Aamon

"I'm doing nonstop nut November. I have a 100 minute timer I'm only allowed to reset after I bust. If it ever runs out - other than breaks for sleeping - I lose. Any questions?"

Aamon is either doing a bit, or he's serious. Knowing him, it's a 50-50...

Oh, are the hypnotism swirls in game? M*dding really has come a long way!

Oh now THIS is top tier

// Posting F.FXIV Aamon again cause y'all can't stop me

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉!

𝖶𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍!

𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾!

// I'll always tell people to go for whatever inspires them most. If that sounds more fun to you, go for it!

Was she flattering him, or /flattering/ him? Aamon couldn't tell, but he may as well see where things take him.

"One P'thun brandy for me, and one for you, then?"

He asks, his cadence demure and inviting.

"--Ahh, right. Might I have your name? Giving my thanks properly is the least I could do!"

Aamon regards Shiraan with a soft, warm smile.

"Even more reason to recognize your efforts. And, how about... the favorite drink of the Tau? I did journey here to learn more of your people, after all."

His gaze meets her's.

"And just Aamon is fine, ma'am. I'm no Lord. Hardly a Marquis, even!"

// I don't have a ref for it yet, but at risk of sounding more nerdy than usual, Aamon's formal outfits are usually slight alterations of either R.ugal's formal wear, or Leo's formal wear (which there are apparently zero good screenshots of anywhere on the internet lmao).

Aamon gives a short half-bow, the Demon dressed in a dark green tailcoat and necktie. He'd at least assuaged his host's potential fears about hosting a Demon before attending.

"And you as well! I'm certain hosting such a bash is no simple feat. So if I can assist, just let me know...!"

// I really do need to find out where people grab n.sfw gifs from.

Cause all the places I try and use always have shit saved as webp or some nonsense :/

Oh, sounds fun!

...I think. Demons from my plane don't do that sorta thing. You get paid for it, or is there some other reason ya do it?

It's probably a touch too late, but you and your 'cule could do a pretty sweet Bride of Frankenstein thing.

You as The Bride, them as different interpretations of Frankenstein and Frankensteins monster, and when people ask who you're the bride of, you all say "Yes."

Seeing her investigate him in turn, Aamon turns his body fully towards her - his smile returned.

"Everyone deserves to give and receive love, if that's what they want. And... trying to protect people is virtue enough."

The Demon says, tone soft.

"Ahh, but where are my manners? I'm Aamon, ma'am!"

Aamon looks over at Itha, his smile fading for the briefest moment as he speaks.

"Your kin only live to be around fifty, or so? I'm sorry to hear that..."

Regardless, he keeps up his efforts.

"...but still, you do look quite nice, ma'am! I'm sure you'd find someone if you put yourself out there!"

"You don't look 'old' in the slightest..! Besides, the heart wants what it wants, no?"

Aamon says with a warm smile, tucking a stray strand of his hair behind his pointed ear.

"You're brave or foolish, let's find out which~."

Aamon thinks he can be both...!

"...Do I count as a cute enough boy?"

Aamon is certainly eager to get started, it seems...!

// also to explain why I put dots in the middle of random words sometimes, it's a habit I have from Tumblr to try and make things I want to appear to followers only NOT show up in random searches.

If there is a setting to do that automatically, w.ithout n.eeding t.o d.o t.his, I'd love to know!

-notifications as a result. Always hate seeing them.

Also, this is also a friendly reminder to some of my mutuals to vet people a little before you follow them.

Sometimes all it takes is 15 seconds of scrolling in the replies tab to see a good reason to b.lock someone lmao

// great, a gross-ass tab.oo account found me, shared my pinned, and then I got a bunch of tab.oos following me and liking random rp's I was doing.

I went through and bl.ocked a LOT of people, but I apologize if any of my partners got jumpscared by one of THOSE accounts popping up in their--

"It says 'Weak to Melee' - it's a band from around here that was... pretty decent. Bought a shirt to support 'em, and it seemed like it'd fit, so it's the least I could give you as a gift!"

Aamon says, the demon sporting a pleased, affable grin.

"Though I suppose there are... other connotations."

-way to her entrance.

Could he be a rough lover? He could, but he only did such things once loving, enthusiastic permission had been given.

His throbbing, thick tip presses to her entrance, ready to push in and mate with her. His thighs twitch. He restrains his overflowing need.

"Ready, Crystal?"

-her words. Aamon soon leans in, kissing her inner thigh (since it would be a journey to clamber up and kiss her cheek) as he dispels the magic he was summoning up.

"Gotcha, gotcha. If you're not about it? Neither am I!"

He quickly pulls his hips back, letting his own rigid maleness find its-

--Aamon can feel his rut beginning to gnaw away at him, and watching Crystal's body work through the natural after-effects of her own arousal gives him the wherewithal to calm himself down.

At least long enough to make sure his partner was comfortable and enjoying herself!

He smiles, considering-

Aamon is a soft, sweet, demure Demon, but those exact traits do have people underestimating him, at times! Plus, he'd never felt domineering enough to lift her up before right now.

At least it was good info for later? Getting full-nelsoned by Aamon was now (somewhat) on the table!

Either way--

// what if I did an event here with a ~800 year old Aamon who's at (almost) the height of his power and is a total goober about it?

lets his debased thoughts control him again.

"Crystal? I... can I use my magic to put you in heat, too...?"

He asks, tone soft and tender, as he lays just one hip-thrust away from spreading her apart.

"I... I want to see you half as desperate as I am. Please...?"

--after stroke growing faster, desperate, and of course /louder/ as he lube coats every last inch of her cock. Right before Aamon threads it between her own tits, of course, and sets his eyes on her delta.

He's a half-inch away from taking her, soon cuddling his tip to he entrance, and then he--