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#дляменя #мем

🤩 автор: Фин

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Спасибо, я размазались в щепки прост - 🐍

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#лорное #текст
🤩TW: есть эротический подтекст

Зарисовка, которую я написали минут за 15 - да, на английском, потому что на русском мне подобные сюжеты излагать почему-то некомфортно ☺️

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🤩 Lorroakan had commissioned a new ensemble for the Baldur's Gate gala: a robe of crimson velvet, cut to cling. The seamstress this time was his own assistant and lover, Aiden, who had obeyed mage's command:
- “Tighter, love. Let them see every inch”, - but their needlework already quivered at the edges, seams straining.

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Lorroakan waddled forward, into his own banquet hall, located in Ramazith (in past; nowadays named after him) tower, each his step was a performance. The robe hugged him like a lover: the neckline plunged to his navel, framing breasts that spilled outward, powdered and perfumed. A sash of gold silk cinched his midsection, accentuating hips that swayed with imperial grandeur. The velvet stretched taut over his gut, the fabric shimmering as if oiled.

The court erupted in whispers.

“By the gods, he’s poured himself into that…”
“A sow in silk!”

Lorroakan smirked. Let them gawk. Let them burn.

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He took his seat at the head of the table - a new throne, broad and cushion-laden - and signaled the servers. The gala began: peacock stuffed with dates, its feathers fanned in mockery of an everyone's wealth; a trencher of venison, drowned in gravy, the bread soggy beneath his fingers; a tower of custard tarts, which he ate with his hands, cream smeared across his chin.

With each bite, the robe protested. Of course it will be. Aiden trained his loved one to not hesitate from feasting.

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It happened during the fourth course - a suckling pig glazed in honey.

Lorroakan leaned forward to reach a platter, and the velvet split with a sound like parchment torn in half. The robe’s back seam unraveled from neck to waist, baring the tanned swell of his shoulders, the dimpled cascade of his backfat.

Gasps echoed.

He froze, a honeystick halfway to his lips, then laughed - a deep, resonant chuckle that shook his breasts.

- “Well?”, - he said, rising unsteadily. The robe slipped further, pooling at his elbows, - “you’ve all paid to see the spectacle. Look."

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#заполняшка

Взято тут: [ тык ] (большое спасибо за перевод!)

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#щитпост

🐍 - Прохождение бг за мужа когда /пш

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#щитпост

🐍 - Они ни о чем не догадаются..... 🥺

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#анон
ихихи, если честно, мне кажется, что с Бигвелдом у них не так много общего (например, Лорроакан все-таки кошмарно амбициозный, даже несмотря на то, что реальных навыков у него не так уж много и он в целом ничего особо из себя не представляет!), а Бигги мужик достаточно пассивный и забил на все, как только это самое все начало разваливаться 🥺
а еще, что Лора, что Поршень ничего не могут сами и являются этакими "мальчиками с постеров", пока за них все делают их темные кардиналы 😇
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Спасибо за вопрос!

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#щитпост

🐍 - Я ему просто сказали "ты выглядишь так, будто хочешь попробовать на вкус мои губы", чо началось-то 😟