Manti's Dirty Laundry Basket

Cleo grunted in agreement. Then, Lizzie’s body leaned closer, and they gasped when teeth, canine teeth, brushed against the meat of their neck. Warmth surrounded them, warmth they hadn’t felt in their own body since the start of this world. Lizzie still had her bra on, and it brought burning sensations to Cleo’s chest whenever she repositioned herself.

Repositioned her knee to be right against their cunt.

Cleo jerked their hips forward, seeking some sort of friction, some sort of sensation, any that Lizzie willingly gave them. Lizzie dug her nails on the fat of their sides, halting their hips as they gasped and shuddered.

“Stay still, I’m…” she trailed off before gulping. “Marks identify your faction, your allies. It’d be a shame if any sudden movement ruined them.”

Lizzie’s face was as red as Cleo’s at her words. Cleo nodded, obeying under Lizzie’s focused gaze. Their clit pulsed with need, pulsed at the thought of belonging to the Fairy Fort, of belonging to Lizzie, but it only received radiating warmth from Lizzie’s thigh still between their legs.

Only to lose it when she sat on them, her own cunt glistening and sticky. It begged to be devoured, begged to be drunk, becoming Cleo’s ambrosia. Their thoughts screeched to a halt when Lizzie’s warmth, hot, hands cupped their cheeks and turned their head to the side. She brushed her nose alongside their neck, stopping right on top of their shoulder, and grazed her teeth on their skin.

It boiled their core, and they couldn’t help but squirm under her touch. She tutted, replanting herself right on their stomach, and let her nail lightly scratch their side, creating swirling patterns. Cleo’s clit throbbed and they could do nothing but take it.

“There, just had to tame you.”

Cleo almost whimpered, but let out a groan instead, letting their head fall to the side to expose more of their skin.

“Do what needs to be done.”

Lizzie hummed, rolling her nips against their stomach, spreading her slick everywhere it touched. A glance at her face showed her cheeky smirk. Without warning, she bit Cleo’s shoulder, digging deep into their rotting flesh, not disturbed by the stench or the taste.

Cleo cried out, snapping their eyes shut as Lizzie’s saliva seeped into their skin, as it got pulled further into her mouth, as her tongue soothed the mark. At this point, Lizzie could brush a finger against their clit and they would orgasm in the spot. The sensations overwhelmed them in ways they rarely experienced, in ways they would never let others see.

Lizzie just had this alluring charm to her that made Cleo want to obey any request.

The second mark hurt just as much as the first one. Cleo gasped when they felt blood trickling down, until Lizzie licked it clean. Bleeding rarely occurred, and when it did, it was exceptional. Their body sang under each bite, and Cleo couldn’t stop themself when Lizzie’s teeth let go of the vice grip it had on their skin. Their hands latched onto her shoulders, nails digging into the skin, leaving marks of their own.

Lizzie retaliated. Her teeth sank at the base of their neck, nails dug so deep at their sides that it hurt and warned to burst their contained orgasm, and Cleo moaned as their body thrusted up, seeking that friction, seeking overwhelming sensations, seeking anything. Lizzie ground against their hips, rolling and twirling too far from their cunt to affect them.

That didn’t stop her from speeding up, panting against their neck, leaving kisses, rubbing against their stomach. Their core boiled, from their pleasure and from Lizzie’s frantic movements. Hot and sticky as she mouthed their jaw, nibbled the fat there, letting out small moans and gasps of her own.

Cleo cupped Lizzie’s cheeks, forcing her eyes into theirs, and kissed her deeply. Their hips rose in rhythm with Lizzie’s circling motions. She ground deeper when Cleo lowered their hips, making them grunt and her moan. Cleo bit her lower lip, and suddenly, Lizzie’s hips slowed down as she gasped out. Slick poured onto their stomach, marking them in ways they didn’t expect, but they didn’t let it bother them.

They showered Lizzie in kisses as she came down from her high, carding a hand in her hair, the other drill cupping her cheek. They were forever hers now, bond forged deeper than their previous alliance with Bdubs. Nothing could separate their hips from the natural glue.

“Comin’!” Gem’s voice seemed so far away while Cleo’s warmth was right there.

“Pearl,” they grunted, “I’m busy.”

Pearl simply whined, ran her hands on their thick arms tensed from their crouched posture over the table, and gently landed butterfly kisses on their neck. She smirked when Cleo shivered at her touch, because no matter how dominant and assertive they wanted to be, just a warm touch, a soft kiss, made them melt into a puddle.

Gem arrived at the scene with a puff. Pearl knew by that sound that Gem had her fists on her hips.

“Bad puppy,” she said sternly, snapping both her partners’ gaze towards her. Pearl’s pleading look almost made her stutter, but Cleo’s melting one steeled her resolve. “Bothering Cleo when they clearly don’t want to.”

Pearl tightened her grip on Cleo’s forearms, almost snarling. Instead, she hurried her face into their neck, inhaling their soft scent that screamed Cleo to her brain. Suddenly, a hand dug itself into her hair, and pulled harshly backwards. Pearl let out a sharp cry, her cunt throbbing at the sensation.

Gem’s hot breath was right on her ear, worsening the shudder that went down her groin. Cleo’s eyes pierced into hers, but Gem thrusted her hips against Pearl’s, gaining her attention immediately.

“Is my puppy disobeying me? Do I need to get the muzzle?”

Pearl shook her head, squeezing her thighs together when the heat coiling in her lower stomach started to boil. Gem huffed a chuckle and snapped her eyes to a dazed Cleo.

“What do you think, Cleo? Should I put it on its knees and learn to stay down?”

Cleo hummed, closing their eyes, and a smirk appeared on their lips. Pearl almost moaned at their reaction.

“It barely did anything. Look at it, it’s just begging to eat us out.”

Pearl nodded fervently, ass rubbing against Gem as whines escaped her throat. Gem only laughed.

“So desperate already? What a bad, needy mutt.”

She threw Pearl on the ground, forcing her to kneel as she shoved her head between Gem’s legs.

“If you can turn me on with just your tongue, I might let you pleasure Cleo properly.”