Aymeric De Borel

//i've had a cursed art party idea for halloween.

Everyone dresses their character as a retail worker. Horrorporate if you will.

That’s the only good reason anyone should be on their knees.

Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am.

Halone forgives blasphemy if it's to worship your lover.

She told me so herself.

A slow inhale, his eyes close, savoring her scent so close.
"Your knight, your faithful devoted- how could I wish to be any different?" He defends with whispered words.

"If I make another kneel, it shall be so they bow to you. To know it is you who I follow." He smirks. "Not Halone. Not anymore."

His hands grab, to pull at clothes, yet soon he growls, frustration growling at their lack of contact.

It wasn't fast enough, so he reached, fumbling to grab a letter opener just to slice through Estinien's garments.
"I'll buy you new things later." He kisses the wound again.
"Need you first."

"The knights trying to make intimidating battle phrases."

Aymeric's smile is the one of a content coeurl. His hand cups T'asir's chin so he can look her in the eyes.

"Good girl."

The chair clattered to the floor as he moved, circling around to grab and lift Estinein onto the wood, pushing his own body between legs.

Bloody mouth sucking on the still fresh wound, tongue circling the site. Aymeric would deny it, yet he feels more aroused than he thought possible at the taste.

The bite is quick, a sharp sting of pain before Aymeric kisses the mark like an apology.

Red stains his lips as he pulls back, pupils blown wide.

"Sharp, metallic, yet it cannot help but want it to coat my tongue."

He smirks, continuing his walk.

"Do not tell the church but I have been made an unholy man for you." He winks.

"Guess." He looks her up and down.

He smirks.

"You have me worship at your altar Aayu?"

drawing of aymeric drawn in a chibi style with a cat ear headband and tail. he is sitting on an invisible chair with his legs crossed and holding a tea cup and saucer. there's a steam ghost cat floating out of his tea and another ghost cat next to him. his boots have a paw print on the soles.

like nya #ffxiv #aymeric

He slow blinks back at her before giving a wink and a grin.

He walks by, spanking her's.

Final Fantasy 14 fan comic. Panel 1: Sam, a miqo'te, holds a blue and yellow frog in his hands. He says to the frog, "You need me to kiss you?" The frog ribbits. "And you're not poisonous?" he continues. The frog ribbits again. Sam replies, "Well, alright then." Panel 2: Sam smooches the frog on its head. Panel 3: There is a flash of light surrounding the frog, surprising Sam. Panel 4: Suddenly the frog is gone, and a beautiful elezen man lies on the ground beneath Sam. The elezen says, "Oh! You have my thanks." as he smiles up at Sam. Sam is blushing profusely. Behind him, a floating heart is pierced by cupid's arrow.

#ffxivtober Day 16 - Folklore

Sam had not expected to meet an enchanted prince when he found an unusual frog in the Shroud. 🐸👑

#ffxivtober25 #ffxiv #aymeric #wolmeric

"On your knees!"
Tired. Contrived. Sexually charged.

"Kneel for your new God."
Fresh. Challenging your faith. More sexually charged than before. More threatening.

I don't control Estinien.

Aymeric lunged, grabbing the back of Estinien's head and pulling him in, mouth at the man's neck, kissing before a sharp nip to skin, the man all but feral.

His gaze shot back.

"....." He wanted to hear it.

//i hate how they just up and went 'what if more sex and SA'

Aymeric took a breath, leaning up and over his desk, mouth hovering near Estinien's face before he pulled back.
"I don't think I have it in me to bite you so roughly."

His eyes linger on the man's throat, thinking about what he said of feeling a pulse.

"Perhaps..."

Aymeric wants to look away, yet all he can do is drift his eyes to Estinien's lips.
"Is- that is. May I?" He doesn't know perhaps, if this is sinful, but the things Estinien says make his heart race.

My favorite things.

His already red blush deepened and the man cleared his throat.
"Oh." His hand remained bleeding before he felt it start to cool on his skin.

"Damn- Just-" He pulled it, ready to try and wrap the wound.

Aymeric doesn't pull away or flinch, his only tell of the pain the slight grimace in his face as the blood wells up and pools on his skin before Estinien licks it away.

"I confess, not exactly sure what else it may taste like." His free hand pulled out a handkerchief.
"Was it... to your liking?"

How wonderful! I love the library! :)