He has many meetings ahead of him today. The jackal prays that they will be swift, so that he can visit his favourite oasis, whist the sun is still high in the sky. Feel free to meet him there, if you so please.

(( i have been very absent —

(( brought my yordle to this site :)

just this once. . .

put the maid outfit down.

MEN. 🖤

pussy fire

⁠✧ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 "𝘎'𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢!"

so very dull. . .

(( wip… ✨

daily mpreg post

🫃

despite being deeply routed in religion, amsu does not reject technological advancements.

in terms of positions? prone bone.

interesting.

amsu wearing this :

Fiddling with his loincloth.

there’s a disappointing lack of handsome adventurers in his life.

“ I’m in the mood to take a dip. “

boredom strikes. save him.

he adores dressing up all fancy-like.

feeling devious.

wiggling his hips. someone’s in high spirits.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝙄 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝙂𝙊 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀

Brash, of course. He’s not as delicate as one would think.

He’s quite partial to dressing up.

There is a lack of Amsu-related things happening right now.

Ah. Mating season. . .

(( bedtime. replies tomorrow. 🖤

(( the urge to call in sick tomorrow… my clients lately have been so intense

Huffing. The woes, of being short.

Given his status, frequenting taverns isn’t quite possible. Though, he would love to, given the chance.

(( serpent characters … ❤️

Which means. . . scruff.

It won’t be long before his winter coat starts coming in.

“ Mmh. . . I suppose there’s peace, to be found in solitude. “

Amsu releases a soft sigh, as he steadily stretches himself out. “ Mmh. . . “ Even upon just waking up, he has an elegant air about him.

how can i make today all about me. . .

Amsu is able to detect Derek’s arousal, with how feverishly it ruts against the groin of his leggings. The jackal shudders, already becoming somewhat slick with anticipation. “ Mmh. . . Then you’d best help me undress, no? “ He whispers, tone mellow, and soft.

He could go for some music. Or a dance. Or rather, any form of entertainment.

(( been writing a loooot of fantasy lately. which should come as no surprise.

Only the finest of garments, for Amsu. Rich silks, exquisite cottons, fine embroidery. . . He always looks the part.

❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. ❞ 🔥 Udorakas Myaphashtun, Leatherworker & Shadow Monk Adventurer 🔥Pansexual, no lean, multiship 🔥D&D, BG3 and MVRP 🔥Story-Driven RP Preferred 🔥(N)SFW, Minors DNI, No Taboo 🔥Mun and muse are 21+ 🔥Lewd strictly in DM's ♡ & ↺?

Humming, as he idly potters along. Whom will he bother today?

pretty, pretty boy.

Amsu can feel a pleasant spark between his thighs, as Derek looms over him. A grin creeps across his soft features, each gently runt earning a soft gasp from the jackal below. “ Derek. . . “ He hums, leaning his head back, allowing the man to more proficiently toy with his neck.

Being desert born has it perks.

“ I do. Crystal clear. “ He jests, legs remaining wrapped around Derek’s torso, as he lays the jackal down. Amsu runs his hands along Derek’s sides, fur gliding along flesh. “ Take a good look. Savour me. I ache for you. . . “