[mature] Wake me up when all this is over ; Krone.

[Deathwish]

Deathwish

im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved

She moves then, a hint of the devil in her eyes as she smiles. Maugrim would be so proud of her. She had taken a queen, and rend her in twain. She was undone, her crown tilted off that pretty head of hers, her hair a mess. At the heart of all things, Krone was just like them, and Deathwish smiles with knowing. She had Krone by the heart, and Krone knew it. The bay and emerald Queen would take other lovers, bear other children - but it was the daughter of Ecco who would make her scream like no other lover ever would.

She had ruined her for other men, splashed green lipstick on that pretty mouth of hers, and made her kiss her nether regions with a kiss that only Deathwish could bestow.

Death was gorgeous, and a sex-crazed Krone was as well, and together, they turned DW inside out. She wanted to be touched, and now that she has worked out in her head that Maugrim has officially changed her in ways that she was going to learn to have to bear, she could at least roll with the hormones in ways she has not - scratch an itch she was looking to scratch.

A soft lover was so different to her opalescent stallion. And she had tasted of her. Drank from her, wet little thing she was; she had dripped like a fountain, squirting as she screamed Deathwish's name. And now apparently it was her turn, and DW could not be more excited.

The green tips of Krone's wings waves over her lavender grey back as her ears go back, into her mane. Krone places feverish, hungry kisses to DW's hip as she moves along her body, wantonly. Deathwish wants so desperately to tell her no - to keep her hungry. To disappear and leave her wanting. But she finds that she herself is too far gone for it. She wants to be loved. Maugrim has left her again, and she wants -

- She wants it all.

She says nothing, just lets the feeling washing over her as Krone speaks, dropping her guard - something very rarely done - and lets her queen have her way with her.

She is nothing if not an attentive subject, after all.

yippee kiyay ahh yea, bout to set it off

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