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[rom-e-o]

Some scribbly Belisma & Emmrich ✨

[rom-e-o]

Make you melt:

Both our Veilgirls are short?

Emmrich on his knees for them, worshipping every inch of their frame, gazing up into their flushed expression as one might look upon a deity. "If I may be allowed a humble request: Please, allow your devoted servant to most diligently please you in whatever way you see fit, my queen."

OH MY GOSH, this is absolutely melt-worthy. (Ngl, I had a bakery shift today and was thinking about this ask the whole time.) I can already imagine it. Both girls are posed before him. Perhaps in a glorious gown, or perhaps partially undressed. Perhaps even nude. They're flushed, waiting to see his response.

Emmrich is a TALL man. So, when he kneels before her, I imagine he's eye-level with her core, or somewhere near that area. He's also very close. Close enough that she can feel his breath on her skin. They don't anticipate him sinking to his knees. No man has ever done that before, for either of them. I imagine it takes their breath away. Now, it's not the first time he's done that.

Then, he speaks to her. Like a man before an altar, and he asks her for the grace of being able to please her. In whatever way she would like. He asks her for the privilege of being with her, which is so in-character for him. This many sees his One True Love as someone who is high on a pedestal. Absolutely higher than him, which is where his lover belongs. He's merely a devoted subject, and if she wills it so, he will be her most ardent admirer. He will give her enduring affection. It ... almost feels like a proposal. Of varying degrees.

Her word is his command. And he speaks so genuinely. Truthfully.

I imagine it starts with a, "Yes."

And a look of relief washes over him. Relief and, heartbreakingly so, disbelief. A part of him honestly thought she'd push him away.

He, of course, begins with kisses. Her stomach, her chest, her arms, her hips, her legs. Then, he kisses a path to her face. He pays tribute to her cheeks, chin, forehead and even eyelid before finally descending upon her lips. He sighs blissfully at the contact, a moan from deep in his soul blending beautifully her with own gasp of pleasure.

Then, she sweeps her off her feet. Easy, once again, thanks to his strength and height (he's going to keep using that to his advantage, haha). She's then carried to the bed; his bed.

There, his worship becomes more physical, and he is persistent and devoted in following each and every request from his goddess perfectly.

[rom-e-o]

Connie: Sunshine, love, apple tarts, CLV, cash flow, philanthropy growth in a fragmented metropolis, interest rates~

Isma: Ballet, her skeleton son, jam sandwiches, the infinite cosmic horror of the great beyond, quantum-spiking neurons, and the best blood coagulants.

Watching these two talk would be so entertaining.

[quill-pen-and-the-fictional-men]

He will end anyone who dares to harm her.

Some scribbly Belisma & Emmrich ✨