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๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ-๐๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ก๐๐ซ.
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"...I see. Sorry you had to see me in such a state.~"
Maeve grinned back, taking her hand away from her bulge, leaving it wide open for gawking eyes.
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"So, what might you be suggesting here, exactly~?"
Beyond the door, she found Maeve seated on a little chair, legs spread, hand gently massaging the more than visible bulge in her robes. Gently squeezing as it throbbed.
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"Huh..? Did I not lock the doors today..? Hmm. Well, now that you're here... What may I help you with?"
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๐๐ข๐.. ๐๐ต'๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ... ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ...
Your favorite shopkeep is having trouble in the back room... Won't you be a dear and check up on her~?
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#SeductiveSunday
You walk normally through the market, until, a tall mage gently captures your attention...
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๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐๐ช๐ด๐ด. ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ... ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.แฃ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ.~
Whenever Maeve sets her gaze on someone, her attempts will be unrelenting until she's gotten what she wants; usually a step further than many.
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๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ... ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.~
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#SeductiveSunday
A sneak peek on what you'd find below Maeve's robes.
Quite comfortable, even if, it doesn't cover the ๐๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ between her legs at all.
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"๐๐ฉ.แฃ ๐๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.แฃ ๐๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ... ๐๐ด๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.~"
As intimidating as she may be at first glance... You'd be surprised with her hospitality.~
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"๐๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ... ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐น, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ..."
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๐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต... ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ.~ ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.~
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ุฬฒุฬฒโ ๐ฌ๐๐
๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต โือโธ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐๐๐
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐๐ ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐
๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ โโโ โ ุฬฒุฬฒโ
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"๐๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ..."
Warmth coursed through your palm, as Maeve read your divination. Not because of magic; but because of her hold on you.
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"A hardship is bound to come soon... But worry not. A distant star, will lend its aid..."
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๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ..~ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ... ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต.~ ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด... ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ.แฃ ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต'๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ.~
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#TittyTuesday
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๐๐ฎ๐ฎ... ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ.~
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Maeve visited the market, stocking up in some wares. What a fortuitous sight to delight your eyes with.~
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๐ ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ... ๐๐ฉ.แ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ... ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ~.แฃ
You've caught Maeve in the middle of an incantation...
"๐๐ฉ๐บ, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด. ๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ.~"
During slow days, Maeve can't help but let her mind wander.
That gorgeous lady that came in yesterday... How her breasts heaved with every breath, the view of her behind flexing and jiggling with her step...
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๐๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ'๐ด ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ~
The cerulean gleam in her iris stares right into your soul. Sweat runs down her curves, as her exhales puff up little clouds that remain close to her.
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๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ... ๐๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ... ๐๐ฆ๐ต'๐ด ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.~
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She might be seen outside, gathering herbs.
If you do see her, don't hesitate to say hi! Some company might earn you a witch's favor.~
๐๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ~
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๐๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ'๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ... ๐๐น๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ด... ๐ข ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ.~
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The familiar chime on the door rings. Her attention is brought up from a book on the counter, bright cerulean eyes darting straight. Lips tugged into a sly smile.
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๐๐ฉ, ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ.~ ๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ต, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ... ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ.แฃ~ xitter.cf/TheAllStitcher/status/โฆ




















