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EonCore has been testing the waters on a brand new pheremone.
Based off Werewolf DNA it's meant to act as an aphrodisiac.
Valko was grateful [Reader] decided to act as test subject #1.
"So. How are you feeling? Any irregular thoughts?"
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Sometimes Valko can let another take the lead.
A few huffs body shaking while he fought the urge to snap.
"fucckkk. When can I play? I ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ to grab you."
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Someone choke on his cock, he's been so tense, and a decent release of desire seems ideal.
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It had been one of those days.
Valko had been so tense that he needed to release himself. With all his might, he pounds deep into [Reader's] body.
He let go, his power beginning to shake the place.
"That's it. Take it."
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It's always nice to have a skilled tongue.
So don't hesitate.
Put it to work.
A little odd, but definitely not the strangest person he'd ever met. Plus, something about the raw intensity of her dream was invigorating. She was chasing it with everything she had, and he had to give her credit for that.
He might have had ulterior motives for wanting her +
turning on his heel, stepping out of the backstage tent far before his five minutes were up.
The showman was easy to spot once Valko cleared the canvas flap, standing just past the crowd, watching the perimeter. Valko was surprised he hadn't noticed the guy on his way +
Huh. Maybe he was under the wrong impression. He did tend to jump the gun before getting all the facts straight. Whoops.
And now here he was, standing in a cramped backstage tent with his cock completely out.
"Well. Apologies on that one. Guess the show got the best of me," +
jacket, sliding his arm into the sleeve before pulling a crisp, heavy card from the inner pocket. He set it down on the table right in front of them.
*Valko: Philanthropist.*
His direct line sat bold against the matte paper.
"In your ideal world, what does the setup look +
Still a wait, and now a five-minute timer? Poor girl.
Fuck, poor *him*. Five minutes was hardly enough time to get anything real done, but Valko wasn't one to waste an opening.
"It was a great performance," he rumbled, his voice cutting through the thick, musk-heavy air of +
winning hand when it came time to negotiate.
"I hardly saw any proper signage for an event with this kind of pull," he added, his gaze shifting between Clarabell's messy cheeks and Goomy's dripping length. "With the right backing, proper marketing, and a venue that actually +