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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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The moan escaping the bookmaker's lips kindled the fire burning hot and brightly in Remi's belly, a feeling which was beginning to spread lower. He felt the muscles in his legs tense, eager to drive downwards against Sam. For the moment however he held back, enjoying the way Sam's desperateness seemed to grow both metaphorically and physically beneath him.
Despite how Sam raised himself further into Remi's awaiting hand, still the alchemist's touch did not quicken with haste or need. His name slipping from Sam's lips had caused a shiver to roll down his spine, and he was eager to hear the man whisper his want again and again and again. With a delicious wickedness, Remi tugged gently at Sam's lower lip with a voracious grin, his breath coming in hot but steady bursts, a question tingling on his tongue. Sam didn't need to breathe, but could Remi still make him gasp for more?
Pushed away but not deterred, Remi gazed down at Sam with colour high in his cheeks. "This is about you, remember? Is that what you want?" Remi replied, his voice husky now instead of melodic, a carnality darkening his normally oh-so pale stare. Moving his hand off of Sam and onto his own pants, Remi undid them easily, shucking them off with a few quick movements of his hips. It helped that he could temporarily alter the proportions of his body to assist with this task.
Entirely unencumbered now, the alchemist rolled astride the bookmaker, hovering over top of him so that only the raw length of his arousal bridged the space between them for a moment. With a hungry glint in his eyes, Remi lowered himself with a moan, forcing Sam's head back with insistent and yearning kisses against his throat as his back arched letting his hips press against Sam's own. Breathing heavily, teeth nipping and lips dancing across the bookmaker's neck and jaw, Remi reached a hand down to try and fit it against Sam's lower back, pulling him upwards into each of Remi's thrust's while his own hips bucked steadily down.
remi
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
