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β¨οΈ Mun Fact: My icon border is my own creation, and a majority of the picture icons inside it are a template that I go back to and draw on an expression I want. I also have two separate duplicate icon templates for nsfw expressions and Radio Demon ones too.
πΊοΈ Muse Fact: Alastor is a bottom and prefers to let his partner be the dominate one to lead. Only in an intimate setting, however.
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βIβm not stopping until youβre carrying every last drop of me.β
"oh?" a breath of amusement leaves her lips in a huff, brows raising in surprise at the words before a slow grin takes to her lips, she's reveling in the idea. "yeah?" daiyu asks, leaning closer, "think you can keep that promise, lover boy?" she breathes, eyes drooping, looking at the other through long lashes.
she shifts, leaning back in her seat, "you think you can do it?" she asks, palm pressed into her navel, taunting . . . teasing . . . legs shifting to open just a bit as if to invite jovanni in. she shudders at the thought of being filled. "gonna fill me up to the point i'm leaking your cum?" she asks.
Breaks into her room and throws her over his shoulder. "I DEMAND MY FUTURE WIFE FOR LOVE MAKING."
"Eep!"
Coronis didn't really have much to say, picked up from her embroidery and hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Jovanni! Really?"
Her face went a little warm. He was discreet about their personal time at the Duke's house but the staff was quite aware she had as regular a period of lovemaking as the most intimate of couples.
She sighed, resigning herself to abscond to his place for another rigorous evening. "I can walk-
She had been home a few days now. When she had been brought back to the castle, she had looked quite a fright, with blood and bruises everywhere along her torn gown. She had clung to her knight, terrified of separating herself from him again. It was the loss of blood that had her falling unconscious and finally sleeping while physicians worked on her.
When she woke, she didn't dare leave her chambers. She hardly let anyone in her rooms, scared that someone might be her betrayer and have her kidnapped again. Her sleep was wrought with nightmares that left her too frightened to sleep. Her only solace was knowing Jovanni was there.
By the week's end, she was pacing her chambers, a blanket tightly wrapped around her shoulders to stave off her shaking. Her nightmares had returned tenfold, and nothing she tried could erase them from her mind. She walked to her door, unlocked it, and peeked out to see Jovanni just outside her door, like always.
"Please, will you come in?" She asked, her voice soft, though her eyes were devoid of any emotion.
"Is that why you're up so late around here tonight?" Alastor was one to talk, he'd go for days without sleeping sometimes, if...the night terrors were too much. Not that he wasn't awake now, either. "And may I ask what your mind decided to get itself stuck on, darling?"
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Coronis wasn't sure where they'd gone. She smelled the sea, perhaps Envy or Greed? But during the car ride she'd somehow fainted. She suspected Seir or the Marquis had something to do with it.
The palace they were sequestered in was gothic, highly chilling. And the worst was yet to come.
"You fucking tramp!"
Coronis curled in on herself, sheiding her stomach and ribs, by the Marquis Andras seemed to be in enough of his own mind to focus on the face and legs, punching and kicking angrily. Sir just sat nearby and watched, having taken up a smoke with a long cigarette holder that reeked of sweetness.
Perhaps to get ahead of the courts, a blood test was already waiting. It showed much more than Seir's biological relationship.
"I might not have gotten your mother to confess who the father was-" Andras snarled, pulling her up by the hair. "-but I swear to Satan I won't fail to make you tell!!"
"Andras. Calm yourself." Seir said, though his tone was indifferent. Coronis huffed and puffed in Andras's vice grip as the Marquis stopped at the Prince's command. "We have something of a image to maintain if we're going to continue getting the better of Astaroth. Which means maintaining the lady's image. Put her down."
Andras chittered angrily, like an enraged peacock, but threw her down to the floor and left her curled up there. Coronis felt she'd only scarcely escaped harm to the baby, and cradled her belly protectively as the two lords spoke.
"I had suspected Astaroth of being her lover at first-" Seir admitted. "-but considering he was moving forward on adoption rather than marriage, I'm no longer inclined to believe the child is his. Though we should keep that as a front in case the courts side with him for custody."
"Not even married yet-" Andras huffed and puffed, feathers rising on his skin, pouring himself a cold glass of white wine. "-and she's just like her mother, spreading her legs for any Tom, Dick and Harry-"
Andras rambled on as Seir let his eyes linger on Coronis. She was battered but seemed to have retreated to a state of self protection. Perhaps his plans had gone somewhat awry, but given he was about to become a grandfather as well as a father, he was more interested in seeing how far he could go, how much entertainment he could squeeze from her and Astaroth before the ploy grew too dull.
"....for the time being, we remain quiet. Astaroth will ruin his own claim with that hot temper of his." Seir said. "I suggest we lay low and leave no trace for the time being. The child could be useful in a future argument if used correctly."
Coronis felt sick to her stomach, even as servants arrived to carry her away. She could hear a lock click into place after the door closed behind her, and her expression was defeated and grey. She sat in an armchair, looking out the window. But it was so dark, and all she could hear were waves crashing up on the sides of the palace, even reaching her window.
And she felt that her fears, the black omen, had been realized. For now.
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"Mhf!- quit... trying to... distract me.." the Cow muttered out between kisses. Seemed like Jovanni found cow in their office, trying to find some way to reverse this potion. Turns out getting repeatedly cream pied in made the effects permanent... Though, that didnt seem to be in issue for Jovanni.
Deapite Roys protest she was hugging him tight. His head between her giant tits as she begrudgingly made out with him.