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"This is the third time this week-" Drew said to the other like it wasn't obvious to the both of them. Amidst the thumping music and barely clothed dancers, Drew stood on the floor. Normally this was his time to look for anyone who wanted a private lap dance in the backrooms. And thus Tati always seemed to appear. At least, more often than any other person or regular. One hand played with the satin side of his pan.ties, just enough to cover what needed to be. Everything else was more or less on display. "-Lose a bet to hit up a dancer this much?" A joke to break apart the nerves he felt. It was never good for a dancer to catch feelings.

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"-Oh. No, yeah that's totally cool. I would've liked to see that little get together as well. But I was...was working for the boss that day. Real head down, wanting yell and curse sort of situation," Drew nodded along with another assistant. One that hadn't been sent up by their parents to make sure that the boss was well taken care of. "It's a miracle we weren't busy doing things now at this, more official, party," Drew winked at the more official comment before seeing his boss stride through the door. "Sorry, I have to- excuse me," And off he went.

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the moments just before consciousness were lost, drew felt himself trying to respond. to thank her for being there, to show the joy of being able to say what he needed to after all this time. even if it meant an encounter with something beyond normal means and power. something well beyond something that the dancer could ever handle beyond just using his body as a shield. he tried to reply, to force out something more than just strangled breaths. alas, nothing else could come out and he lost his tether to the waking world.

drew woke up to the sound of beeping. to a bright light and a body stiff and sore and instantly stinging with pain in injured places. it was dulled, maybe by time or maybe by medicines or magic. he couldn't possible know.

dark eyes opened up properly and the dancer took in the sight of the room around him. it seemed to be a proper hospital- a place to heal from their encounter. of course, the romantic couldn't help but immediately wonder about ximena. it didn't take long to find her at the bed next to him. his pale arms sunk beneath him and slid himself up, "h-hey. long time no see-" he whispered with a raspy, unused voice, wincing at his body settled in the numerous pillows and sheets.

ximena’s hands trembled as they pressed firmly against drew’s wound, trying to keep pressure on it, her heart racing with fear. she could hear the strain in his voice, the way he struggled to speak, and it tore at her. the sight of him lying there, bleeding out on cold concrete, was more than she could handle, but she didn’t let it show. not now. not when he needed her to be strong.

his words, though slurred and painful, hit her like a punch to the gut. he loved her. he loved her, and he was telling her this now, of all times, while his blood stained the ground beneath them. her breath hitched, and she blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling. she couldn’t afford to lose it. not when drew was fighting so hard to stay with her.

❝ drew… ❞ ximena whispered, her voice thick with emotion. her free hand moved to cup his cheek, mirroring his action, holding him gently as if she could somehow will him to stay with her through touch alone. ❝ you’re not going anywhere, okay? you hear me? ❞ she leaned in closer, her forehead almost touching his, her eyes searching his for any sign that he was still with her.

❝ i’m not leaving you. not now, not ever. ❞ her voice was fierce, even though her heart felt like it was shattering into pieces. ❝ we’re gonna get you out of here, and i’ll be with you the entire time, i swear. but you have to hang on for me, okay? don’t give up. i need you to fight, even if you think you can’t. ❞

ximena swallowed hard, brushing her thumb across his cheek. she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, not now, not when he’d just said those words. i love you. words she hadn’t realized she’d been waiting to hear until they came tumbling out of his mouth in this desperate moment.

❝ i’m here, baby. i love you too, with everything i have, ❞ she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. ❝ so don’t you dare leave me. you’re going to make it, and i’ll be right there with you every step of the way. i won’t leave you, not at the hospital, not ever. you’re stuck with me now. ❞

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The quieting sounds of the party were the soundtrack to a raw, quick fucking by Evie. Drew hung onto the desk with as much strength as he could muster- as much as his body would allow as it was getting plowed into by his boss. At the same time, Drew bounced back with an equal amount of vigor as he could meet with Evie's own thrusts. Drew let out a long moan at the question, at the offering of being bred. God, this was the best internship ever. There's a nod of his head and then he tossed his vision over his shoulder, to look at Evie as much as he could as he replied, "Y-Yes, god yes Daddy. I-I love it. I love you inside me all the time. God, I can't live without your wonderful c-cock. Breed me! Own me; I want to be knocked up from y-you."

"Oh dear you are a dirty slut and I'm not going to let you forget it. You're just a nice tight hole for Daddy to fuck and fill." She moaned. Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust. Evie had thought she'd have to stay fairly dry while doing this consultation. Having left her wife behind to look after the ranch while she was gone. But Drew had been a lifesaver. And the perfect antidote to the blue balls she thought she'd be suffering with.

"Ugh fuck you feel so good. You love this don't you? Being Daddy's good little fleshlight. Maybe once this event is over I can fill you up and breed you just the way you deserve." Evie said loving the idea of marking her territory no matter how fleeting on the curvy boys body. As many times and as often as she possibly could.

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"No, no, no...no-I want it to be tonight." Maybe it was a little too quick, but Drew couldn't help himself. They had experience a multitude of other feelings like this before and all of them blew up in his face before even getting this far. Tati had already proven that she wanted more with just this offer being genuine. "Do...Do you want to finish up a dance in here first, Daddy? Or do you want to leave right away? We can sneak out the changing room so you're not seen by my boss." Like he'd care much even if they were. "You're just going to have me on a date at my...stripper-est," He giggled on top of her, not caring much about being on display but wanted to make sure the other knew.

Baby," she sighs out. "If I just wanted to fuck you, I would've done that weeks ago. I want you." Her hand comes up to cup his cheek. "I promise you that I am going to treat you like a real date because I want to date you for real. I want to get to know you." She thinks she gets why he'd double check her motives. She can only imagine the kind of people he had to deal with and the type of things they'd try with him. She knew she was different than that and she was more than willing to show him that. "We can go out a different night if you want some time to think about it. Whatever you want, there's no pressure. I promise. All I want is for you to be comfortable."

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God, it was so difficult to focus. Why did this have to happen while his ass was filled? The increase in speed had Drew holding onto the desk harder and his noises increase dramatically. They were various ones of squeaks, moans, curses and the dramatic versions of each of those. Words? What were words when a cock like Evie's was drilling into your ass? The sound of skin on skin was music to Drew's ears. Or rather what he could hear over his own involuntary noises.

Holes fucked and filled. Those words echoed in his brain. Who needed parents? He needed Evie's cock. "Y-Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes...!" The agreement intermingled with the encouragement of her ravenous thrusts. "I'll do whatever you want. I w-want to be your fuck toy. I want to be your...your wife, your cumslut, your set of free use holes, please...!" Parents came and went in the wake of such a wonderful offer.

"Oh honey you're an adult, aren't you? Tell them you've found an opportunity and then fall off the face of the planet." Evie purred finding Drew's question to be a little ridiculous but understanding. Their parents had practically offered them up on a platter for Evie's personal use. And the older woman was enjoying every second of the opportunity. Her balls thanked her new Fleshlight's parents even if she morally didn't support the behavior. Evie's hips picked up speed. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh growing lounder she chased the relief she so urgently needed.

"You don't need to ask permission to get married or to be my perfect little fucktoy. So just say yes, I'll get you a ring and we can worry about the details later. Wouldn't you like to spend your days and nights getting your holes fucked and filled whenever the desire takes me?

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"I am so fucking needy for you," It is said in a way that all of the decorum was gone. Drew needed Tatiana in ways he couldn't describe. Her name could have smile wide instantly. She felt like something more than just a client and he could barely come to terms with that. The offer cut through the sexual tension and Drew could feel himself lean away from her, eyes slightly wide at the notion. "You...You want to take me out? On a real date? This isn't some...some ploy, right? Because you can just fuck me if you want to just fuck me." It sounded sad, but Drew had been there before and the John had always just grabbed the chance at fucking the curvy femme. "Say you'll treat me like a real date before you fuck me. Please."

Drew is beyond tempting and it would be so easy to give into him like this. All she wanted was to take him right there, she had been aching to have him properly since they two of them met. "You're so fucking needy for me." Tatiana returns the kiss with just as much urgency. She guides his hips so he grinds against her length as they kiss. "You know the rules." It's so tempting to break them but Tati is greedy and she wants more than a quick fuck in a private room. "Let me take you out tonight and maybe if you're good I'll take you home and give you exactly what you need." Her hands never leave him as she speaks, her fingers dance over his skin, he's so soft under her touch. "What do you say, baby?" It's risky, they've really only existed within these 4 walls and she doesn't know if they'll work outside of the safety of the club but she's willing to try. "You gonna let Daddy take you out and take care of you?"

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He would. He would keep coming back to her without hesitation. It started as a touch obsession. When Tati had just been a regular customer and Drew had just been a little too drunk and a little attracted. There's a hum of a moan as he slides against her twitching cock in her pants. Those pants were basically the only thing stopping them. Drew's thong left virtually nothing off the table, including his own arousal. "I want you so badly, T. Please. It's been too long. Please fuck me right here and now," He whispered in an urgent, wanting tone before kissing her neck in return and then sliding his lips to hers with the same urgency as his tone.

"That's okay, baby. I know who you always come back to." Tati could ruin whatever they had going on by being weirdly possessive or she could look at the facts as they were, Drew always let her have his time when she came in and there was something indescribable between them. For now that would be enough. "Missed you too." Her hands find his hips and run over his sides. She knows Drew can feel the way she twitches in her pants. "I missed how good you feel." God, she wants him so badly, she wants all of him. She leans forward, her lips ghost over the skin of his neck. "You drive me fucking wild, D. I've never wanted someone as much as I want you."

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Drew felt like he was being pulled in a thousand directions at once. To go from the office Halloween party to being bent over his boss' desk (again) that day was already something to keep up with. But now there was conversation while his ass was stuffed with his beautiful boss' cock. And then there was the picture of the impossibly curvy wife in front of him. It was almost too much. But Drew wanted to be a good assistant and a good set of holes. So he bounced, moaning with reckless abandon as his tits were fondled. "Y-You...you want me to b-be your wife, Daddy?" Drew managed out after a particularly throaty moan. "What...What about my p-parents what should I...-Ah! What should I tell them?"

"Fuck I love when you beg for it baby. Which reminds me of something I wanted to ask you about." Evie said her hips never ceasing their movements as she admired the way Drew's ass bounced back to meet each thrust. She released the hold she had on his hair to reach across the desk and grab a picture frame. Turning it she placed it so her fucktoy could see the image of her beautiful wife in a form fitting summer dress standing in front of their home. "You're well aware I'm married, slut. Shiloh is the apple of my eye and knows all about my extramarital affairs. I wanted to make you an offer to come live with us at the ranch after this is all over. With my finances I'm more than capable of having multiple wives. I'll give you the night to think about it."

Once she finished talking Evie let her hands wander to cup Drew's breasts. She set to pinching and fondling the creamy white globes as her hips picked up speed. Her thrusts became harder and faster as the minutes passed.

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"Gonna happen from time to time," He whispered after a long pause. It was the hardest thing about dating as a dancer. The jealousy could be understandable. Not many would enjoy seeing their crush or partner doing this. But money was needed and when you were hot, it was easy to make said money. There's, thankfully, a shake of his head and dark hair, "You pay plenty; it'll just be me and you tonight, Daddy," As the titled settled back on his lips, Drew slid onto the couch, into her lap. Normally the ending, he wanted her hands on his curves as soon as possible. A whine sounded and his arms locked to her neck, "I missed you so much."

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby." Drew had gotten under her skin in the best way, he's like a drug that she can't get enough of. She takes his hand and follows him into the room that has become their own little sanctuary. "I'm glad you think so. I think I'd get a little jealous if I had to see you come back here with someone else." She knew the nature of Drew's job and she would never get in the way of him making a living but that didn't mean she wouldn't feel some type of way if he chose someone over her. She settles into her normal spot, she looks up at him with hunger in her eyes. She's itching to touch him properly, it's nearly impossible to keep herself from doing so. "Are you fine being mine for the rest of the nice or do I need to learn how to share?"

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drew was a dumb, stupid stripper. well, he wasn't dumb or stupid by any means. he was just silently cursing his career choice. maybe if he was more involved with...with 'manly' things he would have had a better chance. but it was a petty thought aimed at his own weaknesses. he knew that would never happen and he, in fact, loved his job as a dancer. it was where he met all of his friends. it was just easy to hate yourself when you were bleeding out in an alley based on a dumb decision like that. even so, he was glad to be alive and that ximena was here and she was alive.

"i'm...i'm not fighting anymore. i'm just being," he answered with a raspy breath that followed. the pain was a blight that was unending and unstarting. drew's body felt like it was combined with the pain entirely. there was no separation anymore. except for her hand on his cheek. it was soft and it drew his face closer to her touch. yearning for that foreign touch. "j-just being healed by someone that i love with every bit of me and...and can only muster the courage to say that when i'm bleeding out on concrete."

he was woozy and unsure and in and out. ximena was there and she was helping him. she was soft in this moment and he could feel his heart hammer in his chest. maybe that's why he confessed at such a terrible time. a thing to focus on. to push past the pain until he passed out, he was healed or he just died right there in front of her. "if...if i go to the hospital, please...please don't leave me?"

ximena’s hands trembled slightly as they hovered over drew’s wounds, a soft, glowing light emanating from her palms as she worked tirelessly to mend the damage. her heart ached at the sight of him, so battered and fragile, yet still trying to find the strength to comfort her with that bloody, half-conscious smile. she knew how much pain he must be in, and it killed her that there was so little she could do to take it away entirely.

her dark eyes softened as she met his gaze, hearing the faint whisper of his voice. “take your time,” he’d said, always more concerned with her than himself. she shook her head gently, her lips forming a sad smile, but her focus remained unwavering.

“shh, don’t waste your energy,” she murmured softly, her voice tender as she concentrated on the task at hand. the glow from her palms intensified slightly, her healing magic knitting his torn skin together bit by bit. “i’m here, drew. you don’t have to do anything right now. just… rest.”

his words tugged at her heartstrings, though. that he felt he didn’t have a choice, that stopping wasn’t something he could afford—it wasn’t fair. he had been through so much already, and now here he was again, teetering on the edge of life and death. ximena swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back the sting of tears threatening to cloud her vision.

“you always act like you don’t have a choice,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “like everything’s on your shoulders, and you have to push through it no matter what.” she paused, her hands still glowing as she worked on his wounds. “but you do have a choice, drew. and right now, that choice is to let me help you. to let me carry some of the weight for once.”

her fingers brushed against his cheek, wiping away some of the dried blood from his face. she offered him a gentle smile, though worry etched deep into her features. “you’ve been through hell, but you’re not alone in this. you don’t have to fight it on your own anymore. just… let go. i’ve got you.”

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"Who's to say?" Drew wasn't the most confident normally. If anything, he considered a normal amount of sureness in himself. At work? He was supposed to be more in an alluring and drawing personality. Which he could fake. But around Tatiana it was growing harder and harder to do so. Those eyes of her on his form sent a shiver up his barely clothed spine. "That a fact," He whispered and then giggled before reaching out to take her hand. To lead her back to the familiar room that the two of them had spent so much time in, "There's not an offer here that could be better than yours, Daddy."

"You say that like you don't want me here." Tatiana knew that she was playing with fire, this was Drew's place of work and the last thing she wanted was to be some creep who crossed a line while he was just doing his job. There was the trouble, whatever happened between them whenever they went to the backroom felt like more than just business, there was something electric between them. It was the reason that Tati kept coming back from more. "You know it's not that, not even close." Her eyes traveled over his form, he really was stunning. "I came here because I can't get you off my mind. So, do you want to dance for me tonight or do you have better offers on the table?"

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Even in a hurry, Evie had time to touch and grab him and he moaned out with each one of them. The moment her hand made contact with his thick cheeks the first day, he knew was in for it with her. She was beautiful, regal, powerful and they always felt at ease around her. It was no fair with how attractive he found her. Then she put her cock in him and he fell harder. It was an addiction he always wanted to feed. Sometimes he thought about sending money to his parents for sending him here, but that would certainly draw up some questions.

When she frantically began to pound into him, the pale, buxom boy slid a little down for the perfect angle- to both bounce and to feel all of her. And bounce Drew did. The sound of skin against skin was music to his ears. "All d-day, Daddy. You feel so good inside my ass," Drew whined with an open mouth, eyes rolling back with each frantic thrust. "I-I...-Fuck! I love it when you fuck me roughly. M-Makes me feel like a dirty slut."

"Of course everyone deserves a bit of representation." She said offhandedly as she came to stand behind him. Evie rubbed her engorged length over his pale cheeks. Her hands move to palm and squeeze their plump ass. The former high powered business woman had a weakness for fat ass little sluts like him.

Pulling the lacy fabric aside she gripped her length and slowly began to feed it into him. When Evie was balls deep she released the fabric and instead grabbed Drew by the waist. Her free hand grabbing the hair at the back of his head to hold him in place as she started to pound into him.

"Of course you did. You'd bounce on Daddy's fat cock all day if I let you." She grunted slapping his ass hard a few times as she kept up her grueling pace. Evie didn't have the time to be gentle. Too desperate to drain her balls before the festivities started. Plus she knew the good little cock sleeve beneath her preferred to be used roughly.

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"And what sort of position they're in. Very helpful; lord knows Dakota gets mad when people think hard femmes can only be women and bottoms," He laughed gently and then gasped loudly at the appearance of the familiar cock. No matter how many times he took it, sucked it, saw it and so on, it was still a regal sight. Something he would have never expected to see when his parents made him get a little 'summer job' with Evie.

At the order, the employee nodded slowly, trying to draw their eyes away from the magnificent cock in front of him. Over the side of the desk, the pale boy leaned against the wood and danced the thick cheeks of his ass for her to admire. To admire before she took his panties down and plowed into him like she so often did. "It's been hours but I missed your cock so much, Daddy."

"That's a rather ingenious idea. A bit like a stoplight party to let you know who is available." She mused as her eyes practically undressed the other. Evie grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up to expose her hard cock. It was kept in place by a set of garters keeping it pressed to her leg. Freeing herself, the girthy length sprang up hard and in need of attention. "But you're always available to help."

Imagine she should feel a bit guilty about this. To be honest she had in the beginning. Drew's parents had practically offered up their child on a silver platter to try to ingratiate themselves with Evie. And while she very much enjoyed using them she planned on making things hard for the parents.

"I'll just have that fat ass of yours for now dear. I don't want to stain the front of your prerry costume with cum or drool by having you give me head. We'll save that for later in the night. Now go ahead and get in position, the event starts in 30 minutes. And that's only barely enough time to get me off and get you cleaned up."

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drew's vision and hearing faded in and out. what had happened to him had left drew on death's doorstep. ximena was there and he could feel her. could feel her helping him, healing him, making it possible for him to bounce back from this after a given amount of time. but that wasn't a thought he settled on for long. all he wanted to do was sleep. to close those painted and pained eyes and not open them for weeks. it would worry her surely though.

the brunet flicked eyes open as she spoke again. "take your time," he whispered. there's a smile, with white teeth half covered in the blood that had dripped from his nose. it was dried now, thankfully. one last thing to concern himself with. the open bits of skin with oozing wounds were also feeling drier. but he could also be fading a little too aggressively.

the beauty is unsure of how long until he comes back. not too long obviously since he was still being patched up and they were still outside. he could feel the pooling blood beneath him, touching the exposed legs that come out from his skirt. "you say i could stop like...like i have a choice. not exactly on my list of things to do."

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ximena worked quickly, her hands steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. drew was leaning back against the wall, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage she had tied around his arm. her jaw clenched at the sight—he had been reckless, too reckless, but now wasn’t the time to scold him for it. that would come later.

she ripped open a sterile pad, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling the small space as she dabbed it against the gash. the creature had been vicious, more brutal than either of them had expected, but drew had taken the brunt of the attack. ximena’s heart twisted in a way she hated to acknowledge, the sight of him hurt stirring something raw and protective in her.

“hold still,” she muttered, her voice low but firm. she didn’t need him wincing or flinching. he was tough, she knew that, but there was only so much pain even he could hide behind that stubborn exterior.

her fingers worked methodically, cleaning the wound as best she could. blood had soaked through his shirt, staining her hands as she pressed gauze to the deeper cuts. she could feel the heat of his skin beneath her touch, too warm for comfort.

“you’re lucky,” she said, her voice tight as she tied off the final bandage. “another inch, and you wouldn’t be sitting here. you’d be…” she cut herself off, shaking her head. the thought of losing him was one she didn’t allow herself to entertain. not now, not ever.

her eyes flickered to his face, catching the exhaustion in his features. she sighed, softer this time, and sat back on her heels, wiping the blood from her hands with a rag. the room was quiet except for the shallow breaths he was taking, the silence weighing heavy between them.

“you can’t keep doing this,” she finally said, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. her hands rested on her lap, still stained with his blood, as she looked at him—really looked at him. there was a part of her that wanted to reach out, to smooth the hair from his forehead or to take his hand, but she didn’t. instead, she settled for a long, heavy gaze.

“i’ll finish stitching you up in a minute,” she said after a pause, clearing her throat and looking away. she couldn’t let him see how much this had rattled her. the succubus didn’t get rattled. not like this.

but the fear had settled in her chest, deep and unwelcome. she shoved it down, buried it beneath her calm exterior as she prepared the needle. this wasn’t over yet.

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"Oh. It definitely isn't. My friends and I decided on a little group sort of thing. We thought it'd be fun and it's quite a neat little show. Plus we color coordinated it. Bottoms get the pink with the switches. Tops wear purple," Drew explained and then smiled wide as she kept on the subject on the costume. "Glad you approve, Ma'am."

The full sight of the other's costume made his legs shake a bit with wonder. She was truly a sight to behold at all times. Especially now or especially after she was done using him and just stood above him, naked and powerful. He could worship her in those moments. "Of course, Daddy-" A smirk appeared and he sashayed over to her. "Quickie? Mouth and ass or just ass?"

"It's rather interesting. I didn't realize that movie was popular again." Evie said ever the professional while being watched by prying eyes. It was only when she was in her office door shut and locked that she turned to have a good look at his costume. "I wasn't expecting this but I can't say I'm not pleased."

Evie was dressed in a pearl white dress with various gold adornments and a halo crown. Playing up the God complex people assumed she had. Walking over to her desk she patted the cleared surface as a smile appeared on her red lips.

"As for what I need your help with. If I'm going to be mingling with these idiots for the next five hours I'll need to be taken care of. I was thinking a quickie now. And throughout the night you take care of me as the need arises."