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γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€a monster hiding inside π˜€ΝŸπ—ΈΝŸπ—ΆΝŸπ—»ΝŸ.γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€

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γ…€ γ…€ @@ΰΌ„ * ∘ where 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐏 the 𝑇̳𝐴̳𝑇̳𝑇̳𝐸̳𝑅̳𝑆̳ of the γ€Žking』, must die unheard in π˜Ώπ™„π™ˆ π˜Ύπ˜Όπ™π˜Ύπ™Šπ™Žπ˜Όγ€‚Β°β‹†β­’Λšγ…€
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|| elon hid the character limit bc weasel fuck knew if he didn’t i’d write 1 billion post tongue bumping replies. πŸ‘ŽπŸ‘ŽπŸ‘Ž
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γ…€ Just one taste and he’s drunk. Or, he might as well be, hanging open-mouthed against her features, kisses lazily roaming from upper lip to cheek, ear, jaw. . What did she ask? She’s so hard to hear. She’s so airy, he worries if he bites she’ll rip like paper. He bites. γ…€
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β € and she must be speaking but her voice sounds weird, distant, and it's saying, whispering, "again, again, can you um can you stick it down my throat can you," fluttery floaty and breathless. β €
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γ…€ A sickly yellow glow at its depths obscures beneath sealed lips, as he does just what was asked; presses, and holds, and kisses as tongue curls spirals against hers, shares sweet taste, unravels and buries deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Her throat bulges with a request fulfilled. γ…€
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γ…€ Palms hold head steady while saliva shares such heavy, forbidden form with her own, running in slow, pulsing rivers; that glow, faint, through her skin. . . .Just until she’s steady. Just until he reels back, slow. β€œπ˜—π˜Ά~𝘒𝘩. . ehe, he. . * ♑” γ…€
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γ…€ Of course not, that’s silly. We’ve been over this, I hate your attitude. γ…€
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γ…€ She hardly needs permission to hide; especially with hands so busy elsewhere, one keeping thigh spread from its partner and the other curling for further traces behind sensitivity. These kinds of things are necessary. Healthy. Doesn’t it feel healthy? γ…€
She's not used to these kinds of encounters, even though she's had them before... It was a long time ago. She is covering part of her face with the long sleeves of her clothing.
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γ…€ Sounds like a waste of time. It’s all cold and it all tastes about as good, doesn’t it? Odd. γ…€
of course the flavor matters.. what? there are plenty of individuals who get into arguments over ice cream flavors, it’s a quite serious ordeal.
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γ…€ I’ve been a good boy today, so I will treat myself to some ice cream. ^_^ γ…€
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γ…€ β€œHaa? If I didn’t, would it mean anything? If I put a limit on what you could do to me, then I’d have to put a limit on what I could do to you.” Fair was human, wasn’t it? That felt fair, and humans knew fairness like they knew love. What was love if it wasn’t fair and γ…€
β € "mmhm." because that's all she can say when she's hardly breathing hardly thinking right. is that love, really? the violent tearing through? the burning heat, the soldering back together? he'd look messy. unrecognisable. and then-- then the pieces, his pieces, β €
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γ…€ and he smelled her blood. And it smelled rich. And his breath shivered on her skin, head tilted down, tongue came free and sank longer and longer, like from the mouth of something wanting to eat her whole. He tasted crimson drip, and lips followed suit to kiss it clean. γ…€
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γ…€ β€œUhn. . uh-huh. Whatever you said, yeah. Uh-huh. Is it? Not enough, I mean. I wanna know. I really, really wanna know.” γ…€
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γ…€ Huh. Mortal? I thought my super cute lackadaisical attitude and charm made it obvious I’m super im-mortal. . * πŸ’­ [ posture swayed, then leaned, studied stranger like gold for quality. blink. ] That depends. What do demons do for fun? Tricks, pranks? Philosophy? Torture? γ…€
mine time, thou sayest? most mortals seek something far grander when presented with such an opportunity. ( a clawed digit rose to rest beneath her chin, visibly amused. ) very well, then. +
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