Varkas has two moods, pissed or very pissed.
Finally finished my Pirate original character yay ! 🤩
I'm liking him a bit too much, which means he will suffer... 😈
Tell me in the comments what is a staple of a good pirate story for you ?!
-Original character
-Do not repost, copy or edit
-NOT related with any of my works for Beemoov
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Varkas a deux humeurs, énervé ou très énervé.
J'ai enfin fini mon perso original de pirate yay ! 🤩
Je l'aime un petit peu trop, ce qui veut dire qu'il va souffrir... 😈
Commente pour me dire quel est, selon toi, un incontournable dans une histoire de pirates ?!
-Personnage original
-Ne pas reposter, copier ou modifier
-Pas en lien avec mon travail à Beemoov
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Hidden Gem
smut, riding the Talokan king. idk.... pee pee and woo woo mush. wakanda forever spoiler i guess....
Tin wa'alaj teech ya'ab Óoxten! ; I told you many time!
In yakunaj ; My dear
Beet, a reto ; Do it, I dare you
Chúuns táanil ; Keep going.
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Oh what would they say?
How would they react to the ruthless urge of the man with a strong will of anything he sees, anything he touch.
The grip of both of his brutal hands, on the skin of a clueless creature, a fragile, incomparable to anything of his power.
A God of all people, whose under his words.
The sun was in his hand. He brought it to shine the dark water of his people.
Do they know?
Will they ever know?
The rush of being a hidden little gem of him, being unknown.
His people. Will they ever open the closed curtain of his cave, to find their king's entanglement with a mortal being?
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"Ah, Namor. Stop… please…" she plead, as she sat on her throne. A place which only her body can remarks on, a place which the king presents to her. A queen's throne.
"Tin wa'alaj teech ya'ab Óoxten! That is not who I am to you. K'uk'ulkan. Say it, in yakunaj. Praise me!"
She moved lazily, waving her body to the front with her hands on his chest. With a little strength of the thin air, she gave a soft move lifting her body to bounce back on his, rewarding her with a hard grunt spilled from his brown lips, driving fast to her ear, echoing the walls around her. Lewd and melting.
"Chúuns táanil, love."
As her head was swimming in the ocean of his creation, she only felt the depth of how far he had gone. The feeling of his cock fulfilling her walls could only go for the sky. Overwhelmed and intoxicated, she bounce lightly with little consciousness. She came to the state of realization when his hands gripped tightly to both of her thighs, planting a short length of his nails deep on her innocent skin. "…mor… Namor… I can't…" his eyes was closed, feeling her clenching walls around him, driving him to drown in her as she fell deeper to the ocean of both of them.
"Stop, beet. A reto." he dared. A command in which he stared directly into her brown eyes.
But, she stopped. She did.
The little light glistened her tired eyes, hazy, heavy. She deepens his length by pressing her body down a little more, "Shhh… in yakunaj, you only pulling your king into madness even more." he said, while his hand stayed a little longer on her hips. Toying her body as his puppet. She tilted her head to the left, showing curiousness, with her hair covering most of the side of her face.
"I wonder…" she whispered.
Attachment of one girl to a man of mysteries and myth. Have you ever wonder what lies beneath him? The power he held? Those long years of loneliness, haunting, chasing and craving the used of slumbers with no touch or even the soft whisper of a women. The moment was her, she looked down, from his eyes, his neck, then the brown skin painting his abdomen. Her fingers danced for a short while, staring at the scarless, yet she knows the surface of him has faced many of anything she could ever face. He looked to the sweet little girl with her wandering eyes, wondering what was running in her brain and her eyes, she whispered, any word of her own while facing his skin.
"A God, a man, how would I ever fight his temptation? Who else will I beg to when his own hands pull me to sit and become his own queen. His sheer will and his poisonous words pouring acid to my skin and now he filled it with a part of him. Love, how do you expect me to walk away when your most harshest command sounded like your kindest request. " her words, inside of her beautiful mind.
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"My king, K'uk'ulkan. Forgive me, sir."
She then bent to find his lips met with her, giving him a sweet taste of her just to sank his head a little more to the pillow he lay his head on as she lift half of her body and bounces her body the way she did earlier.
The way it supposed to.
The way he loves it.
"Agh.. Ahh.. Love, t-t-the sun shine bright for my people." he stuttered, talked through the mess she was trying to make out of the king. Grunting out the pleasure pumping him to the edge.
"…b-but, for you… the universe will be on its knees."
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