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Oh, Zahrosa is so desperate, so needy, Artemis cannot resist indulging her at least a little bit. Part of her had wanted to drag it out—to make her wife nearly cry with frustration and resolve to do it all by herself, but her patience wears thin and her want grows more potent by the second.

In a flash the spirit has the blonde by a fistful of hair, something like wrangling a wild animal rather than taking her lover. She uses it to steer Zahrosa and pivot their positions—where Artemis' back had dug into hard brick, she now forced Zahrosa flat against it, pressing and caging her in with her chest flush against the sharp angle of her shoulder blades.

"You're so needy," Artemis sighs, her free hand grasping and groping till her fingers meet the dripping wet that frustrated Zahrosa so much. She doesn't even bother with ceremony—this was hard, desperate, sucking and pushing into the hot space inside of her to jostle for room. She presses and pushes her fist with enough force to pin her to the wall from inside, a wanton noise leaving Artemis' lips to ghost over her wife's ear.

Her teeth bite none too gently at Zahrosa's ear. "Someone is going to find us," she says gleefully, her hand playing with the toy inside of the other. "They're going to hear you and see you getting fucked like nothing more than a toy."

Really, the idea did nothing but make Artemis even hotter. The risk, the prospect, the humiliation—

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There is barely any air between them—there is only room for hot desperation, the kind that only molds to them. All of this time together and they did not tire of one another. It was only the opposite: they made one another worse, drawn in and feral for the taste of one another, the unique imprint of each other's fingers.

Artemis gasps and groans into Zahrosa's mouth. Her teeth pull and dig at the flesh of her lip while the other woman trembles and struggles to battle against the intense vibration inside of her. In the dim light of the alleyway she can see the telltale glisten on the inside of her lover's thighs and smiles like the cat who got the cream.

"Gods, Zahrosa, you make it difficult to act civilized," she says between hot kisses and the sting of bites into the flesh of her lip. Artemis quickly swipes a finger along the slick of her wife and brings it to her mouth to taste, sweet and salty and oh-so familiar. It makes her bring their mouths together again, every wet slide another flush of heat throughout her body.

"We're not making it home," she relents raggedly, grasping Zahrosa's hips and pulling her roughly onto her thigh. She ruts her wife's soaked cunt against the muscle there in a cruel act of overstimulation and simply the deep desire to feel how desperate and uncontrolled Zahrosa is under her influence.

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Artemis stands behind Zahrosa and admires how she obeys her every command without a thought or any hint of refusal. She was so stubborn and so powerful in their day to day exchanges—but here it was clear to see who was in charge. Right now, Zahrosa belonged wholly to the Goddess, and unquestionably so. Every whimper and strike of the leather flogger sent a thrill through Artemis like nothing before.

"You look beautiful like this," she hums, bringing down the flogger particularly forcefully. Raised red marks run brilliantly across the smooth planes of her pale skin, curving along her ass and the insides of her thighs still sticky with cum. "Perhaps I should strike you like this more often. I'm sure I could think of reasons for punishment," she continues, pondering.

Still, Artemis seems to take pity—if only for a moment—upon the weak and shaky image of her wife in front of her. Still leaving Zahrosa on all fours she drops to her knees and grasps her thighs to keep them spread, lathing her tongue thickly through her soaked folds. Though she is acutely aware of how neglected and swollen Zahrosa's clit is, she purposely leaves it untouched by her actions, favoring instead lapping up the thick substance that made such a mess before. She traces the muscular sphincter of her cunt first—then further back to the sensitive bit of skin that separates the two cavities, gently nipping there.

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"You can't?" Artemis repeats in a misleading, innocent tone. She watches with such satisfaction at the overflow that Zahrosa's fist causes while it pushes in. Of course she knew that the other wouldn't be able to, she knew her too well for that. It also made it much more entertaining when Zahrosa decided to attempt disproving her anyways.

"Did you really think you could?" The Goddess comments laughingly, almost mockingly. How delicious the red flood of blush looks over Zahrosa's pale skin. How her legs trembled and shook with effort—how pathetic. How humiliating. "Honestly, Zahrosa, you look like a cheap whore right now," the brunette muses without a second thought. "How disappointing. Look at this mess."

She suddenly reaches out and grasps Zahrosa's occupied arm to pull her hand back out of her cunt. Thick cum clings to her fist and drools from the hole, down her legs and onto the floor. Artemis scoffs.

"Bend over," she commands, pushing the blonde down by the neck to make her stand on all fours, spread wide and vulnerable. Artemis steps back to admire—then she strikes each side of her ass in quick succession with a leather flog, angry red marks rising instantaneously.

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There is barely any air between them—there is only room for hot desperation, the kind that only molds to them. All of this time together and they did not tire of one another. It was only the opposite: they made one another worse, drawn in and feral for the taste of one another, the unique imprint of each other's fingers.

Artemis gasps and groans into Zahrosa's mouth. Her teeth pull and dig at the flesh of her lip while the other woman trembles and struggles to battle against the intense vibration inside of her. In the dim light of the alleyway she can see the telltale glisten on the inside of her lover's thighs and smiles like the cat who got the cream.

"Gods, Zahrosa, you make it difficult to act civilized," she says between hot kisses and the sting of bites into the flesh of her lip. Artemis quickly swipes a finger along the slick of her wife and brings it to her mouth to taste, sweet and salty and oh-so familiar. It makes her bring their mouths together again, every wet slide another flush of heat throughout her body.

"We're not making it home," she relents raggedly, grasping Zahrosa's hips and pulling her roughly onto her thigh. She ruts her wife's soaked cunt against the muscle there in a cruel act of overstimulation and simply the deep desire to feel how desperate and uncontrolled Zahrosa is under her influence.

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In all frankness, Artemis hadn't expressed her wish to retire so quickly home for Zahrosa's sake. It was more for her—because the heady, dizzying amounts of pure, carnal want for her wife was plainly overwhelming to her senses. The blonde grasps onto her in the alleyway already debauched and nearly helpless. Artemis can smell her need. She can taste it.

"Oh, Gods," the taller woman sighs, leaning completely against the wall behind her and curving her hands around Zahrosa. Hot burning arousal shoots through her when Zahrosa's teeth sink into her neck. She drags her hands heavily up the blonde's legs and over whatever parts she could reach without regard for dignity or posterity.

"Just—Zahrosa," she snaps, grabbing a handful of hair and jerking her head back easily, "Kiss me now."

The brunette forces their mouths together and immediately focuses on finding the split tip of Zahrosa's tongue with her own. The noise that leaves her is wanton and a little frantic, her hand grasping for her pockets to find the little remote for one of their toys currently inside of the other. She fumbles with the buttons till it turns up to the maximum vibration setting and leaves it.

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Artemis pulls back momentarily from where she had been slowly kissing along the angle of Billie's jaw. She looks at her for a long moment and tilts her head, perhaps a little mystified.

"You think so?" She questions, eyebrows knitting. "Don't you ever wish you had the chance to live your life as a human? I would not take offense to it, Billie. As glad as I am to have you here, knowing that otherwise it would be impossible—you did deserve to have a normal life like your brethren."

Artemis finds herself sighing again, this time in contentment. Very rarely do things seem so quiet and still as they do right now. It was only them—no rush, no battle, nothing. Simply the want to be close, to touch, to feel.

"I feel worshipped every time you lay eyes upon me," the spirit says in unexpected candor. Her gaze softens looking at Billie. She sits up a little to merely slide her hands along the smooth plane of the vampire's ribs and stomach, fingers dancing along sensitive curves and divots. Billie always reminded her of a marble statue when she was exposed like this. Flawless, pale, a thing of beauty.

"I think you deserve to be worshipped as well, you know," she returns while lowering back down to quite nearly lay on top of Billie. Cool skin meets warm skin all along—even the hot softness of Artemis' lips and tongue tracing the angle of Billie's jaw.

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Artemis finds herself sighing again, this time in contentment. Very rarely do things seem so quiet and still as they do right now. It was only them—no rush, no battle, nothing. Simply the want to be close, to touch, to feel.

"I feel worshipped every time you lay eyes upon me," the spirit says in unexpected candor. Her gaze softens looking at Billie. She sits up a little to merely slide her hands along the smooth plane of the vampire's ribs and stomach, fingers dancing along sensitive curves and divots. Billie always reminded her of a marble statue when she was exposed like this. Flawless, pale, a thing of beauty.

"I think you deserve to be worshipped as well, you know," she returns while lowering back down to quite nearly lay on top of Billie. Cool skin meets warm skin all along—even the hot softness of Artemis' lips and tongue tracing the angle of Billie's jaw.

Billie's words seem to pull a shaky breath out of Artemis—not one of fear, but rather like a dam struggling to hold an onslaught of water, the deep, roiling emotions inside her nearly too much to bear. She would have to settle for letting them slowly seep out in her actions.

The hands on her back are cold in comparison to how they radiate heat so constantly. Artemis crushes their lips together in another kiss before decidedly helping her with removing her shirt, the collar getting caught on her head long enough to make her laugh.

She dips her head again to take Billie in a deep, achingly slow kiss, her own hands seeking out the hem of her clothing, searching for that skin against skin.

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"You can't?" Artemis repeats in a misleading, innocent tone. She watches with such satisfaction at the overflow that Zahrosa's fist causes while it pushes in. Of course she knew that the other wouldn't be able to, she knew her too well for that. It also made it much more entertaining when Zahrosa decided to attempt disproving her anyways.

"Did you really think you could?" The Goddess comments laughingly, almost mockingly. How delicious the red flood of blush looks over Zahrosa's pale skin. How her legs trembled and shook with effort—how pathetic. How humiliating. "Honestly, Zahrosa, you look like a cheap whore right now," the brunette muses without a second thought. "How disappointing. Look at this mess."

She suddenly reaches out and grasps Zahrosa's occupied arm to pull her hand back out of her cunt. Thick cum clings to her fist and drools from the hole, down her legs and onto the floor. Artemis scoffs.

"Bend over," she commands, pushing the blonde down by the neck to make her stand on all fours, spread wide and vulnerable. Artemis steps back to admire—then she strikes each side of her ass in quick succession with a leather flog, angry red marks rising instantaneously.

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[ sit ] — my muse sits on your muse’s face, forcing them to take their genitals orally / ankha :)

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Artemis lands on her back with a painful clatter of armor digging between the ground and her shoulder blades, the thick metal not designed for the position it's been forced into. Ankha gives no time for adjustment, however, with how she shucks her armor out of the way for what she really wants.

Not that Artemis was going to do much else, but Ankhirmaa grabs her by the hair and pulls her firmly between her thighs while she kneels on either side of the spirit's head. Artemis feels the heavy pressure of Ankhirmaa's other hand pushing down on her chest plate to support her weight, rendering her fairly immobile.

She's rather smug about driving Ankha to desperation like this. Hot and wet already, so easily parted by her tongue though arousal is quickly coated over her entire mouth and bottom half of her face. Ankha ruts and grinds against her desperately from above, using her, taking what she wants—and Artemis couldn't think of anywhere else better to be. Let the warrior have her way till she cried out and her thighs trembled furiously on either side of Artemis' ears, till Ankhirmaa could hold herself up no longer.

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@sorrowsick cont'd from here :)

In all frankness, Artemis hadn't expressed her wish to retire so quickly home for Zahrosa's sake. It was more for her—because the heady, dizzying amounts of pure, carnal want for her wife was plainly overwhelming to her senses. The blonde grasps onto her in the alleyway already debauched and nearly helpless. Artemis can smell her need. She can taste it.

"Oh, Gods," the taller woman sighs, leaning completely against the wall behind her and curving her hands around Zahrosa. Hot burning arousal shoots through her when Zahrosa's teeth sink into her neck. She drags her hands heavily up the blonde's legs and over whatever parts she could reach without regard for dignity or posterity.

"Just—Zahrosa," she snaps, grabbing a handful of hair and jerking her head back easily, "Kiss me now."

The brunette forces their mouths together and immediately focuses on finding the split tip of Zahrosa's tongue with her own. The noise that leaves her is wanton and a little frantic, her hand grasping for her pockets to find the little remote for one of their toys currently inside of the other. She fumbles with the buttons till it turns up to the maximum vibration setting and leaves it.

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Billie's words seem to pull a shaky breath out of Artemis—not one of fear, but rather like a dam struggling to hold an onslaught of water, the deep, roiling emotions inside her nearly too much to bear. She would have to settle for letting them slowly seep out in her actions.

The hands on her back are cold in comparison to how they radiate heat so constantly. Artemis crushes their lips together in another kiss before decidedly helping her with removing her shirt, the collar getting caught on her head long enough to make her laugh.

She dips her head again to take Billie in a deep, achingly slow kiss, her own hands seeking out the hem of her clothing, searching for that skin against skin.

It is a change of pace. Artemis has a habit of letting her instincts take the reins—and what follows is impatience and desperation to be sure. This is... slower. Sensual. Like carefully stoking a fire from a spark to a roaring bonfire.

Artemis can hardly bring herself to respond to the sweet sound of her name on Billie's lips. The vampire's fingers at her scalp elicit an involuntary noise at the back of her throat—a half sigh-moan, a signal of contentment.

"You enrapture me," the spirit cannot help but confess in a raspy voice between trading kisses. She slides their legs together—Billie's between hers and her knee between the vampire's to somehow inch themselves closer. She brings a hand up to sweep the other woman's hair behind her ear—careful not to pull too much—fingers sliding and feeling down the slope of her neck and shoulder.

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It is a change of pace. Artemis has a habit of letting her instincts take the reins—and what follows is impatience and desperation to be sure. This is... slower. Sensual. Like carefully stoking a fire from a spark to a roaring bonfire.

Artemis can hardly bring herself to respond to the sweet sound of her name on Billie's lips. The vampire's fingers at her scalp elicit an involuntary noise at the back of her throat—a half sigh-moan, a signal of contentment.

"You enrapture me," the spirit cannot help but confess in a raspy voice between trading kisses. She slides their legs together—Billie's between hers and her knee between the vampire's to somehow inch themselves closer. She brings a hand up to sweep the other woman's hair behind her ear—careful not to pull too much—fingers sliding and feeling down the slope of her neck and shoulder.

The darkness is certainly not an issue for them—not with the keen reflective quality of their eyes, nor the heightened sensation it brings with every shared kiss and touch. Artemis' breaths are deep and ragged while she feels blood rush to her cheeks, her face, her hands—

Billie doesn't have to egg her on much further for the spirit to drape herself along the tall expanse of the vampire's frame. Their lips slot together again hungrily, desperately, leaving but never parting for long. Artemis' hands have actually remained relatively tame—save for the hand that grips Billie's ass to press their hips together.

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

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The darkness is certainly not an issue for them—not with the keen reflective quality of their eyes, nor the heightened sensation it brings with every shared kiss and touch. Artemis' breaths are deep and ragged while she feels blood rush to her cheeks, her face, her hands—

Billie doesn't have to egg her on much further for the spirit to drape herself along the tall expanse of the vampire's frame. Their lips slot together again hungrily, desperately, leaving but never parting for long. Artemis' hands have actually remained relatively tame—save for the hand that grips Billie's ass to press their hips together.

@epistrefei sent [ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

If it was anyone but the two of them, the complete darkness of the room might be an issue. But it is them.

Billie knows Artemis can see her spread out on the bed under them, hair mussed and lips kiss-swollen as their chests heave in tandem. For the brief moment, that is, before Billie pulls them back down for another kiss - encouraging the elder to lay against her completely so they can keep trading heated kisses and letting hands wander.

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TENSION—RP Starters

[ACTIONS]

(Step Up) - Sender takes a step toward receiver during a heated discussion

(Stare Down) Sender is staring daggers into receiver from across the room

(Glare) Sender is glaring at receiver without breaking eye contact

(Invade) Sender is up in receivers space, just a breath away while they talk

(Loom) Sender is looming over receiver either standing or sitting

(Block) Sender is blocking the doorway with their body

(Grip) Sender is gripping receivers wrist to keep them from leaving

(Slam) Sender slams hand against the wall right next to receivers head.

(Sit) Sender forces receiver to sit back down when they try to stand.

[DIALOGUE]

“Say that one more time.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

“And if I say no?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’ll step away when you do as I say.”

“I tire of hearing your voice.”

“We’re alone, so go on. Admit it.”

“You are weak. Say it.”

“I despise you and you consume me.”

“You hate me and we both know it.”

“I could kill you now and no one would know.”

“I will hide you away where no hero will find you.”

“I will not be ignored.”

“We are done when I say we’re done.”

“Sit. Down.”

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