Aamon is just barely holding himself back. "I... like, right now...?" He was trying his best to constrain himself, even if past conversations made it exceptionally clear his willpower could evaporate at the drop of a hat with the right jiggle, sway, or slosh...!

Watching Bearly's claws tear into the dirt like an animal only furthered his own bestial desire. There was something so undeniably /hot/ about how he'd just given into his base instincts - and how they relished his touch in return. Nevermind the fact that Aamon rarely ever had casual sex, let--

"Demons from other Hells, slimes, bears who look like mascot outfits, bears with void faces with nothing discernable but their cute eyes, outer gods - there's a good reason why I stick around here, there's so many new types of people to meet all the time~" Aamon is quite pleased with the new faces!

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: 𝙻𝙴𝚆𝙳 [ 𝙷𝚈𝙿𝙴𝚁 ] [ 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙸𝙳𝚂 ] 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴

‎ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‎ ‎ 🔷 ＣＷ 🔷 ㅤ \\ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸-𝙶𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚂 || 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑 || 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝚃𝙷 // ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ \\ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙸𝙳𝚂 // ‎

Aamon's been completely rut-addled for the last few days and has been taking it out on his soft, custom-made sex toys. He's got a line of a dozen of them and he's going back and forth. They all look well-used by this point-- ...maybe don't get too close unless you want a needy, insatiable incubus?

You should all fear me, because I can use my arcane forging to make anything, including a fleshlight that can [REDACTED]

us slaughter daughters run the world. 💜

maybe in time, you'll want to be mine.

Aamon didn't even know this woman. Didn't even have a name to put to the face. However, her 'argument' was very persuasive... His cheeks were burning as he got down onto his knees, dropping his pants around his ankles as he got in behind her. A soft moan leaks through his lips, despite his--

When Aamon heard her words, he was getting ready to offer his own opinion as a crafter of enchanted weapons, armor, and so on. Only for his gaze to instantly be enraptured by her form. "Is this enchanted for battle ... or, ah, infertility...?" Glowing eyes focused on Nyra, his need only grew.

// I enjoy having multiple canon interpretations of Aamon that I spring on people at random. Are you getting normal, horny (but curious) Incubus, the sprouting godling , or something far, far beyond mortality. Idk. And I usually don't let people know which they got until later

"I'm looking for new and invigorating experiences. Show me what you have to offer, and I might just bring you along on my travels." ❤️, 🔄, 🖼 for rating! ⠀Tags: #LewdRp #NsfwRp #FantasyRp #SexRp #OpenRp #OpenDMs #Mvrp #Erp

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✧ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 #𝓢𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙-𝓥𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 ✧ ⠀

// Just letting mutuals know that I'm open for more threads, at the moment! Just DM me, or like this post if you're interested!

"I'm doing nonstop nut November. I have a 100 minute timer I'm only allowed to reset after I bust. If it ever runs out - other than breaks for sleeping - I lose. Any questions?" Aamon is either doing a bit, or he's serious. Knowing him, it's a 50-50...

// Posting F.FXIV Aamon again cause y'all can't stop me

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉! 𝖶𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍! 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾!

Was she flattering him, or /flattering/ him? Aamon couldn't tell, but he may as well see where things take him. "One P'thun brandy for me, and one for you, then?" He asks, his cadence demure and inviting. "--Ahh, right. Might I have your name? Giving my thanks properly is the least I could do!"

Aamon regards Shiraan with a soft, warm smile. "Even more reason to recognize your efforts. And, how about... the favorite drink of the Tau? I did journey here to learn more of your people, after all." His gaze meets her's. "And just Aamon is fine, ma'am. I'm no Lord. Hardly a Marquis, even!"

// I don't have a ref for it yet, but at risk of sounding more nerdy than usual, Aamon's formal outfits are usually slight alterations of either R.ugal's formal wear, or Leo's formal wear (which there are apparently zero good screenshots of anywhere on the internet lmao).

Aamon gives a short half-bow, the Demon dressed in a dark green tailcoat and necktie. He'd at least assuaged his host's potential fears about hosting a Demon before attending. "And you as well! I'm certain hosting such a bash is no simple feat. So if I can assist, just let me know...!"

// I really do need to find out where people grab n.sfw gifs from. Cause all the places I try and use always have shit saved as webp or some nonsense :/

Seeing her investigate him in turn, Aamon turns his body fully towards her - his smile returned. "Everyone deserves to give and receive love, if that's what they want. And... trying to protect people is virtue enough." The Demon says, tone soft. "Ahh, but where are my manners? I'm Aamon, ma'am!"

Aamon looks over at Itha, his smile fading for the briefest moment as he speaks. "Your kin only live to be around fifty, or so? I'm sorry to hear that..." Regardless, he keeps up his efforts. "...but still, you do look quite nice, ma'am! I'm sure you'd find someone if you put yourself out there!"

"You don't look 'old' in the slightest..! Besides, the heart wants what it wants, no?" Aamon says with a warm smile, tucking a stray strand of his hair behind his pointed ear.

"You're brave or foolish, let's find out which~."

"...Do I count as a cute enough boy?" Aamon is certainly eager to get started, it seems...!

// also to explain why I put dots in the middle of random words sometimes, it's a habit I have from Tumblr to try and make things I want to appear to followers only NOT show up in random searches. If there is a setting to do that automatically, w.ithout n.eeding t.o d.o t.his, I'd love to know!

// great, a gross-ass tab.oo account found me, shared my pinned, and then I got a bunch of tab.oos following me and liking random rp's I was doing. I went through and bl.ocked a LOT of people, but I apologize if any of my partners got jumpscared by one of THOSE accounts popping up in their--

"It says 'Weak to Melee' - it's a band from around here that was... pretty decent. Bought a shirt to support 'em, and it seemed like it'd fit, so it's the least I could give you as a gift!" Aamon says, the demon sporting a pleased, affable grin. "Though I suppose there are... other connotations."

Aamon is a soft, sweet, demure Demon, but those exact traits do have people underestimating him, at times! Plus, he'd never felt domineering enough to lift her up before right now. At least it was good info for later? Getting full-nelsoned by Aamon was now (somewhat) on the table! Either way--

// what if I did an event here with a ~800 year old Aamon who's at (almost) the height of his power and is a total goober about it?

Once her enthusiastic permission is given, Aamon is swift to lift her up and find a surface for their night of pleasure to start. Bed. Couch. Table. Whatever happened to be closest and comfortable enough. Thank goodness for Demonic strength... He undoes whatever clothing is blocking him from--

The Demon doesn't even bother with formalities at this point - pouncing upon Crystal like she was all he ever needed. He barely pushes the bikini to the side, giving his mouth unfettered access to her nipple ... he wanted to drain her dry ! Aamon's lips latched on, taking greedy gulps of --

Aamon's rut was about to make him act up. He kept himself in line, since he hardly wanted to go all out without his friend's permission. He's staring at Crystal's cleavage like a man in a desert who just found an oasis. "...Thank you, Rin!" He says, his tone an even mix of thankful and needy.

// also while I do love rut plots with Aamon, he can wear an infertility earring, so no preg if it's not wanted And also I love both flavors of him being stuck in rut. Flavor 1, him being an easily overwhelmed, mewling mess. Flavor 2, him being a ceaseless animal once his partner gives permission

Aamon is grumbling, arms crossed, face flushed, and looking aside. Sweat is seen upon his brow, and there's a distinct, almost sweet scent in the air. ...Poor thing was in rut and just /broke/ two of his toys in a row, and now isn't risking destroying a third.

Aamon's cheeks turn several shades darker, black blood rushing to his cheeks. Oh boy that is... that's a whole lotta cute gal! "Can I, ah... y'know...?" Despite being an Incubus, he's always a touch shy when it comes to 'first contact' - for lack of a better term.

Look, he may need a feeding or two...

Aamon the type of demon to stop and talk about random nonsense while cooling down in between rounds. Cuddling and kissing you, asking about your day and what you should have for breakfast in the morning while things slooowly heat back up. That's just the kind of lover he is!

Overwhelming amounts of Sugar

Something something Aamon being bullied by ladies. He's too tired and sleepy for something with more effort right now, unfortunately...

so call me when the world looks bleak 💛 ♥️ & ↻ !!

"The fisnets ... the squish ... the curves--" Aamon gives a quick chef's kiss. "--perfection~" ...Is this how this weirdo flirts?

Don't startle Aamon - he's thinking about femdom thighjobs with tits smothering his face right now! ...Very important business. Not to be interrupted!

// out at work rn so replies will come later (tm)

Aamon's already cooking breakfast, so hopefully that helps put some pep in her step! The Incubus gives her a soft smile as he speaks. "Sooo... want some green tea? Do you take it with sugar?"

If you need to stay at Aamon's house, he does have a guest room! ...Just don't be surprised if you end up with his pet Tegu staring at you. Or catching glimpses of his body, shimmering and wet after a hot, steamy shower. It's his house, after all!

"We live, we die, we RAGE against the dark." Name: Barghest Deipara Species: Beast Folk Subspecies: Demi-Hellhound Age: 29 Height: 200.6cm (6'7") Weight: 79.8Kg (176lb) Sex: Female Class: Barbarian (Path of The World Tree) Guild: Church Grimm Adventuring Company "So in the dark I hunt."