#herm pc

you stumble back to the orphanage after narrowly escaping remy, fully exhausted. one of the other orphans catches you, and she gives you a hug, smiling through tears and saying she’s so happy you’re back. you hug her back, taking a deep breath.

you wake up the next morning and head off to pester bailey, like always. she doesn’t bother looking up, still scanning the paperwork in front of her. “I’m busy. get out.”

when you don’t answer, she looks up with an irritated expression, but her eyes go wide when she realizes it’s you. the expression disappears quickly, and she just shakes her head. “couldn’t stay away, could you?” but you know what she really means is, I’m glad you’re back.

“I’m okay, if you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t.”

“you put up missing posters for me, didn’t you?”

“don’t delude yourself. it was those other brats who insisted we keep an eye out.”

that’s a lie. bailey made sure to print at least 50 copies and saw to it that they were pasted across town.

“well... thanks.”

bailey looks like she’s going to snap at you, but she just exhales through her nose. “shut the door.”

you close it behind you, stepping closer to her desk. “on the way out, brat. unless you’re hungry for more punishment?”

you swallow thickly, stepping even closer.

“couldn’t get enough on the farm?” bailey smirks, grabbing you by the collar and hauling you forward.

“it wasn’t you.” you breathe out, and bailey’s grip tightens on your shirt. “shut up,” she says, and kisses you fiercely.

she tastes like cigarettes and whiskey, licking the inside of your mouth without abandon. your hands shake as you peel off your clothes. she lays you down on the desk, biting your shoulder, licking a stripe up your neck. your pussy throbs, and you let out a moan. you scramble for purchase on her shoulders. your legs instinctively wrap around her waist, and instead of shoving you off, she adjusts your thighs so they’re tightly wrapped around her.

you entwine your fingers and for once, she doesn’t let go. she squeezes tight, almost to the point of pain and presses her full body weight up against you. your cock presses up against her stomach, your tail flicking desperately.

you’re whimpering, sweet slick dripping between your thighs. bailey shoves her fingers in your mouth but you just suck, staring into her eyes. she yanks them out and moves her hand down to your cock, gripping it hard.

pussy slick drips down your legs and onto bailey’s crotch, the sight of which makes you gush pre-cum. she sucks air in through her teeth when she realizes how much more pre-cum and wetness you’re producing.

“you’re so fucking wet.” all for me, she thinks. “they must’ve milked you well on that farm.”

her free hand jerks you hard and fast. her hand is rough and calloused, enveloping the entirety of your dick with ease. she fondles your balls, watching amused as wetness drips from both sexes. untwining your fingers, bailey reaches for your hair, grabbing it and pulling so your face isn’t hidden by anything.

she mouths up your neck, kissing up your jawline. “but you came back. of course you did, because your body belongs to me.” she grabs your ass, hauling you so you’re grinding right against her pussy. “your first time, your pussy, your dick—all of it. your body was always mine.”

your pussy clenches on nothing at her words, but the ache between your legs matches the one in your chest.

“yours, ‘m yours,” you slur. bailey doesn’t correct you, shoving her tongue deep in your mouth.