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I'll get you screaming 'till 5 in the morning

whoopsie- imagine your new addiction is your werebear cursed bodyguard- or maybe it's worse than a simple addiction...

Goes well with Love Me by Ex Habit. Just. FYI.

There was no getting Amon Thomas Clermont out of her head.

She tried to distract herself by spending time with her serving staff. Surely the feeling of family ties and close friends would take her mind off of the mysterious man? After all, she’d known them all almost her entire life: they knew how to distract her or at least in some cases, how to get under her skin and throw her thoughts around wildly. Well, that didn’t help. After she continued distracted thoughts wondering what Amon was up to, Essätha felt sure that Carthanza Medirah would help. She was an amazing friend; and their conversations were often intelligent, thought-provoking, and profound. The other noblewoman was intense and sharp; surely she’d snap her out of any impulsive daydreamed fantasies?

Instead when she grew too distracted the Tiefling woman would snap at her- politely, trying to reign her back in to the present. Essie wondered if perhaps the Lioness of the South was actually going just a little easy on her from her usual response to such disrespect and scattered thoughts. If she was, it was only out of a sincere sympathy for what she had been through, perhaps thinking that she was still lost in the assault she’d survived. The Carthanza she knew would not hesitate to; even being a good friend, give her full thoughts.

It mattered not, in the end. Their exchange did not, or could not, seem to wipe the man from her thoughts. Aero Swiftfoot themself had informed her that he wasn’t giving her the full truth of who he was. It made her more hesitant, but it wasn’t much different than what she already knew about him: which was effectively, close to nothing.

Yet he consumed her thoughts. The way he grew flush under a sincere compliment that took him off guard, his crooked smile, the feeling of his brawny arms around her.

There was something wrong with her. This man warned her he wasn’t safe. He was under the impression that he was cursed; and not just the werebear inside. He had snapped her; partly transforming into the animal that he had no control over unlike her own shift- and somehow that wasn’t even the worst of his supposed ‘curse’.

The lack of knowing who he was or where he came from; only that he showed up at the most opportune time with his many faults, should be a bright red flag. It should set her on edge. It should make her uneasy and weary of him, or at least, keep a respectable distance. Acquaintances. Her an employer to her employee. Anything personal should be off the table entirely.

She had hoped that supper would shake him out of her head. Yet even after the sweet treat of dessert, she couldn’t help but feel a longing for a different sort of second-helping.

Would she have asked him to stay, if not for her father’s expressed approval that he would make a good personal bodyguard? What if Abagail hadn’t bonded with him so fiercely, too? What if he hadn’t saved her in the first place and she merely met him?

She couldn’t say. But then she imagined those dark blue eyes staring back at her, and goosebumps rose up and down her arms. There was an undeniable energy between them. An attraction.

He felt like fire and water clashing all at once. Strength, anger, ferocity, protection, desire, and energy burned bright in him like a solar flare. Then there was the ocean’s waves: sorrow, hurt, loneliness, longing, passiveness, and security. It was like a constant war surging inside of him, and she was never quite sure which side of him she was going to see. They were real feelings, but they were also masks hiding deeper echoes that he refused to open up about. An isolated, puzzling gentleman who preferred the less-is-better motto when it came to revealing anything about himself.

Who was Amon Thomas Clermont?

And why was she so damn intoxicated by him?

Essätha groaned with frustration. Since retreating to her guest room post-dinner, she couldn’t seem to focus on anything else but him. She’d brought a book to read while they stayed in Aurumval, and it sat still untouched on top of one of the dressers. She’d considered washing some clothes but they’d been at the palace only a full day, that wasn’t necessary. There was the gardens to explore, and the various people she knew around the castle she could speak with still, yet every time she turned for the door she found herself instead pacing the room like a caged animal. She was plagued with indecision and a yearning to go knock on Amon’s door at the idea of escaping her own self-crafted prison to keep away from him.

With a huff the noblewoman reached up and dragged her fingers through the loose black length of her curls. Her mind swirled drunkenly back to the morning, with his hands in her hair. The insistence of his tugging, the panting of his breath as he groaned for her-

Maybe that was it. It was just this- raw sexual tension they shared. That had to be it.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Teeth sinking into her lower lip, Essie’s breath hitched in her lungs. Though she did not peer into a mirror, her pupils flooded out into her golden iris. By the Gods she could feel her legs quaking thinking of all she would be willing to give up just to be pressed up into the man’s bare chest and inhale the aroma of his skin and whatever fragrance he wore.

She was shameless, and her body betrayed her. Her sex ached; she could feel each unintended squeeze of her walls and the heat pooling wet between her legs.

He was in her head. Effecting her like she was still a fresh woman experiencing new things for the first time; hungry to jump in and feel that great O shake her senseless.

Well, she didn’t need him for that. She could give herself that pleasure-

In the back of her mind, the sorceress could almost hear a mockery of laughter that chased down her spine. A flash of his smug grin, like he knew he could make her buckle and bend so easily.

Oh she could definitely give herself what her body craved… Just not in the way he could.

Fuck it. She was desperate- but not so desperate to go begging at his door. But maybe if she initiated and communicated in a different way, he’d come to her willingly and she wouldn’t have to open her mouth and beg…

Maybe, eventually, she would be able to fuck the man out of her head.

Keep dreaming. Like you’re going to forget those pecs, the admiring shine in his eyes, or the strength of his arms around you. Nice try.

The plush blankets cushioned some of the bounce from her mattress as Essätha bounced upon it. There was plenty of room for her to claw her way to the center, but she hoped that wasn’t going to be necessary: she was going to need to get up and be at the door for a visitor. Soon, she hoped.

She flopped onto her back, a huff escaping her lungs. A roll of her hips up; angled towards the heavens, and her hand glided up beneath her blouse. She arched her back, growling with exasperation as the softness of her fingertips against her caramel skin glided up to her bralette. A few more one-handed attempts and finally, blessedly, she managed to snap the hook of it free.

A single sharp yank, and the attire emerged beneath her shirt and flew across the room in a single gesture. She quickly returned to her previous desire, humming with pleasure and parting her lips as her hand slid back where it was, cupping her breast.

Flashes emerged in her mind’s eye. Waking with Amon’s hand against her clothed chest, cupping her in his solid palm just the same. His touch warm, his mouth nuzzled close and hot against her neck. “Fuck.”

She gasped at the recollection alone; desire sizzling from nerve ending to nerve ending as Essie flicked her thumb lightly across the rise of her nipple. Her lips parted; jaw hanging open as a shudder passed through her. The most breathless of noises ushered past her lips as she found herself squirming in the sheets, pretending it was his touch against her body instead of her own.

She could dream.

Her hips rocked, slow and rhythmic, as her fingers continued to pluck and play across her chest, down her midriff, and back up. A self-tease; building up the anticipation. With each pass, she tried to visualize and convince the pleasure skirting along her skin that it wasn’t her touch, but someone else’s. A shock of black hair, the thick curls of a rugged beard, and his height leaning over her as she sank before him.

Soon.

A whimper slithered passed Essätha’s lips, and she finally slipped her hand lower. The tips of her fingers grazed beneath her slacks, and once more her teeth connected with her lip. They scrapped across as full lip as her hand slipped lower over the mound of her sex. Sweet bliss-

“Aaaammmooooooonnn~”

Singing each note and syllable of his name, she moaned with want as her fingers dipped. A hitch caught in her throat once more. By the Goddess she was soaked; her undergarments having a streak of wet along the crotch.

Even as her digits slid along her labia, the satisfaction that scorched her was not enough. She had soft hands; not the ridges and callouses Amon’s had. Her fingers weren’t as thick or as long as she rolled her body up into the plunge of her digit, nor did she feel the same roughness from her thumb strained to circle over her clit.

It wasn’t the same, but it was still good. Damn good. And she was starving for touch. One finger wasn’t going to be enough; it wasn’t going to get her far. She was already straining; lifting entirely into her touch with hunger.

“Oh fuck- Amon- Please-”

She raised her voice intentionally, panting with each whine and warbled gasp. Undulating her hips, Essie stroked herself slowly; pumping her fingers in and out. She stretched her aching walls; swirled and dipped and reached. Her core pulsed with need with each passing, all the while her pussy throbbing, her thumb desperately beginning to rub her clit for extra stimulation and friction.

Like a livewire, her body responded to her own expert touch. She knew the angles she liked by now; had experience finishing herself when others could not. If she really wanted, she could push it; take herself there now. Faster, arch herself more, dig her heels into the bedding, and go for it. Gods she would get there, whimpering and twisting in the sheets-

But she didn’t. She continued to build and stroke her cunt, dragging her fingers in and out and following a gradually increasing rhythm as the fire licked her and built. Her lashes fluttered; eyes rolling back with a moan passing through her, loud and proud. Fuck-

A barely-uttered whisper of draconic, and a brief flicker of vibrations skipped from her fingertips and across her engorged clit. Her reaction is immediate; crying out brief and sharp as pleasure skyrocketed through her. It’s gone too soon; but the high it accelerates through her leaves her breathless.

Fuck she needed more.

“Hnnnn- Ahhhh~ Mmmmph- Ah-Ahmooonnn Amon Amon yes, yessss Gods please-”

In, out, in, out. Sweat ran down her temples and inner thighs. Dampness dappled her forehead and along her chest as she panted for air. Her hips bucked; vividly playing a scenario in her head. Amon leaning over her, toying with her, his hand where hers were instead. The rough, low, growl of his full-bodied voice telling her she was a good girl. His good girl; so greedy for him. Yes she wanted him, yes, yes please- Amon-

She was so lost in her illusion that Essie was unaware that whilst she was thinking herself only to be begging, the hoarse moans and short cries were escaping her. A babble endlessly parting her lips; desire burning her flesh. She was smoldering embers ready to turn inferno; to explode into a finality. Fuck she needed. She wished for him so bad; edging closer and closer but unable to quite catch where she wanted to be, where she needed him to take her.

“Amon, Amon, Amon, Amon-”

The sound of name tasted so good on her lips. The only thing that would be better is if she could mark him with it by searing his name back to his own, renaming him anew.

Amid her feverish reverence as she chanted her guard’s name, a knock suddenly rapped against her door.

Urgent.

Thunderous.

Numerous.

Dazed, Essie snapped out of her daydream with a wheezy breath. Her eyes adjust gradually to the dim lighting of her room once more as she stared in the direction of her door.

The rapping of knuckles once again pound against her door. A distinct growling followed it; but not a single word.

The sound made the hair along her arms stand on end. It bordered on impatient; and it was loud and steady. Strong hands.

Hands that could take her.

Swiping her tongue along her lips, the noblewoman pulled her hand free and pitched herself off the side of her bed and to her feet. Her fingers are still glistening with slickness as she rushed for the door, heart pounding.

A wiser person would have checked the peephole. Lost in ecstasy and confident that only one person could possibly be standing there at the ready, the sorceress unlatched the lock and flung it open.

Amon’s dark cobalt gaze looks at her, surrounded by inky black. His glaze flickered up and down her body once; a rapid there-and-gone before landing upon her face. His chest rose and fell frantically as he took her in with an evident look of want.

Not a word was said.

One moment she is standing there breathing heavy as he is, and the next the door is closed and Amon has her in his arms.

Calling card: received.

His mouth is hot and rough against hers. She can practically taste his lust. Her fingers are dug into his shirt desperately, yanking him closer while pushing herself against the unyielding structure of his chest molded against her own.

Fuck he tasted like an addiction, and she was ready to lose herself to it.

Amon pressed her back into the doorframe, and she nearly melted into limpness as he pinned her in place. Fuck he was so hot, and she was ready for it. She rolled her hips with emphasis to let him know, and the hard shape of his length brushed against her beneath their clothing.

A groan ripped through Amon and against her lips. He tore himself away and grabbed for her arms, snapping them up over her head and into the door.

She gasped, staring at him wide-eyed as her breath escaped her all in a single rush.

He was slower to lean in the second time, taking her lips in a kiss that drained everything and ignited something else. Their moans intermingle against each other; lewd and filthy.

Not a word said, and she was going crazy still with an appetite to match.

Pulling back, his tongue ran over his lips to taste the lingering aftertaste of her mouth. The grip he had on her wrists relaxed, and the snap of his eyes move to her hand. The fingers on her hand she had been touching herself with were still glossy with evidence.

She bit her lip.

He groaned so chest-deep and heavy that she can feel the bass reverberate in her own chest even with whispers of centimeters between them.

Hunger was too weak a word to describe the look in his gaze. He draws her hand closer to his mouth; the cuff of his fingers surprisingly gentle against her. She swallowed; feeling heat all over as her walls flutter whilst she witnesses her fingers slip past his awaiting lips as he sucks her arousal off. His tongue swirls; bathing her digits in saliva instead.

“Fuck,” Essie whimpered weakly.

A rumbling note like a growl passed through his broad chest. A visible shudder moving over his wide shoulders, and he placed a hand to her lower back to bring her in closer.

“I could hear you,” he breathed low. His head lowers until his lips are on the side of her neck, and she has to reach for the edge of the doorframe for added support as her legs almost give out beneath the heat of his mouth, the brush of his tongue, the tug of his teeth against her sensitive skin.

“Oh my fucking Gods- Please-”

“Mmmm, are you in need of some relief, milady?”

“Please.”

“You could have come to me,” Amon whisperd, pulling away from her collarbone he’d been nibbling on. The flash of his eyes are dangerous to her in more ways than one as he grins; all teeth. “I’d have made you come.”

“I- I haven’t yet-”

She swallowed heavy; well aware of the way her body was trembling just from the proximity. He smelled so damn good, and she was so fucking ready to feel him pressed against her. Everywhere. Anywhere he was willing to be and take her.

“No?” His brow cocked and his grin grew more wolfish. “Well, we should remedy that.”

“Ammmoooonnn.”

She wasn’t afraid to whine, suddenly. He was here now, so close. Her walls were clenching and pulsing, her core throbbing, incomplete. He could get her there, though. He’d make it look effortless. She’d look so fucking easy, and even that didn’t make her care because Gods it was going to be mind-blowing, jaw-dropping, body-shakingly good and she knew it.

Without any thought, her hips were against his; grinding and ravenous. His own pitched forward to match her; the shape of his erection beneath his trousers rubbing against her.

“Fuccckkkk Essäthhhhaaaaaa,” he groaned in euphoria. “Nnnngg- are you a needy good girl for me?”

A moan passed through her lips, unabashed. “Yeeeeeessss pleassseee Amon, fuck me-”

She couldn’t get enough of him. She was high immediately off the crash of his lips against her own; the delve of his tongue brushing her own. Another moan met her own as they half staggered half dragged each other in the direction of the bed.

A heady rush had the sorceress whimpering through each kiss as they parted for mere scraps of air between them before jumping back in. Her hands where clawing at his clothes as eagerly as his did upon her own. They stripped as they stumbled, her shirt ending up there, his over there. Whatever pain he may still be experiencing from his swollen ankle was clearly no concern to him now, as he helped push down his pants and undergarments alongside her greedy hands.

Essie hit the bed with a gasp, squirming and flush. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as Amon yanked her bottoms and panties off before he stepped out of his half-hazard yanked and askew-tugged garments. He bent down to grab something before kicking them aside.

He crawled atop her, naked, into the bed. His mouth traveled from her throat down her chest; starved and hot. Her moans chasing each lap of his tongue and sensual kiss he made against her over-stimulated skin. When his mouth went lower, eyes dark upon hers, she bucked up instinctively against him as they closed around her clit.

“AHHHH-MON PLEASE-”

She choked, the vibrations as he groaned against her causing a tightness in her center. She was already strung-up and tense for a release; the spiraling heat seeking lower- She’d already done a fantastic job preparing herself, and he was right where she wanted him-

Even he seemed surprised by the sudden crash of her climax. A swear; breathy and barely audible, escaped him as he lapped her entrance

“Fuck beautiful, you really were just waiting for me to finish you hmm?”

Restless, she tossed in the sheets to and fro. “Please?”

“Please what, milady?” There was that cocky grin, full of pride.

“Anything- fuck me, taste me, give me more of you, please- please I need more I need you please, please-”

A low whistle escaped Amon, his pupils rounding out further as he inhaled her. “You sure are giving me ego, sweetheart. So wet and ready for me; so desperate. Been needing my touch today, hmm?”

“Yessssss.”

A moan drew forth with her breath as he slipped her further up into bed. He joined her, resting his knees on either side of her waist. Her handsome bodyguard slid his hands behind her knees then, and drew her legs up into the air until her ankles rest on his shoulders;

A breathy sigh escaped her lips. “Please please please please-”

Grunting and cursing beneath his breath, Amon tore open the condom he’d brought. He moved his hands low, freezing only when he saw her own hands grabbing for him.

“I want to feel you please-” Essie gaspped.

“Oh you’re gonna feel me, babe. Here-”

He relented to her the protective rubber. She was unsurprisingly effective despite the tremors and panting of her breath making her feel so unsteady and wild. Was it her imagination, or the post-orgasm making her still see stars? She was grasping his member just firmly enough to leave him struggling for air, shifting his hips to sheathe himself in her grasp as she readied the condom at his tip.

With deliberate care and slowness so she can appreciate every inch of his girth, the noblewoman unrolled the protection over his impressive length.

“That’s a good girl,” Amon rasped, his gaze fixated on her fingers rubbing along his manhood.

“Now drive me wild, big boy,” she begged, shimmying in the sheets. “I’ve been longing to feel you inside me.”

His breath stalled in his chest. Amon’s eyes snapped to hers; and there’s a moment where she swears there’s too much intimacy in their eye contact. There laid a want that, for a moment, she felt was more than just physical.

Something she had been aware of at least for her, and was trying to tamper down.

Something she knew he didn’t want with her, or from her.

Was she just reflecting her own yearnings? Desires she knew she couldn’t have, imagining them in his fathomless ocean gaze?

Then his cock was pushing inside of her, and she threw her head back against the mattress and whined in a single note of carnal need.

“Fucccckkk,” the vagabond gasped, “you feel so damn good, Essie.”

Amon groaned; stilling as though overwhelmed as he inched more and more of himself through her slick heat at a glacial pace.

“Yes! Yes yes yes- please, Amon-”

Rolling her hips, Essätha took him deeper, sucking in a sharp breath as his tip stroked her g-spot. Her lashes flutter, and she moans for him sweetly.

He rocked against her, grunting and trying to steady his breathing. She wasn’t sure if he was taking his time for her behalf or his own, but she wasn’t about to complain. Any contact she had with him; any time he touched her, was pure blissful heaven for her.

“Ohhhhh~ Ahhhhh f-fuck Amon… please, please give me more I need you, please-”

“Mmmmph, yeah, you like that baby?”

“YES p-please-”

Encouraged by her whimpering and vocalizations, Amon began to thrust; slow and deliberate. He wanted each ridge and vein of his hard cock to stroke every inch of her walls as he glided with ease through her drenched cunt. He growled and shuddered with pleasure, the head of his member pressing just behind her clit as he panted for oxygen.

She was a wet with arousal and her previous climax, a moaning mess as her legs shook and ankles slid against his shoulders. It took much more muscle-strength to be able to try lifting her hips at this angle to get more of him to pierce her but she was trying, dammit, she was trying. He felt incredible inside her; so filling, so big, her every cramp of need fulfilled.

“Ammmmooonnn darling I mmmm~ aahhh… I need you-”

Groaning, he pulled back and pushed in deeper; taking her in a steady, slow stroke. “I need you too, babe.”

“Faster. Harder. I need more-”

He tisked at her encouragement, pulling back and sinking in with another thrust as he rolled his hips.

“Amooonnnn~”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He ignored her demands; setting a pace that was like a slow-kindling flame. She might be ready for the fireworks, but he was still coaxing her embers with deliberate timing and precision. He’d have her whimpering; her fingernails digging into his wrists as he fondled her breasts, and then he’d move deeper, or further. His tempo only increased in small increments, driving her mad as she twisted her hips and tried to raise them to get just a little bit more of him. Further. Swifter. Rougher.

The pressure was building; the flames fanned. He was hitting all the right places; her walls clamping against his cock.

Grasping one of her hands, he encouraged her fingers free of his hand and rested it on her neglected breast. She removed the other naturally; grasping at the sheets as he slipped one hand lower and placed the other to the bedding for stability.

“Mmmmmm… Essssättthhhhhaaaaa,” Amon groaned, thrusting firmer.

She swore she felt the twitch in his cock through the condom as pre-cum filled the tip of his condom. He snapped his hips forward; sheathing his length as far as he could bury himself and making her cry out.

The buzz of her ecstasy is only drawn higher as he brushed his fingers against her clitoris, spreading her slickness around over herself.

“Aaaahhh-aaaaa-Aaammoooonn yes, yes yes please-”

Her chorus of hunger began to raise higher in pitch; needier, whinier. She only knew what she wanted; what she needed, right now. Only Amon could relieve her. Those dark eyes pulling her in; the sound of him growling and groaning heavy and vibrating low. The way that he looked at her with each thrust of his hips, how he growled her name. The sinful slap of skin on skin; wet and lewd and so fucking sexy in itself. He looked good taking her; losing himself more and more to the sensation of freedom and pleasure.

It was just sex. That’s what he said it was, anyway.

Her heart thundered in her chest though with each pitch of his length as he began to fuck her in earnest; grinding and thrusting and moaning for her in a wavering tone. She was touching herself, and he was touching her, and she was just imagining a hundred different scenarios like this one. More of him, more of her, positions and places and the taste of desire on his skin and mouth. Oh, the ways she wanted him. The ways he could open her up; raw and sexual and frantic, it was insane.

But more than anything she wanted more of this: his gaze on hers. It was magical.

The only thing missing was the proximity. The skin on skin contact she craved; now so distant, detached. She needed him on top of her; smothering her, not kneeling. The bare heat of him, his mouth against her, the way their eye-contact would meet spontaneously between moments of nibbling on each others necks and panting and whispering each other’s names to each other’s ears- The intimacy-

The tension was builing to the breaking point, and he was pounding her now; gasping with effort, sweat glistening on his face and a sheen amongst the hair on his chest. Her gaze was little more than slits, weak cries breaking through each pump of his cock taking her to the brink, hitting her just right. Pleasure was connecting from her clit to her g-spot just beneath where the thick head of his member continued to strike, and her limbs went from trembling to shaking as she gasped for air.

“OooooOOOOOHH- F-FUCK- AMON-”

Her cry out of pleasure was hoarse. She dared to believe the one intense wave coursing through her would be enough. One moan tearing into other weaker one as her sex pulsed and of her climax shook through her, walls gripping at his length. It was all heat and pleasure shooting out through her body.

She was half-way to sighing through the remaining essence of her orgasm when Amon grabbed her thighs and yanked her closer. He buried himself deeper; relentlessly as he pounded into her in a blur of hips snapping. Frenzied, desperate, growling her name like it was the first and last he’s ever had.

The air was pushed out of her lungs. She is drowning, and he’s so deep; so hard, so fast that it builds her up with an unknown intensity that leaves her screaming.

It’s so abrupt, sudden, and unexpected that she’s left reeling. Her body cramps and grips and shudders; her walls spontaneously fluttering once more. She squirts, unaware of it while he continued to take her through grunts of her name until he’s leaning over her, gasping, shuddering.

Essie’s heart was aching as she tried to catch his gaze through his own climax, but he shut his eyes through it. It may be her name he was saying, but it could be anyone else on his mind.

She tried to lock away the self-conscious, longing ache that immediately surged through her breathless chest. Whimpering and tossing in the sheets, she desperately gulped for oxygen as the stars that had dazzled her in the glorious moments of her finish begin to slowly dip behind the horizon.

Gods, what was she doing? Letting this man have her body when he already had a hold on her heart.

Oh no.

Amon finally opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as he took deep swallows of air. She’d already hidden the expression on her face; the fleeting moment of agony from a realization she couldn’t acknowledge.

He grinned at her; confident and smug.

“Fuuccckk… that was… incredible.”

Pretending to still be more out of breath than she actually was, the sorceress nodded in answer, panting.

He swiped his tongue over his lips, his gaze raking over her nude, sweaty frame.

“Hnnnngg… fuck, sweetheart. Can I- taste you again?”

The noblewoman nodded, sucking in a sharp breath of shock at the request. Already? Again? He was itching at his cravings as badly as she was; desperate in fact, she’d say.

“Yesssss,” she murmured with a winded sigh, lifting her hips for him. “Please.”

And just like that, she’s right back to playing pretend like she wasn’t aware of the growing feelings blooming in her chest as he pulled out of her. He descends, her hands in her hair as she gasped his name whilst his tongue darts over her folds and to her entrance in a single heady swipe.

Gods, she was such a fool.

However was she ever going to forget Amon Thomas Clermont?

#qhost story #OTP: Essamon #Essatha Meduza #Amon Illiad #Amon Clermont #softly written #Tiffs NSFW tag #M is for Mature Content #This just Nasty that's it that's all you should expect

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