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Happy day late halloween

She'll be fine, We're just juicing her heart for some sick spellcraft.

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Fast file for once by request and personal desire 🩵💜🩵💜 it felt wonderful to feel it pump like this under the steth. I hope you like it!!

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@ shellecepratt

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Howdy

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My other accounts. I will consolidate updates for stories on BlueSky, and Pixiv will be similar to Tumblr in terms of content. I'll also post anything that gets flagged on Tumblr to bsky or pictures that I didn't find a place for.

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Woah! glorious! I love it.

A bondage story with power exchange and then wholesome cardiophilia aftercare would be sooo cute and like what if it was about princesses or something :’)

this is my first time ever writing anything like this! it turned out to be a lot more about the power exchange than the bondage or cardiophilia, but the ending is soft and sweet and hopefully focused just enough on the heartbeats to be good! enjoy!

“N-nineteen!”  Alexandra cried, tears welling along her lash line and spilling down over her cheeks.  Her skin was so warm and flushed she was surprised they didn’t just evaporate into thin air on the spot rather than drenching the satin sheets beneath her as the sound of her mistress’ hairbrush striking her skin cracked through the air.

“Good girl,” Celeste purred, gently caressing Alexandra’s angry, welted skin with the back of the hand that held the brush.  “You’re so close, sweetheart.  Just one more.  Do you think you can take it for me?”

Alexandra nodded, yelping as she felt her mistress’ other hand slip up along her spine and fist in her curls, yanking her head back sharply.  She didn’t need to be prompted to know what the tug meant.

“Yes, your highness,” she choked, breathing a sigh of relief as the grip on her hair eased.  “Anything for you.”

Without any time or warning, the hairbrush came down on Alexandra’s backside one last time, pulling a shrill keen from her throat and causing her to sag into her mistress’ lap with a broken sob as she choked out a raspy twenty.  She bit her lip to stifle any more cries, afraid to earn herself any more swats.  She’d already gone from fifteen to twenty by squirming and protesting; if nothing else, she’d learned her lesson.

“There we go, we’re all done with your punishment,” Celeste murmured softly, setting the hairbrush aside and smoothing her palm over Alexandra’s inflamed skin, drawing a soft mewl out of her sub.  She gripped the other woman’s cheek firmly, carefully pulling it aside, watching Alexandra’s slit part just a little along with her buttocks, strings of slick clinging to her swollen pink folds.  “It looks like you enjoyed it.  I knew you would.  No matter how much you protest, you always get so wet when I spank you.”

Alexandra shuddered as she felt her mistress’ fingertips skirt along her cheek before slipping in the wetness between her thighs.  She couldn’t help the wanton moan that slipped out when one of those fingers sank deep into her tight, needy pussy.  It felt so good but it wasn’t nearly enough and she earned herself another hair pull as she arched her hips in a desperate attempt to take the finger even deeper.

“Not yet,” Celeste tutted disapprovingly.  “You don’t want me to have to spank you some more, do you?”

“No, my lady,” Alexandra warbled hurriedly.  “I’m sorry.  I promise I’ll behave.”

“Good.”  Celeste worked her finger out half way and slowly thrust back inside, her knuckle dragging against the other woman’s g-spot in the process.  “You know you’ll be rewarded soon.  I just want to play with your sweet little cunt a little before I let you come.  You know how much I love splitting you open on my fingers.”

Alexandra did know and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t absolutely love being stretched open and toyed with.  Though she and Celeste were of equal stature in their respective kingdoms, behind closed doors she loved feeling small and precious and filthy and used.  It helped to loosen something inside of her chest, the knot that began to form when she’d been in charge for a little too long without an outlet.  Letting Celeste take the reins gave her brain a chance to click off for a little while and she relished the time they got to spend together.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

Alexandra moaned as a second finger joined the first, scissoring open inside of her, stretching her exquisitely around the intrusion.

“You, your highness.”  She clenched around the invading fingers and was rewarded with a caress down her back.  “All of me belongs to you.”

Celeste hummed contentedly, her fingers curling and gently bumping her sub’s cervix, causing stars to explode behind Alexandra’s tightly closed eyelids.  She teased the moaning, mewling woman for another moment or two before pulling her fingers out, gently patting Alexandra’s thigh.

“On your back and spread your legs for me,” Celeste ordered, watching as Alexandra hurried to obey.  Her eyes tracked the other woman as she circled the bed and she gave her sub a few moments to settle in before getting to her feet.  Moving to the foot of the bed, she took a moment just to admire the sight before her.  Her sub looked beautiful with her breasts heaving, nipples pebbled from arousal and legs spread wide to reveal her soaking wet, glistening cunt.

“I bet you’re going to taste extra sweet after all the abuse your poor little ass took,” Celeste murmured as she climbed onto the bed and crawled in between Alexandra’s thighs.

“Yes, please, your highness,” Alexandra begged, her heels digging into the mattress.

“Use your words, my sweet girl,” Celeste encouraged her sub.  “Tell me what you want.”

“Want your mouth on me.”  Alexandra swallowed thickly, moaning softly at the mere thought of it.  “O-on my pussy.  Please, my lady.”

Celeste chuckled softly, situating herself low on the bed, her face mere inches from Alexandra’s folds.  “I can’t help but give you what you want when you beg so pretty.”

Without another word, Celeste leaned in, her mouth closing around Alexandra’s clit.  She smiled as Alexandra’s hips rolled of their own volition, bringing her clit deeper into Celeste’s mouth, making it that much easier to swirl her tongue around it.  As she suckled on the swollen little nub, her fingers found Alexandra’s opening again, sinking inside just as easily as they had before.  She was rewarded with a gasp and cry from her sub and she encouraged the other woman with a broad sweep of her tongue over her folds.  

For the next several minutes, Celeste worked Alexandra into a fervor.  Alternating between licks, sucks, and nips to her clit and deep thrusts of her fingers into Alexandra’s hot, wet pussy, Celeste coaxed her toward an orgasm.  She could tell when Alexandra was getting close, knew just by the way Alexandra’s core spasmed around her penetrating fingers and the way her body writhed, chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths.  

“I’m going to come, your highness,” Alexandra gasped breathlessly as Celeste sank a third finger into her waiting cunt, stretching her to her limit.  “May I please come?  I-I can’t hold it much longer!”

Celeste hummed, her mouth otherwise occupied, and edged Alexandra for another few seconds before lifting her head, never once missing a beat with her fingers, continuing their quick, maddening thrusting.  

“You know that’s not how we usually do things,” she hedged, her thumb coming up to take over teasing Alexandra’s clit.  “But since you took your punishment so well, I think I can be persuaded.  Ask me one more time, princess.”

Alexandra whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to hold back the tide of her climax.  “Please, my lady, may I come?  You feel so good inside me.  Please!”

Celeste drove her fingers in deep, stilling them inside as her thumb continued to rub Alexandra’s clit.  “Come for me.”

A heartbeat or two later and Alexandra was arching off the bed, her hips jerking as her thighs quivered, pussy clenching tight around Celeste’s fingers.  Celeste could feel the intensity of the orgasm as Alexandra rode it out and she relished each and every gasp and shout that tumbled from the other woman’s lips.  She murmured soft encouragements, rubbing Alexandra’s g-spot with a fierce precision that kept wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her sub’s body.  She lifted her free hand and splayed it across Alexandra’s belly, pressing in deeply to calm the savage bucking of the girl’s hips.  

As Alexandra’s orgasm finally started to subside and her body collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, Celeste was treated to the frantic fluttering of the artery running through Alexandra’s belly beneath her hand.  It stuttered a little when she carefully eased her fingers out from inside Alexandra’s spent and dripping pussy and Celeste couldn’t help but grin at the sensation knowing that she was responsible for the strain on her sub’s heart.

“You did so well,” she praised as she propped herself on her elbows before slowly rising to her knees, looking down at Alexandra’s exhausted form, her sub’s chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath and calm her racing heartbeat.

Celeste shifted, shifting backwards off the bed and rising, meeting Alexandra’s gaze.  “Don’t move just yet, sweetheart; I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into the ensuite bathroom for a minute, returning a short while later with a warm, wet cloth and coming to kneel between Alexandra’s thighs once more.  She made quick work of carefully cleaning the other woman up, wiping away the slick and saliva that was quickly drying along her folds, and tossed the cloth aside as she finished up.  

“How are you feeling?”  Celeste asked as she made her way around to Alexandra’s side, crawling in next to her and gently laying a hand on her belly. 

“M’good,” Alexandra murmured sleepily, her words slurring a little as she drifted in the blissful void between subspace and lucidity.  

“Do you need anything?”

Alexandra shook her head, her half-lidded gaze falling on Celeste.  “Can we just snuggle?”

“Of course,” Celeste said softly, lying down next to Alexandra and slipping a hand under the other girl’s shoulders, pulling her in close.  “Come here, princess.”

She kept still as Alexandra shifted around a little before finally settling with her head on Celeste’s chest.  Celeste smiled, carding her fingers through Alexandra’s hair, knowing the other woman could hear her slow, steady heartbeat.  She slipped her hand over Alexandra’s ribs, pressing her palm to the special spot beneath her sub’s breast where she knew her heartbeat was strongest.  Alexandra’s heart rate was still on the high side, but Celeste knew it wouldn’t be long before it slowed down to a much more relaxed pace.  

“You’re so beautiful,” Celeste murmured, dipping her head to press a kiss into Alexandra’s hair.  “My good girl.”

“All yours,” Alexandra whispered breathily.

Celeste hummed, her palm pressing a little more firmly against Alexandra’s heartbeat.

“Your heart and soul belong to me,” she agreed.  “And mine to you.”

Alexandra made a breathy noise of acknowledgment.  It was the last effort she made before her breathing evened out and Celeste knew she’d fallen asleep.  She could feel Alexandra’s heartbeat settle into a slow, steady rhythm beneath her hand as sleep claimed her and she was content to simply hold the other woman close.  After all, Alexandra’s heart was a precious gift that had been given to Celeste with the utmost trust and she would treat it with all the love and care in the world for as long as Alexandra let her.

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Melissa Barrera

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Panties of the day?

I couldn’t pick just one to show my cute panties :)

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Me too. I love a cute lady with a strong and energetic seasoned heart. Even watching her breathe would be lovely 😭🙏 🫀🫀🫀

For some unknown reason, I’ve always been turned on by muscular and mature older women’s heartbeats the most. 🫀🫀💗💗

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I love it!! I'm so jealous of the lady who can feel her heartbeat 🥵

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My cardiophilia comes from a place of adoration and reverence. The heart embodies strength, passion, vitality, and vulnerability. It is life - and I think life is the most amazing thing the universe can create.

I always prefer when a heart is healthy and beating vigorously, but when it’s struggling and failing, you can see how precious and fragile it is, which is one of its most beautiful features. Even though a lot of my appreciation in fantasy is fatalistic, it’s so that I can appreciate it more when it’s safe and healthy - to know that every beat is a delicate gift.

What do you think about soft cardiophilia?

i love it as much as dark cardiophilia 🫀 the reason i put dark cardiophilia on my bio is to warn people that isnt into it but i honeslty love both just as much

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Dark Desire

Rose ventured deeper into the castle ruins, her armored bra and skirt. She knew she shouldn't be here, seeking pleasures spoken of only in whispers. But Rose was nothing if not bold.

The witches emerged from the shadows; their eyes glimmering. Rose tensed, heart pounding beneath her metallic top. But to her surprise, their faces held no malice, only delight in her presence.

"Welcome, brave one," a witch purred, circling Rose, then pressing a hand to her chest. "What a strong desire... I already know what you want. Now let us please you."

Rose laid back on the plush velvet lining their altar, her blonde hair fanning around her. The witches descended upon her, their hands exploring her body with tantalizing touches. One straddled Rose's face and lowered herself onto Rose's waiting tongue. The noblewoman moaned into the witch's warm center as she tasted her arousal.

The other witches caressed and kissed Rose's curves reverently, paying special attention to her heaving chest as it rose and fell with each ragged breath. Rose's eager heart pounded beneath her metal brassiere, the rapid thudding clearly visible in her splayed chest. The witches traced their fingers over the hammering pulse point, utterly entranced by the vitality and desperation coursing through Rose's body.

"Such a strong, wild heartbeat," one purred. "All that power, that passion, just aching to be released..."

They teased Rose to a feverish state, stoking her desire higher and higher, savoring how her need made her mighty heart gallop and strain. Rose writhed and arched into their touch, silently begging for more. The throbbing of her chest drove the witches wild with lust.

Lips and tongues painted trails over Rose's trembling flesh, but always pulled away just shy of where she craved them most. Hands skimmed along the swell of her breasts, feeling her frantic heartbeat.

"Please," she gasped out between shaky breaths, "I need...I can't..."

"Shhh, our impatient flower," the witch said. "Not yet. Let us drink in your delicious desperation a while longer..."

Hands caressed her rib cage, feeling every shallow breath and the stressed heart within. Rose gasped as they ground against her, the pressure and friction stoking the desperate ache inside. Her body trembled with need, every nerve alight and yearning for release. But they denied her, drinking in her body's desperate responses with cruel satisfaction.

Sweat glistened over her skin as they continued to use her body, chasing their own climaxes while leaving her unsated. They shuddered and moaned above her, orgasming from her ragged breaths and hammering pulse alone. Rose's overworked heart felt ready to burst out of her chest, only to amuse them further.

The noblewoman could take no more, between shallow gasps, her heart’s rhythm became erratic, then more forceful to compensate. Her body’s tension overflowed. Every delicate teasing touch pushed her body to defy their intentions to deny her release.

An intense climax ripped through Rose's sweat-glistened body. Her heart hammered violently, its desperate fraught rhythm driving the witches wild with lust.

"Look at her heart straining, about to burst!" one said excitedly.

Rose's chest heaved with deep ragged breaths. Suddenly, a sharp pain. She looked down in shock to see a sword piercing her chest; her mighty heart ran through and shuddered around the blade. Crimson spurted from the wound with each frenzied beat.

The witch shook with orgasmic rapture, feeling Rose's impaled heart aggressively jerking the hilt. She withdrew the blade, letting the others take their turn. They plunged in eagerly, pushing the tip into Rose's gushing and wounded chest, piercing the straining organ over and over.

Rose gasped for air, transfixed by the obscene sight of her heart stabbed again and again as it beat with furious defiance. The coven reveled in every desperate contraction, each breath that sent fresh jets of scarlet spraying. Their hands explored Rose's quivering flesh as they worked themselves into a sexual delirium.

"Such a strong, stubborn heart! I can feel how badly it wants to keep beating!" the witch cried out, exploring the fatally wounded meat with the sword's edge.

Rose's vision blurred. Still, her resilient heart fought on, and the witches' passion only burned hotter...

Rose's mind reeled, overwhelmed by agony and perverse, feverish arousal as they defiled her most vital organ. Her hammering heart clenched around each invading blade, gushing her blood and pleasuring the witches with every squeeze.

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Dark Desire

Rose ventured deeper into the castle ruins, her armored bra and skirt. She knew she shouldn't be here, seeking pleasures spoken of only in whispers. But Rose was nothing if not bold.

The witches emerged from the shadows; their eyes glimmering. Rose tensed, heart pounding beneath her metallic top. But to her surprise, their faces held no malice, only delight in her presence.

"Welcome, brave one," a witch purred, circling Rose, then pressing a hand to her chest. "What a strong desire... I already know what you want. Now let us please you."

Rose laid back on the plush velvet lining their altar, her blonde hair fanning around her. The witches descended upon her, their hands exploring her body with tantalizing touches. One straddled Rose's face and lowered herself onto Rose's waiting tongue. The noblewoman moaned into the witch's warm center as she tasted her arousal.

The other witches caressed and kissed Rose's curves reverently, paying special attention to her heaving chest as it rose and fell with each ragged breath. Rose's eager heart pounded beneath her metal brassiere, the rapid thudding clearly visible in her splayed chest. The witches traced their fingers over the hammering pulse point, utterly entranced by the vitality and desperation coursing through Rose's body.

"Such a strong, wild heartbeat," one purred. "All that power, that passion, just aching to be released..."

They teased Rose to a feverish state, stoking her desire higher and higher, savoring how her need made her mighty heart gallop and strain. Rose writhed and arched into their touch, silently begging for more. The throbbing of her chest drove the witches wild with lust.

Lips and tongues painted trails over Rose's trembling flesh, but always pulled away just shy of where she craved them most. Hands skimmed along the swell of her breasts, feeling her frantic heartbeat.

"Please," she gasped out between shaky breaths, "I need...I can't..."

"Shhh, our impatient flower," the witch said. "Not yet. Let us drink in your delicious desperation a while longer..."

Hands caressed her rib cage, feeling every shallow breath and the stressed heart within. Rose gasped as they ground against her, the pressure and friction stoking the desperate ache inside. Her body trembled with need, every nerve alight and yearning for release. But they denied her, drinking in her body's desperate responses with cruel satisfaction.

Sweat glistened over her skin as they continued to use her body, chasing their own climaxes while leaving her unsated. They shuddered and moaned above her, orgasming from her ragged breaths and hammering pulse alone. Rose's overworked heart felt ready to burst out of her chest, only to amuse them further.

The noblewoman could take no more, between shallow gasps, her heart’s rhythm became erratic, then more forceful to compensate. Her body’s tension overflowed. Every delicate teasing touch pushed her body to defy their intentions to deny her release.

An intense climax ripped through Rose's sweat-glistened body. Her heart hammered violently, its desperate fraught rhythm driving the witches wild with lust.

"Look at her heart straining, about to burst!" one said excitedly.

Rose's chest heaved with deep ragged breaths. Suddenly, a sharp pain. She looked down in shock to see a sword piercing her chest; her mighty heart ran through and shuddered around the blade. Crimson spurted from the wound with each frenzied beat.

The witch shook with orgasmic rapture, feeling Rose's impaled heart aggressively jerking the hilt. She withdrew the blade, letting the others take their turn. They plunged in eagerly, pushing the tip into Rose's gushing and wounded chest, piercing the straining organ over and over.

Rose gasped for air, transfixed by the obscene sight of her heart stabbed again and again as it beat with furious defiance. The coven reveled in every desperate contraction, each breath that sent fresh jets of scarlet spraying. Their hands explored Rose's quivering flesh as they worked themselves into a sexual delirium.

"Such a strong, stubborn heart! I can feel how badly it wants to keep beating!" the witch cried out, exploring the fatally wounded meat with the sword's edge.

Rose's vision blurred. Still, her resilient heart fought on, and the witches' passion only burned hotter...

Rose's mind reeled, overwhelmed by agony and perverse, feverish arousal as they defiled her most vital organ. Her hammering heart clenched around each invading blade, gushing her blood and pleasuring the witches with every squeeze.

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Alternative situation 😉🫀🫁