I really kind of love how often Emerald is forced to face the consequences her actions have for other people, the suffering she has helped bring them.
Because this is such an important part of why she was the first one to leave team W.I.T.C.H. + minions associates. Because she still does care about people. She can’t look at these people suffering and not feel bad about her role in it.
Part 1 (cw info in P.1) (trans girl femsub version here)
You feel yourself melting in her arms. The kiss is so decadent, so affectionate. Despite your best efforts, your screams are starting to sound more like moans, your struggles to escape looking more like plain squirming from pleasure as her hips briefly grind against yours.
You feel yourself melting into the kiss, your mind oozing into the sugary pleasure. You still moan softly, still squirm weakly, but the giggling around you tells you that nobody’s fooled.
And then she pulls away, and you stare down at her in a dumb, pleasure-drunk daze. She’s positively glowing.
Then you snap out of it, realize what just happened, and give a yelp and frantically try to spit out whatever it was she slipped you, try to get the taste off your tongue. But it’s already melted away.
Melted right into you.
Sergei Polunin as Count Rudolph Andrenyi, Murder on the Orient Express (Kenneth Branagh, 2017) | Part 1/6
[pov-boy, 2nd person, cock mention, bimbowned/bimbodomme, light embarrassment, kissing, drugging, fey, malesub/femdom, implied blowjob, hypnosis, fantasy nonconsent (moderate)] [trans girl version here]
“Pretty girls know best, don’t they?”
That’s
what she said to you, giggling, bouncing from foot to foot, as the
flashing lights and ethereal melodies pulsed through the forest
night.
You
don’t know what to say, but you can feel your cheeks burning as you
stammer something back—you don’t plan to be here long, you just
needed to pass through, you didn’t realize there was a Fey Revel
going on here.
She
just beams, reaching forward to pat your cheek. Your face gets hotter
as her breasts jiggle with every bounce. A simple wicker basket hangs
from her right arm, but you can’t tell what’s in it—the lights
dazzle your eyes and blur your vision. “Aww, don’t worry,” she
says sweetly, “we don’t mind! We love it when mortals join in!”
Rip the Cyclum duo server :(
Yeah stuff was getting so frustrating that we kinda just let it die
But we restarted a new Cyclum server!
Because we can’t get enough of playing these two :>
