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rough sex starter sentences

“Come here and get on your knees. Show me how much of me you can swallow.” “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.” “We don’t need a safe word. You should handle everything I want to give you…” ”That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. We DO need a safe word.” “What was that? You don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” “You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. Can’t you handle it?” “Look at you lying there all used… Do you think you’re ready for more?” “I don’t care whether you can take it. I will do it anyway and you’ll love it.” “Open up wide.” “Don’t you dare move. Did I tell you you could?” “Oh good, does that hurt?” “You will listen to every single word I say. If you don’t… then I’ll tie you up and I’ll leave you here desperate.” “Harder! Harder!” “Don’t stop now!” “I don’t care whether it will hurt. I just want it.” “I can’t wait to see you covered in the bruises I’ll mark you with.” “Not a sound, do you understand? You have to be absolutely quiet, or I will make you want to scream even louder.” “I would’ve prepared you for this if you’d not been begging for me to fuck you.” “You should see your face right now…” “I told you I was going to make you regret saying yes to this.” “Is that all you’ve got? That hardly hurt. Well, I guess it’s my turn now.” “You’re here for my pleasure, not the other way round. Do you understand, slave?!” “Tell me how much you want me and I’ll give you more than you can handle. That’s the game we’re playing now, honey.” “Don’t complain. I could’ve tied you up in even less comfortable positions.” “Oh, look at you. All tied up and ready to be fucked.” “What’s that? I can’t hear what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth.” “I’m not done yet! Spread your legs and lie the fuck still until I tell you to move!” “Oh this hurts, does it? I want you to beg for even more.” “Just count down with me and if you make it to zero without squirming, I’ll stop hurting you.” “This is about control and you’re definitely not going to have any.” “Show me you can follow orders and I’ll be a lot nicer, love.”

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“A storm to match my rage would be appropriate, though indoors weather is very rare, and I feel like that might draw too much attention.” There is a playfulness behind her sadness, something she has yet to lose, even though this world is so different to her.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will do nothing to harm you.” What would she gain from that? Nothing. She needs the First Enchanter to believe her, after all, or staying here would be all for naught. “Oh dear, and I forget they are in such a barbaric language, too.”

She plucks one from the shelf, gently thumbing through it. “Haggard. See? Such an ugly word! The common tongue now does little to flow off of it. I can’t even imagine what poetry must sound like.”

“Catch your breath, collect your thoughts, ease your own fervent and addled heart – a moment can be more if you let it.” Eluvians. A word both familiar but vague. Perhaps it only sounded familiar because Orsino cannot, for the life of him, remember a lot of the Dalish language. He often gets their words for eternal sleep and the name of their once empire confused. And in a second of black humor long ago, he supposed they were one in the same now. “As you wish. Tonight.” The words come out terse and unsure. He is still skeptical of just how genuine she is and it is showing more than he’d like. However, he is relieved that she promised to yield, should she decide to stay. And if she is a mage like him or the others caged in the Circle, she won’t have a choice. The thought of her claims being real has him interested and curious enough to give her the benefit of a doubt, however.  “I haven’t, in my possession, anything that will invoke the Templars ire, my dear. It’s all tomes and books on magical theory and tactic, arcanic uses beyond traditional healing and such and so forth. But you are welcome to pick from the bookcase.”

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“I did not ask to be brought back to this hell.

Nor would I have ever---but I am not one that

believes in taking your own life, so I suppose I

will have to work toward a brighter future, however

impossible it may seem.” And is.

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@turadh

“I am the only goddess you will ever need.

                                    So leave your Maker at the door, Orsino.

                                                                      Because he would never say your name like a prayer.”

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indie ancient elven oc from the series dragon age

oc friendly & crossover friendly

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What's the raunchiest thing you've ever thought about when looking at someone you just met?

“I would let him call me mother in bed and I wouldn’t even correct that baby faced son of a bitch.”

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NFSW ANON HOUR

send my muse nsfw related questions and they HAVE to answer them

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“Who do I have to mate with to get a decent

vintage red? Pantheon save us all, humans can be

so hopeless.”

         “ If that is the case, then I suggest taking a break for sure.            I suggest the tavern. Though, the wine that they keep            is not the best.” 

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Hand waves. “I’m worth ten of your Circle

mages, if not more. I am not being reckless;

I know what I am capable of.” Of course handling

lyrium is dangerous for any mage, but she is taking

precautions. “Though I will take a break soon, I think.

My eyes are growing tired.”

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        “ All I ask is that you are careful.           I am sure that you are more than            capable of handling yourself, but            with a lack of mages around, I would            prefer you to be careful. ” 

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“ And the shit end was enough for the Dalish to wear the markings of elvehn slaves as their acknowledgment of their so called freedom. A truly sad thing.” Life is not fair, nor is the consequences of war, and she knows that first hand. “But perhaps the meaning has changed over time...strange as that may be. I feel very far removed from every elf I meet. Another sad thing, though I suppose inevitable.”

          ❛ yes, being on the shit end of two wars will do that to a culture. ❜  it’s difficult to remember millennia of history when most, if not any, evidence of it was razed from the face of thedas. all they had were stories and fables — fragments of fragments. but fenriel has no interest in the past; it is about as much use to him as the empty gods his sister so dutifully places her faith in.

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“T’is none of my business if you do wish to take it. The Dalish oft like to wander

into places like this, trying to piece together a past that they have, for the

most part, forgotten.” Even now, this one wears the markings of a slave. How

odd it is, the way times change things.

                   ❛ a relic, actually. not to TAKE or anything. ❜ little did he know he was speaking to one. clearly, the woman was of the People, but this place was awfully remote for a city elf and she had no vallaslin to suggest that she might be dalish. 

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She kisses his forehead & tucks a strand of hair

behind his ear. “You’re sweet, da’len. I truly appreciate

the gift. What shall I do in return, though? I dislike only

being given gifts.”

     “ Think of it as a gift, please.         I insist.” 

  Spoiling her already, Amb.   Tsk  tsk.

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“Oh please, darling, don’t trouble yourself. I can afford it just find. What is his price?”

     “ From what I could tell, yes.         Paying a pretty penny for him,         though it’s worth it if I get a traveling         partner.” 

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“Gods yes.” Mounts of the reptilian variety never sat

well with her----she much prefers fuzzy animals rather

than scaly, feathered ones. “Does this man treat the beast

well?”

      “ So I know you are not fond of the dracolisk, but          in my errands, I found a man willing to sell a hart.          Would you prefer that over Ares?”

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I heard you were sleeping with a Magister, of all people.

“Would you like to join us?”

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Send me a very scandalous rumor about my muse to see how they would react.

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“One can only worry for so long before they begin to develop gray hairs. Thankfully, I was born with them.” She grins, shrugging a little. “What’s a moment going to do? It does not make the pain any less.” Letting out a sigh, she shakes her head. “I wish I had taken up those shape shifting lessons from my mother. But no, I thought they eluvians were enough.”

Maybe, if she’s lucky, one day she’ll be able to find her eluvian again. It had been a beautiful thing, silver and gold framed, but she doubts that it still stands. If it does, the Imperium may have fouled it up with their rituals.

“Tonight then. If you have no qualms, I will speak to you more freely then. Even stone walls feel too thin.” Too thin for what she wants to speak of---besides, the old spirits that she knows still live are there---and if she cannot convince him, perhaps they will.

“And after that, if I decide to remain, then I will give them my blood.” Though gods save the poor bastards that try to hunt her down. They wouldn’t stand a chance. “Angry as I am, there are children here.” Estrasa smiles at him warmly and motions toward his books. “Would you mind if I borrowed one? Nothing that would make the Templars throw a fit---just something to pass the time.”

He can’t respond. Not at first, anyway. She is older, a scolding from him, treating her as no better than the prideful young’in’s that are dragged to the Circle will not result in much. Orsino tried to get them to understand before the Templars force them to – and pride is beaten out of the many, many who cling to it. He clasps his hands, preparing to at least make her understand that the entire Circle should not be punished because of her insubordination, when she continues, and his brows furrow as she does so. She is either in a delusion brought on from malnutrition and dehydration from being out in the world for so long … or she is being truthful. Alarmingly truthful. Her expression is not the one of someone who is trying to deceive him. Demons rarely spent more than ten seconds on their feeble attempts at tugging heartstrings. He will have to ask her to at least pretend to behave some other time. The apprentices and Enchanters will not suffer because of pride. The compliment earns a brief smile, but it fades quickly. “I don’t recall calling you a liar. I am – wary, is all. Unwarranted, perhaps, but it is my nature.” Worry. Weary. Question, fret, it didn’t matter. He was always doing something that let his imagination fly free. And not in the fun way, either. “I’m… sorry, if my behavior brought up such memories. It was not my intention. Do you need a moment?”