belialedge: (someone help him)
Ragna=the=Bloodedge ([personal profile] belialedge) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2024-07-18 07:24 am (UTC)

[ It's like a release for him. To loosen his inhibitions when that soft moan of hers escapes and her sweetened grin reaches his periphery when he whispers how badly he was going to have her. The only issue? Was that if last time was any indication, he didn't know if he was going to know when to stop. If Hilda's mind was being deliciously poisoned with the euphoria of being bred however...than that wasn't going to be a problem, now was it? Ah, to be the wolf in this equation. But with how hard he was thinking of fucking into her, there wasn't going to need to be any knot for how deliciously deep he was going to keep himself inside of her. The fact that his mind was ahead of their bodies was telling in how far gone he was becoming at a breakneck pace.

He wasn't even a Spade, yet the risk of getting caught was at war with how possessive he found himself becoming of her. There was time to think of this very abrupt yet addictive meetingโ€” maybe even do right by her when they could think straight. But right now, as her fingers skim the waistband of his trunks, his skin tickling beneath her flirting caress while she urges him to work up a little sweat... ]


Keep talking and I'm just gonna bend you over right here...

[ Whether Ragna gets those bikini bottoms of hers off in time or not, just pushing that crotch of her pretty number to the side, hardly mattered to him when words were starting to get more difficult to come by in his lust-addled brain. It's a good thing then, that when he feels her smaller hand teasing and brushing over the growing swell of his shorts, that instinct guides him to betray his words, urging her to get up with him proper as he leads her off. In what he can only hope is where he remembers his bungalow to be... ]

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[ ...only to prove Hilda's point, making it literally as far as around the back of the oversized booth where they were serving the rabbit skewers in the first place. The hustle and bustle of business is the thinnest veil of protection they have on the other side of the wall he's currently got Hilda's buxom little body pressed up against, the weight of his cock filling out against her stomach through the increasingly taut bulge of his swimming trunks. All the while a heated sigh looses from those lips of his, one of those hands of his on the swell of her breasts, squeezing with an urgent need as he's moments away from flipping her around and bending her over like he promised earlier. ]

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