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bakerstreet2023-12-20 07:14 pm
inborn) wrote in bakerstreet2023-12-20 07:14 pm
[ Sure, yeah, why not? Giving or receiving. She's an alien, who says she can't have a dick/xenogenitals? ]
[Definitely receiving, can be his first or first one of the day--Am open to plotting that out.]
[Guilty of a throatfucking kink, so she's on the giving side. Can be broken in for the first time for giving head, or this could be a regular thing.]
[ She couldn't believe what she was doing right now... Her, Olga Discordia, proud pure blooded dark elf and ruler of Eostia's northern region, reduced to nothing more than the level of a servant. Perhaps even less than that, as she wasn't the only dark elf within his clutches. Of course, Olga regularly touted her superiority given she wasn't a half-breed... and gained a fair amount of "correction" as retribution for her arrogance.
Arrogance that did it's best to be on display even while her soft, plump lips were wrapped around the legendary wizard's shaft. Her back was laid upon the floor of the forest the two found themselves in, just outside of a makeshift campsite, and she was doing less sucking than she was functioning as a flesh and blood onahole for Dark Schneider to pump his hips into with reckless abandon.
Her mind may have claimed to dislike being so humiliated so often, but given the outfit she regularly wore it was hard to hide the stain that had already formed on the front of her thong. ]
Arrogance that did it's best to be on display even while her soft, plump lips were wrapped around the legendary wizard's shaft. Her back was laid upon the floor of the forest the two found themselves in, just outside of a makeshift campsite, and she was doing less sucking than she was functioning as a flesh and blood onahole for Dark Schneider to pump his hips into with reckless abandon.
Her mind may have claimed to dislike being so humiliated so often, but given the outfit she regularly wore it was hard to hide the stain that had already formed on the front of her thong. ]
( receiving. fine if outis has a strap or a cock. prefer 21+ partners for this, further info and kinks are in her journal! )
Olga Discordia | Kuroinu ~Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru~ | OTA
defiledqueen
2023-12-21 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
(OOC: I'm not familiar with the canon so ignore me, or suggest something else if this doesn't work for the character, but how would the dark elf queen like to punish a captured human knight who caught her eye by making him choke on her cock?)
ooc: m/f or m/m and giving or receiving is welcome
[Receiving, most definitely.]
[Receiving, see journal for limits and etc.]
[[Giving. If you don't mind something like futanari she can receive too.]]
[ Want settles over him like a warm haze, clouding the edges of his thoughts. It's risky to do this here and now when that convoy of police cars is still blazing away only a few streets down, but that only adds to the excitement. His heart is already pumping with adrenaline, and now there's something much dirtier coursing through his veins with it, something that buzzes against his skin with every inhale that fills his nose with the scent of smoke. It clings to Dabi as naturally as one might detect exertion and sweat, and maybe some would cringe away from the bitter sting of it, but Tomura finds it as intoxicating as the flames that stick this smell to their hair, their clothing, all around them.
He ignores the cigarette butts and stray advertisements littered on the sidwalk as he drops to his knees. His fingers follow Dabi's arm all the way down, ending at his hand where Tomura laces them together just to feel the feverish heat of Dabi's skin, the warmth still lingering in those surgical staples. His free hand lands on the waistband and makes quick work of the belt and fly (and he only manages to make this look easy thanks to several rounds of practice), and he presses his palm to the growing arousal between Dabi's legs.
He turns his eyes upward, leaning in just enough for his smirking lips to brush against the last thin piece of cloth that separates them. ]
You really made quick work of those guys, hm? Think you bought enough time to get off?
He ignores the cigarette butts and stray advertisements littered on the sidwalk as he drops to his knees. His fingers follow Dabi's arm all the way down, ending at his hand where Tomura laces them together just to feel the feverish heat of Dabi's skin, the warmth still lingering in those surgical staples. His free hand lands on the waistband and makes quick work of the belt and fly (and he only manages to make this look easy thanks to several rounds of practice), and he presses his palm to the growing arousal between Dabi's legs.
He turns his eyes upward, leaning in just enough for his smirking lips to brush against the last thin piece of cloth that separates them. ]
You really made quick work of those guys, hm? Think you bought enough time to get off?
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