pretty girl ᵃᵛᵉ

REIGN S01E19 • Toy Soldiers

her daddy was an expert at turning scripture into dollar signs, his flock was large and while edith couldn't understand why this community was upsetting him so much she was powerless to do anything but show up with a story dipped in truth but laced with lies. every time she found herself in the presence of noah her heart kicked up, painful thuds inside her chest that made her palms sweat. yet she was close, could almost taste the insides of this group and along the way had found herself aching for it — for acceptance, praise. "um, okay", a thick swallow precedes her hazel hues widening as his hand delves between her thighs. now her heart isn't the only thing thudding inside her, questioning gaze focusing on him as a quiet gasp slips from parted lips. "your ... your seed?" she's only opened herself up for one other person before, a boy from her congregation that been all hands and disappointment. the urge to become one of them battles against her anxieties, legs already spreading as teeth scrape across her bottom lip. "i want to complete the assignment, sir. i've just ... will it hurt?" the first time it had burned, a discomfort that would have been washed away by pleasure, if she hadn't faked it.

there were ways in which his organization operated that fell into categories of faith and of business. noah believed he was the savior for many a-people in this community. the community that sought his guidance and wisdom out, and also paid a pretty penny in donations. for if you lived on the compound, devoting your life to noah bishop, what good is a house with a mortgage to you? if there was some jealousy between noah's cult and that of this woman's daddy's, he would be acutely aware, but not at all concerned. not when he had this precious thing seated on his lap, her pussy within his reach. "it might." he hums. his voice low and steady as he gently pulls her panties away. the fabric lays somewhere along her knees, threatening to fall. with her fully accessible to him, the man carefully stands her up from his thigh. his hands then start unbuckling his belt and jeans, fisting for his cock straining against the denim. he wants her to watch him. "i'm gonna fill ya up, real nice. and you better hope my seed takes, darling." noah beckons for her, pulling her back towards him until she's straddling his lap with his cock bobbing between them. "go ahead, put it in."

"nah, i'm just happy to have you," he admitted with a soft nod towards the android. "just thinking of how crazy it is that i'm talking to an robot. i never really thought i'd get the chance to own one till now." it still lingered on his mind before he placed his hand on her thigh. a tender, reassuring touch against the life-like silicone tissue. "i honestly don't know what i was supposed to expect, but you're perfect just the way you are." he wondered if the kelly-bot knew she was a refurbished model, there were no real signs of any defects that he could tell when he was at the factory. general process and standard setup when she was initially turned on and synced to her new owner. but all that mattered now was that he had her. "you can change yourself on the fly for me, or is it something where you gotta learn me and then start changing? like a real person."

deviation was an oversight by many android companies that never truly implemented a process of returning defected creations back to them. most often, they were sold through third parties or through personal transactions. many of them already broken in, and defected. it was more likely to buy an android second hand and have it die in a couple of months. yet sometimes, however, they seemed to stay online but disconnected from their programming. kelly was the latter, breaking free of her outdated software. "happy." she repeats, a smile forming on her synthetic lips. "that makes me happy." a test of emotions, but it feels right. when her new owner's hand made it to her thigh, kelly turns to look his way. the paleness in her cheeks slowly tint a rosy hue. a new feature of her deviancy. lust. "it depends on what you like. if you prefer a faster route to..." kelly's processors find the right word, "satisfaction, then you may program me at will. if you'd like a more natural, human relationship, we may get to know each other."

ghostface isn’t going to do that though, even though her sweet voice and tantalizing words almost have him losing it right then and there. “ that pussy is just beggin’ for me to come handle her, isn’t she? ” he mocks, the knife returning, except this time it’s at her stomach, tracing up and down her belly button before it goes lower, the blade pressed to her mound. “ you play this next trail like a good little survivor and i promise to make it worth your while. ” suddenly, the sound of the the trial starting echoes through the woods and finally, ghostface lets her go. “ i’ll see you in there, bunny. ” he waves at her condescendingly before disappearing into the woods.

sable inhales sharply when the tip of his knife returns to her body, then pressing against where she throbs the most. "she misses you." like the rest of her body. sable is left with an instruction and the absence of her killer when the match begins. the entity takes over, whisking the lot away to hawkin's lab. from the darkness of the forest, sable is blinded by the sterile lights and toxic spores. "shit!" she murmurs, looking around at her survivors. everyone seems less enthusiastic to be here, probably on their eight or nineth run. as soon as the trial starts, sable books it down the metal stairs and in search of a generator to work on her own. her killer's words ring in her ears about being a good little survivor, hoping if she can get a head start on popping these gens, she'll get fucked before the endgame.

a perfectly sculpted brow raises as he rolls the skirt of her outfit over her ass, exposing the pretty g-string she’s wearing. she moans sweetly, pussy clutching around nothing once she feels his hardened length pressing against her where she needs him most. “ i’d follow you anywhere, you know that, ” she says truthfully, though a saccharine little smile pairs with her words. “ but the idea of having you tie me up… ” she allows her fingers to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging them ever so slightly. “ taking me against my will. that’s hot. ”

"i know." he nods, tugging gently on the thread of her g-string until the thin line rubbed into her holes. roman twists it around his finger, thumbing at her tightest hole. not to enter, but just to tease. "you wanna be all tied up baby? is that it?" roman lolls his head back, leaning into her touch as he reaches lower with the rest of his fingers. unwinding from her g-string, he finds her pussy instead to play with, dipping the tips of his fingers inside her warmth. "i won't stop. even if it hurts sweetheart. you sure this pretty pussy can take that all weekend?"

as jessica slides her fingers in and out of camila's leaking cunt, she thumbs at her clit in tandem. her touches are soft, but purposeful. their mouths continue to slide against each other until javi guides camila's attention back to his cock, aching to be nestled somewhere tight and warm. pushing her head with both hands until her nose brushes against his coarser hair, javier tilts his head back in bliss. "good girl..." while usually quiet, he is quick to praise where it counts. he rocks his hips into her mouth, fucking her throat as deep as she'll let him before he'll let her tap out for air.

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           he traces the tip of his nose up the length of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, getting drunk off it paired with the wet squeeze of her pussy around him. “ m’never leavin’ you for that long again. hate bein’ away from this perfect little body. ” steve tells jessica, hungrily placing his lips on hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he hitches her legs higher up on his waist to get deeper insider her. 

           her back arches at the praise, a smug grin painting itself on her plump lips. “ always, ” she purrs, beginning to move her body back against his, fucking herself on him with an impassioned rythm, relishing in the deep grunts that escape him. “ c’mon murphy, i know you can fuck me better than that. ” 

           “ a luxury many can’t afford. ” she tosses over her shoulder, swiveling her hips against his lap in time with the beat of the rap song that plays throughout the club. the rhinestones of her skimpy stage outfit reflect light off her body that resemble tiny little stars. jade loves the feeling of his large hands grabbing at her waist, keeping her firmly on top of him.