β β don't be shy β get yourself comfortable with the queen of the flies this sunday evening. π #seductivesunday β β
β always have had crazy pull. ( * β¨ ) β
β i know you are, darby. it was hardly ever a secret that you liked me. ( continuing to run her hand through his hairβ there's little else she needs to do, honestly. this gesture of affection seemed to be enough. ) β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.is- is that so? [ oh, his heart's set aflutter...! any more of this and he might never let go. ] ... mmn. i'm... v-very fond of you, so... if that's the case... ehe. just... y-. y'know. thank you. that's... so, so very sweet... [ about as red as her attire, now. it's a miracle he's conscious. ]
β you'll just have to find out in due time, i fear. there's little excitement in revealing all my little secrets and idiosyncracies right away! ( she playfully rests a finger on his nose β similar to a "booping" gesture. ) β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo."I agree. Going by 'old fashioned' standards, men can hardly ever accept affection or show vulnerability, for some arbitrary reason or another. It really is a crying shame." A small laugh soon leaves him. "So damn, I kinda struck out ... what are your top three dates, then? I'm curious!"
β of course i'm spoiling you. good boys deserve the best treats, after all. ( * π ) ( she lets out a playful giggle β continuing to coddle him. ) you're too cute, you know that? i believe i'm starting to grow quite fond of you... β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.[ this would be a death sentence if he were any weaker. resting snugly against her chest, thanks to its own size and her tail keeping him pressed in tight... in no uncertain terms, this is paradise. ] ... hhn. s-spoiling me. [ half-muffled with his face pressed in so close, but he doesn't mind. ]
β ( she quietly coos to herself when he closes the distance between them β using her hand to rest his head upon her bosom. ) good boy... ( she takes it upon herself to relish in the moment β resting her tail around his waist to fasten him to her lap. ) β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.[ regardless of her disposition, or grace, or anything... it's just nice to be liked, he thinks. which is a little sad, to think on such a base level, but... that's just how it is, with him. ] ...mmn? [ dutifully, he closes the distance between the two of them without a question asked. ]
β well, i don't necessarily find the desire to be coddled by a woman an emasculating desire by any stretch. if anything, i find it rather adorable; the vulnerability that comes with it, as well, is something i quite enjoy. β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo.--to face her, however, he speaks plainly. "But if we were to turn this into a date, what you want matters too." A sly, playful smile. "Let me guess, boss? Long walks on the beach, candlelit dinner, and reading with your date while cuddling are your top three dates...?"
β no need to thank me, darling. it's just part of my "graceful" disposition. ( her hand continues to trail through his hair, gesturing with her other hand for him to come closer. ) come. i think you deserve a comfortable spot to rest. β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.[ "so soon" is a phrase that would give him pause, if she hadn't immediately started petting him. he leans in to her touch, any worry immediately falling to the wayside. ] hhhh... β€οΈ [ ...maybe it's not so bad. ] well, if you... if you say so. thank you, lady beelzebub, that's... very kind of you.
β I suppose you could call it that. . . if you weren't sitting in the woman's lap. But this is the modern world we're living in, right? Maybe that's something men desire these days. . . ( running a thumb over her own cheek in contemplation... ) β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo.Well ... she is the boss! Aamon wanders closer, raising his tail up before coiling it 'round his waist like a belt to keep it out of the way. He sits rather politely in her lap, looking towards her with a faint blush. "Well now this almost feels like a first date or something...~"
β i've hardly set a standard of expectation for you. not because i don't think i should * expect anything from you, but because it'd be foolish to put that kind of pressure on you so soon. ( a hand reaches out to trail its digits through his hair gently. . . ) disappointment is the last thing + β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.[ ... he can't get much redder, but his cheeks try all the same, perhaps in protest. ] ... i just wouldn't want to disappoint. ehe. [ clutching his scarf tightly, twisting it around his hand one way before spinning it the other way 'round. ] ... in general, but... especially not if it's you.
β oh, it's quite alright. i was just teasing, is all. . . though i do appreciate your obedience in the matter. it's very telling of your character. ( she giggles to herself, leaning back to place one leg over the other and lean back; floating in the air in her signature seated position. ) β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.[ it's not so much her voice as much as her touch that startles him into his focus snapping where it should be. well, "should" is relative. he's not a gambling man, but if prompted, he'd assume she's fucking with him at least a little. ... he's told it's cute. he gets it. ] ah- s-sorry, lady beel.
β Right now? Just kick back and relax. There really isn't much to do, these days. If something DOES come up, I will enlist you to aid me in said endeavor. ( she pats her lap casually. ) For now, though? Just take a seat. β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo."...Well, in that case, I should probably ask what all I should be doing as your assistant, then." Aamon asks, an ever-polite smile spread from ear to ear. She may have used pleasures of the flesh to tempt him, but he wasn't so /debased/ as to ask for such things instantly... ...at least, not yet.
β ( distractions are to be expected, as well. it's not entirely * his fault, honestly. a clawed finger reaches out to his chin, angling his head upward with minimal force. ) eyes up here, boy. ( she doesn't mean to sound intimidating, but she just ends up doing so naturally. ) β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.[ his soul is damn near the furthest thing from stalwart. not that it wouldn't be worth losing himself to her, that way... ... evident in how he shyly works his way up her figure to try and meet her eyes with his own, now. it's also evident he got a bit distracted on the way, but he manages. ]
β ( she can't quite fault him for being unable to stare into the manifestation of the abyss, figuratively speaking. many a soul has gotten lost in her eyes, and he would likely be no different if he didn't possess the stalwart soul needed to keep his eyes glued to her own eyes. ) β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.... almost an undersell, really... [ shifting on his heel. he's only barely able to keep eye contact, poor thing. the ground must be really interesting β that, or he's so smitten any glance over will wreck him again. ] but, um! you're, uh, you're very welcome. eheh.
β Likewise, erm. . . would it be okay if I called you "Andy" for short? ( a lighthearted request, subconsciously crossing one leg over the other and leaning back against thin air as she begins to float in the air. ) It'd be so much easier for me. β
β彑 π³ππππ π«πππππππｑ@latinlenses.bsky.social Β· last mo.β Mistress Beel. . . β He muttered beneath his breath, as if testing the words before nodding. β Okay, Beel. Less of a mouthful and easier to say. A pleasure to meet you. β
β it's quite alright, aamon. most demons are conniving, but that is their nature. i, too, am no different; but i don't mess around when it comes to contracts. β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo.Aamon may have snatched up that contract far faster than he'd like to admit. He peruses the paper, and as long as there weren't any obvious, dangerous loopholes ... he does exactly as anticipated and signs his name at the bottom. Aamon Zagan. "...I'm sorry for doubting you, miss. Happy to help...!"
β can't quite say i blame you, darling. i * am quite the picturesque woman, after all. i appreciate the honesty, as well. β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.ahβ [ immediately red in the face? he's always prone to keeping her in his thoughts, but... ...well, he could've been dreaming about her. that's always possible. ] that, um- ... yes. [ he'd love to pretend otherwise, but she'd be able to see through him easily. ]
β I am the mistress of the flies; commander of the void: Beelzebub. . . but you * may refer to me as "Beel" for short. β
β彑 π³ππππ π«πππππππｑ@latinlenses.bsky.social Β· last mo.β β β Probably just me, but I find you gorgeous all the same. Not everyone looks perfect in the morning. What's your name ? Or should I just stick with gorgeous ? β β β
β good afternooooon! i heard through the grapevine that you were thinking about lil' ol' me? β
π₯π’π³π£πΊ π@scarlet-lettering.bsky.social Β· last mo.... afternoon. [ rubbing the side of his face. his bed head is next-level fucked. ]
β oh, hardly. my hair's a mess, my face is a little crusty. . . it's hardly a delightful sight. but i appreciate the compliment, andrew. it does my ego good. β
β彑 π³ππππ π«πππππππｑ@latinlenses.bsky.social Β· last mo.β β β Don't worry about it, I think you still look gorgeous even with that sleepy look. β Giving her a bright smile, shark teeth glinting in the low light. β I'm Andrew, a pleasure. β β β
β ah! a new face... apologies if i don't look my best; i've just woken up, you see... β
β彑 π³ππππ π«πππππππｑ@latinlenses.bsky.social Β· last mo.β β Waving at her. β Good morning. β β β
β ( yaaaaawn... biiiig stretch. ) β
/ bookmarkin' what i owe and settling in pretty soon. worry not, i won't disappear for 5 months this time π¨
β of course. ( she gingerly hands over a single-page contract, as per his request. ) it shouldn't take long to read. β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo.She wasn't offering a simpler contract. She wasn't explaining what was in it. But Hells below those things could probably fracture his hip bones if she wasn't careful... ... "...Here. Just... let me /look/ at the contract first at least." Seems like an easy win, all things considered.
β what reason would i have to lie to you, darling? i'm a woman of my word, and i always have been. . . . but, if you need more convincing; i suppose i can show you a little something that might appeal to your basest desires. β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo."..." He peers left and right, cheeks turning a few shades darker as Aamon considers it. "I hope you're being honest and up-front, but I can't be sure..." A pause. "...unless you were to give me some symbol of good will first or something. Or a one-page contract with no room for shenanigans."
β what purpose would outwitting me even serve? i'm quite the gracious elder demoness, after all. i offer things that even Lucifer herself wouldn't dream to bestow upon others. not even her own fellow demon! . . . which, of course, would include exclusive access to my bed chambers. β
Aamon@salaciousstygian.bsky.social Β· last mo."As cute as you are, I'm not a contract expert and trying to outwit someone several thousand years my senior who is might be a recipe for disaster." Aamon is at least smart enough to avoid getting tricked. ...Unless huge tits are involved, but how could she possibly know that?
β oh, but why NOT become her servant? the benefits are practically in bold on her contract... :( β
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β i suppose * this will do for recompense in lieu of such a long absence. . . ? how graceful i must be, granting you all such a view. enjoy it while you can. ( * β₯οΈ ) β
πͺ° MISTRESS OF THE FLIES.@mistralofthevoid.bsky.social Β· last mo.β it's been quite a while, hasn't it? tending to the void leaves so little time for extracurriculars... β