𝓐𝙈𝙎𝙐 𝙄𝙑𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙃 .

He has many meetings ahead of him today. The jackal prays that they will be swift, so that he can visit his favourite oasis, whist the sun is still high in the sky.

Feel free to meet him there, if you so please.

(( i have been

very absent —

(( brought my yordle to this site :)

Either way, it’s welcome.

Can’t say he’s ever worn one before.

just this once. . .

put the maid outfit down.

A very handsome man.

MEN. 🖤

pussy fire

amsu hums, allowing her to remain close. his midsection is slim and smooth, as if encased in velvet.

“ describe it to me. “

he coos, ears twitching, waiting for the lupine to utter a response.

he can tell. by no means is he surprised, as many have come to be fond of his effeminate, floral scent.

“ try not to lose yourself. “

he jests, golden gaze regarding her with glee.

amsu quirks a brow, as if taken aback by her forward disposition. still, he’s not opposed to having someone savour his scent.

it’s akin to. . . a decadent flower.

he chuckles, wispy tail swaying to and fro, like a plume onyx tainted smoke.

(( puntable but cute

well, there’s only one way for her to find out. ~

come, come. he doesn’t bite.

⁠✧ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧
𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙

"𝘎'𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢!"

so very dull. . .

(( wip… ✨

There’s no point in locking them. You’d get in either way.

For me? You should have. ~

The neighbourhood being my own personal chambers?

You have a habit of letting yourself in.

I certainly did!

And my, just who I wanted to heed my call.

daily mpreg post

“ And they say chivalry is dead. ~ “

He likes his style.

Amsu quirks a brow, as the much larger man’s tongue unfurls, gliding along his plush, velvety flesh.

“ Mmh. . . “

He hums, already feeling a brimming warmth between his thighs.

Amsu is taken aback, by the gesture. Not because he dislikes it, but rather, due to how thoroughly Sigmus’ tongue fills his maw.

He gasps, as the larger man pulls away, a thread of spittle hanging between them.

“ Feel free to give it a sample. . . “

“ Others cook for me, rather than the other way around. “

Amsu teases, still idly kneading away. His digits are precise and skilled, each gentle rub having meaning behind it.

“ . . . But I can make an exception. ~ “

He chuckles, giving the man’s gut a firm pat.

“ Most men do. “

Amsu teases, shifting closer. His delicate digits idly knead at Sigmus’ stomach.

“ So it’s true, what they say. The fastest way to a man’s heart, is his stomach. “

Rub, rub, rub.

Oddly therapeutic.

“ I care not for what others thing of me. “

He remarks, humming, as Sigmus idly caresses his sleek physique. His tail swishes to and fro, like a furred pendulum.

“ . . . As comfy as can be. “

Their size difference is staggering, to say the least.

Say no more.

With a sultry smile, Amsu takes his place upon the crocodile’s lap. Velvety fur meets smooth scales, a tempting concoction.

Hands rest upon the man’s gut, gently rubbing over its glossy finish.