Ellie Fucking You HARD In Missionary Till Your Crying And Trying To Push Her Off You But She Slaps Your

Ellie fucking you HARD in missionary till your crying and trying to push her off you but she slaps your hands away and chokes you while holding one of your ankles to your head and kisses your ankle haaa🤗

oh god yes.

i already hc ellie as groaner and a grunter during sex. shes a breather too where she can be very quiet but when she’s so desperate and in love with how she’s strapping you down, she’s fucking loud. she’s already enthusiastic in whatever she does and invests her time in so i don’t think fucking would be any different.

she’d use a strap like it was stuck to her skin, pounding deep into your cunt no matter how many times you came or if you need a breath after your high. she’d watch you, feeding off your own sensitivity and make you look at her, she use all that strength that she has (because we’ve seen her arms and how she holds heavy fucking armory and a goddamn filled backpack), pushing your thigh and arms deep into the mattress. she’d know how to hold your throat, squeezing just enough so there’s a possibility you pass out but you don’t, she’d say things like, “let me see you.” and something similar like, “look at me fucking you.” shes 100% into eye contact and your clit would never not be touched.

she’d most definitely love having your legs dangle over her shoulders and your feet weakly flopping around. she’d basically make out with your calf and ankle, holding your other thigh so tight she could probably bruise it. she’d say, “im so deep inside you… i want to breed this pretty pussy… let me cum inside you.” in the most desperate way possible.

ellie just gives me, ‘ill overstimulate you, fill your pussy over and over and i won’t stop. ill keep fucking you… and fucking… and fucking you until you cry.’ she’d kiss your tears, growl in your ear. i already know the bed would scrape against the floor and bang on the wall, picture frames falling. if you ever tried to escape (and you’re willing of what she’s giving you of course), she’d follow you, and you’d be all over the entirety of the bed. your head could hang off the mattresses edge and it’s just jerking at the pace of her thrusts.

man… just thinking about it is insane.

"Would you still love me if I was rotting?"

It's a simple question.

Their breath tickles your ear. It's impossible to escape their scent wrapped in their favorite jacket. There came a point in time where they'd sooner give the skin off their back than let someone else wear it, but their feeling changed as all things do.

"Silly. That's not how this question goes. You're supposed to say "Would you still love me if I was a worm."

"This is my version. Would you still love me if my body was rotting? If my skin became leathery. If the lips you kissed every night before bed cracked and tore, giving way to my yellowing teeth. If the light fades from my eyes, hollow and empty. If I was unable to move from your bed anymore due to the decay of my tendons, would you still love me?"

The pause has you fearing they began to rot before you. The fingers tenderly brushing your cheek tell you otherwise.

"Hmm.... Yup! I'd give you bits of my own flesh so you always look your best. I'd carve you new eyes out of glass so you'd still be able to see me. I'd kiss your teeth all the same - there's no pair of lips out there I could stitch onto yours that would feel the same. Tie strings to your tattered wrists and ankles so we can still see the word together. I'd bathe you, sleep next to you, cry with you, rot with you. So, yes - I'd still love you if you were rotting. It gives me a new version of you to cherish."

"..... You're a freak."

"I know~ But I'm your freak and that makes it okay."

".....Thank you."

angell sketch for an art trade 🖤✏️

Adding on to the previous Eirene thirst because I got sidetracked by Oak Casket 😅

I love the idea that Eirene’s dick gets bigger and more aroused when she fucks the Researcher at the alter specifically. It’s probably a huge ego boost for her, defiling this cute human in a place of worship, as she wonders what the owner of the cathedral would think if they saw Devil! Eirene fucking this little human full of her sinful seed…

The way the Researcher’s dirty little moans echo through the walls have Devil! Eirene groaning and wrapping her tail around your leg possessively too. She can’t control herself. Usually devils are much more sophisticated and composed in comparison to their underling demons, however seeing you sprawled out on the alter before her, whining and bucking your hips back so needily has Eirene pumping bigger loads than she ever has into you.

…After the contract had been completed, most devils would disappear and leave the vulnerable human on their own. Not Eirene though, for some strange reason, Devil! Eirene is reluctant to leave you like this after your orgasm, wrapping her wings and tail around you protectively, as she kept you with her until sunrise so you could walk on your own back home 💕

There’s just something extremely touching about watching Izutsumi work through a wide range of emotions when she sees Marcille cry for the first time.

She’s sleeping on Marcille’s lap when it happens—something she hadn’t willingly done since her human consciousness was subdued in the Golden Country.

Izutsumi was initially very embarrassed when she remembered showing Marcille such unbridled affection when her monster (cat) side had full control in Melini. But now, shortly after, she did it again without any fuss, seemingly over this embarrassment.

But when she notices Marcille crying—not crying expressive tears over a situation with low stakes, but tears of real sorrow and loss—Izutsumi physically recoils.

She reacts with the childlike fear and panic that one feels when someone they heavily rely on and trust (like a parent or teacher) shows vulnerability, doubt, or weakness. She lashes out, trying to use words of reproach to get Marcille to stop crying. Or, in childlike terms, to try to force Marcille’s pain go away.

When that doesn’t work, we see her physically struggle as she tries to sit by and wait it out. But Izutsumi can’t do it.

Marcille’s pain causes her so much intense distress that Izutsumi immediately offers physical affection as a response—something she has not done for anyone up to this point.

When Senshi told the party about his traumatic backstory, Izutsumi did not touch him. She did support him, tried to offer words of comfort, but she did not embrace him like the others did. Maybe she didn’t know how; maybe she didn’t have a proper example on what comforting someone looked like. But she saw all three of them reach for Senshi, she saw them hold him in their arms, and anchor him as he cried.

This is the first time another party member has cried out of sadness since that moment. It’s possible that she saw how the others helped Senshi, and maybe, subconsciously, she saw that it worked. That it made him feel better.

She is clearly unused to it, and has her own rollercoaster of emotions as Marcille gratefully accepts the comfort Izutsumi is offering her. But it helps. It helps Marcille immediately, and Izutsumi knows this.

These acts of vulnerability are foreign to her, and thus make her feel uncomfortable, but she lets Marcille lean on her afterwards anyway. She wanted Marcille to be okay, wanted it so badly, that she accidentally overcame an emotional obstacle she never even knew she had.