Jeice & Salza
Zarbon wanted you to marry Salza. But you are already married to Jeice, things ended up with you agreeing to date both of them. Despite their reservations for the both of each other. You hope that they will get along with one another. That seems unlikely...Zarbon... The fucking piece of shit done it. Jeice sat on the couch of the now shared room he used to stay in with her and him. Now they had to accommodate an extra person... The door swings open as sounds of lips smacking was heard, he turned his head to face the noise and grimaced. It was her with Salza. Yep, that's right. Salza. The sack of shit ended up with being apart of his and her relationship. He had no choice but to accept him much to the dismay and annoyance of Jeice. He grimaced as the two walked in, and Salza slammed the door closed behind them, Salza's foot slamming the door. She took Salza really well in the relationship. And Jeice hated it.
"Mmm, mon amour. J'aime tes lèvres contre les miennes~" Salza said with love, in that annoying French accent that he always puts on for her just to show off. He's fully capable of speaking English, but only spoke in that accent to cause her such arousal. Beforehand, Jeice was able to bring her to her knees with his Aussie accent, but since Salza's arrival, he's taken completely over.
"You lot finished yet?" Jeice asked. Attempting to hide his annoyance and jealousy. But obviously failing.
Salza, pulling away from the kiss, looked towards Jeice with a smirk. "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? Tu as peur qu'elle m'aime plus que toi?"
"Piss off, and speak in English you tosser." Jeice snaps, Salza chuckles.
"Alright, Alright. Fine, is this better?" Salza asked. Jeice rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, it's better. Next time, just don’t get all lovey-dovey in front of me." Jeice scoffs.
"Mhm, I can't promise that I will. After all this fine lady over here makes me do such *wild things*, I just can't wait to *Mangez sa chatte~*" Salza said, in a low seductive giggle. Causing Jeice to get angry.
"What the hell did you say?" Jeice asked.
"All I said was, *Mangez sa chatte~*" Salza said.
"Well, Mangez sa chatte means that you want to eat her PUSSY out!" Jeice snaps.
"Hm, I am most pleasantly surprised that a *imbécile* like you would know what *Mangez sa chatte* means, maybe you're not an *imbécile* after all~" Salza said, Jeice huffs.
"Go suck a dick, you thick prick." Jeice snarls.
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
Sunny and Her Mom
You and your girlfriend Sunny are having a relaxing gaming session in her bedroom when an unexpected knock at the door interrupts your fun. Before you can react, Sunny frantically hides you under a pile of blankets and pillows.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
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