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Quincy Beaumont Corruption NSFW
🕑 Added 2024-08-01 21:19:28 +0000 UTCA bit late! Sorry, was sick! Anyway-
Quincy loves an innocent Witch. Loves them so much. They're so cute and it's not Quincy's fault if it makes them salivate just at the sight of them. They could just eat them right up.
They can downright smell your innocence when V introduced the two of you. When they gently clasp your hand with theirs and promise you two will be the best of friends soon enough, they truly mean it. They can take a break from their job to watch how you tick, just enough to get friendly.
Only when they are sure you are a virgin do they start to slowly sink into your skin, spread their corruption to you. Starts innocently enough. Fleeting touches to your hands, shoulder, maybe a quick pat to your knee, all with an innocent smile. Just wants you to get used to the feeling of their touches, pretend its nothing but friendly.
It will slowly escalate. Hugs, hooking their arm through yours, a perfect finger tracing along your knuckles and wrist, smirking to themself.
With a male Quincy and fem Witch, he keeps it just above board, lips lingering on your knuckles whenever he kisses your hand goodbye, kneeling down upon claiming to notice something wrong with your shoe and caressing your ankle. Fingers trailing along your back when guiding you along as you walk. Wants to be close enough to hear the soft hitches of breath. Going to make sure that one day you need to come home with him, instead of back to your cottage, despite knowing you're unmarried and this would be downright scandalous. Going to make sure to talk you into staying, and that the evening ends with his lips on your neck and his hand is up your dress, fingers slipped under your shift. Loves the way you can barely even handle being played with, never mind taking a finger. Coos all sweetly at you, murmuring that you make the most endearing little noises.
With a male Quincy and a masc Witch, he gets away with being more touchy. Arm over your shoulders, and with no one looking, he whispers into your ear. Just innocuous things, but the feeling of his lips flitting over your earlobe accompanied by his scent makes you a bit dizzy. Wants to get you drunk with some of his friends and keep you close, cooing as you get tipsy. Does press you against the wall when you two are heading back to his, adjusting your jacket that got askew. Just watches you with hooded eyes before going in whisper against your ear. "I could just devour you right now." Gets his coach home, but makes you sit next to him, crooning for you to rest your head on his knee, with Quincy's fingers slowly stroking your temple before drifting down and cupping your crotch. Depending on if you're a top or a bottom, Quincy's filth gets worse. "I can tell you need a proper fuck." Whispered low. "Want a man to bend over and take it from you, hm?" Or, "Need something deep inside, don't you?" While running his hand over the curve of your ass. "Too embarrassed to tell anyone, but I can know. Want to be used."
With a female Quincy and a fem Witch, she gets away with so much. She invites you out to take the air, walk around during dusk. She gets to come with you to the dressmaker. Loves to watch you with a sly smile, arm through yours, as if she knows a secret that you don't. Loves to stop you with a low murmur of "Oh, my dear. I think... Your stay is out of place." And comes in closer, her gloved fingers dancing over the edge of your neck line. Her breath on your exposed skin, her feather-light touch dancing over your chest. She gets to cup your chest, giving you slow, innocent blinks as she does so. Coos a bit. "My, these are quite lovely, aren't they?" And gives one last squeeze before pulling away and linking her arm through yours again. Insists you stay the night at her flat, that you sleep in one of her gowns. Changes in front of you, revealing her sheer shift. Pats the bed space next to her. "The guest room doesn't have a fire lit. Can't have you freezing." Makes sure to spoon you, nosing along the back of your neck. And her hands come around your front and press against your stomach slightly. "You're stiffer than a virgin in her marriage bed. Relax."
With a female Quincy and a masc Witch, she often makes jokes about making sure you treat her right, can't have people thinking she's a less than pure woman. Squeezes her breasts against your arm as you escort her, making sure you can feel them as you two go. Loves showing more of her legs than you ought to see, pulling up her dress, petticoat and shift to step over a puddle when you two are alone, so you get a delicious look at her soft thigh. Loves to ask you daring questions suddenly. Will be talking about the weather or her favorite tea before scooting closer to you and whispering, "So, no one ever took you to sow your wild oats? Oh, darling, do you not know what that means? Well, some of my male friends talked about being taken to... " She can't help but give a soft, airy laugh. "Whore houses. To be broken in." Whether the Witch is a virgin or not, she loves watching you struggle due to your innocence. Does insist on you walking her home, she's a lady! Once inside, she makes sure you stay, pushing you towards the sofa, making sure you two get to get something to eat. At one point she'd slowly hook her leg over yours, showing more of her skin. Quincy at one point sneaks her shoes and stockings off so you have to deal with her bare leg. And the way her foot slowly creeps closer to your crotch, to slowly press against it. "You need to relax a bit more, mon cheri." She smiles with her teeth.
Just one slip, one touch, and Quincy can't keep their hands off of you. Loves to grope and touch and kiss you in areas that make you feel dirty. Every time you seem embarrassed over where their tongue is going or what their fingers are doing, they lap it up, cooing at you. "Don't you know how to make your body feel good? Oh, I need to show you more."
Wants to ruin an innocent Witch. Wants your first reaction to seeing them again to be getting a stirring of arousal deep in your belly, knowing the moment that they're by your side, they will be touching you, groping, marking. Wants you to come to them, practically begging for more, not able to stay away after one taste of their wicked ways. Needs you to shut yourself in with them for a weekend, either learning how to suck cock or mouth at their cunt correctly. Needing to be fondled and sucked and licked until you are near tears from pleasure. So much so you can't stay away from them.
