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Ticket Taker

Ticket Taker was the most experienced in this matter in the circus. So he noticed the signs a few days in advance. And of course, he was well-prepared— anything essential was in place. He didn’t panic or worry about it at all, he’s just waited patiently for it to happen.

For him, it was like an illness that recurred periodically, annoying and incurable.

His body felt weak and feverish; he sweated ceaselessly, and the part he loathed most of all— the demonic overflowing lust.

It rendered him unable to focus on his work; it encroached upon his logic and reason, leaving him feeling he had lost control over himself.

And that might be the reason he asking Jester for something illogical…You. As his helper to this matter by having particular sessions together. It is unfortunate that you were not very cooperative; consequently, an aphrodisiac had to be administered to you.

With feeble strength, you scraped at your shirt in sheer discomfort—like a cat with blunted claws. Your skin flushed crimson from the heat burning within; you rubbed your legs back and forth restlessly, shedding tears until pillow was soaked.

Ticket Taker almost feels sorry for you, almost.

He has to admit…seeing you begging helplessly like this was such a good view.

Poor thing, you shouldn’t caught his attention at all. Truly is a misfortune to be picked to dance with a monster.

But it’s not like he allowed you to run.

He slowly peeled away your clothes, piece by piece, until you were left wearing nothing but your lingerie. Your hands—desperately attempting to shield your skin with the last vestiges of your fading consciousness—were admirable; yet, at the very same time, they made you look even more utterly ravishable.

He scoops your leg up, place a gentle kiss on your thigh. Then bite it.

And just as he expected…his bite mark suited very you well.

He rubbed his bulging crotch against your wet underwear, his gloved hands gripping your hips so you couldn't escape from him. Ticket Taker rotated his waist, pushing you deeper. The friction of the clothes against your skin, the palpable intimacy, the heat radiating from your genitals—it was a wonderful sensation.

So wonderful he felt like he’s drowning in it.

He uses his teeth to pull off one glove before reaching into your underwear with that hand. He circles his fingertips around your lips before inserting his finger in your hole.

Compared to others in the circus, his claws are rather dull, so if he's careful, he won't hurt you.

He feels your wall squeeze him desperately as he add more fingers. One more, one more, and one more. Until fourth of his fingers went in your vagina. He pulls it out, licking the sweet taste of your pussy on his fingers. A perfect dessert.

Ticket Taker unzipped his pants, felt a bit relieved to finally let himself loose. Then he separate your legs, leans in to close the distance and whisper in your ears. “Tell me what to you want me to do to you, dear visitor.”

His voice was hoarse and enticing, like a demon temping human to do sins. His shadow covering your body like you about to be devoured by his darkness. You struggled to open your mouth, the word struck in your throat. Ticket Taker waiting for your response, tries to kept his mask on but the burning desire getting harder to endure.

“Please…”

you speak faintly. And that’s all he needs.

Thanks to good preparation, he can easily slip inside you. Satisfied that your warm pussy welcomed him very well. He sigh happily for finally be able to release his emotions, almost laughing.

This is great…he should do it with you more often.

His movements were so fluid it reminded you of your blue dildo back home. One that you often sit on after a tiring day. It was the touch that felt too familiar— even similar in size and shape. The difference is that the one plumping you now is real. And it felt so so much better.

Your bodies are in incredible harmony. It's all too good, he generously treats you with his cock. The sound of his heavy breathing in your ear tickled you. He twisted his waist intently, feeling as if every movement caused his thoughts to fade away…dissolved from the brain.

But Ticket Taker didn't hate it.

However, he suddenly lifted you up, causing his cock to slip deeper into you than before. He carried you to a stop in front of a large mirror. Where you can clearly see your condition. Your hair is messy and eyes are watery—as if your consciousness is about to float away. The floor was stained from the water dripping from your pussy. The sight so clear you’re ashamed of yourself.

A soft chuckle was earned from a man right behind you. He snapped his finger one time and a shadow lurking appeared inside the mirror, you feel like you being touched by some invisible hand. It’s cold like someone rubbing an ice on your skin sending a goosebumps through your body. You shaking harder as Ticket Taker starts thrusting your pussy again.

He pressed you on the cold glass of the mirror, a dark hand on the other grabbed your neck to leans for a kiss. Playing with your tongue while you struggled to breathe.

Ticket Taker tightened his grip as he moving faster when he felt close then slap hard thrust into you pushing as deep as he could. He then grabbed your face, turning it to kiss him, rather than his reflection in the mirror. He made you swallow his saliva as he released his hot cum inside you. A long passionate kiss…then finally let go of your mouth to allowing you to breathe again.

Both of you trembling from the pleasure echoing in your spine. Ticket Taker didn’t let go you, he still grip your hip firmly— not even when he’s shaking from the satisfaction of climax and fulfill your womb.

Your eyelids feel heavy with exhaustion. But the hardened cock in your vagina drag you back to reality.

“I’m sorry to inform you that we were far from the end of the session, dear visiter.”

He will take the very best care of you tonight. Because, after all, since you have received a blue ticket, you ought to make the most of it. Don’t you agree?

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Note: finally ending TT chapter! I might correct the story later but I was satisfied with the result now. I’m trying to make it less word and more porn, don’t know if I captured it right.

And I’m apologies for not tagging rape probably in jester last part. I didn’t know some that censor the word rape with r@pe with slip some people censored content who doesn’t want to read it. I’ll be careful with it from now on. I still learning this platform system so if I did anything wrong I hope you told me nicely and politely. And please heed the warning of the content before reading.