Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
03.Jan.21, 01:28 PM
She was very good at soothing him, drawing the agitation and annoyance from him with well-placed hands and words. Years of practice had made her very good at managing his tempers. "Mhmm," he murmured as she trailed a finger down his chest before her hand was captured to bring her hand to his mouth. "You're right," he continued as he placed a kiss against her palm and nibbled sharply at her fingertips before releasing her. "I would have thought of it eventually," he told her with a dip of his chin to look directly in her eyes with a warning, "And do not ever do that again outside this room." He couldn't have people thinking that his mistress was the mastermind behind all of his endeavors. She could never be viewed as anything more than a piece of ass by his equals.
Flattery was always a good way for Esille to win a fight before it ever started and Pendalier's confidence resolidified into the rock-hard ego he always possessed. His hand returned to her thigh, running along the inside of it until he reached her center. He grunted quietly when he reached what he sought, already thickening between his thighs. Fingers shifted any undergarments away from the prize he sought and he laid soft fingers against her slit. "It was a good suggestion," he agreed and reward her with a soft slide of his finger through her tight curls.
"Open it now," he told her roughly, "I want to see it around your neck while I fuck you silly." A Turn's End gift in more ways than one, Pendalier's ego demanded that he possess her, remind her who was the master in their relationship no matter how soothed his ego had been with her carefully said words. Their relationship was unconventional and at times violent, but Pendalier would never toss Esille over even if he were to take another stupid and insipid wife.
(A platinum necklace with a medium-sized gemstone at the center. Something like this Necklace but platinum instead of leather.)
Flattery was always a good way for Esille to win a fight before it ever started and Pendalier's confidence resolidified into the rock-hard ego he always possessed. His hand returned to her thigh, running along the inside of it until he reached her center. He grunted quietly when he reached what he sought, already thickening between his thighs. Fingers shifted any undergarments away from the prize he sought and he laid soft fingers against her slit. "It was a good suggestion," he agreed and reward her with a soft slide of his finger through her tight curls.
"Open it now," he told her roughly, "I want to see it around your neck while I fuck you silly." A Turn's End gift in more ways than one, Pendalier's ego demanded that he possess her, remind her who was the master in their relationship no matter how soothed his ego had been with her carefully said words. Their relationship was unconventional and at times violent, but Pendalier would never toss Esille over even if he were to take another stupid and insipid wife.
(A platinum necklace with a medium-sized gemstone at the center. Something like this Necklace but platinum instead of leather.)
