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"In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling."

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills and the occasional farmhouse that dotted the landscape. As he traveled, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace that was rarely found in the city. The wind ruffled his mane and tail, and he could feel the strength in his equine body. It was strange, yet oddly familiar.

The townsfolk looked up from their work as he approached, their expressions a mix of awe and fear. They had heard tales of the legendary knight who could vanquish monsters with a single swing of his sword. Now, here he was, a majestic steed, passing through their village.

Children whispered among themselves, pointing at the gleaming armor that still adorned him, despite his new form. The adults offered nods of respect, recognizing the emblem of the Royal Guard upon his flank. He had hoped the transformation would allow him to move more freely, unnoticed, but his reputation had a way of preceding him, it seemed.

As he moved further from the village, the path grew narrower and the trees began to close in around him. The shade was welcome, cooling his body after the long ride from the city.

He took a moment to appreciate the serenity of the woods, the rustling of leaves, and the gentle hum of insects. His heightened senses picked up the scent of a nearby clearing and the faint sound of running water. His horse instincts took over, and he found himself drawn to the promise of a refreshing drink. As he sensed another horse, he merely ignored it.

Hmmm, caught him in a lie, but she's a pretty girl, one of the hottest considering not many females shared their majors in construction. “S’not my fault yer hot Red. But fine fine, I know when someone’s got me. Ya know…if we worked hard enough I’m pretty sure you’ll be the first good grade I’d get t’ the highest grade.” Yusuke had been a C student at best, between investigating the supernatural and paranormal ontop of school work it’s a real miracle some times.

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𝐀𝐇,  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌     —     the  mere  mention  of  sweets  seemed  to  stoke  his  enthusiasm,  nurturing  it  from  a  glimmering  ember  into  a  proper  flame,  alight  within  eyes  of  seemingly  infinite  cerulean.  ❝   Then  it’s  decided!   ❞   His  fervent  declaration  was  punctuated  by  a  clap  of  his  hands,  a  cheerful  expression  settling  across  his  half-hidden  features.  

❝   Flowers  to  drown  in,  sweets  until  our  stomachs  ache,  and  ridiculously  fancy  outfits     —     we’re  doing  it  properly.   ❞   With  zestful  energy,  Satoru  pushed  himself  upright  from  his  sprawl  across  the  sofa  cushions.  ❝   And  lucky  you…  I  happen  to  know  the  perfect  place.   ❞   

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[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

Eve inhaled sharply as she pushed Molly against the boxes between the two tents. The show had just started not too long ago, and she would need to be on deck in a couple of acts, but first, she wanted to play a little bit. Smirking up at the tiefling, she hummed before rolling her hips to grind on his thigh as her fingers caressed some loose strands of hair behind his ear before grabbing his horns. "Molly, don't you want a treat, darling?"

Molly does not fight it. In fact, he seems thrilled with her demanding behavior. His tail swipes out to push against a certain box that nearly falls over from the force, carefully pushing it back into the place to prevent them from being discovered.

It simply would not do if their fun ended so soon, would it? She's got some time before she has to go out there, there are a few acts before her, and he can hear the oo and awws from the crowd that lets him know that the likelihood of them being discovered is very low.

Still, there's a certain thrill in the possibility.

Her shameless and desperate action stirs arousal within him, his body reacting to her that has him wanting to grind his cloth covered cock against her and so he gives into that feeling, especially when she grabs his horns.

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“isn’t that the thing? you’ve said it yourself: you were a teenager,” the gaze of THE HUNTRESS narrowed; it did not waver in the heat of the tension. “so why the hell are you still PUNISHING that kid like you could’ve miraculously known better?”