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Meganna
Mother of the Seasons
"Seasons may change,

winter to spring...."

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Mainverse with ice-master-kristoff. ALWAYS happy to do AUs, mun is a HUGE multishipper :3 Selective. Mun and muse are 18+. Nsfw possible, but not required. Meganna has many faces, and the proper one will be chosen based on the situation.

Not expecting anyone to be home, Meg walked naked into the bathroom, her towel folded at her side. Gripping the shower curtain, she pulled it aside and nearly screamed. "Master!" She cried, covering her eyes with both hands, "I-I--"

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Meganna’s cry made the Master turn around halfway until he could actually see her. “Welcome home, Meg?” he asked in an amused voice, but didn’t bothered to cover himself up - after all, she had walked in on him, not the other way around therefore. “Can I help you with something..?”

"You want me.." the Master repeated and tilted his head a bit to the side, letting his gaze wander over her body. Of course he had noticed the way she sometimes looked at him and that moment they had shared in the shower had made things clear as well, but giving in without at least some teasing wouldn’t be fun.

Gracefully like a cat he moved until he was almost on top of Meg, holding himself up with one arm as he looked down at her. He raised one hand to pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and gave her a playful grin. “How do you want me?” he whispered.

Her heart hammered in his chest as she watched him move, his body hovering so close to her own she could feel the heat. His fingers were more electrifying than calming now, and his smile made her breath catch in her throat. God, did he have to be so perfect? How was that even possible?

"I-I want you in every way possible," Meg responded softly, hands hesitating before softly resting on his back, "I want to give myself entirely to you, to let you have your way with me, to let you own every aspect of my being, to claim every trembling inch. I want your name branded on my soul so that people can simply look at me and know who I belong to. I want my body to remember who it will always call Master."

Silently the Master listened to her words, but his smile grew wider with every single one of it. Yes, she was utterly his, so loyal and desperate to please him, that he almost felt sorry for her. But no, now wasn’t the time for such feelings, because tonight he would make sure that his pet would get exactly what she wanted.

Beautiful…” he whispered and leaned in to kiss her. He claimed Meganna’s lips in a demanding, passionate kiss like he had never done before. Gently he bit down on her full lower lip, soothing the soft flesh with his tongue afterwards before he pulled back again. “You’ll get everything you want my dear. There is only one thing I want from you - I want to hear you moan my name in your sweet voice. Let me hear what I’m doing to do, give yourself to me, Meganna..”

His lips were like a blessing as they crashed upon her own, kissing her in a way he never had before. Her fingers found his hair and she tugged him closer, moaning softly as he bit at her lip and ran his tongue along it. She was breathing heavily when he pulled away, watching him. “I am yours,” Meganna breathed, craving more of his lips, “I am eternally yours, heart and soul. I will always belong to you, Master, my Master. Always.”

Heat rose to her cheeks, but with his promise she shoved her nerves aside. “Please, don’t be gentle,” she begged quietly, “Don’t hold back. I want it all, everything you have. I want to feel the full power of you, Master.”

Not expecting anyone to be home, Meg walked naked into the bathroom, her towel folded at her side. Gripping the shower curtain, she pulled it aside and nearly screamed. "Master!" She cried, covering her eyes with both hands, "I-I--"

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Meganna’s cry made the Master turn around halfway until he could actually see her. “Welcome home, Meg?” he asked in an amused voice, but didn’t bothered to cover himself up - after all, she had walked in on him, not the other way around therefore. “Can I help you with something..?”

"That would be delightful", he retorted and walked around the bed so he could slip underneath the covers on the empty side of the bed. Sitting up with his back against the headboard he looked at Meg and shook his head slightly.

"Thank you, but there is no need for that. You don’t have to serve me, there are other people who can do that for me - for us. I’d rather have you by my side.” As he said that he lifted his arm a bit in a silent invitation to her to come closer. It was most pleasing to him to see how eager she was to make him happy, and for that the had decided she deserved to be spoiled a bit. “Is there anything you want, Meganna? I want you to tell me, so I can make it happen. And don’t be shy, darling, there is no reason to hold anything back from me..”

Meg asked, momentarily confused. It’s not that the Master didn’t take her wants into account, but he never outright asked her what she wanted.

But, of course, there was only one thing she wanted. “I…” she began, her hand automatically going to the mark on her neck, “I-I want…. I want you. Just you…” She’d wanted him for months now, to slip into bliss with him and become lost. Maybe it was the fact that she felt cocky because of the mark on her neck, or that they’d showered together, but she somehow had the courage to admit her deepest feelings towards him.

Meg chewed her lip and looked nervously at him, her cheeks pink as she waited for an answer. What was said was said, she couldn’t take it back now. The hand on his chest lifted slightly, almost as if she was afraid of being punished or made fun of for her girlish and intimate wish.

"You want me.." the Master repeated and tilted his head a bit to the side, letting his gaze wander over her body. Of course he had noticed the way she sometimes looked at him and that moment they had shared in the shower had made things clear as well, but giving in without at least some teasing wouldn’t be fun.

Gracefully like a cat he moved until he was almost on top of Meg, holding himself up with one arm as he looked down at her. He raised one hand to pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and gave her a playful grin. “How do you want me?” he whispered.

Her heart hammered in his chest as she watched him move, his body hovering so close to her own she could feel the heat. His fingers were more electrifying than calming now, and his smile made her breath catch in her throat. God, did he have to be so perfect? How was that even possible?

"I-I want you in every way possible," Meg responded softly, hands hesitating before softly resting on his back, "I want to give myself entirely to you, to let you have your way with me, to let you own every aspect of my being, to claim every trembling inch. I want your name branded on my soul so that people can simply look at me and know who I belong to. I want my body to remember who it will always call Master."

Not expecting anyone to be home, Meg walked naked into the bathroom, her towel folded at her side. Gripping the shower curtain, she pulled it aside and nearly screamed. "Master!" She cried, covering her eyes with both hands, "I-I--"

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Meganna’s cry made the Master turn around halfway until he could actually see her. “Welcome home, Meg?” he asked in an amused voice, but didn’t bothered to cover himself up - after all, she had walked in on him, not the other way around therefore. “Can I help you with something..?”

As he reached his own private room he dropped the towel to the ground and walked over to his huge wardrobe. After a moment of consideration he picked out a black satin pajama, but put on only the bottoms. He hated to sleep with too much clothes on. 

Since he knew that one of his servants would take the towel away he left it on the floor as he left his room again and walked down the long hallway that led to Meganna’s room.

He knocked at the door twice before he opened it and stepped inside before he closed the door after himself. The hint of a smile made the corners of his mouth rise as he walked over to Meg, giving her a long look. 
"White certainly is a colour that suits you, my dear", he finally said, standing at the foot of the bed and looking down at her.

      ☀    ⊱   Meg heard his footfalls from down the hall, and she scrambled to make herself look presentable. He knocked and entered, and she simply smiled at him. His words made her feel warm inside, and she wet her lips before speaking. “Then I’ll make a point to wear more of it,” she smiled at him. The blonde took a moment or two to admire him, standing there, looking at her. He was beautiful, simply divine. And he was there, with her. 

      ☀    ⊱   She’d folded the blankets back neatly on “his” side of the bed, ready for him to join her. “Would you like me to get you a drink?” Meganna asked, smiling up at him, “Anything you want, it’s no trouble.”

"That would be delightful", he retorted and walked around the bed so he could slip underneath the covers on the empty side of the bed. Sitting up with his back against the headboard he looked at Meg and shook his head slightly.

"Thank you, but there is no need for that. You don’t have to serve me, there are other people who can do that for me - for us. I’d rather have you by my side.” As he said that he lifted his arm a bit in a silent invitation to her to come closer. It was most pleasing to him to see how eager she was to make him happy, and for that the had decided she deserved to be spoiled a bit. “Is there anything you want, Meganna? I want you to tell me, so I can make it happen. And don’t be shy, darling, there is no reason to hold anything back from me..”

Meg asked, momentarily confused. It’s not that the Master didn’t take her wants into account, but he never outright asked her what she wanted.

But, of course, there was only one thing she wanted. “I…” she began, her hand automatically going to the mark on her neck, “I-I want…. I want you. Just you…” She’d wanted him for months now, to slip into bliss with him and become lost. Maybe it was the fact that she felt cocky because of the mark on her neck, or that they’d showered together, but she somehow had the courage to admit her deepest feelings towards him.

Meg chewed her lip and looked nervously at him, her cheeks pink as she waited for an answer. What was said was said, she couldn’t take it back now. The hand on his chest lifted slightly, almost as if she was afraid of being punished or made fun of for her girlish and intimate wish.

"That's Dirty"

"Wanna go in the shower?" the Goddess cooed, smiling at him.

Not expecting anyone to be home, Meg walked naked into the bathroom, her towel folded at her side. Gripping the shower curtain, she pulled it aside and nearly screamed. "Master!" She cried, covering her eyes with both hands, "I-I--"

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Meganna’s cry made the Master turn around halfway until he could actually see her. “Welcome home, Meg?” he asked in an amused voice, but didn’t bothered to cover himself up - after all, she had walked in on him, not the other way around therefore. “Can I help you with something..?”

Silently he watched his dear pet touching the new mark on her neck. The smile on her face gave him a deeply satisfying feeling, and for a moment he considered calling her back as she left the room, just so he could watch her a bit longer. But no, that would be foolish, and there was still enough time for things like that later. 

Quickly he toweled himself off as well and with the towel wrapped around his hips he left the bath, walking down the hallway that would lead to his private quarters. First he would get dressed and then they could pick up their little game.

      ☀    ⊱   It was strange, being with the Master that way. Standing there with him in the shower, nothing but tender touches and kisses. The slight romance of it all surprised her. She honestly didn’t know that he had a softer side. But the mark on her neck throbbed happily in reply to her doubts, and she smiled. He was her Master. Of course he’d be tender with her every now and again.

      ☀    ⊱   She slipped on the white silken night gown, hopping into the bed and settling in. Meg wasn’t sure if he’d be sleeping in the bed with her that night or not, but she knew that he’d be joining her any moment, and that knowledge was enough for her. In the back of her mind, Meg was worried he was manipulating her, using her for some type of plan and that when he was done with her, she’d be tossed away like old news. But more of her mind was wrapped up in his constant attentions and his lips, and all doubts were forgotten. She was loyal to her Master.

As he reached his own private room he dropped the towel to the ground and walked over to his huge wardrobe. After a moment of consideration he picked out a black satin pajama, but put on only the bottoms. He hated to sleep with too much clothes on. 
Since he knew that one of his servants would take the towel away he left it on the floor as he left his room again and walked down the long hallway that led to Meganna’s room.

He knocked at the door twice before he opened it and stepped inside before he closed the door after himself. The hint of a smile made the corners of his mouth rise as he walked over to Meg, giving her a long look. 
"White certainly is a colour that suits you, my dear", he finally said, standing at the foot of the bed and looking down at her.

      ☀    ⊱   Meg heard his footfalls from down the hall, and she scrambled to make herself look presentable. He knocked and entered, and she simply smiled at him. His words made her feel warm inside, and she wet her lips before speaking. “Then I’ll make a point to wear more of it,” she smiled at him. The blonde took a moment or two to admire him, standing there, looking at her. He was beautiful, simply divine. And he was there, with her. 

      ☀    ⊱   She’d folded the blankets back neatly on “his” side of the bed, ready for him to join her. “Would you like me to get you a drink?” Meganna asked, smiling up at him, “Anything you want, it’s no trouble.”

Not expecting anyone to be home, Meg walked naked into the bathroom, her towel folded at her side. Gripping the shower curtain, she pulled it aside and nearly screamed. "Master!" She cried, covering her eyes with both hands, "I-I--"

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Meganna’s cry made the Master turn around halfway until he could actually see her. “Welcome home, Meg?” he asked in an amused voice, but didn’t bothered to cover himself up - after all, she had walked in on him, not the other way around therefore. “Can I help you with something..?”

      ☀    ⊱   "Thank you, Master," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was nice to have someone like this, to love someone. Closing her eyes, the girl rested her head against his chest, sure to keep the throbbing red mark exposed for him to see.

"There’s no reason to thank me, Meg", he replied and just held her close, listening to her heartbeat. After a while he reached behind himself and turned off the water and opened the door of the shower. "Let’s get out of here. There are more comfortable places to cuddle then inside the shower."

      ☀    ⊱   A smile moved over her lips and she nodded, stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. Meg took a moment to admire the throbbing mark on her neck, fingers softly grazing over it as her smile grew. She was his and he was hers (at least, that’s what he’d led her to believe). After she’d dried, she moved to their room to pull on some clothes, passing time until he came to her again.

Silently he watched his dear pet touching the new mark on her neck. The smile on her face gave him a deeply satisfying feeling, and for a moment he considered calling her back as she left the room, just so he could watch her a bit longer. But no, that would be foolish, and there was still enough time for things like that later. 
Quickly he toweled himself off as well and with the towel wrapped around his hips he left the bath, walking down the hallway that would lead to his private quarters. First he would get dressed and then they could pick up their little game.

      ☀    ⊱   It was strange, being with the Master that way. Standing there with him in the shower, nothing but tender touches and kisses. The slight romance of it all surprised her. She honestly didn’t know that he had a softer side. But the mark on her neck throbbed happily in reply to her doubts, and she smiled. He was her Master. Of course he’d be tender with her every now and again.

      ☀    ⊱   She slipped on the white silken night gown, hopping into the bed and settling in. Meg wasn’t sure if he’d be sleeping in the bed with her that night or not, but she knew that he’d be joining her any moment, and that knowledge was enough for her. In the back of her mind, Meg was worried he was manipulating her, using her for some type of plan and that when he was done with her, she’d be tossed away like old news. But more of her mind was wrapped up in his constant attentions and his lips, and all doubts were forgotten. She was loyal to her Master.

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Flynn wasn’t going to win any citizen of the year awards anytime soon, but when he heard Corona was throwing a party and he had to crash it. As predicted, getting in wasn’t hard   especially seeing as it as a Masquerade ball   he just had to keep a low profile and leave a early.

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Taking a seat on one of the overly fancy chairs near the snack bar and just simply watching everyone dance. That was until a someone caught his eye. At first Flynn just thought she was coming over to get something to eat but when she plonked herself down onto his lap the brunet blushed. “Is there something I can help you with?” He hummed out innocently as he resisted the urge to wrap his arms around her waist. 

A beautiful girl on his lap who was willing to feed him like a king? There was no way he was letting her go. “Maybe later, right now you’re going to dance with me” he grinned, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist as he stood up. Intertwining their fingers together so she wouldn’t be stolen by one of these other princely blokes. “What’s your name?” The man asked a he pulled them to a stop at the most secluded section of the floor. 

      ☀    ⊱   That little glimmer in his eyes made her giggle, holding his hand tight as he announced their dancing. She skipped across the dance floor with him, smiling as others simply moved out of the way for them. She wondered how long he would keep this facade up. She knew who he was — or, at least, that he was a thief in royal clothing. But none the less, she was having a marvelous time. 

      ☀    ⊱   When they finally came to a stop, she turned back to him and smiled. “My name’s Meganna,” the goddess said, giving him a curtsy, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

Whatever dream Jasper was having, Meganna was feeling it. He pulsed the emotion and sensations through the room, until eventually she had been woken up by her own moaning. The vampire looked at her sleeping mate with hungry eyes, unable to stop her lips from wandering down between his legs and taking him in her mouth....

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"Fuckin’ hell." He murmured, an arm wrapping around her as she’d bury her face in his neck. "You’re an amazing woman, you know that?"

      ☀    ⊱   Meganna chuckled, kissing his skin softly. “I’m your amazing woman.”

Whatever dream Jasper was having, Meganna was feeling it. He pulsed the emotion and sensations through the room, until eventually she had been woken up by her own moaning. The vampire looked at her sleeping mate with hungry eyes, unable to stop her lips from wandering down between his legs and taking him in her mouth....

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Not expecting anyone to be home, Meg walked naked into the bathroom, her towel folded at her side. Gripping the shower curtain, she pulled it aside and nearly screamed. "Master!" She cried, covering her eyes with both hands, "I-I--"

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Meganna’s cry made the Master turn around halfway until he could actually see her. “Welcome home, Meg?” he asked in an amused voice, but didn’t bothered to cover himself up - after all, she had walked in on him, not the other way around therefore. “Can I help you with something..?”

      ☀    ⊱   Meg let out a yelp as he tugged her hair back, his lips moving to her neck. They felt so heavenly even though they hurt slightly, and she knew the pale skin would soon bare his mark. Her fingers wove into his hair, holding him tight against her as the hot water steamed around them. Her heart raced and she knew he could feel it.

Her yelp was like music in his ears and he smiled against her warm skin. Pressing a last kiss to the now bright red spot on her neck he wrapped his arms around her middle and raised his head again so he could look her in the eyes. Meg’s racing heart reminded him of a small bird in a pretty cage and that thought made him chuckle. He shook his head to get rid of his thought and concentrated back at her. “Now you are perfect, my dear..”

      ☀    ⊱   "Thank you, Master," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was nice to have someone like this, to love someone. Closing her eyes, the girl rested her head against his chest, sure to keep the throbbing red mark exposed for him to see.

"There’s no reason to thank me, Meg", he replied and just held her close, listening to her heartbeat. After a while he reached behind him and turned off the water and opened the door of the shower. "Let’s get out of here. There are more comfortable places to cuddle then inside the shower."

      ☀    ⊱   A smile moved over her lips and she nodded, stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. Meg took a moment to admire the throbbing mark on her neck, fingers softly grazing over it as her smile grew. She was his and he was hers (at least, that’s what he’d led her to believe). After she’d dried, she moved to their room to pull on some clothes, passing time until he came to her again.