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    Without waiting for a response, Phainon sets the stockings aside and shifts his weight to pull his boxers down from under his skirt. Now bare under all his layers, Phainon realizes, perhaps belatedly, that Mydei has not given him anything resembling underwear. He flushes with embarrassment, but feels his dick twitch all the same. Despite this momentary stumble, despite the flash of memories behind his eyelids of other times he’s been naked in front of Mydei, the open, yearning want of moments past bleeding into him like tree-sap, Phainon pushes forward. He reminds himself that he agreed to do work for this, to play a role; not to bend over ass-up at the first hint of a tease, so he forces the hot and shuddery air from his lungs and reaches for the stockings.

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    Phainon's always liked a uniform, a role to play, and this outfit is no different. In his long dress and stark white apron, he looks every ounce the maid he is supposed to be. The petticoat, the stockings, and the starched-stiff collar are the finishing touches to truly sell the fantasy, and Phainon has always found it easiest to meet expectations when he looks the part.

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    16 Sep 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 80

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    Fierce football rivals Phainon and Mydei find each other on the same side of the pitch for the first time.

    It's just Mydei's luck that their first match coincides with his heat, filling him with an insatiable desire for his alpha rival's knot.

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    09 Sep 2026

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    This is where they meet: their eyes meeting over the heads of the crowd. Kremnoans. Okhemans. The people of the Holy City; the refugees of Kremnos. Mydeimos looks up and he sees blue. The color of the sky. Kephale's blue. The man cuts an imposing figure, the silhouette of his armor an announcement of his importance, his clothes fine and detailed. The Goldweaver's Deliverer, here to make a statement. Mydeimos recognizes him by blade, a large sword of fine make, hefted in one hand; and by rumors: the Goldweaver's handsome Deliverer, the charming prince of the Holy City, Okhema's most prized alpha. The perfect man with the makings of a perfect mate. An appointment with the Goldweaver is no easy feat, and everyone knows that to win over the Goldweaver, first you must win over her Deliverer.

    Mydei loathes this game of push-and-pull.

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    14 Aug 2026

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    “You’re distracted, Deliverer,” Mydei mutters. Despite saying this, he isn’t pulling any punches today.

    The silence between them becomes stiff, and Phainon needs to occupy his hands with something, anything. “I’m in the middle of… researching something,” he says.

    Mydei hums. “With the Grove?”

    Phainon feels sort-of-bad-sort-of-not for obfuscating the truth: one because it’s Mydei, and the other because the matter is about him confessing to Mydei, you see. He pulls a face. “You could say that.”

    Kremnoan Roses aren't real. Probably. Phainon is about ninety-nine percent sure. But after coming across an antique Kremnoan vase, Phainon swears that if he, by some miracle, manages to recreates them, he will confess to Mydei with a bouquet of mythical roses.

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    30 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 22

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    Anaxa sighed in an unnecessarily put-upon way. “You’re going too easy on him, Hyacine. Treatment like this requires a firm hand. Where’s the dildo?”

    In a feeble voice, Phainon said, “The what?” and was ignored.

    “It’s been misplaced,” Hyacine lied cheerfully. Anaxa’s eye narrowed in suspicion. She couldn’t very well tease Phainon—not too much, anyway—but Anaxa was always fair game. “It’d be a shame to send Lord Phainon away in this condition, but I’m afraid there’s only so much I can do.”

    “U-um, did you say dildo?” Phainon tried again, to no avail.

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    29 Jul 2026

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