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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 only downside of Sam's teeth against his neck was the strangeness of not having anything for his own mouth to be doing. Letting his head slip back slightly, Remi squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the brilliant dance of erotic imagery ghosting behind his eyelids as he lost himself deeper into the waters of Sam's bite.
Gasping as Sam pulled away, Remi's hand gripped with a predatory neediness against the back of Sam's hip, driving him ever closer even as the loss of the ascended's chemicals pulled against him coldly like a receding wave. Following languidly as Sam encouraged his body on top of his once again, Remi hungrily smiled down, his lips and teeth hungry to engorge himself on what he'd been denied while Sam's teeth were at work. Licking the taste of his own blood of Sam's lips incited something predatory within him, and the rumble that echoed through his chest was decidedly feline and definitely voracious.
"There is something to be done first.." Remi whispered huskily against Sam's ear, nipping at his lobe. Sliding down Sam's body once again, the alchemist trailed a line of kisses that were decidedly straighter and faster than his hazy descent had been previously. Halting around Sam's hip bone, Remi looked up with a reassuring, if not heat-filled, smile. With magic at his disposal, Sam's first time didn't need to be like his had been. With a hand that slowly trailed along the back of Sam's thigh, Remi planted kiss after kiss on the inside of the opposite leg, as a clear substance appeared on his fingers. Timing it so that the instant his fingers began to try and relax the skin around the hole Sam had been begging him to be in, his lips and tongue would close around the head of his cock. Moaning as he took the man into his mouth, Remi's tongue expertly trailed and flattened around the hardness of Sam, while his lips evenly rushed up and down. His fingers meanwhile gently massaged and lubricated to prepare Sam for what he'd asked for.
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.