@willingwhip [ Brow furrowed in faux anguish as an arm slips around Dio’s waist, guiding the Whipmistress into the Doomguide’s large, bulky frame. ]
It is my solemn vow, beloved, that I shall not dally in completing my tasks, no matter how… *magnetic… we seem to find one another. 😇
@willingwhip — how he couldn’t hardly wait to start a life together… a break from adventuring was sorely needed… and he could get used to this kind of pampering from the one he loved more than anything he had ever loved before. ]
Dio, I’m getting close… you’re gonna dry me out… ♡
@willingwhip — can be commenced… mm, I cannot wait for that, personally… ♡
[ The machinations of the Red Wizards, the business with Greyson and the Academy students, the defenses of Neverwinter… none of it even breached his mind at all right now. All he could think about was Dio, and —
@willingwhip — fire… we have all the time in the world, here, now, to picture such things… and soon enough, we shall make them come true. That is my vow to you before I am able to give you my *truest vow.
@willingwhip — business or our compatriots’ natures… focus on me… focus on how I make you feel… focus on our future… focus on branding me, hurting me for your pleasure… picture m-my face when you put the brand on me… hehe, imagine my pained moans rising to your ears like smoke off a —