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rough sketch of some zelda and midna outfit designs for a pic I'm working on!
both are very heavily based on Burgundian styles from the mid/late 1400s

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janet knows you taste sweet.
but something that came remotely as sweet as you? honey.
“come on…” she drawled with half lidded eyes, voice low and wrapped in velvet, “i’ll take care of you…”
you and janet were shed to your second skins, back resting against the fluffy pillows as she laid on her stomach, her palm splayed across your stomach as the other was intertwined with your fingers. her chin rested on your hip bone, using only her eyes to lure you in.
“i just… i don’t know…” you chewed on your bottom lip, her thumb nervously rubbing against her knuckles.
“if you’re worried about the sheets… you know i don’t care about that,” she pressed her lips to the hem of your panties, “and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. just give me the word, ‘kay lovie?”
when you propped yourself up to meet her eyes— this woman was starving. and you felt selfish for making her wait any longer.
as soon as a hushed okay left your lips, she grinned. she stood to her full height, the dimmed lights defining her toned figure. you unconsciously licked your lips, eyes tracking the soft jiggle of her body as she walked to her nightstand, pulling out a honey packet.
oh, so she had this in mind for a while.
she slid back onto the silky sheets, tugging your hips closer. the weight of her breasts pressed agasint the mattress, giving you a perfect view of cleavage it was unfair. carefully, she unwrapped you like you were sacred, something precious. after giving your dampened panties a hearty inhale, she tossed them to the slide.
she tore the packet with her pearly whites, spitting the excess plastic before pouring the honey straight onto your pulsing clit. the coolness made your thighs twitch. she watched the golden syrup drip down your core, mixing with your own sweet nectar. janet admired you like a prized possession. you looked delectable— spread out like fucking treat, miles of unmarked creamy skin for her to ravish on, twisted brows, and those perfect breast spilling from your bra. you grasped onto the sheets for impact as she cupped the back of your thighs, feet behind her shoulders.
slowly and surely, she licked a slow stripe from bottom to top. a tear nearly escaped the corner of her eye— this is the best thing she’s tasted all week. the moans that escaped you both were pornographic. a filthy string connected her lips to your core as she looked up for reassurance, “this okay?”
your back involuntarily arched and your fingers immediately found their wait to her hair, “m-more than okay… keep going…”
she didn’t waste anytime. her palm kneaded hour breast through the lace as her tongue glided through your folds. she moaned into your heat, and encouraged you to rock into your face.
“mmm janet…” you whimpered, your body twisting from the overwhelming pleasure, “m’ feels so good…”
her low hum vibrated through you. she planted her hands on your hips to keep you from moving. you whined when she pulled away, which quickly tuned into a moan when she squeezed the rest of the packet on your aching pussy. janet squeezed her thighs together before diving right back in. squelch! she lapped at your slick folds, soft hands massing your thighs. when her lips wrapped your pearl, you nearly arched off the bed.
the thick haze of lust consumed you and janet.
you felt that familiar heat pool low in your stomach, like a spiral threatening to uncoil. in tandem, her mouth danced with the sensual rock of your hips. most of the times she’d lock her eyes wit yours, but she was so lost in she she kept them closed. all you could do was tug her self and write under her grip, moaning her name and little pleads. her tongue darted into the tightness of your hole, introducing even more honey for her to lick clean. if janet was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.
safe to say, you will be trying this out again.
tears streaming down my face, gagging and slapping at her thighs but she just smiles down at me, takes a picture to show me later and continues fucking my throat "mommy cant stop baby...you're just so pretty like this"
no it’s urgent i literally need to sit on your lap and grind on your thigh until i make a mess on it with my wetness i really do

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