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𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ✨🌱TEMP PINNED🌱✨ 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒

“Hm? Oh am I aglow again? Don’t mind it; happens from time to time…”

@RomanDildo_ //Ear fingering and rubbing and play until she creams her pants I mean what

@GoldenLionLord Does he enjoy seeing her in it again? It doesn’t fit her chest or waistline quite as well anymore, she’s a bigger woman… But it brings back old memories.

@GuildedShaman It brings him memories of joy. Their age of plenty, when the erdtree was still warm like the sun. When she was bearing their first children, and they were still a happy family

She’s trying on an old outfit, from her days battling the Gloam Eyed Queen and when she first appeared in the Mountain Top of the Giants. It’s a hornsent garb… it hurts to wear now… Yet… it’s also the outfit she wore while pregnant with her firstborns… Love and agony.

“WHOS A GOOD BOY!” Big hug and scritches time!

in the gaol. straight up "lamenting it". and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. My peanits

@GoldenLionLord Tooth-whip. Poor tooled surgery. The mark of melted and fused flesh and bone and bodies. Where many numen made one woman in the horrors of the jars. She made a quiet sound, anxiety. A fragility meant only for him.

@GuildedShaman “The fact thou’rt still here. The fact thine strength surpassed theirs, that thou survived and they did not. That is deserving of honor.” The lord gently picks up her foot, placing a kiss on the bridge of it where faded tooth-whip marks lay

A Queen’s body, bathed in gold hides many things. Many scars and marks and imperfections and the cracks of a stone body reconstructed. “Forgive me… for not being as perfect as my statues claim…” Marks of motherhood, slavery, and everything in between…

She misses her dogs…

I’ll take you on walkies if you do~

So clear your schedule~

@WarriorNepheli So it fell to her wide, proven child baring hips, her breasts pressed into the wall, hiding them from view. “Seduce me~”

@WarriorNepheli Marika moaned loudly and happily. Immediately her nearby guards drew their weapons on the woman, but Marika waved them off. “Little warrior, I could break you in an instant…” She purred, coldly. “So if you want me… beg.” She smiled, slipping her dress off her shoulders +

She’s walking through Leyndell, don’t mind her. Just on her way to see an orchard she’s been helping to grow. Feel free to stare~

@GoldenLionLord Husband dearest… most of those are the marks of whips and evolution… there is no honour to be found in marks of survival… If I have honour for any marks, it’s the stretch marks on my stomach, the bite mark on my neck, and the scars around my womanhood from our first time.

@GuildedShaman Scars are the mark of a mighty warrior. Each telling a tale of bravery. Thou needst not apologize for thy past. And if I must kiss each and every scar to make thee understand, I shall

“Well…~” She giggled lustfully and lightly slapped her face with the meat. “Strip, then suck.” She commanded, with a maternal dominant tone, but her motherly gentleness still audible.

You heard me.

Marika purred softly. It wasn’t overly huge. It was warm and had some weight to it. Pulsing softly in her hands and leaking precum onto her face. It smelt of wheat and fresh berries. “If it’s too much, just say so dear, I don’t mind just having a visual aid.”

//Forget gay panic, I’d have gay spontaneous combustion. Vaporised on the spot.

Google: How to explain to your creation that you’re extremely pent up and miss your partners and kind of just need to rail someone for a few weeks?