REMI
What Ronin makes of the fresh blood he'll find beneath his fingers as they trail up Remi's back is of no concern for the Lullaby at this moment. Indeed, Remi's movements are almost frantic in their hastiness, seeking out Ronin's skin as if there is some ticking clock on this moment that must be beaten. What happens when the clock ticks down, is anyone's guess: Does Remi resort back into the monstrous beast, intent on tearing Ronin's throat out? Or does he simply miss the tide which will pull him out to release and relief, freeing him from the flood of desperate desire, and leaving him dissatisfied and restless?
Raising his hips that his husband might unbutton his pants, the Lullaby sighs with a strange sort of relief as his fingers tighten around the base of Ronin's cock. It's the right sort of tether he needs, a way toward a release that doesn't involve disembowelment or blood.
Using his free hand to help remove his own pants, the Lullaby kicks them off, relishing the feeling of the cool moss against his legs, before going to work on removing Ronin's.
Raising his hips that his husband might unbutton his pants, the Lullaby sighs with a strange sort of relief as his fingers tighten around the base of Ronin's cock. It's the right sort of tether he needs, a way toward a release that doesn't involve disembowelment or blood.
Using his free hand to help remove his own pants, the Lullaby kicks them off, relishing the feeling of the cool moss against his legs, before going to work on removing Ronin's.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
