So the VA’s for Venti, Kazuha, Xiao, and Aether are joining me to cover “Your Idol” Were gonna be called “Anemo Boy’z.”
It will be produced in a studio and on all streaming platforms hopefully in the near future. 🔥 @airzach@ErikaHarlacher@mpwhitten@lberzins_voices
I do my best to inject clarity into what has become a really sad cyclone of misinformation and toxicity re: the SAG-AFTRA strike, Genshin Impact, the recasts, and AI:
https://t.co/lJIUYJmcXM
Similar to my 1st video on the strike, it's an attempt to educate, not aggravate.
“Zayne, please…” You gasp as you feel your back arch against the mattress yet again.
Your hips squirm underneath Zayne’s forearm that’s pressing against your hips and stomach.
As you lift your head from the pillow beneath it, your gaze locks onto a set of hazel eyes, shadowed by lust and desire. Dark strands of hair shield a thin layer of perspiration. Zayne’s head pulls back slightly from between your legs, his lips glistening and swollen.
Although he provides you brief relief from use of his mouth, two of his fingers still fit snugly inside of your tight walls. They move steadily in and out before pausing knuckle deep to curl themselves which illicits a strangled moan from your chest.
Zaynes arm presses down harder against your center, keeping you in place as he continues his ministrations. Grasping the sheets beside you, you tighten around his digits as you feel a pressure building in your core.
“Please what?” Zayne breathes, looking down at your flustered and struggling figure beneath him. “Tell me what you want, my love.”
Stretching his palm, his thumb reaches out to circle your swollen clit with an agonizing pressure. You whine, tears of frustration burning behind your closed eyelids.
He knows already what you want, but he wants for you to say it.
“Please…” You plead again. “I…I need you…”
“Need me how? Come on. Use your words, baby.” Zayne coaxes, his breathing become more erratic as he straightens slightly, just enough to lift his arm from your stomach to undo the button and zipper of his pants.
You let out a growl of frustration as your eyes flit down to the obvious bulge confined in the fabric.
Zayne pauses again when his fingers slip down his zipper. He looks at you, desperation and need clear in his eyes.
“I need you to tell me, my love. Okay?” He gasps, chest heaving as he stares down at you, waiting for his permission to continue. “I can’t do anything unless you tell me.”
You swallow thickly as your gaze slides up his toned figure. Landing on his face, you take in the flush of his cheeks beneath the dim bedroom lights. Although his brow is creased with anxiousness, he still holds the sense of patience he always does.
“Inside.” You force the words out through gasped breaths. “Need you…inside…”
There’s no longer any hesitation.
Leaning over you, Zayne’s fingers pull themselves from inside, only leaving you empty for a mere moment before he dips his hand into his boxers, freeing his hardened length as he aligns it to your entrance.
Pressing a kiss against your forehead, he nudges the head of his cock inside of you before sinking in fully with a ragged moan.
Zayne’s eyes flutter closed as he takes a moment just to feel the way you’re hugging so tightly around him. When his eyes open again, they hold a tender expression.
As he leans in next to your ear, goosebumps arise on your skin as you reach out to wrap your arms around his neck.
“You feel so good.” He whispers. “Relax. Let me make you feel good.”