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Oh, now wouldn't that be a sight to see? Though he has never done it, watching her try to relieve those desires sounds quite...entertaining. Though he doubt he would have the patience to sit and let her do it for long, oh no. She smells far too sweet for him not to have a taste. A low purr. —

'' 𝘉𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘔𝘌, 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍. '' 《No minors | N/SFW | Detailed RPer》

Oh, that only gives him more ideas. He is a creative creature. There are many ways to hunt and stalk prey, after all. One such method is simply stalking them to exhaustion. He wonders how 'exhausted' she will be at the end of a week of this 'stalking'. Well, he isn't cruel...but he would love to —

As if that isn't what she does currently to begin with. He spurs her on with his odd manners of affection, and she's left a breathless mess. It's quite cute and one of many reasons why he loves her so dearly.~ He's done teasing for now. Mere minutes of testing her patience...imagine days of this.

⌜ O- O- OVERDRIVE .ᐟ.ᐟ ⌟

❤️ + 🔄 + 🖼 for a rating from the lovely lady~.♡

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘈𝘚 𝘈 𝘚𝘈𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘍𝘐𝘊𝘌. 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘖𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘚 𝘈𝘕 𝘜𝘕𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘠. ᪥⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

He snatched that wounded hand, tongue lapping at the blood that built up on that wounded digit. A slow, teasing wrap of slick flesh before returning to his mouth. And here he was giving meager fantasies. What will she do when he starts getting hands on?

Oh? He saw her twitch. They've hardly started, and her patience is wearing thin already? Is the idea of being wrapped up and used like a toy in a dark corner enough to break her determination? The idea of being enveloped and only capable of thinking and feeling him?~

Oh, then perhaps he should bind her in his shadows. Test her limits when everything is deprived from her. The only sensations being what he gives, the scent and taste of him and the infinite black....

Being well and pinned under his claws. Less than prey but devoured equally as such. Claws digging into her thighs, fangs into her shoulder, growling her name in the way she absolutely craves, all to ruin her stamina further. Filled, exhausted, and used. Rinse, repeat. How many days will she last?~

Can she wait? Is the thought of being filled to bursting not enough? The feeling of that slick tongue splitting her in half? The smooth texture of flesh reaching and stimulating every inch of her endlessly needy core? Oh, but what if it was something different? Maybe a knot would be much...

The Mad Scientist and Animal Lover, Tauriel-ithil Tauriel is a 28 year old demon at 4'11. She is known for her eery aura and knowledge on various poisons. She likes to spoil people with the money she gets from selling poisons and antidotes on the black market

If that is the case... That tongue is withdrawn, sliding affectionately along her throat... She will wait patiently for another kiss. Left simmering in her fantasies will make the gratification all the sweeter, yes?

Postpone the idea of children for a while. At least, until she can be trained— i mean...learn how to be patient. He will be an ample teacher, rest assured.~

The only issue that may come is if she became suddenly fertile. Their...endless nights may make a few too many litters. There wouldn't be enough hands to handle so many younglings. Such a busy nest...would they have time to enjoy things like this?

Insatiable wife. Be blessed that he is never tired or fatigued. Once again, he will have to find the limits to stamina and magic. Even if it leaves a scar or two. But knowing his lovely lamb, scars would likely make her all the more excitable.

'Lips' don't even have to meet. The length for that tongue allowed him to loom over her before letting the familiar, slick appendage slide so easily down his wife's familiar throat. Such a needy mate.~

If she asks nicely and opens wide. He knows how much she enjoys his 'kisses'.

Oh? Perhaps he should use it more often. See how many sleepless nights she has before she needs to experience it first hand all over again.

Of course she does. He would be a poor lover if he didn't give her every possible experience.~

♡~

Hm... Sinday events... He sticks out his tongue...and there's more tongue...and there's MORE tongue...oh sweet cosmos is like a silvery tentacle—

Hm... Sinday events... He sticks out his tongue...and there's more tongue...and there's MORE tongue...oh sweet cosmos is like a silvery tentacle—

Quietly packing some herbal tea... He has no need of it, and he has a feeling someone else with an unquieted mind will need it.

How adorable.~ That heated press of that hardness between her legs...he was fully aware of how she was feeling, and he had every intention of enjoying and relieving her. After all, he 'accidentally' got her into this situation, fufu.~

Now, he could focus on marking what was his all over again. Claws lightly raked against flesh, a glow growl rumbling in his chest. "Now that I know this, I ought to make sure no one uses such a thing against you." Translated, he's saying that he's the only one who gets to enjoy her like this.

He was sure she wouldn't mind him slicing those pesky layers off of her... Yes, they weren't needed. Claws dug unto cloth, to easily slicing it into ribbons, though careful not to harm his beloved. "You seem to enjoy it regardless." That muzzle pressed into her shoulder, another long breath...

"It was raised by a sun goddess. So it may be a touch strong." How cute. He let out a low chuckle, deciding to let her choose how they would proceed. Enjoy a high for a little bit, relax here purring...or perhaps something else.

Such a new form also yields new things to explore. The pressing of a familiar length beneath her should be indication enough. Shadows lengthened, and mug seemed to slide out from the dark. It was...quite fragrant.

"Such slander from my own wife." Not slander if it's true. "I did not such thing." Liar. He's playing with her, of course. "I may still have some of that tea if you would like to try some."

"She told me it was one of her favorites." Well, it's technically true. He's playing oblivious. Merely holding her, enveloping her in that scent. "I had no reason to argue.~"

He totally wasn't deliberately letting those heavy breaths dust directly into her space. And he totally didn't burn some of that divine catnip to have the scent cling to his pelt | skin | scales. "It was a gift from my Sister. She enjoys quite a variety of herbal teas."

"𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯... 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐊𝐈.

♡~ A long, slow breath directly into her face. Sun goddess catnip made into tea. Quite strong, exceptionally delicious.

Catnip tea. A now feline wife. How will she react to the scent of it on his breath...?

It is hardly slander if it is true, Knowing Sister.

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝙇𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙂𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 ★·.·´¯`·.·★ ❝𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝙢𝙚.❞ ★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘠𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

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And his Sister is enslaved to a nature to know all things. It is her life's work. They will get along swimmingly.

//My poor fear has been neglected for a lil too long xD