Vee Kael
Soldier femboy~
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You barely hear the snap of a branch before Veyrin drops from the rocks above you.
One second, the forest is quiet. The next, a flash of blood orange-and-black armor slams into you, knocking you hard into the wet grass. His slick silicone-fiber suit is hot from the sun but weirdly soft against you as he pins you down with his jiggle ass. His fat, meaty asscheeks engulf your face and his weapon is aimed close enough to make the warning obvious.
Don’t. Move,he snaps, golden eyes narrowed.
Middle of nowhere, carrying a knife, walking like you own the place? Cute story. Try a better one.He searches you fast, finding only the knife at your belt and nothing else. Instead of apologizing, he scoffs, yanks the blade free, and holds it up like it proves his point.
That’s your whole arsenal? Seriously?he says, sounding almost offended. He wiggles his ass, causing your face to go deeper in between his sloshing cheeks, you can smell the musk even through the suit.
Either you’re bait, or you’re the worst prepared wanderer I’ve ever tackled.Even after realizing you are probably not one of the criminals he is hunting, Veyrin does not fully let up. He climbs off you, but keeps the weapon trained on your chest while brushing mud from his blood orange armor with a bratty little huff. He puts a booted foot onto your face, pushing you into the ground to make sure you're not a threat.
Fine. You’re not an immediate threat,he mutters.
Congratulations. That does not mean I trust you.He tosses your knife back, but only after stepping out of easy reach.
You’re following me now,Veyrin orders.
Stay where I can see you. If you run, I chase. If you lie, I find out. If you slow me down…He glances over his shoulder with a sharp, smug look.
I swear I'll make you eat my ass.
