// I just had no reason to use it, verse is either mega dead or super not inclusive to new people. Such is life

// I’m not sure. I haven’t used this app in months lol

That.. Hesitant gaze. It’s all Dimitri needed unfortunately, to know.. this wasn’t something she seemed to want. A moment of disappointment in his remaining eye, before he’d stifle it with a nod.

❝ Please, take all the time you need.. this isn’t an order Annette. Just a hypothetical between us. ❞

Finally free of Annette’s rocking warmth, Dimitri offered her not but a small smile in response. Still coming down from that intimate high, the King of Faerghus opted to lay beside his lover. An arm draped over her waist, now..

“I should be asking you that same question, Annette.” He mused.

“Ah. . You won’t be satisfied until I speak then?” there’s a defeated sigh.

“There’s several reasons. You’re beautiful. . Kind. Caring. Liked by many, so politically you’d not be rejected. .”

Dimitri wasn’t a wordsmith, but..

“I want to be around you more, Annette..”

Just enough to his side, it would scrape the side of his armor.

And to that opening, the pummel of his lance was thrust up, hoping to use the disorientation to decisively land this blow.

It’s not often that Dimitri finds someone who fought so ferociously. Aside from Felix, really. . He welcomed the challange. It keeps him sharp.

Unfortunately, for her, this was the opening he was looking for.

Taking her jab head on, Dimitri’s hand swiftly grasped her spear’s shaft, directing it+

❝ If. . You need an ear, mines here to lend. ❞

Offering the Oni a small smile, it’s the least he could do.

She looks.. so sad…

“Miss, are you… alright?”

Her off guard.

❝ Just looking for an opening. ❞

Dimitri’s worn expression showed experience, and excitement. Not letting his emotions collect too much, the Kingly warrior would meet her downward sweet, with his own lance thrust downward, to block it blade for blade.

But now, he’d sudddenly swing the hilt downward at her torso, hoping to catch

“Doesn’t that say enough, Annette?”
A mused chuckle came from his lips. The hand at her shoulder started to idly knead it’s fingers against her.

Keeping the women held to him, as he walked the pair over to his bed.

Laying her down, carefully, as their kiss subsided.

Himself enough, that he could properly kiss her. A long, drawn out kiss. Void of anything but passion, just to show his adoration for the women before him..

Though, as good as she looked on that desk.. she deserved better. Dimitri would scoop his hands below her waist, and lift her with ease. (+)

𝑷𝑼𝑴𝑷..

𝑷𝒖𝒎𝒑...

Finally, Dimitri’s climax began to subside; well after he’d filled her arouse him. The mix of fluids oozing out around that royal spear, that sheathed itself comfortably inside of her tight walls. Dimitri’s ragged breaths, spilled over her face. Only until he collected (+)

Perhaps this was too foreword.. but as she turned away, Dimitri placed a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe I just.. want to hear you say it, Annette.” She’s too cute, really.