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@kirijo
18 / female / masochists / Queen (❤️)

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My Self-Summary

I am a Queen, shouldn't you be the one trying to sell yourself to me?

My Future Plans

The House saw fit to gift me with a riding crop, ask me nicely and I'll show it to you.

My Talents

I have been gifted with superior intellect and beauty. I am also exceptionally modest.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy the music of Chopin while being hand-fed petit fours.

My Ideal Partner

A lowly, filthy peasant who worships the ground I walk on and takes all of their punishments like a good pet.

Height 5'5 Body Type Slender yet curvy Smokes No Drinks I enjoy champagne Drugs I prefer to keep a clear head Sign Taurus Education College level Occupation Corporate Femdom Income Billionaire Status Children None Pets None yet. Isn't that why I'm completing this form? Hobbies Fencing, literature and making you kneel.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENTJ-A The Commander

ENERGY

66%

extraverted

MIND

63%

intuitive

NATURE

66%

thinking

TACTICS

100%

judging

IDENTITY

71%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

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[icequeenly]

[ Oh she can feel it alright. Her gaze falls between his legs to confirm her suspicions and the quiet hiss of a reprimand that follows is merely halfhearted at best. Its effectiveness is not at all helped by the red tinge of Mitsuru's cheeks. ]

Ragna.

[ She finds herself moving into his touch as moves along the curve of her hip, then her leg, a light shiver running through her body in what seems like anticipation...

It shouldn't happen this quick, she shouldn't be wet at the thought of what they could be doing while they're stuck hiding out like this. She shifts again, her hips tilting upwards, pressing herself against him there as she gazes up at him through those dark lashes and merlot orbs of hers. ]

We... We really shouldn't.

[ They really shouldn't!! ]

[belialedge]

[ The instant her hips tilt upwards, Ragna's gaze is locked upon those dark lashes as his grip on his own restraint is slipping all over again. They may have stood a chance together. May have. If Mitsuru hadn't found herself shifting and tilting her ups to meet that thickened heat between his legs as he finds himself settled between her spread set. It didn't help that he can see that arch in her back. The way it presses those full breasts of hers out so invitingly for his eyes.

Those same pair that he'd spent ample time sucking on and lavishing with so much attention last night. ]

Then stop rubbing up against me.

[ A bold thing to say when your cock was filling out so much that it taps dauntingly past her navel as the weight of it pulses against her stomach. Precum was already beading and wetting her taut belly where the bell end of him could reach so deep if it were possible. Of course it wasn't. But that visual between the two of them has him swallowing thickly as he closes his eyes for a fleeting second or two. Just a mental check as he rears his hips back and slots the underside of his dick against her smooth pussy lips, slowly rolling back and forth as if either one of them needed further warming up. ]

Spell's still up.

[icequeenly]

[ This is it. They are officially terrible. Or at least Mitsuru thinks that of herself, given how harshly she judges herself and what a high standard she holds herself to on a regular day. Now here she is, invisible and in bed with an extremely muscular man that she is actually contemplating another sexual encounter with while the house's cleaning staff are literally in the next room...

Possibly about to enter her bed chambers to clean.

Mitsuru finds herself groaning, soft and needy as he rubs his rapidly hardening cock against her pussy, the slick between her legs only increasing as her body immediately responds to his presence there... Her lips grind softly against the head of his dick and it takes every inch of her self control not to just jerk her hips and take him in. Ragna might have other ideas though...

The redhead swallows, ] ...You wouldn't happen to be able to muffle noise too, would you?

[ For no reason. No reason whatsoever... ]

beg forgiveness for the wait weh

[belialedge]

[ If it made Mitsuru feel any better? That thought never crossed his mind upon waking up either. For all intents and purposes, he was going to thank her for a good night, treat her to a personal breakfast, and let her carry on with her day when the two of them finished cleaning up and visiting. Then again, how did their first true encounter start? He'd meant to protect her from her own entourage so that she could at least feel some sense of normalcy amidst this smutty madhouse. Then what happened? He whisked her away to her Queen's Chambers by the end of the night to work some of that salacious tea out of their systems. Her birthday? Spent in bed with two ravenous wolves, turning the tables and eager to devour her for just how delicious she was, top to bottom for every curve.

The voluptuous red vixen, ensnaring her personal hare for an evening when he felt that he had nowhere else to go. Until Mitsuru was a shaking, literally squirting mess of a girl from gettingher insides rearranged by his thick cock. That very same rapidly hardening cock that slots up neatly against her pussy right now. The less questions they asked about how and why, the easier it was to just...fall right back in. Hardly a complaint when she looked as stunning as she was beneath him, flustered cheeks and that audible swallow that gets his dick stirring so promisingly between them. Until he rears his hips back just enough that the next time he adjusts himself on top of her, the slicked underside of his length presses against her stomach, reaching dauntingly past her navel as fresh precum beads from the proud tip. ]

Yeah...I got a trick for that.

[ First, however, under the invisible veil of his camouflage Ars, he angles his hips with a hand gripping the base of his swollen cock, rubbing the bell end along her smooth folds before sighing under his breath as best as he damn well can when he thrusts forward. Spreading her insides around his thick girth, he doesn't care to bottom out straightaway inside her molten wet cunt as her grip of him threatens to make him belt out a moan of his own. But he grits his teeth instead, hissing in pleasure as heat blooms around the inches she's taken so far whilst he's granted an eyeful of her voluptuous form arching and taking his dick so good. ]

Fuck— girl...

[ It's always so good. Should her voice get carried away on her, however, as he threatens to split her open even deeper as he pushes and throbs, towering over her as he does and covering her much smaller body, Ragna's free hand gently clasps over her mouth. ]

forgiveness for me too!!

[icequeenly]

[ Honestly, she's still a little sore from last night. Sore in that deeply desirable way that indicates an evening between the sheets extremely well spent, particular with Ragna and his... well, size.

A whimper threatens to spill forth from her lips as he presses inside of her, stretching around his length, except he's- He's covering her mouth. It's the first time anyone has done to that to her during sex, understandable really given the circumstances but her eyes still widen in shock as another sound escapes her and is immediately muffled by his hand; a whimper of pleasure this time.

Mitsuru can't entirely describe it but somehow it feels bad- except in a good way? To know that nobody can see precisely what he's doing to her right now but that it's in plain sight regardless, combined with the way he covers her mouth and she's made to take him without being allowed to make a sound. It's something. The deep red flush on her cheeks says as much as she gazes up at him with wide, imploring eyes - she wants him to keep going, harder. ]

IT'S A FORGIVEATHON VITT

[belialedge]

[ It's because of that softer whimper that Mitsuru nearly lets spill that has him gently silencing her. But of course he wasn't going to just keep his hand clasped over her mouth like some damned muzzle either. Just a gestured hush while he gives a more firm snap of his hips until her curvy frame is jostled on the bed beneath him, the proud bell end of his cock spearing on her core as he breathes a hot sigh for her. ]

Nnn...

[ They shouldn't be speaking...they can't. Not if they want the staff to notice as they draw nearer to the bedchambers. Would he even notice if they stepped into the room? Would they spot the bedspread rustling invisibly and assume it was phantoms making a mess of the Queen's room? Not again...they'll just have to go and fetch a specialist to exorcise them from Mitsuru's room if that's the case. It's the best case scenario that either one could ask for as his hand over her mouth loosens, fingers splaying until the tips were plucking upon her luscious lips. If she pipes up again, he'll cover her mouth. But right now, he wants to watch her face, her tits rolling hypnotically in his periphery as he keeps the pace slow to start, but the force behind his thrusts hardening as her insides are tested by the weight of his cock heavily lurching inside her. ]