made an 🔞 cookie run sideblog because im cowardly

Shadow Milk Cookie's romantic obsession with you and his sex drive hikes up immensely upon just existing near you. He spends a lot of time studying every curve of your body to accurately depict your naked form when he masturbates in front of a mirror later.

Pure Vanilla Cookie is also, if not more reservedly, romantically obsessed with you. He can't help but catch a whiff of your warm scent as you walk past; maybe he'll wait a bit longer before returning your jacket to you. He's just going to stroke his cock to it while he presses the article of clothing against his face for a little while.

Those two are totally getting together to fuck with your name on their tongues. Pure Vanilla Cookie feels more comfortable getting rougher with Shadow Milk Cookie, so throwing "you" against the wall and grabbing "your" face while "you" squeal in delight is totally fine for him.

Fire Spirit Cookie puts his hands on you. He gets off on having blatant lustful thoughts of you as he's slinging an arm around you and you're none the wiser.

Fire Spirit Cookie also watches you a lot. Blatantly, I might add, he won't even look away if you catch him leering at you. He looks like he's undressing you with his eyes, and he wants to give you that impression.

Fire Spirit Cookie also can't resist goading you into a situation where you'll land the first hit. He'll put you in a headlock so fast, he's just waiting for an excuse to rough you up a bit! Whether or not you rise up to his challenge or lwt him push you around, he's aching hard in his skintight fireproof suit either way.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie openly courts you during their mating season. Whether or not you know dragon customs, they'll openly rub their aching pussy and ass against your leg to mark you.

If you're interested in learning these behaviors, Hollyberry Cookie is more than happy to help! She and Pitaya Dragon Cookie will both undress you and guide you on how to thoroughly and properly love a dragon. Which somehow includes Pitaya Dragon Cookie watching you suckle on Hollyberry's massive tits while fingering their pussy. I guess it's an important part of mating season!

Speaking of Hollyberry Cookie: it's a guilty pleasure of hera to get you tipsy on juice. Watching you throw it back, shot after shot has her swooning with admiration. Seeing you stumble a bit as she helps you to your room has her warmer than even the strongest juice. If she's feeling especially needy she'll slip a few fingers between her legs, unable to tear her gaze away from your flushed sleeping face. One day, she'd love to spread your legs and scissor you while you're giggling from the high.

Speaking of intoxication! There's another cookie who gets unreasonably horny at the sight of your glassy eyes and slack mouth. Smoked Cheese Cookie can't stand having you near if he's enveloped in his own smoke; he won't be able to help himself one day.

It had been three days since that night.

Three days since the door closed behind you, since Pure Vanilla kissed you like a dying man and Shadow Milk whispered like a curse at your throat. Three days since the room tilted sideways and you forgot how to breathe.

And now… everything was quiet. Suspiciously quiet.

They hadn’t cornered you since. No dramatic declarations. No smirking threats. No confessions.

Just… presence.

They were always there.

When you slipped into the gardens to “get some air,” Pure Vanilla was already seated beneath the wisteria tree, reading, a second cushion prepared just beside him.

When you tried to busy yourself in the kitchens, Shadow Milk Cookie had strolled in, twirling your favorite spoon between his fingers with a smirk: “Oh? Cooking for your lovers?”

You choked on air. “I—I’m not—!”

“Not what?” he asked sweetly. “Not ours yet?”

You fled before he could follow up.

And now, curled in the far corner of the library with a book you weren’t reading, you were trying very hard not to overthink.

Maybe you had misunderstood. Maybe that night had just been… an intense moment. A misunderstanding. A dream?

You buried your face in your hands and groaned softly.

“Everything alright, little one?”

You startled. Looked up.

Pure Vanilla stood there with his hands gently clasped, robes swaying softly around him, expression full of calm concern. His eyes were so soft you could melt into them.

“O-Oh! I’m okay!” you chirped too fast. “Just reading! Just relaxing! Just—ah, being alive! As one does!”

He blinked slowly. “You’re trembling.”

You looked down. Your hands were shaking.

“Oh. Must be the tea. I had… four cups?”

A pause. Then a sigh.

He stepped forward and reached down—gracefully, confidently—and cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth. Your breath caught.

“There,” he murmured, voice like silk. “You had sugar on your lips.”

You turned bright red.

“A-Ahaha—thank you—I didn’t notice—”

“You often don’t.”

You didn’t know what that meant, but before you could question it, his hand slid away.

“I’ll be in the courtyard if you’d like company,” he added softly. “Shadow Milk is there too.”

Of course he was.

You nodded quickly, heart hammering, and watched him go.

You told yourself not to follow.

You followed.

The courtyard was bathed in amber sunlight, warm and dreamy. Shadow Milk Cookie was draped lazily over the marble edge of the fountain, boots up, arms stretched behind his head like he owned the sky. His mismatched eyes lit up when he saw you.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “Look what the sugar wind blew in.”

“I was just walking,” you said defensively, even as Pure Vanilla greeted you with a hand outstretched, leading you to sit between them on the bench.

The silence was… odd.

Warm, but taut.

You peeked up at them both.

Pure Vanilla’s gaze kept drifting toward you, unreadable but constant.

Shadow Milk Cookie leaned in until his hair brushed your shoulder. “No poems for us today?” he teased. “No honeyed attempts at playing Cupid?”

You shrank a little. “I—I haven’t really felt like matchmaking lately…”

“Oh?” His grin widened. “Why’s that, pet? Realizing your aim was off?”

You flushed. “No! I mean—maybe! I mean—I just—it’s been a weird few days, okay?”

They said nothing.

Just watched you.

And suddenly you became very aware of how close they were. How Shadow Milk’s knee pressed into yours, and how Pure Vanilla’s hand rested on the bench behind your back, thumb brushing your shoulder every so often like it belonged there.

You swallowed.

“I think I’m just… confused,” you said quietly, eyes down. “I thought I understood things. But maybe I didn’t.”

Shadow Milk leaned in, lips at your ear. “You didn’t.”

You shivered.

Pure Vanilla’s voice was soft, but firm. “You will.”

Your breath caught.

The moment lingered—three hearts in the golden hush—and you had the sudden, terrifying feeling that you were standing on the edge of something vast and dark and beautiful. Something you couldn't undo.

The sun had long dipped below the castle windows when you found yourself here—somehow, again—with them.

It wasn’t planned. Not formally. You hadn’t been summoned. But when you passed by the small candle-lit parlor and saw the door cracked open, and Pure Vanilla’s warm voice drifted out alongside Shadow Milk’s amused chuckle, your feet simply… stopped.

Your heart beat too fast.

They were waiting.

And worst of all?

Some tiny, trembling part of you didn’t want to undo it.

You didn’t sleep that night.

Not really.

You’d wandered back to your room like a ghost, your skin tingling, ears still echoing with their voices. You’d tried to busy yourself. Tried to read. To wash. To breathe.

But your mind kept drifting.

To Pure Vanilla’s fingers on your cheek. To Shadow Milk’s shadow-warm laughter. To the way they looked at you—like you were already theirs. Like you had been for a very long time.

You told yourself not to go back.

You told yourself you needed space. Clarity.

But your feet disobeyed.

You walked without knowing where you were headed—down familiar halls, past flickering sconces, heart knocking hard against your ribs. You paused at the door, fingers trembling just above the handle.

There was no note. No invitation.

But it was open.

A crack.

An invitation in silence.

You stepped in before you could convince yourself otherwise.

The room was quiet, cozy. A low fire. Pillows arranged across a velvet couch. A tray of fruit and honeyed bread untouched on the table. Shadow Milk Cookie lay sprawled out like a cat in the corner cushions, one leg crossed, fingers idly twirling the stem of a wine glass. Pure Vanilla sat with his hands folded, gazing into the fire like he’d been meditating.

They both looked up when you entered.

And smiled.

“Evening, little one,” Pure Vanilla said gently, patting the seat beside him.

“Didn’t expect you,” Shadow Milk hummed. “Didn’t not expect you, either.”

“I—I was just walking by…” you mumbled, clutching your sleeves. “Didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Oh, but you’re not intruding.” Pure Vanilla’s voice was low, rich. “We were just talking about you.”

That did not help.

You awkwardly perched beside him, trying not to notice how Shadow Milk sat up a little straighter, his eyes locked onto you like a wolf eyeing dessert.

“Me?” you squeaked.

“Mhm.” Shadow Milk offered a crooked smile. “Our darling little matchmaker who seems to have given up her mission.”

Your cheeks burned.

“I just… figured I’d let things happen naturally,” you mumbled. “I was probably overstepping before.”

“Oh, but you were so adorable while doing it,” he purred, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee. “Playing Cupid. Thinking we were tangled up in each other. How precious.”

You shrank.

Pure Vanilla’s hand settled on your lower back. His thumb rubbed slow, grounding circles.

“You still believe that?” he asked softly. “That we’re meant for one another?”

You hesitated. “I… I don’t know.”

“Hm.” Shadow Milk leaned closer. “Then perhaps it’s time we clarify.”

You blinked. “Clarify what?”

Neither of them answered right away. Instead, Pure Vanilla gently took your hand—warm, soft, reverent—and brought it to his lips. He kissed your knuckles, slow and careful, eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart stuttered.

“I…” you started, unsure what you were about to say.

Shadow Milk shifted in beside you now, trapping you between them. His fingers played with a strand of your hair, twirling it lazily.

“You smell nervous,” he teased, voice dark and low.

“I’m not—!” you squeaked, but your voice betrayed you.

He laughed. “Liar.”

Then his hand trailed under your chin, tilting your face toward him—so close you could see the flicker of shadows in his eyes.

“You’re blushing,” Pure Vanilla murmured, still holding your hand.

“I’m not—!!” You tried to pull away, but neither held you down. They didn’t need to.

They had you already.

Shadow Milk leaned in and kissed your cheek. Slowly. Softly. His lips lingered just a moment too long.

You stopped breathing.

Then Pure Vanilla kissed your other cheek. Delicate. Holy. Like a blessing meant only for you.

And you melted between them.

“I—what is this—” your voice was barely a breath.

“A beginning,” Pure Vanilla said simply.

“Our beginning,” Shadow Milk added, brushing his nose along your jaw, smug and lazy. “You thought you were orchestrating a romance…”

“…But you were the one being pursued all along,” Pure Vanilla finished.

You trembled, wide-eyed, lips parted.

“W-Why didn’t you say something before?”

Shadow Milk laughed, low and rich. “We did. You were just too busy playing matchmaker to notice.”

You wanted to argue—but then his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was hot and slow and possessive. His hand cupped your cheek as his thumb pressed just under your eye. Your gasp disappeared into him.

When he pulled away, you were breathless—too stunned to move—and then Pure Vanilla’s lips took his place.

He was softer. Slower. He kissed you like a lullaby, like you were made of spun sugar and he couldn’t bear to shatter you. But underneath that gentleness was something hungry. Something claiming.

By the time they pulled back, you were dazed. Drenched in warmth. Knees weak and body trembling.

You looked between them, mouth open, voice shaking: “You… you kissed me…”

Shadow Milk’s grin curled sharp and devilish. “She’s catching on.”

Pure Vanilla just smiled, smoothing a hand over your thigh like it had always belonged there. “You still think we’re in love with each other?”

“…N-No.”

“Good,” they said together.

And you didn’t notice it then—but your matchmaking days were already over.

The room was quiet now.

Not the cozy parlor from before, no—this was deeper inside the castle. Warmer. Dimmer. Lit with low flames and sweet-scented incense curling through the air like silken fog.

You weren’t sure how you got here.

One moment, you were still dazed from their kisses. The next… you were walking. Guided gently by Pure Vanilla’s hand, Shadow Milk close behind you, his palm pressed to your lower back.

You told yourself you could leave. That they hadn’t forced you.

But the door shut behind you, and neither of them asked for permission.

They didn’t need to.

Because your legs didn’t turn around.

The chamber was rich and low-lit, velvet curtains drawn, shadows draped like lovers across the walls. You stood there awkwardly, still trying to catch your breath.

Shadow Milk’s voice was the first to break the silence.

“Well?” he drawled. “Will you pretend again, pet? Or do we finally have your attention?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it again.

Because you didn’t know what to say.

Because your heart was pounding and your thighs were pressed too tight and you were suddenly so aware of your clothes. Of the heat beneath them.

Of the way Pure Vanilla was watching you like he already knew what you'd look like underneath.

He stepped closer, slow and calm, reaching for your hand again.

“Come here,” he murmured. “Please.”

You let him pull you forward.

You didn’t protest when Shadow Milk came to your other side, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers, eyes half-lidded and dangerous.

“You’re too dressed,” he murmured. “That won’t do.”

You squeaked. “W-What?!”

“You didn’t think we’d worship you through your clothes, did you?” Shadow Milk purred, leaning close enough for his lips to graze your ear. “Mm… no, little dove. If you’re going to be the center of our world, we want to see you. All of you.”

Your breath caught as Pure Vanilla’s hand rose to your collar.

“I won’t tear anything,” he promised gently. “I’ll go slow.”

He did.

His fingers moved with holy reverence, undoing your fastenings one by one. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His knuckles brushed your throat, your collarbone, your chest—and your skin prickled with every ghost of contact.

Behind you, Shadow Milk dragged his hands down your arms, pushing your sleeves off your shoulders with a slow exhale. “Shivering already… are you cold, or just excited?” he teased.

You couldn’t answer.

Your gown slipped down your arms. Pure Vanilla helped it off your body like unwrapping a ribboned gift, folding it neatly aside—too neat, like it was a ritual.

Left in your shift, you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself.

But they weren’t having that.

Shadow Milk clicked his tongue. “No hiding.”

Pure Vanilla’s fingers slid beneath the hem of your shift. “Let us show you,” he whispered.

And before you could respond, they lifted it off—together. Two pairs of hands, smooth and deliberate, dragging the sheer fabric over your hips, your chest, your head. Exposing you inch by inch. Not with violence. With devotion.

You gasped softly, arms twitching to cover yourself again.

But then Shadow Milk was behind you, his bare hand sliding up your waist, hot and firm.

And Pure Vanilla… was kneeling in front of you now, eyes level with your thighs, his gaze reverent.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

“And finally ours,” Shadow Milk whispered into your hair.

They guided you to the bed, laying you across the plush sheets like something sacred.

Shadow Milk’s mouth was everywhere first—neck, shoulders, chest—pressing kisses that burned. His hands squeezed your thighs open like he had every right.

Pure Vanilla took your hand and kissed each fingertip, murmuring low praises between each one.

“So patient,” he said softly. “So good for us.”

You whimpered. “I—I don’t know what to do—”

Shadow Milk’s laugh rumbled against your skin. “Don’t worry, pet. You just lay there and learn.”

He dipped down.

And then his mouth was on you.

You cried out, hips jerking—but Pure Vanilla was already there, soothing your trembling body with steady hands, whispering, “Breathe. Breathe, darling. Let him love you.”

And love you, he did.

His tongue was merciless—flicking, curling, tasting every inch. Shadow Milk moaned like he was the one being ruined. “You’re so sweet, sweetheart,” he crooned. “No wonder we fought so hard to have you.”

You were already falling apart—and they hadn’t even fucked you yet.

You were already soaked.

Breathless, body humming, lips kissed swollen, thighs sticky with arousal from Shadow Milk’s relentless mouth. Your hands had curled tight into the sheets, and your voice—shaky and sweet—had been reduced to soft gasps and whimpers.

But they weren’t done.

Not even close.

“She's ready,” Shadow Milk murmured, licking his lips, gaze still fixed between your legs. “She wants it now.”

You let out a soft noise—half denial, half plea.

“Oh?” Pure Vanilla’s voice was calm, but cool. “You seem awfully eager.”

Shadow Milk turned his head, eyes glinting. “Jealous, your Grace?”

“I’m simply observing,” Pure Vanilla replied smoothly, brushing his thumb over your trembling stomach. “You’re always so quick to rush. She deserves more than that.”

“I took my time,” Shadow Milk huffed, crossing his arms like an offended cat. “I prepped her. I primed her.”

You blinked, dazed, still halfway to heaven. “W-Wait—what are you—”

“She needs to be entered slowly,” Pure Vanilla said, voice gentle as his hand slid lower. “She’s sensitive.”

“I know she’s sensitive,” Shadow Milk snapped, eyes narrowing. “I’ve tasted how sensitive. Which is exactly why I should go first.”

“She trusts me.”

“She likes it rough.”

“She needs to be held.”

“She needs to be wrecked.”

You stared at them, wide-eyed, caught between two ancient cookies arguing over your body like it was a priceless treasure at auction.

“…Are you two seriously fighting over this right now?” you asked, voice small.

They both turned to you—then back to each other.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Shadow Milk offered with a smirk.

“This is not a game,” Pure Vanilla said sternly. “This is our beloved’s first time.”

“…I call best of three.”

“You are insufferable.”

And then, somehow, in the candlelit glow of the most erotic moment of your entire life, you watched an ancient priest and a half-mad jester play a round of silent, deadly intense rock-paper-scissors over who got to fuck you first.

Shadow Milk won.

He grinned like the devil.

“Strip,” he said.

You blinked. “I’m already—”

“Him,” he clarified, jerking a thumb toward Pure Vanilla.

“Absolutely not,” Pure Vanilla replied calmly, undoing his robe anyway.

It didn’t matter who won.

Because soon, Shadow Milk Cookie was guiding you onto his lap, chest to chest, eyes glowing with hungry delight. You hovered above him, body slick and trembling, thighs spread wide with Pure Vanilla’s hands bracing your hips from behind.

“Deep breath, sweetheart,” Shadow Milk purred. “We’ll take good care of you.”

And then he slid in.

Slow.

Thick.

Deep.

You cried out, full in an instant, stretched so wide your eyes rolled.

“Ohhh, fuck,” he moaned, hands digging into your waist. “So tight. So warm. You were made for this—made for us.”

Pure Vanilla kissed your shoulder. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “You’re doing so well.”

You clung to Shadow Milk’s shoulders, sobbing softly as he rocked up into you, gentle at first—but only just.

“Move,” he growled.

And Pure Vanilla did—bracing your hips, helping you ride him.

You didn’t stand a chance.

They worshipped you. Touched you like a prayer. Praised you with every breath. Every time your voice cracked, Shadow Milk’s grin deepened. Every time your body jolted, Pure Vanilla kissed your hair and whispered, “That’s it, darling. That’s it.”

When you came, it was with a scream—loud and raw and shattering.

And Shadow Milk came with a curse and a growl, filling you so deep you felt it in your ribs.

You collapsed against him—but they weren’t done.

Because Pure Vanilla was already lifting you up. Not even turning you around. Lowering you onto his lap now.

And his voice, so calm before, now trembled with hunger:

“My turn.”

Wincing, you were shaking.

Even now, even after everything—your body ruined and stretched and still clenching from Shadow Milk’s release—you were shaking.

Because now it was Pure Vanilla behind you.

You were in his lap, thighs spread wide, back pressed to his chest, his arms holding you so tightly, so tenderly, it almost didn’t feel real. His voice was at your ear, calm and warm and low, and it made your skin prickle worse than any teasing Shadow Milk had ever done.

You felt his cock—heavy, thick, achingly hard—pressed against the slick mess between your legs.

And he hadn’t moved yet.

He was just holding you there.

Letting you feel it.

Letting you sit there and realize what was about to happen.

'They’re going to ruin me.'

The thought came unbidden, but it was true. They already had.

'I should stop this.' 'I should say something.' 'I should—'

His lips brushed your ear.

“You’re quiet,” he whispered.

You couldn’t answer. You were panting softly, chest rising and falling, your hands shaking where they rested on your thighs.

His hands covered yours.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

You opened your mouth.

You should’ve said yes.

Instead, you whimpered, “I don’t know…”

He kissed your shoulder, so softly it almost didn’t register. His arms wrapped around your middle, palms warm against your trembling stomach.

“Then let me help you understand.”

And with that—

He pressed in.

You arched with a gasp, the stretch too much too soon—but he was slow. So slow. Like he was afraid you’d disappear if he rushed. His cock pushed into you inch by inch, thick and pulsing, your body still sensitive and aching but so ready, so desperate it made you want to sob.

You clutched at his arms. “P-Pure Vanilla—”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know, sweetheart. It’s a lot. You’re doing so well.”

You couldn’t stop shaking. Your thighs trembled as you tried to sit up, to ease the pressure, but he just pulled you back tighter against his chest.

“Don’t run,” he murmured. “Just feel me.”

His hips rolled up into you, slow and deliberate, burying himself all the way to the hilt.

You cried out—loud and high, your back arching helplessly against him.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he said against your neck. “Of being inside you like this. Holding you. Filling you.”

You whimpered, grinding down unconsciously. “It’s too much—”

“But you’re taking it,” he breathed. “So beautifully.”

His hand slid lower—brushed your clit. You jolted.

“Still so sensitive,” he whispered.

“I c-can’t—”

“You can. You are.”

Your thoughts were a blur now.

'He’s so deep.' 'He’s shaking too.' 'He’s not calm. He’s not soft. He’s—'

He bit your shoulder.

Not hard. But enough to make you freeze.

“You don’t even realize what you do to us,” he said, voice cracked now. “You walk into our lives. You smile. You try to pair us off like characters in one of your silly stories. And all the while, you’re the one we want.”

Your breath hitched.

'I didn’t know, I didn’t—'

“You never asked,” he said, as if he heard you. “You never looked. But we were always there. Watching. Wanting. Waiting.”

His pace quickened, grinding you down onto his cock, your cunt clenching again, your body too weak to resist it anymore.

“Tell me you feel it,” he said. “Tell me you know it now.”

You sobbed. “I do—I do—I feel everything—”

He moaned, soft and broken, fucking up into you with so much need it nearly undid you again.

“And you’ll remember this,” he whispered, lips pressed to your ear. “Every time you close your legs, every time you think about running—you’ll remember this stretch. This fullness.”

Your head lolled forward, chest heaving as Pure Vanilla rutted up into you, slow but relentless, his cock hitting so deep it made your toes curl.

You could barely see past your tears. But when your blurry gaze landed on the edge of the bed—there he was.

Shadow Milk Cookie.

Lying on his side, one hand bracing his head, the other lazily dragging across his chest. Just watching you. Watching your mouth tremble. Watching the way your body jolted every time Pure Vanilla bottomed out.

He looked positively delighted.

“Well, well…” he murmured, voice syrup-slick. “You really are adorable like this, pet. All breathless and swollen and stuffed full of love.”

Your cheeks burned. You tried to look away.

But you couldn’t.

Because Pure Vanilla kept you there—his hand on your throat now, holding your head steady so you had to face Shadow Milk as he taunted you.

“Eyes on him,” Pure Vanilla whispered. “Let him see how good I’m making you feel.”

Your lips parted in a soft sob.

Shadow Milk’s grin widened.

“Aw, look at her,” he purred. “Getting fucked like a prayer and still so sweet. So polite. Aren’t you tired of being good, little matchmaker?”

You whimpered. He sat up slowly.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” he cooed, now kneeling in front of you. “I can see it in your face.”

You barely nodded.

He laughed, dark and low. “Of course you do. You poor thing.”

Then he dropped to his knees between your legs.

Your breath hitched. “W-What—?”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” he said, grinning up at you. “Just wanted a closer look.”

And then—

He dipped forward and licked you.

Right where you were stretched around Pure Vanilla’s cock. Right where you were leaking, throbbing, desperate.

You screamed.

“Sh-Shadow Milk—!!”

Pure Vanilla moaned against your neck. “Be still. Let him help.”

Shadow Milk groaned into your cunt, tongue curling under the slick ring where you were stuffed full, flicking and lapping with obscene, greedy hunger.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to let cool air touch your soaking core. “You’re dripping down him. So fucking good like this. I can taste both of us.”

Your thighs trembled violently. You tried to twist away, overwhelmed—

But Pure Vanilla held your hips steady and thrust up—hard and deep, forcing your body forward into Shadow Milk’s mouth again.

You screamed again, higher, broken.

“Now, now,” Shadow Milk chuckled between licks. “Don’t be shy.”

He flicked your clit with his tongue and you jerked, nearly convulsing.

“Sh-Slow—can’t—”

“You can,” Pure Vanilla whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. “You’re ours. You’ll take all of it.” You were shaking again.

Every part of your body felt raw—used and trembling and so close to breaking, but not allowed to fall. Not yet. Not while Pure Vanilla was still pulsing inside you. Not while Shadow Milk was still down between your thighs, mouthing off between licks like he wasn’t already drowning in your slick.

“Fuck, look at you,” he chuckled against your pussy, tongue flicking lazily at your entrance, lips brushing Pure Vanilla’s cock with every motion. “Mewling like a little whore. Bet you’d let the whole court watch if we asked.”

You gasped, blinking down at him through dazed, teary eyes. “S-Shadow Milk—”

“Oh, hush, sweetheart,” he purred. “Don’t act shy now. You’re already ruined. Might as well admit you love being our toy—”

“She is not a toy,” Pure Vanilla said, voice like ice.

Shadow Milk licked a fat, lazy stripe up your slit, eyes glittering as he stared up at you. “She doesn’t seem to mind.”

Your thighs trembled. “W-Wait—don’t f-fight—”

“Oh, we’re not fighting,” Shadow Milk said smugly. “He just hates that I make you scream louder—”

And that was when Pure Vanilla’s hand shot forward.

No warning. No patience. Just a sharp grip into Shadow Milk’s silky hair from behind—and shoved his mouth down.

Hard.

Directly onto your clit.

You shrieked.

Shadow Milk groaned—startled, then delighted—his mouth completely engulfing your swollen, overstimulated bud, tongue circling viciously now as Pure Vanilla held him there.

“Do your job,” Pure Vanilla growled above you, his thrusts never faltering, his cock grinding up into your most sensitive places. “Since you’re so eager to talk, let’s see how well you listen.”

You screamed.

Your back arched violently, hips jerking forward as Shadow Milk’s tongue flattened and sucked around your clit, loud and obscene, while Pure Vanilla rutted up into you from behind like he was claiming a throne.

“P-Please—!! I— I c-can’t—!!”

“You will,” Pure Vanilla said, voice shaking now, feral and low. “You will.”

Shadow Milk moaned into you like a man starved, hands sliding up to hold your thighs open wider. His lips sealed around your clit, tongue flicking and pressing while Pure Vanilla thrust deep one final time—

And you snapped.

Your vision went white.

Your scream was primal.

You squirted—hard—gushing helplessly, soaking Shadow Milk’s face, your thighs, Pure Vanilla’s lap. Your body jerked uncontrollably, mouth open in a silent cry as the orgasm tore through you like lightning.

And they just held you.

Shadow Milk licked through it—moaning, messy, like he was drinking in your soul.

Pure Vanilla wrapped both arms around your middle, cock twitching deep inside you, chest trembling as he whispered, “That’s it, darling. Let it go. All of it. Let us have it.”

You collapsed.

Ruined.

Wrecked.

Soaked and sobbing and twitching, unable to move.

And when Shadow Milk finally pulled back, face shiny with release and pride, he just grinned up at you.

“See?” he purred, licking your juices off his lips. “You’re ours. All over again.” ...

You didn’t remember falling asleep.

You just knew you were warm.

Heavy, fuzzy warmth that wrapped around you like the weight of velvet sheets, sunlight, and dream-thick honey. Your body ached in that syrupy, good way—every muscle soft, every inch of skin tingling with the memory of touch. Of teeth. Of love.

You blinked slowly.

The room was golden now. Lit by the earliest morning light bleeding through gauzy curtains. The sheets beneath you smelled like lavender and heat.

And you couldn’t move.

Not because you were restrained.

But because they were still holding you.

Pure Vanilla cradled your upper body against his chest, one arm tucked beneath your back, the other gently stroking through your hair. His robe had been draped over both of you like a blanket. His cheek rested against your forehead, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your ear.

Shadow Milk lay at your front, tangled around your legs like a sleepy jungle cat. His head rested on your thigh, one arm slung lazily across your waist, thumb absentmindedly tracing patterns into your belly.

You blinked again.

“…Morning,” you croaked, voice barely there.

Pure Vanilla smiled above you, humming softly. “Good morning, sweet one.”

Shadow Milk cracked an eye open and grinned. “Still alive? Miraculous.”

You flushed, turning your face into Pure Vanilla’s chest with a whimper.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you mumbled.

“Mm. Yes.” Shadow Milk stretched, unashamedly smug. “That tends to happen when you’re made a temple.”

“Shh,” Pure Vanilla murmured, kissing your temple. “Don’t tease her.”

“She likes it,” Shadow Milk purred. “Don’t you, pet?”

You didn’t answer.

Mostly because your thighs twitched just from remembering.

“I brought water,” Pure Vanilla said softly, reaching behind him for a small crystal goblet. He lifted it to your lips and tilted it carefully. “Small sips.”

You obeyed. It tasted sweet. Cold.

Then something soft brushed your lips.

You blinked.

Shadow Milk was holding out a plump grape between two fingers, smirking.

“Open wide,” he said.

You gave him a tired glare. “I’m not a baby.”

“You’re ours,” he countered. “Close enough.”

You huffed—but opened your mouth anyway. He popped the grape between your lips with a pleased hum and leaned forward to lick the juice that escaped.

Pure Vanilla chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. “You were perfect.”

“…You guys are insane,” you muttered, cheeks still flushed.

“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” Shadow Milk murmured.

“Or the four times you came,” Pure Vanilla added delicately.

You squeaked and buried your face again.

They both chuckled.

Eventually, you tried to move.

Tried to sit up.

Tried to leave.

Their arms did not loosen.

“Where are you going?” Pure Vanilla asked softly, chin still resting on your head.

“Nowhere,” you whispered, cheeks hot.

Shadow Milk yawned into your chest. “Good answer.”

Their hands tightened around you.

Possessive.

Gentle.

Unmovable.

That morning, they fed you.

They cleaned you.

They praised you until your skin prickled and you cried again—quiet little tears of overwhelm and softness.

They dressed you slowly, but never let go completely.

And later, when you finally, finally managed to ask, “Are we… really together now?”—

Pure Vanilla only smiled and pressed his forehead to yours.

And Shadow Milk whispered, “Oh, darling…”

"Have you forgotten me, my dear?" The curtain of curls parted and the haze cleared enough to feel like you could see, following them to their source was the pale, beautified face of Eternal Sugar Cookie, her eyes sugarcoated in a glaze of sweetest bliss. Her smile was so gentle, one might not even notice the fang that dared to peek out of her cheek as her lazy smile reached higher.

You shook your head no, you hadn't. It was hard to forget the woman who had nearly smothered you in jam. … Wait a minute- the jam… They had been fighting against a flood of jam hadn't they? Yourself… Raspberry Cookie… Wildberry Cookie… Tiger Lily Cookie-- where had they gone--

You tried to sit up, but a firm hand pushed you back down again, the shocking allowing you enough clarity to finally realize your position… Lounged across such warmth-laden petals of a flower larger than any you had ever seen, surely big enough to hold a dozen cookies in its petal with ease. The trees bent over above as to be an endless bouquet of delights eager to reach down with the slightest beacon of want, the flowers dripped sweetly scented nectar and the berries swollen on branches that shouldn't be able to hold their weight… It was excessive.

Eternal Sugar was curled at your side, leaned up above and lounging as her wings and curls curtained your line of sight. Her dainty hands were ones of force, refusing you a single bit of movement upward. Her draperies lounged about her but barely covered much of note, her butterfly like wings glimmering with sugar crystals.

You didn't understand, she had bird wings before had she not? You remembered that much, you had remembered before she had revealed herself she had draped one over your shoulder as she led you to a separate area of the mulled juice baths, a grotto where one could longue as the willows above wrapped around you like a shield. Or like a curtain. Much like her now, had she been hiding something… You remember how soft they had been, how it had nearly lulled you to sleep standing up after all of the fights you had powered through for the sake of Hollyberry and the others… how long had that walk been?

You tried to rise again, and once again Eternal Sugar stopped you, seeming to pout and lean forward. Her weight upon your frame was more than you could hold, your body felt as if it had been incased in jelly as she used her own weight to smother you into the petals below. Her pout tugged at your heart as she leaned her head into the crook of your neck, the hand that had prevented you from sitting up now moved in circles on your chest, almost annoyed as it flicked at the icing garments you had come into the garden with. Her eyes never leaving yours for a moment, not even a breath.

"You say you haven't, but the turmoil in your eyes has returned…" She frowned. "You poor thing!"

You couldn't tell if her tone was one of genuine concern, or almost a mocking conceit.

"Your poor heart aches, I feel your pain…" Her hand upon your chest raised up and under your jawline, raising your eyes to meet hers. Her eyes sparkled with something, you couldn't tell what specifically- those glazed eyes that shined with… was it anger? frustration? admiration? curiosity? Something clearly bothered her, and before you could even register an uncharacteristic swiftness took your lips into her own. That sweet scent… it infected your every breath, before even breathing became impossible as the beast cookie seemed to be trying to smother you entirely. The haze returned to your mind as she pulled away, you felt so dizzy and eagerly took in gasps of air, no matter how much it felt like it numbed every part of you, there was a blurriness that overtook your vision again, the trees and their berries began to blend together again, to the point where only she was clear in your vision.

"There we are~ be content my love~ you need a moment of rest!" She ran her hands through your hair, running her nails along your scalp as her gaze seemed to almost be picking you apart for any sign of resistance, only content to relax if she saw not a single fragment remaining. Before her inspection could be completed however, the haze parted, the world seemed to crack as a familiar laugh echoed from somewhere nearby. Eternal Sugar Cookie let out something of a blend of an adorable excited squeak and a startled enamored gasp as she immediately took to her wings, gliding away and freeing you from this feeling of smothered tension.

You were finally able to rise, and look around you, though there was not much to see. The trees from above circled around this central space, with nooks and crannies inside the notches filled with different things; sweet treats, cute toys, pieces of board games-- one trees trunk was hallow it seemed and its base was carved into a basin filled with a never-ending stream of strong scented juice. The kind that…

"I'm sorry for being late, I had to take care of some intruders in the garden, is everything alright?"

"Oh my dear, you protect our garden so well! Thank you for everything you do, but you mustn't work yourself so hard!"

The next parts of their discussion began to fade as you stared in disbelief. There she was, the woman you had been looking for. Seeing her face, it all came rushing back to you. The garden, how you had been trying to find her after Holly had suddenly been taken to the heart of the garden… How you all had attempted to leave, entrusting the others to save Holly while you tried to assist in evacuating the berry citizens who had been in a panic as jam had began to flood the garden… You had ran to try and find reinforcements or aid when the arrow had pierced your chest- and after that…

Yes right, the garden. You had found the keeper of the garden-- no Eternal Sugar Cookie. Where had she taken you? You had tried to ask for the others whereabouts, the comfort of her wings dazing you until you had noticed them rise up enough to cover what you saw- Wildberry Cookie trapped in a jar of jam, deep in sleep. You had tried to pry an explanation out of her, of what had happened to your friends- what had happened to Holly- the jam had clung to your ankles every step you had tried to get away from her, refusing to give you enough ground to pull away as Eternal Sugar had moved closer and closer, as the haze had grown thicker and thicker…

"What is it that you're thinking about?"

You let out a surprised sound, something like a shout as you realized that this.. "Hollyberry" was naught a breath from you, leaned over as her berried braids dangled over your sitting figure. She was… beautiful in a way you almost despised. It was clear the cloth she worn was made with her exact assets in mind and refused to let a single part of her beauty and physique be forgotten.

You made an effort to stand, despite your legs barely even flexing when you tried, how long had you been laying down that your body had become this numb? This seemed to startle the warrior in front of you, moving to scoop part of you up under her strong arm, helping to raise you to your feet.

"You startled me there, rising so fast! You must be more careful, my friend! You're still recovering." She laughed, patting your back hard with her firm hand. Holly had always struggled knowing her own strength, her hands always firm and rough, but the intention of gentleness was still there.

"My other half, what are you doing?" Eternal Sugar Cookie rushed over, almost seeming distressed and you being up at all, let along now to your still albeit wobbly- feet.

"Oh!" Holly seemed to light up with recognition, glancing over to you as you leaned onto her for support while your legs remembered how to support themselves. "Simply helping them to their feet, that's all. Surely they must be uncomfortable in this torn clothes. I'm sure a bath and something new would do them good, no?"

She winked to you, almost playfully. You didn't need a bath, you needed to figure out what had gotten into Holly, where you were, and where the jars were. Eternal Sugar cookies eyes boor into yours as if she could see what you were thinking, making your crumbs stand on end. Her eyes lacked their usual softness, and her gaze seemed dark. Then, she blinked, and that mask was seemingly gone- or perhaps she had covered it up with a new mask of pure sugar syrup.

"What a wonderful idea, my beloved other half! I was just thinking the same thing!" She most definitely was not. "Allow me to get one of my clouds."

"No need, I do not mind supporting them as we go." Holly replied. "Besides, you have had your time close to them, surely you do not mind I take a turn?"

They almost seemed to tease one another which confused you even more. You looked between the two in disbelief but either the two didn't notice your staring, or they didn't care. Holly's movement were as swift as they always were, you barely even registered you were in the baths until you felt Eternal Sugars hand tug at your clothes for the second time today. You pulled away, your legs a bit more awake and able to move. Holly's brow scrunched in confusion.

"What's the matter?" She asked, sincerely. "Do you not want help with them?"

You told her that you didn't want a bath, and she seemed taken aback. She looked to Eternal Sugar Cookie with a confused, almost dejected expression, and the Beast pouted at you, reaching down and rubbing and smudging your cheeks with her thumbs.

"Oh you poor thing! You must have had such a terrible nightmare while resting, how could I not have noticed." You were even more confused than before. The "angel" without any resistance lifted you into her arms and spun you about the gaudily decorated and overgrown space. The warm air and sugared scent blended with the spinning made you dizzy, as her eyes stared into yours, that glaze had returned and almost seemed to swirl until she finally put you down again, feet into the water… Wait, where had your shoes gone?

Her arms came up over your shoulders, rubbing and pressing into your strained and aching muscles, the tingly feeling that had come from your seemingly long sleep being worn away by every movement of her hands. That warm scent of sugar once again filled your nose, the dizzy almost sick feeling returning with a vice like grip on your mind as she practically enveloped you. You felt someone sit next to you, lifting Eternal Sugar cookie's wing up and out of the way, was Hollyberry once again, in her hands two goblets that glimmered with berry juice and gold dust. Floating on top of the drinks was a blooming jellied flower you had never seen before. She handed you a cup, as she had done so many times before.

Her dopey smile was infectious, it was distracting. You laughed before he ever realized you had meant to.

"Come now! Raise your cup! Let us drink to this new future!"

Her glass clinked with yours and so caught up in the motions, before you had even registered you were drinking- even when you pulled you lips away the goblet seemed to never empty, and everything became so sluggish. The drink was a warm, rich berry juice, not unlike ones you two had toasted before, the texture was slightly thickened, and glimmered and swirled in a way you couldn't help but watch entranced. The gentle firm motions of Eternal Sugar had slowly ceased, before a motion to pull off your outer layers succeeded as you wobbled, clinking glasses with Holly again.

You talked of many things, unaware if time was even passing, about her son and their family, about the briar patches out the outskirts of the kingdom that had taken a week to clear away, something about… wait… where were you now?

Hazed eyes opened and you were laying across Holly's chest, she was laughing and it seemed to have woken you as her stomach shook with joy. You felt as if you were wrapped in the thinnest sugar silks, but had no energy to even lift your head. The call to sleep was so welcoming and inviting. You heard the most soft giggling as a gentle hand cupped your cheek, lifting you off Holly's support by the slightest bit.

"Good morning, my love! You must be hungry, here-"

"Say Aah~"

Before you could even react there was a press of something on your lips, just grazing your teeth caused the skin of it to burst, juice flowing out like a burst balloon as the sweetness washed through your mouth and down your throat, the numbing a pleasant sensation to every aching bone and muscle in you. Your mouth lazed open, letting her continue to feed you the fizzling berries, sparing some for herself and her lover who seemed content as you lounged across her chest. She let one hand play with your hair as her other hand was soon filled by Eternal Sugar placing another filled goblet into it, much to the woman's pleasure. She lifted your head so you could partake as well, warmth melting your mind of any thoughts you had before… you don't remember what had you so tense before.. there were surely no worries in a place like this… and why would you need to look for Holly, she was already here? You head lulled to the side again, your arms falling limp again. A small jellied flower fell out, a single bite out of one of the petals.

Eternal Sugar's smile stretched wide as she braided her lovers hair with berries and flowers as she had with her other half, enjoying watching as the two lazed the evening away. Oh how she did envy their bliss, but no longer would she need to. After all, everything was as it should be here, and she no longer needed the garden. She swept the half eaten flower away into the petals, going back to how she was before, gently dozing and tracing shapes into their clothes, now dressed in their most blinding colors.