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✱ 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 : @kowarenaii     ›    ❪  𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 ❫   .

oh, you'd just love to hear me beg.

how quickly the goddess finds his attention drawn to the noble giant stood behind him, giving him this look ⸻ this look of his on the heels of his biting, dry sarcasm. the look in his one good teal eye says more than a thousand words of avid denial and his insistence ’pon finding Saint to be little more than a parasite endured out of a lack of a choice. he had all the choice in the world to cast away the deity and rarely has he tried to exercise a single moment of will to break away from him. Cyrus hasn't ever forsaken him no matter what he might think his hesitance and abhorrence for him might make him think. there hasn't ever been the very clear, very concise words of naming the thing and casting it away. no matter that it wouldn't work, he hasn't done it even once, nor has he tried it.

it never crossed his mind.

and so, the goddess turns to face Cyrus. hands drift low until they can draw them up to cradle, soothe, as if he were about to impart a hard truth to the other that might require Saint to soften the blow with gentle strokes along the bones and the veins of his sweet giant's hands. blinking ,    obsidian lashes framed the apples of his cheeks, fluttering ever so cutely. ruby eyes through the dark shroud of lashes raised up to meet the glassy, milky single and that clear teal stare of Cyrus’.   

❝  yes ,    I would,  ❞  a confession spoken in the same way a bratty little spoiled thing would ask and demand their wishes be met, that same tone of being denied and pouting about it openly. cherubic, even saintly,  red light in the upturn of pitiful eyes supplementing the sheer beauty of the divine goddess displayed in temptation and seductive loveliness for the eye to feast ’pon. these hands of Saint drift from the bones of his large hands to the warmth of his wrist, rubbed and caressed with gentle, attentive touch. 

❝  the things I could do for you with just oooooone, liiiittle pitful prayer,  ❞ delicate constitution, deceptive, gives way to the hunger pangs of desire wafting from his body. it's practically visible the way Saint's libido distorts the bounds of reality around the two. the goddess’ influence sweetening the musk of his body, heady scent drifting from the waters as it flows from ripening flower petals lain t the apex of supple thighs. the tips of his toes are employed to put the goddess’ nose right up onto the pulse thrumming with virulence and vitality in his neck. 

❝  shivering just thinking about you on your knees for me ⸻ begging me to relieve you of the heaviness of your most noble duty. don't you want to be held? I promise it will feel so good to give in to me,  ❞ whispered words panted against the shell of his ear, lobe slipped between greedy lips. the serpent whispers temptations to the other, clinging and coiling around this starlwart form.  ❝  you won't last.  ❞  Saint would make sure of that; it was just a fact reflected in the others eye, the curve of his shoulder, the straightness of his spine, and the way he practically radiated pent up vibrations growing heated, more feral by the second. and Saint would be more than willing to take every second of his descent into madness without fault nor fail.

An image of the character :3

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you get- SKELEBEN!!!!