Tartaglia:
One thing I can confirm is that he loves to mark you. Leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your body. He’ll of course make sure that it's pleasurable for you; he wouldn’t want to do anything to you that would cause you pain or distress.
He absolutely loves it when you sit on his face, he’ll hold onto your thighs as he buries his tongue into your slick. He eats you out like a starving man while you grind against him, his nose bumping your clit.
He’ll whisper compliments in your ear as he thrusts into you slowly, his hand reaching between your legs as his fingers roll over your clit. It doesn't take long before he’s thrusting inside of you at a fast pace; the room is filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping.
Sometimes he fantasies about fucking you in his Foul Legacy form; the thought of your small figure squeezing around a larger size makes him shiver in excitment.
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He’s not the best when it comes to aftercare, but he’s not the worst either. He grab medicine from the rest room, putting on the nightstand next to you; in case you were in any pain in the morning it would be right there for you. He gives you words of praise as he coaxes you to sleep; as much as he would love to spend the night with you, he still has unfinished business.
“You did amazing, love. I’ll see you in the morning, rest well, dear”
