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It hasn't been turned on yet, though. No, instead, Demi's fist pumps lazily in and out of Rosie's gaping cunt, her tail having been teasing the sorceress' clit as she slept.

"Ah, did you not like my dancing partner?" He grins, nipping at her throat. "Or maybe you used to like them a bit too much. Maybe you want me to make you mine, right here where he can see, hm?"

She leans up to kiss him, fingers curling at the back of his neck as she pulls him in hungrily.

" thanks. " a beat. " the good men - people - are not really into me, so. "

" well - that doesn't make sense. why would the good ones not be into you? is there something wrong with you? "

"Should I go get it? Or do you wanna do other stuff first?"

Not that there's anything wrong with fucking in the living room, but the bed would be more convenient.

Tate doesn't realise it, but he looks at her with hearts in his eyes. "That feels so much better, thankyou."

She really can be quite tender, in moments like this. It's quite misleading.

✧ sender lightly traces patterns on receiver's skin with a knife's spine. ✧ sender brings a blade just shy of receiver's skin to raise tension. ✧ sender holds a knife to receiver's neck. ✧ sender presses the chilled flat of a knife against receiver's skin. ✧ sender draws small scratches on receiver's skin with a knife's tip. ✧ sender makes receiver watch while they sharpen their knife. ✧ sender slaps receiver with the flat of a knife. ✧ sender penetrates receiver with a knife handle. ✧ sender snips through receiver's underwear / shirt. ✧ sender cuts receiver's shirt into tatters. ✧ sender uses a knife to cut away the rope binding receiver. ✧ sender makes receiver suck on an unloaded gun. ✧ sender penetrates receiver with an unloaded gun. ✧ sender holds an unloaded gun to receiver's head during sex. ✧ sender verbally taunts receiver into crying. ✧ sender tilts receiver's head up to watch tears gather in their eyes. ✧ sender cups receiver's face and wipes each tear as it falls. ✧ sender overstimulates receiver until they cry. ✧ sender edges receiver until they cry. ✧ sender gags on receiver during oral until tears spill from their eyes. ✧ sender teases receiver until they are desperate enough to cry. ✧ sender slowly counts down, giving receiver a head start in a chase. ✧ sender forces receiver to their knees after the chase ends. ✧ sender tackles receiver to the ground and pins them there. ✧ sender wrestles receiver and straddles them after a brief chase. ✧ sender stalks receiver in slow circles, waiting for them to run. ✧ sender chases receiver through the woods / an abandoned building. ✧ sender shoves receiver across open ground to make them run again. ✧ sender corners receiver in a dead-end hallway. ✧ sender tracks down receiver using the sound of their breathing. ✧ sender pins receiver's wrists with one hand and holds their throat with the other. ✧ sender uses their forearm across receiver's throat while keeping them pinned beneath their weight. ✧ sender drags receiver into their lap and tightens a chokehold from behind. ✧ sender tightens their hand at receiver's neck just as they're about to climax. ✧ sender drives receiver against the wall in a rough tackle. ✧ sender wrestles free of receiver's grip and shoves them onto their back. ✧ sender overpowers receiver in the struggle. ✧ sender yanks receiver by the hair to steal control. ✧ sender ties receiver's wrists above their head. ✧ sender fastens handcuffs around receiver's wrists. ✧ sender secures receiver's hands behind their back with a firm knot. ✧ sender ties receiver to a chair and spreads their legs apart. ✧ sender adorns receiver's chest and arms with elaborate ropework. ✧ sender changes rhythm abruptly to keep receiver from climaxing. ✧ sender holds receiver still and refuses to let them finish. ✧ sender removes all contact and watches receiver struggle with the sudden absence. ✧ sender forces receiver to beg for their release. ✧ sender brings receiver to the edge multiple times before finally letting them finish.

" 'cause i like sex. "

they can't all suck.

Callisto doesn't, actually, but it's fine to try and make him speak coherently right now.

She's about to pull it over her head when Cross pulls out a fucking knife and slices through it like butter. Zetta's bare chest is exposed now, since it's not the sort of thing you wear a bra under, and she looks at Cross with a mix of heat and bewilderment. "I liked that top." Is what she says first, before dragging Cross in for a kiss. "But fuck, that was so hot."

"You're so fucking hot," Cross tells her then, pulling back to meet her gaze. "I really want to fuck you again."

<Like being your secret.> She tells him - which is not quite what he'd said, but it's close enough. Besides, they both know she's his in every way that matters, even if neither of them have been brave enough to name it yet. Evelyn leans over, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. <Fel plus Evie 4 ever.>

He sticks his tongue out at her, then dissolves into another bout of laughter. It's fun to mess with her, sue him. <You bad secret. People always seeing you. Thousands. Maybe I'm secret.>