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And surely enough, Damian had never experienced anything like this. He had never felt this kind of rush before. This much passion, such skilled touch...and the rough treatment, the pain that came with it, it set him over the edge. "Th-there! Right there!" He exclaimed through tears of overwhelming stimulation. "Oh, God, please don't stop!" He begged and weakly clung to Valerius. "You're amazing, you're gorgeous, you're magnificent, you're the most amazing being I've ever come across!" He couldn't stop himself from praising this...this masterpiece above him. This masterpiece of a man that could more than likely become an addiction. An addiction in so many different ways. He didn't care if it was just in bed, or if simply in his presence. He just wanted to always be close. Hold up, there, kitsune. What if he doesn't want you around him after this?
Well he hadn't thought of that. And he wished he hadn't. He had went along thinking his presence would be accepted. What if it wasn't? What if this was supposed to be a one-night stand? He didn't want to play the usual game of pretending he never met this man. He was far to intrigued to let him go. Even before, earlier in the tavern, he felt so comfortable around Valerius... Don't think of that now, Damian. Just focus on the present, not the future. You have all the time in the world for that. You're a demon. You're immortal. That thought of his immortality disturbed him even further, another thing to pit on his ever-growing list of thoughts and feelings he didn't understand.
With all the thoughts pushed back into an overgrowing pile on his brain, he focused on that gorgeous accent that he would never grow tired of. "Keep going, mon amour, I'm so, so close now," he breathed.

I went ice-skating with my friends so yeah"
i c e - s k a t i n g ?
My spine still hates me, even though it's been well over a year since I was last on ice. I still feel my body slamming against the ice. (Did y'all know that that there's a specific way to fall on ice?)
Of course, I refused to get off the ice until I made a whole circle. WHICH I DID!!
The only way I was able to do it was continuously repeating "Not today, Satan," out loud and/or in my head.

Groans, gasps, slurred mumbles, demonic growls, and screams of Valerius' name. That's all that Damian could respond with. The pounding he received from the male above him had him quivering. The mixture of emotions he was experiencing were unable to be named. Well, at least right now they weren't. He could barely handle the sheer emotion that emitted from man above him. It was almost overwhelming, and Damian was curious of why he wasn't taking advantage of all the intimacy. He knew his power would reach unimaginable heights because of this human... So why wasn't he feeding upon it? Why wasn't his reflexes of consuming all of these emotions working? Better yet, why did he not want to take advantage?
Suddenly even more questions came up. Why did he feel like this was meant to be? Why did his soul yearn for this puny human? Why did he want to stay by this worthless human's side? He knew nothing of this human, nor had he even wanted to in the beginning. He hadn't known him for even an hour, yet he felt like he was... Like he was home. What does it mean? It's scaring me. Is this human capable of some sort of black magick? I'm so scared but so thrilled. What the bloody Hell is going on with me?! No one answered his questions, and that brought frustration to him. He took that out on his partner with his own unnatural strength. He dug his nails into the male's tanned back and raked them downward. Of course he made sure he wouldn't break the skin, but he definitely intended to leave marks that wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"V-VALERIUS!" Damian's thoughts couldn't keep up with him now. What he had requested had been given to him. He had been taken to a whole other place, one of euphoria, of passion. As he had predicted, this Italian had bypassed his expectations and gave him feelings he had never experienced before, and he became very vocal about it. He made sounds that he had never made before, and some were quite embarrassing, but he didn't care at the moment. He trained his eyes onto the exposed tan surface. He had been given an invitation. And I'll accept it gratefully. With that coherent thought, Damian rose his head and latched his lips onto the skin. The stimulation he received had driven him to the point he had little control of his own abnormal strength. It only took a few moments to litter the skin with bruises, pausing for only a second to speak.
"I am, I'm s-so fucking close," Damian responded with a shaking voice. His French accent had become stronger than ever, and it effected the coherency of his English. "I haven't f-felt so good in a-all thirty-t-two years of my existence," it took so much energy to keep a somewhat steady line of speech, and he made that physically clear.

Full Name: Lanz Alonzo Giovanni
*Name, Lanz Origin, Germany and Sweden Meaning "Land", "Lance"
* Name, Alonzo Origin, Spanish and Italia..."
I WANT

I SWEAR, I SMILE FAR TOO MUCH THAN ONE SHOULD WITH MILD EROTICA))

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
totally didn't just want to die because of how smooooth that voice issss