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A Mistake
This Cowboy took his BOOTs off!
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Patrick grabbed Tom by the neck and threw him against the brick wall in the alleyway. Both men stared into each others eyes as Tom's lip quivered for a moment. Patrick's 6'7" broad and muscular frame towered over Tom as he placed a hand on the wall behind. Tom felt the wall as Patrick slowly moved his finger up Tom's body armour. Tom's manhood twitched as Patrick began to draw circles on the armour, before abruptly stopping and stepping away. Tom felt discouraged and sighed as Patrick slowly moved away. Then from nowhere Patrick quickly turned back and squarely punched Tom in his armoured torso. Tom's flagpole immediately stood to attention as the force of Patrick's strike vibrated through the armour and into his defined body. Slightly winded, Tom bend over in response to the strike. Patrick's hands quickly spun Tom around and pushed him into the wall face first. Patrick then began to push Tom's feet apart with his booted foot before grasping Tom's hands and bringing them behind his back. With a quick, cold, clicking sound, Tom's hands where handcuffed behind his back. His erect penis trying to dig a hole in the brick wall. Patrick held Tom against the wall with one strong, muscular hand while reaching for his radio. "1642 & 1932 going on break." The radio fell silent for a moment before a female voice responded with "Acknowledged 1642. Enjoy your break Sir." Patrick then grasped the back of Tom's collar, dragged him away from the wall, then whispered into Tom's ear, before marching him deeper into the alleyway. "Oh, I will."
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Leather-clad Temptation
Fandom: Fourth Wing -- The Empyrean
Pairing: Xaden/Violer -- Riorgail
Rating: Explicit
Summary: One day, Violet Sorrengail will be the death of me. But maybe, if death comes in thigh-high boots then it might not be such a bad thing.
Part two of @kinktober2023
I always knew Violet Sorrengail would one day be the death of me. I just didn’t think it would be like this. My grip around the fork in my hand tightens as she walks into the dining hall, Rhiannon and Ridoc at her sides and laughing about something one of them said. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. Always is, in every situation, but especially when she laughs. But that’s not even it today. It’s not the way she seems to glow when she laughs, not the way she throws her head back and exposes her delicate neck, not the gleam in her eyes, the way her lips tilt. It’s those fucking boots. Black like everything around here and with a soft velvety shimmer, they reach aaaall the way up her legs to the upper half of her thighs, followed by a slim stripe of bare skin and topped with the skimpiest excuse of a skirt I’ve ever seen in here. I know I’m not the only one gaping at her walking through the hall—I can’t be, not when she wears something like this. But if I had a brain cell to spare, I’d bet most people were looking at the skirt and what it does a poor job to hide, while my eyes are firmly locked on those boots. On how endlessly long they seem to be, shimmering with the mage lights illuminating the hall, how they beckon me to examine them closer. My mouth goes dry, and I swallow, unaware of the low groan dropping from my lips. “Like what you see?” She’s definitely going to be the death of me.
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