eldritch-spouse

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi! Hello! I made Valentines Day art! It's a little late, but I hope you dont mind. It's my first attempt at digital art, so please enjoy it. Thank you! (It's based on the stacking donuts ask)

(Pinnie... Pinnie, his eyes are anatomically correct hearts while their's are cartoon hearts... Pinnie, this may be my magnum opus)

The drawing referenced in this post.

Is that really your first try with digital? I remember mine, it was... Bad. 💀 But yours is pretty good, I think you can get used to it in no time!!

I did not miss the anatomically correct hearts. It may be me waxing poetic here, but that could be a testament to Livius' visceral and raw form of love, as opposed to the reader/viewer, whose love is a lot softer and healthier. Maybe one day you'll get to stack those donuts.

Super cute!!! Thenk you very much for the Valentine's art! 💫 :Y

[eldritch-spouse]

IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY I SAW HIS OUTFIT WRONG. I DREW IT INCORRECTLY. IM SORRY PINNIE PLEASE FORGIVE ME A REVISION IS COMING

It's okay, it's okay, it's a confusing outfit, I own up to that. I don't mind it when people make little mistakes drawing my characters, that's the most natural thing. Do you still want me to post the other one?

Let me help though.

The flap around his neck on the "over" drawing isn't connected to the "under" sections and will shift when he bends around. When Livius stands straight(-er), it looks like it's part of the bottom section though.

Livius' outfit is incredibly stretchy and sticks to his skin regardless of whatever utterly insane twisting pose he strikes. It doesn't cover much of his body, which is necessary for him to move fluidly.

[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie, something terrible has happened. I can't stop thinking about total fail sex with Livius.

I imagine Livius acting desperate and pathetic because he knows it'll turn his queen on (and it absolutely is), but she's an incurable virgin; so she's just going, "wowza... holy smokes" and completely ruining the mood.

It only gets worse when Livius starts doing it too...

(Also, can I be 🍈 anon, please? It's completely understandable if not. Much love from SK!!)

[Sure! I don't really tag anons, but I'll remember you. :}]

For as much as Livius feels the need to get under your skin, metaphorically and not offensively, to become a puppet of your likeness- He does also crave sex. Carnality, beyond intimacy, just the animalistic act itself, a finish shared with you.

The start of your erotic encounters with him were tentative, Livius embodied the gentle and anxious virgin as much as you did, the two of you would share fleeting touches and hushed moments of quiet, almost secretive grinding, groping, touching under clothes and refusing to make eye contact. It was foreplay, it was necessary, he liked it even!

But no matter how gently the Icon prodded, you never seemed to grow that extra inch of courage, and he knew, from long reflections about your filthiest cravings, that becoming forceful would put out the fires you've both been stoking. Old Lords help him, he can't just continue to exchange awkward one-liners with you...

Thus, Livius shifts, no longer is he you, he's what you crave. The partner you chew your bottom lip over, jealous that others get to live out that fantasy, but never you.

It was as sudden as the slam of his bedchambers' doors.

You whipped around, facing a jarringly different Livius from the one that had been timidly returning your under the table footsie session.

The teal demonoid throws himself at you, elongated limbs trapping you to a vanity table that didn't seem to get much use before you came along. Livius stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, huffing the scent of you like a mutt in the throes of the most unsightly rut, his strange imward-curved needle teeth flirting with your shivering skin before his tongue follows, unabashed and invasive in its desire to profile you. Maybe, if he tasted enough of you, he himself could exude that flavor, that smell.

Any noise of shock you make is immediately overshadowed by his own reactive vocalizations, grossly wanton, keening noises like he's been dying to do this -and really, he has- long arms coiling over your midsection, nearly forcing the air out of you.

" L- Livius...? "

There's a frantic string of whispers that sound like your name, you're somewhat awkwardly readjusted to sit on the vanity, with Livius' comparatively massive form slotting itself between your legs. Unnatural flexibility comes in handy when he unsubtly and harshly starts grinding his hips against you.

This side of his is unknown to you. Of course, you've been around the King long enough to know that he's capable of flipping like a switch, and therefore always unpredictable to a degree. However, his infatuation makes it so that you are most often the target of his mimicry, in a way where you might predict his actions based on your own patterns. So, when he suddenly chooses to pick up a different role, it always leaves you at a loss.

To further aggravate things, you've never taken things far sexually. You've never been touched the way Livius touches you, you've never been wanted the way he wants you. Coveted to a rotten obsession that he contorts to accomodate, molds over.

As your body trembles and fires up to feverish flashes of arousal, there's no guidance to cling to, no saving grace. You're a fish out of water, yet secretively pleased by his debauched state. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you know it's too suspicious a coincidence that Livius would simply act like this. He knows, like he always seems to know, what you want to see.

Your name is whined out, a rattle of desperation from the Icon whose straining cock prods at your heat, under the layers of a pompous dress. It's an odd thing, you've felt it, tapered and textured as if broken into rigid segments. Long. But then, all of Livius is stretched to an eerie longness. Either way, his flimsy excuse of a garb couldn't hope to contain it now. He doesn't care that he's making a mess of his own clothes, or spreading precum on your already damp panties.

You open your mouth to gasp, to say something, but perhaps knowingly, Livius doesn't let you.

" Please- " He all but moans against your cheek, slightly drooled lips somewhere between pecks and nips. " Please fffuck me, I've been waiting- I've been good. "

You sputter and buffer like a dusty machine, only capable of reflexively meeting his motions when Livius begins harshly mimicking genuine thrusts.

" Don't I deserve this? This one time? "

Is he crying? Or drooling on you? Unclear.

" I uh- Uhm... "

You don't even have the sense to be embarrassed about your fumbling, not when this little senseless grinding already has you breaking a steaming sweat.

Once again, it appears Livius is determined to ignore most of what comes out of your mouth, likely knowing you don't yet have the confidence to do much more than squeaking in the bedroom. He still repeats the noises, sometimes, not even mockingly. You think he likes them.

The King tires of the stall, big hands now struggling with a dress that's not at all complicated to remove. Nevertheless, you're not scared of the insistent tug of his claws this way and that, the first rip of the garment eliciting a shiver down your spine. He doesn't wait until it's fully off to start groping at your sides and chest.

To ruin the mood, your fear barrels through the arousal, reminding you that you'll be seen naked by the demonlord. Without saying a word to stop him, your arms fly everywhere to protect what's left of your modesty when even your panties are swooped away.

" No nonono let me. " He rasps, shoving piles of clothes away. Frantic hands attempt to gently bat yours away, nudging and groaning when you don't immediately relent. Perhaps not because you're still afraid, but rather because you want to hear him a little more. " Let me! " Livius growls through grit teeth. " Let me see Let me see- Everything! "

And you do, awkwardly standing before him like the exact opposite of a statue- Ungraceful, trembly, pert and wet.

It doesn't matter, Livius still fumes, eyes enlarged, a dust of heat on his cheeks getting darker and darker. You think his fingers brush just about every part of your body, from chest to tummy down to every inch of your legs, fluttering against your soaked pussy just to make you jolt, just to giggle at it. He throbs visibly, snapping his own clothes off in a blink.

With a force that you would expect to shatter the whole thing, the Icon throws himself onto the large bed, legs spread, arranging pillows behind and around him. The giddy look on his face, the panting, he looks more animal than man in this moment.

" Come! " He beckons, the swat of his eager tail distracting you. " Come on, hop in pretty girl... "

You don't. Not due to reluctance, more so the freezing agony of not knowing what to do. Do you... Walk normally? Are you supposed to look flirty? Do you say something?

His arm extends rapidly, a palm right in front of your face breaking that tense standstill. Wordlessly, you take it, letting the King lead you to him in a zig-zag pattern that's silly enough to make you giggle.

Before you know it, you've been knocked right on top of him, quickly sitting straight. There's nothing between the two of you... You've never felt the sensation of your partner pressing against you, skin to skin, heat to heat. His hardness pulses beneath you, Livius bites his teeth and wets his lips so much that his tongue simply drools onto his chest.

" Ahahah... What- What do I do? "

Do you line him up? Is he supposed to line up? How hard should you descend on him? What if it hurts?

" Nothing! " The King laughs. " Put your arms on my shoulders. " He contorts himself to allow you to do so. " ... And look at me. "

You feel yourself getting lifted effortlessly, the tip of his cock parked in the right position after only a moment of shifting hips. He licks a stripe up your neck while slowly, carefully grinding you onto that tapered cock and cooing at you when the thickness starts truly stretching you out. Cooing becomes a grunted moan when you bottom out, he writhes with self-restraint, like a worm on a hook, so very desperate to buck into you and hear the sound of your ass slapping onto him with each harsh piston.

Your own whines turn into incredulous exhaling as you take in the sensation of feeling full, penetrated, seated so firmly that he's nudging what you think might be the limits of your anatomy's depth. Isn't this kind of thing supposed to hurt?

Livius huffs so loud it sounds like steam coming out his mouth, words choked into noises before he can be minimally coherent. " Ghhn- I wanted this for too long, too long... "

You don't know what to say, you don't even want to say anything when he first experimentally rocks beneath you, the motion buzzing any higher thought out of your brain for a second. The pressure of him within you is so delicious that you can't help clench, pulse, trying to milk it, as if you could bury him in you further.

It occurs to you that Livius might want you to ride him. How though? What motions are you supposed to make? You never thought about this in detail, what if you have no rhythm at all and it just gets awkward?!

" Uhm hah- Wowie- "

Two meaty hands slap onto your sides, fingers fanning to take a firm hold of you.

" Wowzers. " He perhaps mocks. " Hold on tight now please! " The demonoid shifts his shoulders as if to remind you.

" Wh-? "

In a surprisingly fluid, stupidly childish move, Livius whips his arms up and down like a string, near effortlessly beginning to bounce you on him like a dirty, bumpy carousel ride.

There's no telling what expressions you're making, or what sounds you manage to squeak out between tremulous gasps, but when your vision isn't cloudy with tears of intensity, you swear he's got the most pathetic drooling swoon on his face, careening into madness.

[eldritch-spouse]

So, if I give Mooncalf my name... Are we married now? Or am I his property? How about both?

" Marriage...? "

It seems you've given him quite a lot to think about. Mooncalf looks as if he's physically frozen, stuck pondering the idea. He's unreadable, as per usual. Head twitching this way and that, like he's savoring parts of the concept.

" You are mine. " He reiterates, razor-like pupils focusing on you as if in search of any challenge. " And you best not whine! "

The fae hums, shifting rapidly in pitch.

" ... But a ceremony, yes, is that what you wish for? "

When Mooncalf snaps his fingers, you feel a sudden weight in your hand, opening it to spot two rings. One is clearly meant to fit his pudgy gloved fingers, the other seems tailored to your size. The shank and head look to be made of silver, but the center piece upon them is what makes you blink. Moonstone? Figures.

When you look back at Mooncalf, he's in a white suit. It's an odd style on him, bizarre even. A large curling flower sits in his breast pocket and the pants end abruptly above animalistic ankles.

" Of course, of course! Anything for my dear wife- "

The scenery of his pocket space begins rapidly changing to an open field, you stand above a bright altar while chairs sprout behind you, white doves flying above, in a sky made of lies.

" The love of my longest life! "

[eldritch-spouse]

You mentioned that Mooncalf goes through heat, what is ue like during a rut?

TW: Altered states of mind (consensually or not)

Fey mostly breed with other fey. But when that's not on the menu, or they simply have different tastes, that's when things get interesting.

A non-fey partner has to be hunted. Different strokes for different folks, but most hunting methods for these types of monsters usually work on the basis of luring and deceiving.

When his rut approaches, Mooncalf gets an intense desire to trap those who he finds attractive (or just people his hormonal mind will nod towards), and in this case, that would be you.

Presuming you haven't met yet, you wouldn't know he's a fey at all, initially.

He'll target you when you're alone, or at the very least, drive others away so he can get you alone.

Mooncalf glamors himself in a humanoid figure that, at first glance, appears to be no more than a conventionally attractive man. His eyes may be a little too striking, and his speech can sometimes seem awkward, but he looks charming enough that you won't want to pay attention to details... Such as how his long hair will be arranged to cover pointed ears.

He'll usually be on the verge of tears when he approaches you, or crying to himself waiting for you to politely initiate conversation.

The fey has a number of strategies he uses, from claiming he desperately needs help finding a lost possession to, if you're particularly gullible or charmed by him, saying he has nowhere to stay for a number of really sympathetic reasons.

Eitherway, you're getting isolated and pushed into a pocket dimension sooner or later, especially if you end up seeing through him. It's possible you do, given the longer it takes to put you in the perfect spot, the sweatier and less composed Mooncalf will become.

Ideally, he gets you to eat something he made for you, as a reward for being "ever so kind" and helping him. For a fey in heat, getting their partner to accept their meals doesn't just give them more control over you, it also offers them gratification and soothing.

As soon as you've been transported to the pocket space, something probably a little traumatic for you considering it feels like suddenly passing out- Mooncalf drops, or attempts to, the human glamor.

While his glamors are more responsive to his will when Mooncalf is inside his own territory, the magic inertia he suffers from sometimes still flares up, he has to wait in agony a bit more before he can become his "real self" and chase after you.

He wants to impress you, in some way. Whether the impression left is fear or awe, Mooncalf just feels that he needs to stand out and capture your attention. You can essentially play your cards in two ways: Keep rejecting him, and chance the fey's mood going from playful to irritated, or playing along and get smoother treatment.

An irritated Mooncalf will make a game out of breaking you into a pliant bedtoy, all too eager to snap things this way and that just to lightly maim you into submission.

A secure Mooncalf will melt under your touch and ply you with drink, sweets, gifts upon gifts.

A core element of this process, regardless of how willing you are, is to get you drunk. Drunk, in a mystical land, you'll be filled with an infectious, endless joy, dancing with the fey that kidnapped you, until the trance lands you in a bed with him. Or even just a field of impossibly beautiful greenery.

He's not gentle. Mostly because it's been too long, and he's dying to have this kind of fun again. You're not likely to complain anyway, so he'll waste no time roughly ripping clothes aside and driving into you so furiously and consistently that you'll lose what's left of your mind. Sometimes, his old and monstrous nature will get to him, reducing Mooncalf to a drooling, guttural mess, eyes rolled back and head twitching around.

He's present enough to understand when you need breaks, caring for your health when you're too fucked out to move, and effectively repeating this cycle of "court-ply/chase-mate" until his rut starts slowing down.

You're let out of the pocket space disheveled and wondering how to resume life, but one thing's for sure, you'll never really be the same again. You might never feel as high as you did in the fae's pocket.

[eldritch-spouse]

Santi (and the icons) with a darling that, every time they have sex, as soon as they get inside you, via fingers, tongue, or dick, they immediately cum. No matter what they do, no matter how much endurance they have, they immediately cum so hard they have to stop for a bit. And every time they can go again, the same thing happens, and they don't know why. (I'm dying imagining the look on Cero and Kaly's faces).

[YO I FUCKING LOVE THAT. WOAH. You triggered something in me anon.]

Santi can't say this happens to him often. Or at all, honestly. It's the first time he's ever penetrated anyone and immediately finished. When he's not clutching you for dear life, grunting and moaning from the suddenness of his own orgasm, he spends a few moments wondering how this happened while watching his own cum drop to the sheets between your legs. This is about one of the most disappointing things he could do to a customer. But it was also probably one of the best orgasms of his entire life, if he's being honest. Somehow, someway, with heated cheeks, Santi apologizes smoothly and suggests focusing on you for a while now (mostly because, even if he's not flagged, he's still out of it). Hahah, guess he was reeeally hungry love... He's going to work to build more endurance, you deserve to get fucked properly without him blowing his load instantly.

There are so many things Rinx expected, but not this. The Icon shudders and garbles a noise like he's being choked when possibly the harshest load of his life leaves him, gripping you so hard it bruises. As the Icon deflates, he wonders how long it must have been to make this happen. Ultimately, he chalks it up to romantic feelings actually being the cause of his quickshot moment, growing increasingly embarrassed when it keeps happening. To the point where Rinx might spend a lot more time in foreplay stages, to both ensure you're having a good time and to let himself enjoy acts like thigh-fucking or even a simple handjob. He can't often resist the thought of just sliding into you for an instant orgasm though, it's a little too tempting when you're just at arm's length. He'll only work on it if you express disappointment.

Cero freezes. It wasn't just the scandalous noise he made, the beastial drooling or even the jitter of his hips as he had no choice but to hump through the quickest orgasm of his life. It was that he did this with you, the one person he cares to truly impress in bed. Cero doesn't fail in bed. He's got an enviable cock and he has stamina, he knows what to do, he's no novice- Yet there's nothing but shame in him when he feels his own seed seep through you, coating his dick and thighs mockingly. He doesn't even allow you to look at his face, shoving you on the bed face-down and working relentlessly to make you cum before you can think about saying anything. If you're smart, you won't tease him about it. For your own good. Cero immediately starts cockwarming sessions to try and fix this somehow, desensitize himself, but as soon as either one of you shifts too much, he'll buck and blow it inevitably. He hates this.

Livius is another one that freezes. He's also never had this happen to him. And, as far as he knows, he can't physically force himself to be a quickshot in order to mimic anyone. He's going to pay very close attention to how you react to this, because there's no way you're not feeling the bucket load he just drilled into you. His go-to response is to immediately shift into a demeanor that you might like. Whether it be domineering and harsh or pathetic and desperate, he seeks to overwhelm you enough to forget that even happened. When this repeats itself, adding further stress to Livius, he vows to fix it by changing you, instead of himself. How alien. Fine. If he must cum every time he enters you, then maybe you ought to suffer the same fate, then the two of you will truly be in synch, right? It's only a matter of time until he finds a way to achieve this.

Kalymir sees this as a defeat. You've defeated him by completely catching him by surprise. He may have snarled his climax and slumped for the briefest of moments, exhaling almost softly against you, but a rage so hot consumes him that the King gives you absolutely no second to mock him. He may be pretty spent, and the overstimulation is almost hurting him, his legs are certainly trembling a little- But Kalymir will keep fucking you through his orgasm, a gross and sloppy sound ringing as he makes it a point to have you climax as quickly as possible too. The more this happens, the more frustrated he gets, though the orgasm is always satisfying and good. He tries fucking you in every position, in every other hole, it's pointless. At some point, Kalymir just builds endurance to keep rutting you through his first orgasm, not even counting it. He always kind of ends up sweating like a pig and collapsing somewhere though. Doesn't matter, it's a workout.

You might think Zizz is a quickshot simply because he's the King of sloth, but he himself is kind of bothered by this. There's nothing he loves more than taking sex slow, you might be trapped with him for hours at a time. So he grunted and spasmed when he was forced to orgasm as soon as you took him in. He'll take a bit longer to recover from it, letting you sit plugged with his load for a bit, but Zizz doesn't freak out. After all, he has time, he can play with you and your now sloppy hole for a while, waiting to recover. Zizz accepts this rather well, and even your jabs are welcomed, but expect his own jeering and getting cum-soaked fingers in your mouth if you talk too much. He grows to like the sensation of immediately marking you, before any real fucking happens. Zizz is also lazy enough to grab you for a quick orgasm, then let you decide if you want to continue or just leave the encounter there.

Vorticia has no idea how this even happens. All she did was eat you out. She can't possibly be that desperate for sex. She tries to mask it as well as she can so that you don't notice it, but it's hopeless, she's always been very vocal as a woman when she comes. Fortunately, it's easier for her than it is for a male to keep going, so she simply punishes you for any snide comments and makes sure to proportion an equally pleasurable experience. She'd like to know why she keeps orgasming basically untouched just by inserting anything in you, but it's a brand new sensation, and she'd be lying to say that it doesn't feel amazing. Instead of being deeply embarrassed, the Queen experiments, thinking that maybe she can create an even more intense instant orgasm by perhaps penetrating you with an engorged clit. You will never leave these encounters without your own share of course, but Vorticia usually gets several.

Vesper takes it in stride. He knows he's not a quickshot, you just have insane potential. Your body is so perfect!! He himself has made many people cum as soon as they enter him, as soon as they touch him, it's only fitting that you sport the same talent. He relishes in this, always eager to milk as many orgasms as he can out of both you and him, he even uses his magic to augment the experience, to make it so that both you and him are constantly going over the edge from the smallest stimulus. It's an addicting loop that drives him completely feral and usually destroys any room the two of you get started in. This is technically kind of bad, because Vesper will exhaust you dangerously and might thrust himself into spontaneous ruts, bursting out of the mansion to ravage the streets after a lengthy time with you. The King will not stop singing your praises, always eager to take you to some of the most challenging people he knows, just so he can see the looks on their faces when they instantly bust their load.

[eldritch-spouse]

Y/N: Um*blushing* This will sound out of the blue but I've had a crush on you for a while now *smiling looking bashful* Do you wanna go on a date with me?

Livius piloting Y/Ns crush: Why would I date a fat ugly sow like you? You think just being nice is going to get you someone? It's not.

Y/N: *taken aback* T-that's not true. You could have just told me no.

Livius piloting Y/Ns crush: Let me guess your friends gave you that advice. I'll let you in on a secret. They don't really consider you a friend, they're just being polite. That's why you're never invited to get togethers, you always suck the life room when you walk in. You're too clingy, fat, ugly, and pathetic for their tastes. For anyone's tastes really but you knew already didn't you?

Y/N: *tearing up*...Stop…

The fact that he has to call you fat twice- 🤣🪦

(Livius running out material) " You're fat and you walk fat and you look all fat. "

" It sounds like you're kind of into th- "

(Sweating) " NO- "

He'll dig deeper, but if body weight is truly something you struggle with, then yes, Livius will make your crush shatter you with that knowledge, in spite of feeling like your weight is necessary to make you perfect.

[eldritch-spouse]

Cero our wedding anniversary is coming, my surprise better be bigger than that ego.*tap heel on the floor*

[Hawhaw. I think it was 2 years ago. Time sure flies.]

He looks at the heel in question, then at you, tutting.

There are a number of files that the King suddenly holds closer to his chest. Unbeknownst to you, these are purchase receipts and proof of scheduled acts for none other than your royal wedding anniversary.

" Calm down, you're making it seem as if any of my gifts have ever disappointed you. "

" What are those documents supposed to be?! " You want answers.

" None of your meddlesome business! "

" I am the Queen- "

" And I am the King of Pride. So help me, I'll anoint a guard to my office doors, just to keep you out. "

A fierce pout wrinkles your face. Cero rolls his eyes, scratching under your chin almost patronizingly.

" Patience, you will not be disappointed. "

[eldritch-spouse]

I wanna bite Moz dick... Like sexually u know? I wanna use all my strength since he is resilient and won't result on his dick missing a piece. . . But omg my "I bit it, it's branded as mine" instinct is strong. And then I'll bite Babes too, he'll welcome it since he wants to be branded...

Meanwhile Xavier is fuming since he can't be branded since he is metal.

TW: Genital torture (biting??)

Mozgrag isn't the safest option for cock biting. It's incredibly intense, as you might imagine, and he tends to flip out. This results in Moz grabbing your face and pushing you down on his length hard enough to possibly, maybe, perhaps, damage your nose. Test the waters before deciding if this is worth mild facial trauma.

In return, and what might be more alarming, Mozgrag will assume that biting your pussy is fair game. It is not. You're not a wrathful demon, you're much more fragile, and the image of him one day biting hard enough to rip a chunk out of your coochie is haunting.

Babesley is a much safer option, he'll allow you to bite him repeatedly, even hard, but not hard enough to permanently damage it. Test him and he's getting you a spider gag. You do look pretty drooling all over the place, he has to say!

You know trying to chew Xavier's cock, be it the rougher sections or the silicone segments, will just result in misery for your teeth and a pretty hefty replacement bill. Not worth it, 0/10.

[eldritch-spouse]

So, I'm a big fan of women who have deep voices. (For example the Sphinx from Dragon’s Dogma 2) And I was wondering who would find it alluring/captivating to have an obsession with a voice like that?

[That sphinx had a chokehold on me for a bit, her face is so incredibly beautiful yet filled with rabid energy. They did a spectacular job with her, in all levels.]

Let's face it, number one on the list is Grimbly. An imposing voice like that simply fits his idea of a hot mommy figure, who is not only dominant but has a voice that carries authority on its own. His knees tremble when you speak particularly sternly.

Patches also finds himself enjoying this a lot more than he should. He's a little more subtle than Grimbly, instead asking you to read his own notes back to him, pretending he's too busy and it'll help him absorb things better if he hears them. You'll note he gets a little too flustered when you chastise or call him out.

Many concubi would fit in this role, but perhaps the more high-ranking of the bunch, like Santi and Vesper, might find this quite appealing simply because most people choke up and raise their pitch when speaking to them. Someone who can naturally wield a deeper tone around them is mildly rare and alluring.

Belo sees this as quite the appealing trait to have, mostly due to his cast, where deep voices are associated with strength and, by proxy, dominions. It's dignified. This perception only truly works if he sees you as "his Lady".

Cero enjoys this. He's trained his voice throughout time to become imposing and demand respect from others, you being able to do the same to some degree is ideal and befitting of the Queen of Pride. You sound every bit as royal and knowing ad you should, and that's what truly matters.

Kalymir loves any kind of voice that strikes fear into the hearts of the people. Maybe you're not fear-inducing, but your voice allows you to come off as confident and sure of your words, even if that's not how you feel. This is good for your survival and influence, being that Kalymir will always encourage you to try to sound more domineering.

[eldritch-spouse]

Icon of Lust or whatever, he's so cutie pie with his heart nipples and long lashes, I want to squish him

[Glad you like him!! :7]

I will never shut up about how much I like the way Vesper came out.

I've said before, but I don't think I could ever make a super serious representation of the most carnal/lustful infernal entity. It would lose the appeal for me. I think a mega slut needs to be silly, you need to be silly to be having that much sex and that much titillation. His exagerrated silliness can also contrast very creepily with the depths of his depravity though, which I think adds to it all.

He's Vesper to you, but to me, he's BooBoo the FuckFool.

[eldritch-spouse]

So apparently Doom Guy from Doom and Isabelle from animal crossing are cannonclly married.

Now I must ask, how does Kaymir react to this news, especially if his queen is a huge fan of animal crossing

[I mean, for it to be canonical Nintendo would have to make a statement lmao. But it is a pretty funny joke.]

Fairly certain Kalymir would be a little pissbaby about DOOM and Animal Crossing having any sort of connection and insist it's gross to mix the two. As far as he cares, Isabelle is a cartoon dog thing that waters flowers and sings, and that's the 'gayest shit alive' to him. He knows for a fact that DOOM Guy being married is bullshit, and if he did have to marry anyone, it sure as shit wouldn't be the fucking dog woman (picture him yelling at a sweating Roch to write this in a forum).

You can like Animal Crossing, you can be the most ardent AC player there is. Kalymir thinks it's a stupid baby game, a flatline of entertainment for his brain. He'll make fun of it but mostly leave you to your animal people. Unless you assert that Isabelle married DOOM Guy.

This will start an argument, he will throw shit.

[eldritch-spouse]

Me rubbing Vaseline on Morell’s teeth to stop them from drying out too badly or irritating him too much in the cold ❤️

Watch him periodically lick his teeth on impulse and grimace.

A thoughtful gesture, and also a pretty good excuse to mess with his mouth if you happen to have an oral fixation.

You might find him looking lovingly at you when you stop him by the apron to do this. You're caring and adaptive to a partner's needs, the chef really can't wait to have a family with you. Just thinking of you doing the same thing for your kids is swoon-worthy.

[eldritch-spouse]

Ok I had this dream while ago. I was at the mall. I saw Vesper there but nothing sexy happened. This was clearly a fake Vesper. That's all.

[Ah, so you two had a dream about seeing a concubus in a mall-like structure. Makes two.]

Correct.

Vesper in a mall would cause a commotion, it's unavoidable.

First, parents have to evacuate and security's gotta shoo teens away. That in itself would already make things weird, because you just got there, people are running like headless chickens, and Vesper's sitting pretty doing absolutely nothing yet, like this.

The eyes of someone who knows the janitors will slip in puddles of cum.

[eldritch-spouse]

Mc: “A fire rages in my soul…”

Kalymir: 👀

Mc: “With a lust for justice!” 😼

Bobby Fulbright over here...

I can imagine you and Kalymir arguing over the semantics of justice. In Kalymir's eyes, justice is quite different than how you define it.

You're both hotheaded and attached to your beliefs, so there'll be a lot of butting horns (initially metaphorically, then literally) and fervent arguing. Truth be told, a fire for justice is still a fire, and that's something the demonlord likes to see.

[eldritch-spouse]

Headcanon

Wrath Queen does not give birth. She just sticks her whole arm in her vagina and just takes out a heir

Horrific mental image, thank you.

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/774957121912635392/killing-kalymir-so-i-can-take-his-scythe-and-gift

CLERGYS EYE BOYS WITH A DARLING WHO ACTUALLY IS JUST BUILT LIKE THIS.

There's not much to say.

You're powerful enough to beat these fuckers into a pulp as soon as they so much as hint at doing something you don't like.

So what if Krulu gets furious at you? There's no room for gods on Earth, at least none but you.