Aamon just hanging out with his wife for the day. ...What? He loves his partners and does whatever they like! It's one of the perks of dating him! ( Art - starryfaeVT on t.witter)
Aamon
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18+ RP Blog || NSFW Focus || Muse is 28, Mun is 30 || No AI or Taboo
...I will have to include many tiny, child friendly scythes with the two actual, usable scythes, it seems.
Being given that glimpse of truth after his spell finished, he looked over at her with his face suddenly going a bit pale. Aamon attempts to recompose himself, and raises a clawed hand to offer it as a shake. "Oh, right ... ah, my name's Aamon." How does he even say this? Should he?
The faceless, no name shut-in had a heart attack in his sleep. The strange forces that be took the nearest influence, his in-game mmo character, and supplanted his body. There was no rhyme or reason. Simple luck. He, now she, awoke the next day in confusion.
"...I mean you are killing it as a tiger gal, but I can give it a looksie just in case." Standing, the Demon cracks his neck, maintaining a short distance between himself and her as he starts to chant words of power softly, while aligning his chitinous claws to make the shape of an eye. From --
"That's up to you!" She shrugs and scratches the back of her head. "I'm jusy trying to live with it, to be honest."
"Huh. Well that's hell and a half. And I can only assume you're not super happy with the predicament..." He trails off, head tilting to the side as Aamon observes her. "...I'm not much of a magus but I could try and give things a look? See if there's anything magical at play?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't be so bitter. I just woke up like this after an all-nighter where I got blackout drunk."
Aamon can't help but quirk a brow, arms crossed as he looks her up and down. "You're not supposed to be one? What happened? Get hit by a strange spell or something?"
Yaaawwwnn. "Damn... still a fuckin' girl."
...He's trying to not get hard right now, considering how close this woman's tits are to swallowing up his whole chest. Sighing, he cracks open one can of soda for himself, and a can of fruit punch for her. "...Pleased to meet you, Delcatty? What're you lookin' for around here?"
(She climbs on without a second thought, straddling him and pressing her entire front against him) Mmmrrrp~ ❤️ This is better. (She rests her big fluffy tits right against his chest and nuzzles under his chin) Mmn~ This is the best chair delcatty has found all day…
Of course! He can pull a few drinks out of a portal and they can just talk, instead of worrying about puns. "The name's Aamon, by the by, miss...~"
Hehe… punny But wait— Ooooh he’s a demon-cat… no wait, lion-cat… no wait… (visible loading screen behind her eyes) ..Can Kitty just sit next to him? Thinkin’ is hard.
Demon based puns? ...And he thought she couldn't get any more cute!
What is he getting dem on?
Can a Demon with a lion tail and a cat girl ever truly get along...?
A soft exhale leaves him. He hadn't told her, and ... well, he didn't have much of an excuse. "Yeah, I... I guess I don't talk about it much. It's something I like to keep to myself unless I feel I can trust someone." A nervous laugh leaves him. "Sorry to drop that on you out of nowhere."
Godling stuff? [Her arms cross, one hand resting under the elbow of the other which taps against her cheek.] Don't think you've told me about that yet. [She'll have to store the note of the mother's story, though. That could be fun over a good meal. The father sounds like a sweetheart, too...]
"...You have a chef?" It was stated in plain astonishment. Then again, she was a Dragon seemingly made of gold - but he hardly ever liked to assume! Aamon kept an eye on her as she offered to cook, actually springing up to follow after her with a smile. "I can help, if ya like!" He offers--
A clap— “Wonderful darling~ I’ll have my chef prepare a meal for us, yes? Oh.. but didn’t I sign off on margerie’s maternity leave?… hmm.. Very well! it seems I’ll have to prepare it for the two of us myself.” -She went to turn to leave out paused for a moment more, turning to him- +
Aamon just barely avoided the urge to be weak and pathetic because of amazon press position....
Craning his neck up to look at the far larger party, Aamon stuffs his claws into his pockets with a smile. "Yeah... yeah, I can work with this, ma'am~" He says with a smile. "The name's Aamon. Cultural researcher. And I've never seen anyone like you before...!"
I give my own presence as an excuse to distract you from your thoughts, should that offer entice?
If I had a nickel for every time a bisexual/lesbian couple followed me, and I hyped up their sex life and love ... ... I actually lost track of the nickels, someone help me.
<--- demon who has notes in his contact list to remind him what his casual partners like (food, drinks, dates, how mean he should get with dirty talk, kinks, etc)
"Oh, like a pine needle tea, or something...?" He asks, before catching himself. "Sorry, sorry. I could ask questions about other cultures and customs all day long if you let me! I'm sure you're busy, ma'am, and I wouldn't want to take too much of your time." Aamon explains with a warm smile.
"Oh yeah... Don't normally hear about fighting or killing. I just... Mind my own." She giggles a bit before nodding along to look at the can before it was tossed through the portal. "Soda. Ah... Reminds me of something my mother made with pine needles."
"Riled up in all the wrong ways for a brothel ... but good to hear things are calm enough otherwise!" Wait, was a can of cola anachronistic here? Well, too late now! Tossing it through a portal to hide it would be even more suspicious. "It's cola. Kinda like ... bubbly mead? Less alcohol, too."
"Not rather in...moreso out and around." She'd shrug. "The evening itself is rather a calm one compared to some of the other evenings. Though I have to admit I find it funny considering how riled up some of the others are." She'd sip on her mead. "The hell is in your hand?"
// Aamon is down-bad something horrendous tonight, so go ahead and like this post if you want a no-frills, no build-up lewd starter. Reply if you're a multimuse and want a specific character, or if you'd want the starter sent in DM's!
"...Sounds like there's been some rather /colorful/ discussions around the brothel. Everything going alright, ma'am?" Aamon asks as politely as he can, nursing a can of soda as his tail flicks behind him in idle curiosity.
"Psh, all this talk about killing is gross. You guys need to learn to behave. Hear me out. get some booze, have a talk, go to bed. If it isn't handled in the morning, I get my club and take all of your kneecaps."
Aamon needs an excuse to meet a buncha cute women again...
I mean for Aamon that'll include grabbing some extra water bottles, a bottle of lube, and putting on some mood music. He doesn't want to stop showing his new boss his 'appreciation' until the sun comes up! ...That, ah, good by her?
⠀⠀ don't be shy — get yourself comfortable with the queen of the flies this sunday evening. 💕 #seductivesunday ⠀⠀
Aamon knows how to set that stuff up! He's done it with a few of his partners before. ...And he'll provide some snacks and drinks for Nezumi's friends too, while her womb gets turned into the demon's breeding ground~ Just gotta give him a call when she's good to go!
She likes bringing friends along to watch.~ Maybe she should get into streaming, then all her friends could get off to the her while she's getting knocked up.~ If she wants to join in, they're free to clean her up with that wet tongue of theirs.~
"Hmm ... fair enough! Though now I'm tempted to throw guesses at the wall and see what sticks, but that wouldn't be very sporting..." His next guess was 'axe throwing' but that will wait for another day. A small smile curves his lips up at the boop, and he wraps his arms around her back. "Now--
⠀ 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 — similar to a "booping" gesture. ) ⠀
"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!"
⠀ as for my ideal dates... a walk on the beach isn't all too bad. candlelit dinners aren't on my top 3, per se, but i am fond of them. and reading in bed... to tell you the truth, i don't read so often. ⠀
Right. She is an older Demon, and Aamon can only presume her connection to the outside world is ... limited. "I can only speak for myself, and you for yourself. I'll say that I quite like affection, even if it's considered 'emasculating' or whatever nonsense." He says without a care. Turning--
⠀ 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... ) ⠀
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...~"
⠀ 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. ⠀
"...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.
⠀ 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. ⠀
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...!"
⠀ of course. ( she gingerly hands over a single-page contract, as per his request. ) it shouldn't take long to read. ⠀