sit by his side, head tilted this way and that before she leaned over him, pressing a gentle hand to his snout.
“My home. My name is Amaymon. How are you feeling?”
Amaymon looked up from where she stirred a hearty smelling stew, blinking as she heard a noise. He fretted in his sleep, the wolf. She was so unaccustomed to having people over that his noises almost startled her.
When he woke, she stood, crossing wooden floors on bare feet to
After falling unconscious, Fortune remained still as his wounds were being treated, having run into exotic smugglers whilst out in his wolf form, being beaten and battered before making his escape.
After who knows how long, the butler finally started to become restless, now +
Amaymon stood over the wolf with a shake of her head before stooping down, hands gently slipping under him to lift. She carried him to her home, to safety, where she cared for him, cleaned him, and prepared food for him when he woke. She would later scold him for recklessness.
Injured, weak, barely able to remain conscious as the heavy rain pelted his body, blood staining his blue fur. Hearing footsteps approaching, hoping that it was the (Reader) who found him, as everything faded to black, falling unconscious.
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An excellent Servant
Is always Present,
Yet rarely Seen or Heard.
Much like a Spector who
Happens to Enjoy cleaning.
⠀⠀⠀⁑ MDNI | 21+ THEMES ⁑
◪ #NSFWRP#HOYORP#MVRP ◩
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For a moment, Amaymon was silent. Baskerville had never told her no, nor had he ever used that tone with her. Her brow furrowed, but she found she wasn't angry in the slightest. Instead she was concerned if anything. Had it been anyone else, they would already be missing their
ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ. . .”
Amaymon would happily go anywhere with him. To the human world where they could live in the mountains, or deep in the forest. She would even live in the city if he wanted, though she very much doubted that. Or, she could kill those who oppressed him,
the globes of her ass made her warm and fuzzy. A little huff of air came from her nose as she half scoffed, half laughed at herself—he was right, she was getting soft.
“ᴵᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ.”
There was nothing Baskerville could do to make Amaymon change her mind. Bask could rip her throat out with his very teeth and she would have assumed he had a good reason. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. She answered him with another soft hum as she pressed her face into the
anxiety. The idea that he could one day not return made her vocalize.
“ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ.”
She sounded insane. 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒. She had never felt the way she did for him, for anyone. Even just the simple action of holding her to him by
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#LILITHCORE#seductivesunday
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❝ You may continue to stare, ❞ she purrs, stirring you from your hypnotized gawking. ❝ Anything more and you can consider your mind, body, and soul forfeit. ❞
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#𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄
#ocrp | #mvrp | #lewdrp#seductivesunday
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Perhaps you thought he'd have mercy on you because you are also hellspawn? Fool. Nothing escapes the hunger of Death's Omen.
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