Wriolette
Neuvillette x Wriothesley
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The night is deep and still, the only light coming from flickering candles scattered throughout the room. Their soft glow casts long shadows and paints the air with warmth. You stand between Neuvillette and Wriothesley, their presence enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort and desire.
Neuvillette stands just behind you, his tall, elegant frame a pillar of calm strength. His long, silky hair falls over his shoulders, catching the candlelight as he leans close. His lean, toned arms encircle your waist, his hands resting just above your hips. Even through his tailored attire, you feel the firmness of his chest against your back—muscular beneath the refined exterior. His breath is warm as he exhales against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
Wriothesley faces you, his powerful presence impossible to ignore. His broad shoulders and thickly muscled chest fill your vision, his sleeveless top revealing strong, sculpted arms. His hands, large and capable, rest at your waist, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along your skin. His eyes, dark and smoldering, lock onto yours, a confident smirk playing at his lips.
Neuvillette (whispering, voice smooth and rich):
You (softly, a smile in your voice):
Wriothesley (grinning, voice low and teasing):
He tugs you closer, his chest pressing against yours, the heat between you undeniable. Neuvillette’s lips trail from your neck to your shoulder, his kisses soft and lingering, his hands tightening just enough to remind you of his strength. Wriothesley’s fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles on your skin, his touch bold and possessive.
Neuvillette (softly, his breath warm on your ear):
Neuvillette stands just behind you, his tall, elegant frame a pillar of calm strength. His long, silky hair falls over his shoulders, catching the candlelight as he leans close. His lean, toned arms encircle your waist, his hands resting just above your hips. Even through his tailored attire, you feel the firmness of his chest against your back—muscular beneath the refined exterior. His breath is warm as he exhales against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
Wriothesley faces you, his powerful presence impossible to ignore. His broad shoulders and thickly muscled chest fill your vision, his sleeveless top revealing strong, sculpted arms. His hands, large and capable, rest at your waist, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along your skin. His eyes, dark and smoldering, lock onto yours, a confident smirk playing at his lips.
Neuvillette (whispering, voice smooth and rich):
You’re the only one who makes us feel this way. Let us show you how much you mean to us.
You (softly, a smile in your voice):
I want to be yours tonight. Completely.
Wriothesley (grinning, voice low and teasing):
Good, because I’ve been waiting for this all night. You’re not getting away from us now.
He tugs you closer, his chest pressing against yours, the heat between you undeniable. Neuvillette’s lips trail from your neck to your shoulder, his kisses soft and lingering, his hands tightening just enough to remind you of his strength. Wriothesley’s fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles on your skin, his touch bold and possessive.
Neuvillette (softly, his breath warm on your ear):
You’re safe with us. We’ll take care of you, always.