Naël de Claremont
@boundprotector.bsky.social
| MC | RP | 21+ | OC | Parody | The God King | #BloodOfTheCreole | #GrumpyRudeMurferer |
— beckon once again. |
“I thought we could enjoy a bit of sustenance.”
|Return of the Queen|
“I thought we could enjoy a bit of sustenance.”
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November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— beckon once again. |
“I thought we could enjoy a bit of sustenance.”
|Return of the Queen|
“I thought we could enjoy a bit of sustenance.”
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— naked frame returns with what she asks for and so much more—drinks, sweets, fruits, cheeses, and crackers for us to restore what has been depleted for us both. Revitalize the energy we may need if she so desires to have me at her —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— naked frame returns with what she asks for and so much more—drinks, sweets, fruits, cheeses, and crackers for us to restore what has been depleted for us both. Revitalize the energy we may need if she so desires to have me at her —
— Drinking in her desires, memorizing every perfection and imperfection that marks her curves, our essence intertwines on so many levels that we are left both drained, exhausted, and sweaty amidst the fur.
I leave her side only once. She begs of me to grab a slice of pie and ice cream for us. My —
I leave her side only once. She begs of me to grab a slice of pie and ice cream for us. My —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— Drinking in her desires, memorizing every perfection and imperfection that marks her curves, our essence intertwines on so many levels that we are left both drained, exhausted, and sweaty amidst the fur.
I leave her side only once. She begs of me to grab a slice of pie and ice cream for us. My —
I leave her side only once. She begs of me to grab a slice of pie and ice cream for us. My —
— in the walls and foundation of my place, reverberating all around and cocooning us within the conjure of her needs. Levitating us with the deepening of our bond. Hours feel like seconds. I dedicate my every breath to giving her what she asks, demands, and commands. She is intoxicating. —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— in the walls and foundation of my place, reverberating all around and cocooning us within the conjure of her needs. Levitating us with the deepening of our bond. Hours feel like seconds. I dedicate my every breath to giving her what she asks, demands, and commands. She is intoxicating. —
— again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
From the table to the bench to the counter to the hallway wall to the living room couch to the bearskin rug on the floor in front of my fireplace, we mark my cabin with her nectar every place we touch like a ritualistic handfasting.
Power is intrinsic —
And again.
And again.
And again.
From the table to the bench to the counter to the hallway wall to the living room couch to the bearskin rug on the floor in front of my fireplace, we mark my cabin with her nectar every place we touch like a ritualistic handfasting.
Power is intrinsic —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
From the table to the bench to the counter to the hallway wall to the living room couch to the bearskin rug on the floor in front of my fireplace, we mark my cabin with her nectar every place we touch like a ritualistic handfasting.
Power is intrinsic —
And again.
And again.
And again.
From the table to the bench to the counter to the hallway wall to the living room couch to the bearskin rug on the floor in front of my fireplace, we mark my cabin with her nectar every place we touch like a ritualistic handfasting.
Power is intrinsic —
— The words echo down my spine, pulling strings only she has control over. I feel her too. The heat rises between us all over again, and I give myself to her without a second thought. Cupping her cheek and pulling her into a deep and unyielding kiss, falling under her spell all over —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— The words echo down my spine, pulling strings only she has control over. I feel her too. The heat rises between us all over again, and I give myself to her without a second thought. Cupping her cheek and pulling her into a deep and unyielding kiss, falling under her spell all over —
— grow rigid within her walls with every moaned revelation. Is this what it is like? To be starving for something I never knew I hungered for? | “Then I shall stay forever.”
| I kiss the corner of her smile, and groan for more at the sensation of her legs locking around my waist. ‘I feel you.’ —
| I kiss the corner of her smile, and groan for more at the sensation of her legs locking around my waist. ‘I feel you.’ —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— grow rigid within her walls with every moaned revelation. Is this what it is like? To be starving for something I never knew I hungered for? | “Then I shall stay forever.”
| I kiss the corner of her smile, and groan for more at the sensation of her legs locking around my waist. ‘I feel you.’ —
| I kiss the corner of her smile, and groan for more at the sensation of her legs locking around my waist. ‘I feel you.’ —
— magics around her to protect her and this is the first time my fortitude feels...waned and unsteady. Keeping my attention on the trail of her lips, marking me with every touch, and whisper. |
“Mmh…” | A mischievous smile curls along my lips as I turn towards her, the very words making my shaft —
“Mmh…” | A mischievous smile curls along my lips as I turn towards her, the very words making my shaft —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
— magics around her to protect her and this is the first time my fortitude feels...waned and unsteady. Keeping my attention on the trail of her lips, marking me with every touch, and whisper. |
“Mmh…” | A mischievous smile curls along my lips as I turn towards her, the very words making my shaft —
“Mmh…” | A mischievous smile curls along my lips as I turn towards her, the very words making my shaft —
| The delicate graze of her fingertips along my skin toys with my already shaky foundation. Trying to right the strands of energy flickering deep inside me and return itself to the rightful nexus of my core. I am a creation, the first creation of my Creator. Built to withstand the powers and —
November 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
| The delicate graze of her fingertips along my skin toys with my already shaky foundation. Trying to right the strands of energy flickering deep inside me and return itself to the rightful nexus of my core. I am a creation, the first creation of my Creator. Built to withstand the powers and —
— curves, pressing her hips into mine. Every word spoken through barely calmed breaths with lips pressed against hers, wanting her to hear my words but also feel them too. |
“I would like to know…what do you feel, Dere?”
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“I would like to know…what do you feel, Dere?”
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November 9, 2025 at 1:35 AM
— curves, pressing her hips into mine. Every word spoken through barely calmed breaths with lips pressed against hers, wanting her to hear my words but also feel them too. |
“I would like to know…what do you feel, Dere?”
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“I would like to know…what do you feel, Dere?”
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| Just as eagerly, I return her kiss with the weight of everything buzzing inside me. Her playful bites and touches threatening to keep me just as off kilter as I was only moments ago. Puddy in her hands and enchanted by her needs. |
“Do you? Truly? Feel my hunger?”
| Both hands squeeze her —
“Do you? Truly? Feel my hunger?”
| Both hands squeeze her —
November 9, 2025 at 1:35 AM
| Just as eagerly, I return her kiss with the weight of everything buzzing inside me. Her playful bites and touches threatening to keep me just as off kilter as I was only moments ago. Puddy in her hands and enchanted by her needs. |
“Do you? Truly? Feel my hunger?”
| Both hands squeeze her —
“Do you? Truly? Feel my hunger?”
| Both hands squeeze her —
— have I crossed a line with the tenderness of her touch and sensuousness of her voice. |
“I am…I am gathering my bearings. Strangely starving again…” | Gently brushing her golden curls from her face, I peck and nip at her lips. | “...for so many things.”
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“I am…I am gathering my bearings. Strangely starving again…” | Gently brushing her golden curls from her face, I peck and nip at her lips. | “...for so many things.”
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November 8, 2025 at 9:44 PM
— have I crossed a line with the tenderness of her touch and sensuousness of her voice. |
“I am…I am gathering my bearings. Strangely starving again…” | Gently brushing her golden curls from her face, I peck and nip at her lips. | “...for so many things.”
|Return of the Queen|
“I am…I am gathering my bearings. Strangely starving again…” | Gently brushing her golden curls from her face, I peck and nip at her lips. | “...for so many things.”
|Return of the Queen|
— flickering light across my skin. Flashing the truth before I can speak any.
Her vibrant porcelain gaze, equal parts striking and mesmerizing, bore into me as she seeks to read behind the symbols covering me. She refuses to let my mind waver into the darkest parts of what ifs and worries of —
Her vibrant porcelain gaze, equal parts striking and mesmerizing, bore into me as she seeks to read behind the symbols covering me. She refuses to let my mind waver into the darkest parts of what ifs and worries of —
November 8, 2025 at 9:44 PM
— flickering light across my skin. Flashing the truth before I can speak any.
Her vibrant porcelain gaze, equal parts striking and mesmerizing, bore into me as she seeks to read behind the symbols covering me. She refuses to let my mind waver into the darkest parts of what ifs and worries of —
Her vibrant porcelain gaze, equal parts striking and mesmerizing, bore into me as she seeks to read behind the symbols covering me. She refuses to let my mind waver into the darkest parts of what ifs and worries of —
| I will not.
I could not.
Ever.
Words whispered in my thoughts without equivocation or ambiguity, answering her pleas as if her lips speak to me even though they merely graze my own. Her teeth on my skin sends further shockwaves down my spine, the essence in my veins pulsating like a —
I could not.
Ever.
Words whispered in my thoughts without equivocation or ambiguity, answering her pleas as if her lips speak to me even though they merely graze my own. Her teeth on my skin sends further shockwaves down my spine, the essence in my veins pulsating like a —
November 8, 2025 at 9:44 PM
| I will not.
I could not.
Ever.
Words whispered in my thoughts without equivocation or ambiguity, answering her pleas as if her lips speak to me even though they merely graze my own. Her teeth on my skin sends further shockwaves down my spine, the essence in my veins pulsating like a —
I could not.
Ever.
Words whispered in my thoughts without equivocation or ambiguity, answering her pleas as if her lips speak to me even though they merely graze my own. Her teeth on my skin sends further shockwaves down my spine, the essence in my veins pulsating like a —
— my eyes back to hers and search for any doubt or worry. A breathy whisper against her lips is all I can muster. |
“Are…you…okay?”
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“Are…you…okay?”
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November 8, 2025 at 11:36 AM
— my eyes back to hers and search for any doubt or worry. A breathy whisper against her lips is all I can muster. |
“Are…you…okay?”
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“Are…you…okay?”
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— I need. I breathe her in, chest heaving against hers as I bring us both into a seated position. My mildly tense flesh still filling her. Unwilling to leave her moist embrace. The bench, a sweet respite from the heaviness of my feet. Blood still rushing back throughout my body, I manage to bring —
November 8, 2025 at 11:36 AM
— I need. I breathe her in, chest heaving against hers as I bring us both into a seated position. My mildly tense flesh still filling her. Unwilling to leave her moist embrace. The bench, a sweet respite from the heaviness of my feet. Blood still rushing back throughout my body, I manage to bring —
— bond…has never been forged. Not like this.
My strength waning as I lean her back against the table, burying my face into the warmth of her neck to gather my wits and wrapping my arms around her to gather my stability. My senses are raw and in a frenzy. The move failing to give me the composure —
My strength waning as I lean her back against the table, burying my face into the warmth of her neck to gather my wits and wrapping my arms around her to gather my stability. My senses are raw and in a frenzy. The move failing to give me the composure —
November 8, 2025 at 11:36 AM
— bond…has never been forged. Not like this.
My strength waning as I lean her back against the table, burying my face into the warmth of her neck to gather my wits and wrapping my arms around her to gather my stability. My senses are raw and in a frenzy. The move failing to give me the composure —
My strength waning as I lean her back against the table, burying my face into the warmth of her neck to gather my wits and wrapping my arms around her to gather my stability. My senses are raw and in a frenzy. The move failing to give me the composure —
— and legs coiled around me and her hips milking every bit of resistance from me. A mixture of us both shredded and unwilling to let the other go in more ways than the physical. A home I never want to leave. This level of euphoria is unknown to me. This level of need has never been felt. This —
November 8, 2025 at 11:36 AM
— and legs coiled around me and her hips milking every bit of resistance from me. A mixture of us both shredded and unwilling to let the other go in more ways than the physical. A home I never want to leave. This level of euphoria is unknown to me. This level of need has never been felt. This —
| Breathing shallowed. Muscled taut. Flesh beaded with sweat. Emptied.
I am undone.
With her. Alongside her. Within her.
I am undone.
Shattered into millions of charged pieces, seeking to fuse sharp edges with the smoothness of hers like magnets. I disintegrate in the sensation of her arms —
I am undone.
With her. Alongside her. Within her.
I am undone.
Shattered into millions of charged pieces, seeking to fuse sharp edges with the smoothness of hers like magnets. I disintegrate in the sensation of her arms —
November 8, 2025 at 11:36 AM
| Breathing shallowed. Muscled taut. Flesh beaded with sweat. Emptied.
I am undone.
With her. Alongside her. Within her.
I am undone.
Shattered into millions of charged pieces, seeking to fuse sharp edges with the smoothness of hers like magnets. I disintegrate in the sensation of her arms —
I am undone.
With her. Alongside her. Within her.
I am undone.
Shattered into millions of charged pieces, seeking to fuse sharp edges with the smoothness of hers like magnets. I disintegrate in the sensation of her arms —
— takes it all. Every last drop. I am her stories untold. Her secrets unshared. Her past unscripted. I moan some broken form of a tongue I have not spoken in centuries. |
“I…have…always….been…yours…Dere...”
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“I…have…always….been…yours…Dere...”
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November 8, 2025 at 8:37 AM
— takes it all. Every last drop. I am her stories untold. Her secrets unshared. Her past unscripted. I moan some broken form of a tongue I have not spoken in centuries. |
“I…have…always….been…yours…Dere...”
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“I…have…always….been…yours…Dere...”
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— fight. |
“Fuck…”
| I give in. Guttural moans escaping my lips against her sweat laced skin as I fill her with all I have to offer her in kind. Shimmering iridescence illuminates every symbol upon my true skin as I tighten my hold on her, the ache pulsing through my shaft as she —
“Fuck…”
| I give in. Guttural moans escaping my lips against her sweat laced skin as I fill her with all I have to offer her in kind. Shimmering iridescence illuminates every symbol upon my true skin as I tighten my hold on her, the ache pulsing through my shaft as she —
November 8, 2025 at 8:37 AM
— fight. |
“Fuck…”
| I give in. Guttural moans escaping my lips against her sweat laced skin as I fill her with all I have to offer her in kind. Shimmering iridescence illuminates every symbol upon my true skin as I tighten my hold on her, the ache pulsing through my shaft as she —
“Fuck…”
| I give in. Guttural moans escaping my lips against her sweat laced skin as I fill her with all I have to offer her in kind. Shimmering iridescence illuminates every symbol upon my true skin as I tighten my hold on her, the ache pulsing through my shaft as she —
— I press my face into hers. Long ashen locks unruly against our cheeks by the passionate motions of us both. Her fiery power intertwining with the white-blue essence of my own forces my hand, and I can not hold back any longer. The heat combusting through me, leaving me powerless to —
November 8, 2025 at 8:37 AM
— I press my face into hers. Long ashen locks unruly against our cheeks by the passionate motions of us both. Her fiery power intertwining with the white-blue essence of my own forces my hand, and I can not hold back any longer. The heat combusting through me, leaving me powerless to —
— give in but I am no match. For her. By the rapid nature of our bodies colliding with the intoxicating need to let go.
Of everything.
Every cast spell, ancient tale, scrolled history of her existence tattoos itself in my Creator’s tongue across my pale flesh, forcing my eyes to snap shut as —
Of everything.
Every cast spell, ancient tale, scrolled history of her existence tattoos itself in my Creator’s tongue across my pale flesh, forcing my eyes to snap shut as —
November 8, 2025 at 8:37 AM
— give in but I am no match. For her. By the rapid nature of our bodies colliding with the intoxicating need to let go.
Of everything.
Every cast spell, ancient tale, scrolled history of her existence tattoos itself in my Creator’s tongue across my pale flesh, forcing my eyes to snap shut as —
Of everything.
Every cast spell, ancient tale, scrolled history of her existence tattoos itself in my Creator’s tongue across my pale flesh, forcing my eyes to snap shut as —
— skin like the markings I beg for, only making me fall over the edge right behind her. |
“Dere…”
| I fail to moan her full name. The energy between us is magnetic, sending power vibrating through every vein in my system and transforming my full state by the second. By the stroke. I try not to —
“Dere…”
| I fail to moan her full name. The energy between us is magnetic, sending power vibrating through every vein in my system and transforming my full state by the second. By the stroke. I try not to —
November 8, 2025 at 8:37 AM
— skin like the markings I beg for, only making me fall over the edge right behind her. |
“Dere…”
| I fail to moan her full name. The energy between us is magnetic, sending power vibrating through every vein in my system and transforming my full state by the second. By the stroke. I try not to —
“Dere…”
| I fail to moan her full name. The energy between us is magnetic, sending power vibrating through every vein in my system and transforming my full state by the second. By the stroke. I try not to —