be?

YOU COULD AT LEAST PRETEND THAT YOU DONT LIKE IT

your shape changing partner saying “i hope you can take this” while still inside you, right before shifting into something with a much bigger cock

just the idea of them overwhelming me with their new form. a huge cock to force in my tiny cunt. more hands than usual to pin me down and grope me. the strength to pick me up and use me like a fleshlight

nobody offers to let you take a comforting nap in their arms because you look exhausted and need a safe place to crash for a bit and then wakes you up 40 minutes later with two fingers knuckle-deep in you anymore

i think being fingered so deeply that their palm stays grinding up against your clit with each thrust of their fingers is very romantic actually

knight (large breasts) removing her breastplate and releasing a bunch of boob sweat like a mech venting steam

official boob post

the hottest thing a knight can be is pathetic and desperate. vulnerable without his armour, drowning in guilt and shame and embarrassment but with much more immediate needs possessing him, setting him begging. laid out beneath you on his belly, rutting into the rucked up blankets under him in a needy grasp at any relief, half-smushed into the mattress and barely able to keep his eyes from squeezing shut as he tries to look at you over his shoulder, eyes twinkling, slurring his pleas, drunk with desire. "please, oh god, please, more, more, I need more, christ in heaven, I need more, I beg you, please fuck me, please fuck me, ple-he-hease—" whining and gasping so passionately he's nearing sobs. oh, the depraved sounds he'll make when you finally sink into him and push his body to all its limits (and beyond, if you're feeling generous...)

i miss hearing how someone could fall apart underneath me. just knowing that i can make someone feel so good that they can’t help but moan for me. i miss the burn in my lungs and the ache in my muscles from strapping someone so hard. i miss the sounds pussy makes when i’m deep in it fuck me

"tell me to stop. i'll stop" while you guys are seconds away from doing something you both know you shouldn't do UGHHH

a day without seeing her boobs is like a day without sunshine. send tweet.

the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.