Amaimon Alternate Ending

“Yes, you may, my king.” I reply back to him smiling so hard at him. He looks so handsome as someone puts up a mini disco light in a corner flashing the whole living room up with bright colors as someone dim the light. I don’t glance at anyone but him, for some reason my feelings for him is growing deep, deep like I’m sinking in the ocean deep. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but maybe just maybe I can grow to trust him more. He defended me against Marie, not letting her talk disrespectful about me. Even though he has a past with Marie, he ended up hurt just like a regular human being would be.

In order to fully understand Aristophanes’ concept of erotic love, it is imperative to summarize and highlight details of the story in The Speech of Aristophanes.

Soon though he continued, slowly he pressed forward, his grip secure on Amaimon's scalp and jaw as he pulled the earth king's mouth onto him, stuffing him full once more. He sighed, still sensitive from having already cum, but it didn't stop him, he'd get hard again soon enough. A chill ran up his spine, the warmth of his brother's mouth around him sublime and intoxicating. Sure enough his length twitched as he began to stiffen again. "Mmm," a low rumbling rose in his chest as he held Amaimon's face securely, pulling his head back, then forward, back, then forward. He was spent from his vigorous thrusting from before, his breathing not even fully under control, so for a few moments his movements were slow, not gentle, but not too harsh at least in comparison to the events of

“Greetings your majesty. I know that there has been a great misunderstanding towards sharing our resources

Arthur sighed, tipped his head back, and stared up at the heavens. “Damn it, no, Gawain. I would never want that. I can’t imagine ruling without you by my side.” He lowered his gaze. “I hate you sometimes, but even with that, I still love you as a brother and always will.”

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

With that he pulled her close for their first kiss, a kiss he made sure would scorch her soul. With his Selkie’s heighten senses he was able to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was he felt a quickening of his own heartbeat. . After such a kiss he had to have more.

“Thank you!” says the king (Hrothgar), “Know that you made it back you deserve more than what I can give you….”

“Don’t you understand how much your father needs you right now?” Master asked her. Amber shook her head and a shocked look came onto his face so she decided to explain.

Changmin closed his eyes and allowed his other senses to be engulfed with what was only him. His smell, touch, sound and overall presence. How can one person demand so much with so little? Changmin was caught very much in his web of charms; just like a fly caught by the spider. The more he struggled the more he found himself unable to fly away.

Kurapika whimpered, arching lithely off the couch, his desperate, clutching fingers gathering up double-fistfuls of Leorio’s dress shirt. Leorio sighed happily, before folding down the hem of his boxers just enough to expose the sharp angles of Kurapika’s hipbones and the first downy tufts of dark-blond pubic hair covering his groin. And then Leorio was kissing him, again, following the V-shaped cut of his lower abdominals with his lips, one hand tirelessly teasing his nipples, the other circling around him to caress the small of his

Absolutely perfect. Warm and weighty, his intoxicating scent coiling around the time King. He groaned softly as Amaimon shifted in lap, his own hips straining upwards, rubbing the pair of them together. The feeling was beyond gratifying even with with fabric. Mephisto rocked his hips, resting his hands on his mates hips to feel the way he shifted forward. Their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling as they moved together. The soft gentle kiss had been wonderful, the rushed ravenous one was incredible. He pushed up into it, his head tilting as their lips met. Mephisto's body moved sensually, slowly, a quiet moan escaping his lips as he slipped his tongue into Amaimon's mouth. The time King enjoyed the movements, not simply because they were extremely gratifying though. No, he loved their way their bodies moved together, how Amaimon's hips rolled beneath his hands as he shifted forwards and back, meeting his own hips as he ground their clothed lengths together. Despite all of his desires it was easy to get lost in the moment. Lost in the way the earth King sat above him and how he had to lean up ever so slightly to meet his full lips. Despite the season Mephisto could so easily feel more than lust in their actions, love bleeding through every action now matter how small and the closeness of the moment left him out of breath, flushing deeply, wanting

Nobody wants to hear that, me least of all” (Hooper, 2010). Also, “I am not a King, I am a naval officer. I’m not a king, I’m not a king” (The Kings Speech, 2010). The psychological effect his brother abdicating had on him, was enough to send him back to Logue for more therapy.

AN: I'm sorry if Ryuk seems OC or like Light but I felt this was the only way I could go on with the second chapter.

He sighed with spent pleasure, looking over the mess. His breathing calmed and after a few, long moments he reached forward and undid the ties in the younger demon's arms. He snatched one of his wrists, pulling Amaimon with him to the couch as he sat down heavily, free hand running through his hair. He moved his hand from the earth king's tangling in his brother's hair instead, tugging him forward. He undid the tie around his eyes quickly with his free hand. He met those blood shot, tear stained, pleading eyes and smirked as he jerked the younger to his knees once more in front of him. His eyes tailed down his own body, to his navel a lower covered in Amaimon's blood, to his member covered in both that and a copious amount of his own semen, a mess, as fun as they were to make he hated messes. He hand held Amaimon's jaw tightly, his thumb one onside, the other four fingers on the other, pressing harshly as to force his jaw open. Pulling him closer still Mephisto pressed his length to his parted lips, watching his expression "what a mess you've made~ how about you be a good little demon and clean it