"The Tiber? The same river where they found that body a few days ago? And women...enjoy walks along its shores. How...strange."

"Of course he would say that but you can visit the stables if you want. I have heard ladies enjoy walks by the Tiber."

"A dragon. You can see him, barely, just over that ridge," she replied, pointing at what looked like a small hill covered with red. "He's been watching us since you arrived."

"A beast? and what type of beast is that? We have quite the creatures in Yi Ti but I would never consider them a friend."

"Were you expecting a lady to have anything else? A pounding heart and trembling hands, perhaps?"

" Oh." The man's voice reigned with coyness and surprise. " A lady with a sword."

"Yeah? Maybe we should just let things...happen." Oh she knew that she risked her job if they got caught, but the petty side of her also knew that she could point out that her boss was doing the same thing, and with an intern, no less. So maybe being an accidental gossip this time wasn't a bad thing. Cassie grinned and moaned softly as she felt him motorboat her breasts, her nipples all perky and aching for prolonged attention. However, she wouldn't be satisfied with just that, and after what felt like several minutes of titty attention, she gently pushed his head away.

Far enough for her to reach between their bodies and start fumbling at his crotch. She thought that she'd waited long enough, and the warmth growing between her thighs was getting more and more difficult to ignore. "F-fuck, I'm so...so...horny..." Cassie whined, her fingers finally closing around his cock. With a startling swiftness, she managed to press the tip against her entrance and sink down onto the rest of it. "G-god...yes..."

As Cassie began shaking her tits in his face, Daniel couldn’t stop the moans that flowed from him. There was a great risk of being overheard, yet arousal dominated his psyche without any sign of a challenge. He loved motorboating her, and even when he’d indulged himself to an extent that his breathing was shallow when he pulled back, it was just mere moments before Daniel lowered his head again to kiss, nip and lick between Cassie’s ample, soft mounds. 

Simultaneously, the way Cassie ground herself down against his trapped cock helped prompt the low, gruff growls slipping from Daniel. His hands eagerly roamed her figure, and even when she asked him if he wanted others to watch them, Daniel still touched her in such fashion. Her question made him grin and he pulled back from her tits to look up at her, meeting her gaze. “All depends on you, babe. You know I’m wrapped around your little finger by now….” With the decision in her court, Daniel’s grin grew and he winked before going back down to motorboat her. 

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She could only whimper at this point, finding it almost impossible to express herself. His cock was rendering her mute, maybe even a little dumb with how little she could think for herself, but she had no problems with that. The only issue she found was that it had taken her this long to have him between her legs. Estella’s eyes rolled to the back of her head once he upped the pace, his balls loudly slapping against the bottom curves of her ass. He was pounding her at a dizzying speed now, and her orgasm ripped from her core, the wet squelching caused by his cock penetrating her flooded hole almost matching the volume of her moans. “Th-thank you,” she managed to say, and as she continued to hover over him, his hands on her hips in a firm grip, she could sense that he was pushing in another orgasm from her.

Watching this beautiful, young human ride him like her life depended on it was hypnotizing. Her warm, wet grip on his throbbing shaft was addicting, unlike any other he’d had. He admired her perfect body as she rode him hard, though he could feel her running out of energy. As she collapsed on his chest, he couldn’t help but smile. “Good girl” He purred softly, his hand caressing her back. “Let me take over.” He lifted her chin to kiss her. His hands moved down to her hips, lifting them up to allow him to begin thrusting into her. Starting off slow and steady, he soon began to increase his speed. He let out a soft groan, “You take it so well.” His voice was low and intimate, a way he had spoken to few others.

A girlish giggle escaped her when he drew her into a sensual embrace. His rough fingertips soon found their way over her clit, rubbing over the soft, sensitive flesh in almost lazy circles. “Your hand never slips, my love,” she murmured, smiling up at him. “It always knows exactly where to go.” While she had been initially concerned about Evelyn waking up and walking in on them, it became clear that she was still in bed and would remain in bed.

It was what made her bolder, her hand caressing Aragorn’s arm before sliding down his back, to reach for the hem of his shirt and start pulling it up. It ended up getting caught on one of his wrists, but after a few persistent tugs, she was able to pull it free and toss it carelessly to the side.

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Aragorn smirked “I just enjoy calling you my queen because you are… mine” he whispered and looked into her eyes with soft eyes. “You’re my love, always and forever” he whispered and pulled her closely, groaning at the sound of the bells. “I’m not getting up, not yet” he whispered and pulled her closer into the bed, knowing that Evelyn would still be fast asleep.

He moved his hand up her silk dress and sniggered, starting to rub down her clit softly. “My hand slipped” he whispered in her ear and kept massaging her clit softly to turn her on more. He couldn’t help himself, Aragorn couldn’t keep his hands off of Freya. The two of them were electric together.

He wasn’t the first mobster to believe that she was completely besotted by him. It seemed that most of them mistook her sexual desire for them as love or obsession, and she was more than happy to have them keep thinking that. It worked out in her favor, anyway, as she always got what she wanted, and it seemed that Azrael wasn’t going to be any different.

He was pushing that massive dick of his deeper, moving slowly so that she wouldn’t break, and she appreciated that. It gave her time to get used to him, and once more than half of his throbbing shaft was buried in her, she started begging him for more, to have him fulfill her need to be finally claimed by someone as big as him.

Azrael has made quite the splash since making New York City his new home. He’s had his fair share of run-ins with the most dangerous criminals in the city and has managed to either beat them into submission or convinced them to join his cause. He wasn’t sure where Ivy fell quite yet, but he didn’t too much care either way: she was clearly smitten by him and he’d use that (and her) to his advantage.

His cock buried as deep as it could go, Azrael started to thrust his hips slowly, teasingly, to get her used to his rather girthy length. He didn’t want to break his new toy quite yet, after all.

“So you’ll keep me hidden, huh? That what you want? That what gets you off?” she moaned, sensing him starting to play with her pussy. Her folds were parted before a finger sank into their sopping depths. The roughness of his fingertip added an electrifying stimulus that made her gasp and arch her back. “Oh baby…your finger feels so fucking good in me. Won’t you let me have your cock too, please? You’ve been working hard all day, so now let me work you hard. Make you come hard. Please, baby…I fucking need it…” Jennifer loved using her words as well as her body to please her partners. She also sent them lewd images, of thoughts that she had involving them and various pornographic situations. Like now, she was already sharing with him the image of her tied up on his motel bed, her legs spread and secured by thin pieces of rope, a vibrating wand pressed against her entrance.

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Shock. Such a good actress; that’s what made being inside her the best; then he could know it was genuine the shocking orgasms he gave her. He noted her sucking and was amazed. Always by her sensory needs, and so, he clamped down on her neck. “ You’re a sexy beast, too naughty to be let out on the world.” His name sounded so good in her mouth, and it was so arousing. Such a sight. A slick and wet cunt that was crying out from him and only him. His eyes piqued with arousal, and he was struck by the selfishness and desire to be lost to her hot insides. He brought his hands finally down on her chant, rolling over her wet lips and sighed, wanting to be inside her badly. He pulled open her folds, pushing his finger inside her, went tight change, and he sighed, convinced again how arousing she was.

“My, Wrath must have taken a shine to you,” she said, smirking. “I doubt it’ll take much to push you over the edge.” It made her wonder if she had unwittingly pushed Aphrodite to start a conflict before. There were times when that happened, and when it did, it sometimes led to complete bloodbaths. “Fortunately, I’m not in the mood to provoke you. I’m on holiday for a couple of weeks, if you can believe that.”

"Oh?" 

Aphrodite raises her eyebrows as she looks at the other woman.

  "I certainly have, darling." Aphrodite can't count on one hand the times she's flown into a rage and made a promise as a result of it. So she definitely has personal experience with it. A ton of it. She does her best to keep her promises, rage-inspired or otherwise. Though a ton of them fall into the former category and not the latter.

His lack of a response didn’t bother her. It became pretty clear that his body was doing most of the ‘talking’, and she had no problem with that. She accepted his merciless affections, his shaft splitting her open with each powerful thrust. Although she was close to her release, she had no plans of telling him to stop, not unless the sun threatened to break into the dark room they were both in.

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Predator. King. Bastard. Hero. Monster. Deliver. All things and kick more nut she was drawn to him regardless, maybe because of that. He gave her comfort and passion, and all he demanded was her whole being for his own use. So ravishing her came east as he thrust his form against her.

“You put too much value on them, Satyrn. Just because they have wealth doesn’t mean they are better than everyone else,” she chided him gently. Odessa used to think like him when it came to her other siren sisters, but once she realized that comparing herself to them wasn’t going to make her happy, she had stopped putting in the effort and focused on doing things she wanted. “And I happen to like your home.”

Satyrnine shook his head. "This is a hovel compared to how the other half live." He sighed, looking into Odessa's eyes. "I live in a tree, my dear." He stepped towards one of the chairs opposite her. "I don't know the first thing about decor. The kings and fae lords would have their own decorators. They are rich; they have power."

Well that was unexpected.

The sudden...fingering she received from him made her squeal, the sound muffled with his cock still stuffed in her mouth. Carla wriggled about, desperate to feel more, but she didn't want to leave him wanting and unstimulated. Not when she had started off so eager. So it was a balance between blowing him and having her mind blown, his tail full of ridges, or at least natural bumps that made her tremble and her clit ache. She could only imagine how blissful it would be once he was inside her...whether he used his tail or his cock to fuck her, she didn't care. And then he was, and she moaned, pulling him out of her mouth to give him a cock-drunk look. "Fuck, give me more of that please," she begged, his shaft snug under her fingers as she still jerked him off.

She was going to spoil him—every move she made, the eagerness that she went down on him, everything was making the powerful half-dragon mercenary come completely undone. His large claws tangled in her hair as she bobbed back and forth, and he growled with desire, bucking his hips forward to drive himself into her face. She was so hot—but he wasn’t about to be outdone so quick. With a low groan, he flicked his tail up to slide between her legs, the rough reptilian scales dragging over her folds before the tip pressed and pushed slowly into her.

She cried her heart out on his shoulder, her body trembling. But she was grateful that Nate was there for her; she had a feeling that things would have been so, so worse if he weren't. After a while, she stopped crying and slowly pulled away from him, her head bowed. "Th-thanks, Nate," she said, her eyes scrunched closed But she eventually opened them, smiling a little when she met his gaze. "I'm sorry. We were supposed to have fun, but I'm blubbering away on your shoulder."

The image of one of those tubby sea lions on the documentary she was watching a few days ago came to mind, and she started to giggle. Despite the horrible thing that had just happened, with Nate's help, she was able to calm down and even laugh, which was all part of what he did for her, whether he knew it or not. "Think we should...we should stay? I mean we could always come back to the beach when they've all left."

Nate thought he knew what was happening. He’d been dreading it from the moment she’d gotten the message, and remembered back to their time in high school. But even as mentally prepared as he was…the sight of the tears and the sound of her sobs crushed him. And for a moment, he just held her, and let her sob into his shoulder.

“Oh Tay…” he softly murmured, running a hand through her hair as he held her close. “Those fucking bastards don’t know a goddamn thing about you. No, you are not a whale—you are the single most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and if they can’t appreciate that, then they aren’t worth your time.” He slowly pulled back, reaching up to gently brush away her tears. “Besides, I’ll just beat their asses if they try anything, alright?”

“Lunch it is, then. You know I wouldn’t miss spending time with both of you.” Lavinia smiled, but unlike Jon, she politely refused another waiter’s offer to exchange her almost empty glass of champagne with a new one. She drank sociably, but it didn’t mean that she drank until she could no longer distinguish friends from passing acquaintances.

Maybe if she had been a bit more tipsy, his admission wouldn’t have had much of an impact. Instead, his words left her stunned, and she set the glass down on one of the waiters’ trays, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. “I…it…that might have been a better decision,” were the first words that she managed to gasp out. “But you know that I have never been as eager as most to find a husband and marry.” Unlike most women, however, she had the luxury of not finding romance or marriage. And her grandfather understood and supported that decision, even going so far as to say that there were no men who deserved her. Still, Jon’s admission was flattering, and she opened her fan to try and conceal the blush forming on her cheeks.

“If you come around lunch and stay for the afternoon, we would both be able to have the honour of your visit,” he teased with a small smile. He finished his almost full flute in one go before trading it for a new one in a similar, easy dance. He had been raised in the courts and parties and social functions, taking over for his father when he was a child. All of this was fearfully familiar to him. He had taken to the military because of the freedom from his family and social hell, but as the heir it had only been temporary.

“Thank you, Lavinia,” he said sadly. Then as the alcohol hit his brain and he felt a little bolder, “I know you did your best. You are smart and insightful and thoughtful. You care for those you love. Meghan loves time with you, and you are such a good influence on her.” He looked at her thoughtfully. “I wish you had matched me with yourself.” He silenced himself after that by putting the glass to his lips and drinking.

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The Fae Queen tilts her head some as she turns to the redhead a little more. She's younger for a witch than Ellyn was expecting though she definitely could feel the telltale crackle of magic in the younger woman's aura. Curiosity got the better of her and she grinned more, gesturing towards her a bit. "One of the New Age-y sort, then? All love, light, and full of cultural appropriation? I mean, my sister-in-law practices but she's got a more wholistic approach..." And briefly, for a moment, her glamour waivered; russet orbs glowing god for a mere moment before returning to normal. She wonders what the lass will say or do next; mischief and amusement filling her gaze. It wasn't every day that someone magical walked into her antique shop after all. "Either way, what can I do for you, lass? We're nearly about to close and I've got a club to go to after this."

“More like I want to get out of my mom’s shadow type of witch,” she replied, smiling. She could see why the older woman made the mistake: her clothes screamed hippie, from her bell bottom jeans to the fringe top she had on. But Seine was just glad to have found someone like her, not to mention a place where she could feel like herself. Her familiar, a black cat named Bathory, leaped gracefully onto the counter and began to meow, the silk-like tail slowly flicking back and forth before it sat down.

It was because of Bathory that she found the shop in the first place, and now, she felt the sense of urgency that she needed to be quick. Something she found difficult to do when she noticed those eyes glowing, and her mouth opened a little in awe. “Um…you wouldn’t happen to know if there’s a place where someone like me can stay for a while? I’m willing to pay for the inconvenience.”