𝔖𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱-𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔯

𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ✨🌱TEMP PINNED🌱✨ 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒

“Hm? Oh am I aglow again? Don’t mind it; happens from time to time…”

“WHOS A GOOD BOY!” Big hug and scritches time!

She’s trying on an old outfit, from her days battling the Gloam Eyed Queen and when she first appeared in the Mountain Top of the Giants. It’s a hornsent garb… it hurts to wear now… Yet… it’s also the outfit she wore while pregnant with her firstborns… Love and agony.

in the gaol. straight up "lamenting it". and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. My peanits

She misses her dogs…

I’ll take you on walkies if you do~

So clear your schedule~

“Well…~” She giggled lustfully and lightly slapped her face with the meat. “Strip, then suck.” She commanded, with a maternal dominant tone, but her motherly gentleness still audible.

You heard me.

Marika purred softly. It wasn’t overly huge. It was warm and had some weight to it. Pulsing softly in her hands and leaking precum onto her face. It smelt of wheat and fresh berries. “If it’s too much, just say so dear, I don’t mind just having a visual aid.”

//Forget gay panic, I’d have gay spontaneous combustion. Vaporised on the spot.

Google: How to explain to your creation that you’re extremely pent up and miss your partners and kind of just need to rail someone for a few weeks?

Her hand left her cock to cup her cheek and turn her face towards her. “You have such beautiful eyes… but you should mind your tongue, since the only thing here that can assist me…” She moved forward so her cock rested on the girl’s face. “Would be thee~” Sweet maternal giggle.

Google: How to stop bending over your knights in the middle of a battle because you can hear it clapping while they do their combat arts.

Passing by she spots the scene. With the smell of wheat and fresh berries, and a wave of the golden seal glowing on her palm, the slash neatly knits itself closed. No need for bloodshed in the golden capital where all are welcome.

She smiled softly. “Good girl.” Eagerly stroking, the head dripping as she throbbed. “I just had to deal with a number of boring entitled nobles, I’m rather pent up and a pretty face kneeling in prayer was too hard to resist… forgive me?”