nanami loves making you feel good. he's such a "this is for your pleasure, but your pleasure is mine" type of lover in the bedroom. just like his work as a sorcerer, he handles you methodically and with dangerous precision. all he wants is for you to lie back, be pretty, and let him take his time unraveling you. so many weak spots, so many ways to make you cum, so many opportunities to get you to moan or even scream his name. he's obsessed.
He's panting like a dog, it just adds to the look honestly. He doesn't know if he should let the humiliation set in, or keep up his streak of arching his back and shooting loads onto his own stomach. You can't tell if he's pissed or just that riled up, but that looks in his eyes isn't really helping you decipher one. You have him pinned against the bed, cock drilling into him unmercifully. He was resilient, not seeming to have a limit when it came to how far he was gonna let you push him.
"Is that all you got? Huh?" He growls at you, flinching at you like he's gonna take a hit at you. But you hold him in place, a smirk on your face when he starts to lose his ability to make threats, moaning and panting more when your tip slams against his prostate. "Look so pathetic with that muzzle on, pretty boy," you tease him, eyes dancing over his current state. He's biting his lip, a small whine escaping when your pace turns more rough. "You must like having that attitude of yours, since it gets you fucked like this," you continue, unpinning him and grabbing at his hips with a strong grip.
You keep slamming into him, hearing him groan and watching him release his orgasm onto his stomach. He grumbles at you when you slow your thrusts, chuckling at the way he pulls on the muzzle with one of his hands. You push his hand away, praising him quietly when he puts it down with no resistance. He was gonna mellow out eventually, relaxed and be compliant if you keep him filled. His hair is ruffled up, head thrown to the side out of boredom when you pull out of his hole.
"You should wear that more often, it seems to shut you up more easily," you remark, laughing while grunting when he kicks at your leg. Logan runs his hand over the muzzle once again, eyes glazed over as if he's in a tranquilized state. You pat at his firm thigh, stretching your muscles and watching him in silence.
COULD WE MAYHAPS GET MORE TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS???? Also, do you have a design.for Apollo???
Of course you can
This took longer than I anticipated(4 hours), just because I didn't have his design and his face was a nightmare to draw(don't ask me why)
I didn't have a particular gimmick in mind so he is a bit generic, the only thing he has going for him is the little spiked up hair that persisted, from a scrapped idea i had of making him based on a Cacatua, with slicked back hair that popped up when he was angry.
His best friend Eurymachus( another of the leading suitors) was easier to draw, generic pretty rich boy,stop.He is like a background character that is just there rn
Tablo: Throughout the entire time (3 years) it took to resolve the controversy, [Hye Jung, Tablo's wife] never once made it seem like she was experiencing any hardships.
Host: Even though it was probably really difficult for her.
Tablo: Yes, it was probably even more difficult for her than for me. Much more difficult. But she always said, "It's okay, it's okay."
But, we did have one conflict.
We were eating together, and because I always had this troubled look on my face, the atmosphere while we were eating wasn't very good.
Suddenly, Hye Jung-ie slammed her spoon on the table.
"Hurry up and cry. Just hurry up and cry. Cry as much as you want," she said.
And at those words, I really cried.
She told me to just cry it all out now and put an end to all of it. She told me, "You're not someone who can't beat this. You're stronger than this."
So, like a child, I cried and cried.
Host: Did she not cry with you?
Tablo: She didn't cry then, but when the whole controversy was resolved, one day, I asked her, "It was hard, wasn't it?" And then she started crying really hard. She had held it all in. Even though she'd been wanting to cry, she thought it would, as a result, make me weaker.