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₍ 🎞 ₎ the favourite (2018) rp starters ! featuring toxic relationships, graphic language & mature themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

you wish me to lie to you? 

some wounds do not close; i have many such.

sometimes, you look like a badger. and you can rely on me to tell you.

because i will not lie! that is love!

did you just look at me? did you? look at me! 

as it turns out, i'm capable of much unpleasantness.

i have a surge of desire to see your nose broken.

you are too mean and uncaring, some days.

they were all staring, weren't they? i can tell even if i can't see.

if you want to fix yourself we can discuss this later.

there is always a price to pay. i am prepared to pay it.

some days i'm quite lovely though.

love has limits.

obviously you still have some anger to expiate. 

you are in favour. but favour is a breeze that shifts direction all the time.

if you do not go, i will start kicking you and i will not stop.

it is important to make new friends, is it not?

a monster for the children to play with, perhaps?

i'm on my side. always.

it could be said i have fallen far.

if you offer me tea, you will forgive me if i don't accept.

i need a friend, one with cute ears and wide eyes.

you always unbalance me.

do not come near me whining today or i will crush your tiny heart to liver.

perhaps because of my past, perhaps some malformation of my heart.

oh, my god. you actually think you have won.

we were playing very different games.

you do not need me as an enemy. 

a new day. a door to a new future. as metaphors abound.

i do not like this, you will lodge this unknowable thing in my brain.

i have been wanting to give you something for quite some time now.

i love a comedy.

you shall speak when asked to.

let's shoot something!

i am not food! you cannot just eat and eat.

it made me feel at their mercy, that i was nothing.

you want something. to fuck me?

i must take control of my circumstance.

i will need to act in a way that meets the edges of my morality.

if they ask why, tell them 'because i am a disloyal little bitch'.

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— Agora ( 4 / ∞ )

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It's rare that Broden makes his way to Midgar. His disdain for the place stems from many memories, not the least of which is what happened to him while in Soldier. However, his relationship with Melissa has made the slightly more frequent visits to at least Sector 6 more enjoyable. The debauchery that happens during that sector's nightlife is also nothing to scoff at, and something Broden has taken part in before when his health had been better.

"Melissa," he says with a smile and a bow of his head as she approaches him. "Excellent to see you again." Carefully, he holds her elbows and leans in to kiss her cheek in greeting; as ever, she smells lovely and looks exquisite. He would tell her that even on her worst days, though. "I brought your order with me. It's being brought into the kitchens as we speak."

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Moving from a regular sex worker to a proper businesswoman had been no small challenge - even if Melissa had prepared herself for that over the years, the woman had not anticipated the reach of Corneo's tentacles and how he would try to negatively influence others where the new Honey Bee Inn was concerned.

But it was no matter - there was little in Wall Market that the madame needed; her goals were much more ambitious. The place, in her mind, was not going to be just another brothel - it should be a pleasure house, with the best girls but also the finest drinks and delicacies available. Hiring a foreign chef, finding experienced kitchen aid and then new suppliers was all part of the plan - but Broden becoming one of her partners had been a most fortunate thing indeed.

Not everyone that owned an inn or a restaurant outside Midgar had necessarily replied to her original letter seeking to establish such dealings - but the Kalm innkeeper did. And more than helping with the referrals and tips when he learned of who she was and the plans for Wall Market, they had become friends - even if from a distance, given how difficult it was for a slum-dweller to escape the infamous Shinra's checkpoints.

But he could come to her - and when Broden did, either to oversee a delivery from his own trusted suppliers from the Grasslands or an errand to acquire something from the local shops (although Melissa couldn't imagine what was manufactured in Midgar that would ever prevail over a Kalm original), it made her day better. His face was remarked as serious and stern by her own staff, but the madame did not feel that way.

(Or maybe it was the fact that Broden usually had a smile and the most respectful stance whenever she was concerned - it was impossible not to feel like the queen Melissa called herself when one acted so knight-like before her.)

"It is always a good day when you are here. I cannot thank you enough for the generosity you have showed me for the past couple of years," the woman chuckled, approaching him and allowing herself to enjoy the gentlemanly kiss over her skin. Melissa had been used to much more scandalous acts than fleeting signs of affection, but it was impossible to subdue the warmth that his presence evoked.

"I suppose your darling boys will need a moment to unload everything, then. Perhaps enough for a refreshment, as our thanks? I know it's early and the crew is yet to come in, but I can make them some iced tea," the woman offered, even if it was to have Broden stay for a little longer - they both had their businesses to run, but weren't owners entitled to small breaks as well?

She then reached out to him - bringing their hands together and holding his for a moment. Over the last couple visits, Melissa had been both drawn to Broden (more than usual) and also aware of the slight tremors when he gestured. Surely a visual reminder of his decaying health - even if they didn't speak about it, the rumors were plentiful. But sometimes, a steady hold and the presence of another body could comfort a soul, enough to translate to some temporary physical improvement.

The inn proprietress would know - it was their greatest asset, after all: companionship.

"Play a match of Queen's Blood with me? It's always better when we do it face to face. And you can also tell me all about life out there - is your friend still working on the old Republic mills? They sounded majestic when you described them," the woman offered, covering his hands with both of her palms - a gesture meant to share her own bodily warmth with Broden and to reinforce her plea.

There was so little she knew about Gaia - and Broden, on the other hand, had seen so much, even if it was tainted by his prior employment with Shinra. They could only hope that her childlike fascination would be enough to remove some of these stains over his precious memories.

"One day we will go see them together, Broden. It's a promise."

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Damsel (2024) dir. by Juan Carlos Fresnadillo

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What's Melissa's happiest memory from her childhood?

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Although one wouldn't immediately guess by looking at the person Melissa turned out to be, her childhood was not an easy one: a mother that sacrificed her daughters for a better life and a drunk father who sold his own blood for a profit were not a good combination. Although she is aware that many born and bred in the slums had similar fates, it did make for rare happy moments.

Most of the good memories, however, revolve around the family she loved, nurtured and cared for - her sisters were her everything, the reason she stepped up to a role she should not have mastered when so young and the key aspect that explains why she is so desperately looking for replacements for the rest of her life. One of her most prized possessions and an object at the center of these joyful moments was a doll.

Her sisters crafted it for her - an odd thing that was a far cry from the luxury toy shops from aboveplate and which the twins cobbled together with bits and pieces of things they could find around the slums or which were donated by generous neighbors willing to share the little they had. It was named 'Jasmine', following the tradition of the Drysdells of naming girls after flowers, and it was a toy she cherished and played with immensely.

During the small moments where Jasmine was brought out for tea or they made up plays and grandiose stories for her - Melissa was happy; it was a breather from the oppressing reality and the laughter was genuine. Being close to the people she loved the most and pretending life was just about that - it was just pure bliss for the young Lilian back then.

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Melissa did not realize that the cave was shifting and changing around her - as a human, and as a direct consequence of Daigo's presence, she was already more attuned to magic than the average person, but it by no means signified that she understood a fraction of the gem demon's powers. Her husband's touch - as gentle as he could allow it - was a far greater distraction than the rare flowers growing close to the pair.

The Solarian queen had no idea that the petals blooming at his will were noted only in legends (if any tomes had survived this long); Melissa was also wholly ignorant to their additional properties or even the rituals they had been a part of. The only moment these flowers merited her attention was when Daigo moved to grab one, crushing the delicate thing with his monster-like claws and turning them to smaller, crumpled bits.

The beast's explanation was not a detailed one - it wasn't as if they needed more children, but the brunette had long stopped correcting the king in relation to lovemaking and how it did not need to produce an offspring every time. Even then - Melissa's brain was too foggy and still riding the afterglow of her first orgasm, which had her murmuring agreeably and parting lips in the most obedient fashion.

The first thing she noticed was the taste - they were deceivingly bitter; as if the queen had expected that type of vegetable to be sweet such as the honey they helped produce. Nevertheless, the issued order was observed - Melissa chewed on it, finding the texture and the flavor not entirely remarkable (just strange, if anything). Daigo lowered his head over her chest and, almost by instinct, her hands found the creature's horns, resuming their leisure caresses of earlier.

As the woman swallowed, however, there was a distinct pause and a different humming sound produced by her vocal chords. Slowly - but surely - Melissa felt hot; it was similar to the dragon's own body heat, but instead of warming her from the outside, it seemed to produce the reversed effect. That tingling feeling was not the only immediate reaction - it extended further below and heightened other senses. Inhaling sharply, the queen found that she could smell something... Distinctive now. As scaled and sturdy Daigo could be, he was still organic.

Was that his own desire?

Blinking, the woman realized that her hands had stopped moving up and down the twin protuberances - instead, she had gripped at them, mimicking her earlier actions when the verge of her apex. Melissa suddenly needed more air, but the sound that came out of her lips was very much a moan - and before long, she writhed over the blankets, as if the royal either needed the friction or sought a way to cool her flesh.

"Daigo," Melissa's voice was breathy, urging him to move by pulling at the horns; with pupils growing larger than usual and her legs folding to give her just enough leverage to press herself against him, it was clear that the queen needed something - urgently, even. Unknown to Melissa, the aphrodisiac proprieties of the flower were hitting her bloodstream as the dragon supposed it would, but in far larger quantity than he should have administered.

After all, mankind was built differently from dwarves - from Melissa's perspective, there was just a mind-blowing need to have him; to feel his own seed inside, as if that was the only thing that could return sanity to the mortal trapped underneath the mighty creature.

★. ―

Daigo's lips pulled up into a smirk at her last remark. Of course he was not done — as she had said, the best was yet to come. The dragon hissed out a breath at the feeling of her fingers on his horn. His rough digits moved up to her cheek ; the tips of his claws brushed against her soft skin leisurely. Daigo mirrored her pace for a few minutes.

Unbeknownst to the mortal beneath him, his lair was at work. A dark green vine crawled beneath Daigo's ( worthless ) material riches. On it were strings of vibrant orange flowers, each of which had a curiously dark center. The petals came to a point but tended to curl out, giving every blossom the look of an open maw.

Fanghur was what it was once called by the original dwarves. That name referenced a subspecies of worm - like members of the chromatic dragon family that no longer existed ; much like the flower, they had been hunted to extinction by the bearded mountain folk. Fanghur was bitter, chewy, and hard to smoke, but its effects on the body were often worth it. The dwarves used it in copious amounts every winter as part of their festivities to celebrate the new year — and by the start of the next, the children born from its influence were watching their mothers take swallow it again.

Like many lost things, however, fanghur had a home in Daigo's lair, accidentally brought in on a wing as stray seeds. Now, the dragon called for it.

Fanghur made the blood boil ( or so they said ). It was first used by dwarvenkind to stay warm but then exploited for its mystifying ability to make fleshy creatures . . . breed. Daigo understood that concept better these days. For a dragon, fields of fanghur did naught. Their mating was too mechanical and too cold in their natural shapes ; for a human, though, the amethyst knew it would do well. A few petals could easily return the fire to his wife's belly and make her wet again, which is what he was after.

The dragon's eyes narrowed. He pulled his head away from Melissa unceremoniously and leaned to the side. Daigo extended a hand, and a long vine of fanghur rose up to meet him. Snarling, he tore away a bloom. It disintegrated in his fingers when he closed them, leaving only a clump of brightly - colored petals.

Satisfied, the beast turned back to his wife. Daigo blew a stream of warm air onto her out of affection and pressed the crumpled ball of plant material to her lips. "Eat," he said with a low grumble. "This will help. For a new egg." He did not give her more explanation than that. Frankly, Daigo had nothing else to offer ; the dragon didn't know why fanghur worked. Only that it did.

The amethyst continued to vocalize as he brought his face to her chest. This position allowed him to admire one of his favorite views and monitor the beat of Melissa's heart.

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Gangubai Kathiawadi (2022)

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Got to the end of chapter 12 (the musclehead battle tbh) and jfc Corneo showing up and all this thing about girls claiming their crown/being queen has Melissa livid, she wants to scratch the Don's eyes with her bare hands, this man is DISGUSTING

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sweetlust.

dialogue prompts from sweetlust: stories by asja bakić.

i tend to expect the worst of people.

shit. i'm even competitive about intimate feelings.

i haven't even started and i've already lost.

i don't care what i look like. i just want to survive.

do you want to eat me?

you sound like a precocious child.

you're different. better.

sex can't rehabilitate anyone.

fear is essential to survival. the body fears with reason.

i don't like crying in public.

this place brings out the worst in all of us.

a destructive idea can be more dangerous than bacteria.

am i the beauty or the beast?

what do you look like when you have no audience?

sadness can't be turned off like a computer.

i have complete confidence in you.

you never come home empty handed, even when you should.

out of sight, out of mind.

is there somewhere i could rest?

i can't explain why, but please listen.

some dreams have the quality of memory.

i called you, but you didn't pick up.

motherhood, more than anything else, personifies death.

if this is motherhood, i never want to be a mother.

what are you thinking about right now?

even in winter, life has to go on.

i've been lying my entire life.

i don't know what i'm feeling.

there's always been space for you.

'for the greater good' is such a tired phrase.

abstract ideas have concrete consequences.

you've gone silent again.

you blame your mother for everything but global warming.

i look like a villain. i know that.

i don't even know where you're from.

i could have helped you, but i didn't want to.

no one wants to get out of here more than i do.

i don't trust people who don't lie.

you have scruples. that's your biggest weakness.

i can't remember ever laughing so hard.

what's your name? can i at least know that?

i wasn't completely honest.

it's not appropriate to swear.

stay. the bed's big enough for the both of us.

no one who sees the future clearly can believe in god.

you're not stupid. you just act like it.

i want you to fully know me.

i don't want to play house.

everyone suffers. you're not the only one.

i won't tell you how to feel.

you know how much i hate that word.

there's no reason to lie anymore.

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Yes, I'm young for a teacher, I'll teach you what you don't know (I could teach you the things that you wanna know) But I can't give it up all at once, you would overdose Don't you bring any bull in the room tonight

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@ivory-paragon

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A normal girl wouldn't have approached that bar or the single guy with the eyepatch; a more danger-addicted one might have pouted at the evident failure at scoring the sought-after attention from the selected target. Melissa chose a third way to react - just pure, stunned silence and a few seconds of not moving.

This guy got stranger by the minute - his behavior did not add up at all with the report from her employee and the barmaid was, simply put, confused. But then again - it had to be him. There was just no way Melissa was jumping the wrong guy with that combo of physical description and location; there was no such thing as too many coincidences.

(Or maybe there were.)

The brunette only really recovered when the individual she had been chasing elected to go towards the alleyway himself - almost as if inviting the woman to continue with the crazy plan of hers and to teach him a lesson. Melissa inhaled sharply, steadying the weight of her body over two feet (even without a single droplet of alcohol in her body)... And marched after him.

Third time was the charm, maybe? The guy clearly believed her to be some misguided fool and that often played in the girl's favor; the one time it paid off to be dismissed and overlooked. While trailing after the dark-haired stranger, Melissa unsheathed the blades - just two, one for each hand and the limits for the self-defense skills. She was no secret agent, but the time in her job had served to improve reflexes and learn a few moves that were usually enough to win over inebriated and inappropriate patrons.

With adrenaline flooding the veins and making her own heartbeat impossibly loud, the woman just charged - Melissa did not even pause to consider if they were being watched or to further assess the situation, driven by sheer determination and a lot of stupidity. Later on, it wouldn't be hard to realize it could have ended badly for the barmaid - as justified as her goal was, the plan had been half-assed at best.

But, in the Melissa's defense... She genuinely had no idea of the identity of the man who was suddenly under a clumsy attack, even if the seemingly crazy lady going for the stranger in the alleyway had a strong motive to act in that way.

The announcement of her following did not go unheeded, but indeed largely ignored. Slade was no stranger to those that simply would not listen. If anything, he felt that such happened far more often than not. What he doesn’t expect is for her to get so up close and personal; a reaction strikes him like a detailed train, that anyone being this close was not meaning for any goodwill upon his person. Perhaps the only thing that had saved Melissa from an unfortunate series of events were her words just prior. Slade had only half listened to them, filtering out the perceived nonsense in through one ear and out the other. 

He stops his stride and looks over his shoulder, down to Melissa, there not even a hint of thanks in his mind that she is not on his blind side. People had done less and earned his frightful ire. Tonight, though, felt like the entire world was trying to drag him down into the dirty pavement by his shoulders. Slade waits in silence until it starts to feel unbearingly awkward that he has nothing to say in response to her questions, before taking at least some care in unlinking their arms from one another. He wished no harm at the moment but damn, was there a simmering sense of irritation just below the facade of indifference. 

“Look, lady. You’re fair enough on the eyes but I’m not looking for company. There’s a dozen men in that cesspit that would jump at the chance to enjoy your attention. Go harass one of them.” 

Slade makes a small gesture back towards the bar, wholly unaware what had transpired already between her and another patron inside after he had left. Truth be told he was not a liar, in any sense of what he had spoken already, but it was a different monster altogether to think that he would allow someone to hound a lone woman. Perhaps it had been better for them both that the asshole hadn’t been in his sight. 

Eyes pierce through the back of his head, even now, though he hasn’t an inkling or care as to where they hide themselves. That was the deal, after all. He gets to live out his days in the city with the visage of a free man; if he causes problems unprovoked it wouldn’t be beyond ARGUS to send him right back into a hole for the rest of his life. Perhaps Oliver would fight the charge on his behalf but what difference would it make? The days had begun to blur, pointlessly. 

Waiting a beat longer for his statement to sink in, and free of her hold, Slade continues on his path down the alleyway with his back towards Melissa again. 

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A letter left in her charge and hers alone. In the wake of Hikaru Sephiroth's memories returning, his heart may have been nurtured to new heights, but his ideals remained the same, stubbornly. He sought to make the world in Jenova's vision and was terminated. There would be no return from the Lifestream nor any more mothering from Melissa. A letter and memories were all that were left — ❛ This comes only with the certainty of my demise which means I failed. Again, I failed. This world was not for me, and I not fit for it. On the precipice of true death, I am certain I regret not being in your embrace where I was the happiest I could ever imagine being. I should have stayed, shouldn't it? I can't hold regrets in the afterlife, but it is my hope you do not carry any regrets nursing me to health. I never knew what love was until I had you. Goodbye, Melissa. I am sorry. ❜

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She knew.

Upon finding the sealed envelope on her vanity, Melissa just knew what it all meant - even if there had been no news network relaying the events taking place so far away from Midgar or if the penmanship had been a strange one, a mother always sensed things differently in relation to her children. And while Hikaru (or rather, Sephiroth) had not been born from her body, he was her son.

It was just how she viewed the man - grown-up and deadly when transferred to Melissa's care and thanks to Shiva's grace, but embraced by the innocence of a young boy with the amnesia that plagued (or blessed?) him at the time. Theirs had been a journey of discovery - of the delicate and yet intense bonds that bloomed from simple acts such as washing hair, discovering one's favorite fresh fruit or even celebrating birthdays together.

Sephiroth had caused the deaths of many - a man deprived of humanity and fashioned into a weapon, but not while living under a false name and at the inn. For a while, he had just been 'Hikaru' - the light in her life, a silent presence that yet offered so much joy to Melissa. All the misguided, suffocated love that lingered in her heart and threatened to overflow finally had a worthy recipient. Hikaru needed a mother as strongly as she needed to care for him.

Gone were the ideas of having in him an ally against Corneo, some additional protection for the inn employees and slum residents - that was all secondary. Selfishly, Melissa had thought that their bliss would not be cut short - they had endured their trials and the gods wouldn't be as cruel as to separate those meant to find one another, right?

Not quite.

The woman who clutched the letter to her chest and sobbed with abandon did not react as the average Midgarian would to the news of an iconic figure suddenly re-emerging and then returning to the Lifestream (again?). Sephiroth had inspired many, then terrified even more people - but Melissa couldn't (wouldn't) believe that he was the same. Whoever the general had been - Hikaru was now part of him.

Her son, her curious child, her loving offspring with beautiful mako eyes, tender hands despite the calloused palms, soft touches even if he had no shortage of excuses to be cruel. All the vile words that the news channel kept repeating and people commented about were wrong - hurtful vitriol, baseless accusations. It stained his memory and eroded his good deeds.

What about the homeless children he defended? The girls he stood for? The old and vulnerable who breathed a sigh of relief when he emerged from a dark corner to face those sent by Corneo? Hikaru (and Sephiroth, by extension) had been human, loved and admired without the pomp and circumstance of a 1st Class. He had been himself.

He had been her son and Melissa would never forget him.

"I will see you again, Hikaru," the words were broken, the sobs making it hard for anything to get out at all. No trace of the melodic timbre or the warmth of her eyes remained - just steel determination to make the same journey as he had, "I know. I feel it. I will see you again, my son."

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which imaginary illness do you have?

Blooming Pox Their roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. Life grows from your flesh - an inescapable, floral infection. It will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. You know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed, doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse.

tagged by: @oftoska (ty, this hurt me hahaha) tagging: @dojimakaichou . @bitterarcs . @phoenix-flamed . @holyguardian & you!

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Although it wouldn't be something that Melissa would be made aware until a couple of hours later, Daigo's roaring had been heard from the capital - from the very palace where they resided and presided over Solaris' well-being. To most people (except the occasional metallic living among humans in perfect disguise), it caused panic and unrest, particularly with the earlier episode of a fearsome battle in the skies above.

Their queen, however, was unharmed - and by all means, the sound leaving the beast's lungs and making both his lair and wife shake (albeit with different causes) should have made Melissa's blood go cold, or have her toes curl with the horrifying dread of what it represented. Instead, none of these things came to pass - the woman merely stayed there, resting on her makeshift bed once the orgasm had subdued, delightfully spent and enjoying every second of it.

To her - Daigo was no monster that could slay her; his guttural communication did not make her afraid. Even if Melissa was only relatively aware of how loud it had been, his lair's magic worked in strange ways (as well as their bond). The ruler of the kingdom wanted nothing more but to cling to him and cover his scaled body with kisses, run hands over his draconic features and reaffirm just how profound was her admiration and love for him.

The mutated light through dragon wings, the smile of her husband and the veritable mess made among discarded coins and treasure alike had her laughing softly - it was like a moment taken out of time and space, just for the two of them and Melissa thought Daigo a dream. The shared body fluids, the lightest tremors that still shook the queen every now and the royal duties discarded not long ago for pure bliss made the woman acutely aware of how irresponsible they were.

And, again - Queen Melissa of Solaris did not care. Although her station and title signified much and had played a large part in the success of their marriage, the body beneath him did not belong to a well-meaning monarch at that time. Instead, it housed a woman who was too entranced and captivated by the raw power and devotion of a dragon much older than all the life she knew.

"I don't think I have screamed as loudly as you have," honeyed eyes moved over his visage, and one of Melissa's free hands traced his lips and teeth, feeling the lingering moisture there and kissing it clean without a shred of embarrassment. There was something primal and organic to being with her husband in a form like that, and it was very freeing - particularly when surrounded by his inhuman home and immense wealth that served only as a backdrop to their lovemaking.

"But you have something in mind, don't you?" the brunette smiled, digits moving up to the same horn she had grabbed roughly earlier - but touching it softly now, hand wrapped over it to slide along its curved form with a slow rhythm, not unlike how she would have behaved with his member down below. Melissa just looked at him with boundless admiration and the genuine daze of someone who had been blessed with divine pleasure, naked chest still heaving with labored breathing.

"You are yet to try and make a new egg, after all."

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Daigo loved it. The deeper he went, the louder she became — and so he drove himself in farther. Held her tighter. Worked at bringing her to relief with the same ferocity he had used merely an hour ago to rip an enemy dragon's head from its body. Every few minutes, Daigo looked up. His eyes lingered on the divine piece of jewelry resting on her chest, stuck to her skin, and the dragon mused that it looked pathetic next to the shapes of her perfect, heaving breasts.

The first pull of Daigo's horns drew a soft snarl from the beast as he took a breath. He liked when she gripped the ridged appendages. There was something about her fingers on them that made him feel warmer, hungrier. Daigo was surprised to find that her touch to the structural portion of his wings elicited a similar ( though slightly less intense ) reaction. At that, the dragon rolled his strong shoulders, allowing the scaled limb - like shape to scrape beneath his wife's roaming hand.

Melissa's later, harder tug on Daigo's horn seemed to herald the turn of things. The ancient amethyst, half - drunk on the taste and smell of her, moved with the motion. Her shifting hips and repositioning of the beast appeared to give her the sought - after great pleasure, and Daigo quickly braced his arms to keep her there.

As the royal continued to scream, her husband began to issue a victorious sound. It came from his chest, like a swelling thunder. This was a dark, low noise that shared some similarities to his idle rattling ; the obvious heft of it was where that comparison stopped. The coins in his lair clinked together, driven to by the minute vibrations rippling through the useless wealth. A few moments into Melissa's leap from the metaphorical summit, the dragon rose up. With his hands still holding her fast for him to admire her climax, he roared.

This sound usually meant the death of a worthy opponent — not pitiful prey animals, such as the mindless sheep the people of Solaris bred to fill his belly — or success in battle. It was a very primal noise for a dragon to make, and a markedly rare one. What Daigo spilled out into his lair was more fearsome than the earlier call he gave after slaying the last of the red dragons. Taking his treasure and reminding the known world that it was his was worth a roar capable of splitting the earth ( were he wearing his proper hide ).

Daigo shook out his wings and folded them over the pair, surrounding them in a cocoon of dazzling purple and black while Melissa finished. The evidence of her orgasm dripped from her lover's sharp teeth and lips. It fell onto her sticky flesh. Daigo left his mouth parted, as each inhale refreshed her smell.

He remained in the middle of Melissa's legs as he moved onto all fours atop her, though he had finally permitted her the mercy to move them. A scaled hand dug into the furs for balance while the other held her by the side of the throat, caressing the fragile place where her vocalizations came from with a thumb. The way he gazed down at her suggested that they were not done — nowhere close, in fact, if the dragon had his way.