#RIP Monster Mu

[goodbyeapathy8]

I ordered Korean mu and received a monster instead.

Normally, mu is the length of a banana and the thickness of an orange. Grapefruit if it's a large one.

Weeeee! groceries sent me a BABY SIZED MU.

Oh you think I'm exaggerating? Good thing I took pics for evidence, with references.

Monster Mu is bigger than my face.

Monster Mu is thicker than my thighs (laughcry let's not comment on that)

Monster Mu is bigger than Mignon (a friend told me it looks photoshopped but I promise you, my poor hand and arm was trembling as I had to support the Mu Child with only one hand whilst I took the picture)

Although Moko looks bigger, it's his poofy fur and I'm pretty sure Monster Mu is bigger than Moko

There was some mild panic as I didn't even know if my knives could cut through this thing but the Legend of ShenLi OST provided sufficient badassery in the background.

Additional credit to my handy dandy cleaver but there was definitely a bit of swearing as well as a renewed sense of needing to work out my biceps.

A third of it is now simmering in kkongchi jorim (꽁치 조림) and I suppose the rest will be made into kkagdoogi (깍두기).

[moonamite]

His lil wave. UGGGGHHHHHHH

[sunderwight]

Shen Yuan who glitches in his transmigration, but the original Shen Qingqiu still dies of a qi deviation.

So the System still needs someone with narrative relevance to throw Luo Binghe into the Abyss. In a fit of desperation, it contrives circumstances after Shen Qingqiu's death to move Luo Binghe to An Ding Peak (not that difficult), and then the System makes Shang Qinghua be Luo Binghe's new scum master who casts him down.

Airplane's thrilled, really. Cultivators aren't supposed to get ulcers but damned if he doesn't come close to one anyway. Between Shen Qingqiu and then just a while later Liu Qingge both dying from qi deviations, and Shang Qinghua looking like a stiff breeze could take him out any day now, poor Mu Qingfang is also just about at his wits' end.

But it's not all bad news! On An Ding Peak, Luo Binghe actually finds himself surrounded by the kinds of people who are accustomed to being bullied by the rest of the sect. So they're pretty sympathetic to him, and it's easier for someone with basic laboring skills to advance on that peak too. His chores don't decrease too much, but he actually gets rewarded for doing them well, and no one tries to kick him out of the dorms or anything. Shang Qinghua doesn't either go out of his way to bully or praise Luo Binghe, correctly reasoning that his best shot at not getting a gruesome death is to just be a more forgettable bad guy than an abusive dirtbag or a heart-wrenching betrayal. He doesn't sabotage Luo Binghe's cultivation (no point, and it would just farm resentment later) but he also doesn't go out of his way to help him improve (not gonna arm his inevitable maybe-probably-murderer with better weapons!), so Luo Binghe's situation sees an overall improvement but not the zero-to-hero treatment he'd have got with Shen Yuan either.

When Shang Qinghua shoves Luo Binghe into the Abyss (he just full on picks him up and tosses him like a sack of beans, better to rip it off quick like a bandage), LBH is upset, but he's not especially surprised or dismayed about Shang Qinghua's part in it. Later on he'll be kind of confused, because he just assumed that of course the righteous sect cultivator would abhor the demon, but it turns out Shang Qinghua has been working for a demon since before Luo Binghe even came to the sect? But then it still kind of makes sense because a Heavenly Demon would definitely pose a risk to Mobei Jun and to Mobei Jun's rule. Shang Qinghua, he supposes, is just really loyal to his specific demon.

Luo Binghe's subsequent revenge quest is also somewhat mitigated by the Abyss actually not being that bad.

The Abyss is not actually that bad thanks to the glitched out Shen Yuan having been camping there for several years now.

So when Shen Yuan's transmigration failed it failed because he "woke up" during the process, realized where the System intended to put him, was like no way in goddamn hell am I being that guy about it, and actually kind of won the ensuing tug-of-war. The System couldn't put him in Shen Qingqiu but Shen Yuan didn't want to go back to his dead body either, so he ended up stuck in the nearest available space for lost interdimensional beings. Which was the Endless Abyss.

Luckily Shen Yuan's quasi-transmigrated imparted an equivalent cultivation level as Shen Jiu's to him, and the glitch made him able to sense and manipulate certain extra-dimensional energies, so he manifested as this weird godlike being able to manipulate and control aspects of the Abyss. So he set about transforming Airplane's Torment Nexus into a viable ecosystem (the current version would not be anything approaching sustainable were it not for divine/narrative intervention, and is constantly on the verge of destabilizing into unlivable ruin that would only be fit for some particularly hardy microorganisms).

It's still like, a monster land full of demonic creatures and terrifying phenomenon, but with Shen Yuan's assistance it becomes something more like a demonic wildlife reserve than a dimensional horror plane. Though it is still a dimensional horror plane, and Shen Yuan is its chief dimensional horror. He treats it sort of like those dungeon building or wildlife park sims, figuring out how to keep everything in balance while still preserving all the interesting parts. A lot of the extreme survival issues of the Abyss are more of a result of it being environmentally unstable than a result of its actual denizens, and once he smooths out a lot of the messy dimensional edges and creates stable vents for the fluctuating energy run-off, the demonic inhabits start behaving less like horror movie monsters and more like animals. They're still wild and dangerous and prone to killing one another, but also more cautious, and able to access enough stable resources that they can even start to be picky about what they pursue.

Turns out that a lot of creatures in the Abyss actually don't like fighting and dying and being brutally injured on a regular basis, even if they can heal from it!

Shen Yuan has even discovered that some like chin scritches (he's not terribly worried about habituating them to people, given how rarely any people actually access the Abyss, but also because he's not really all that people-ish himself these days).

This means that one of Luo Binghe's first encounters with the horrible creatures of the Abyss, is in fact a pack of wolf-like monsters thoroughly avoiding an actual fight with him. In fact most of the denizens of the Abyss just avoid him. They can smell the Heavenly Demon energy rolling off of him, and given the current abundance of alternatives to dealing with that, virtually none of the monsters actually choose to challenge him. There are still a few that will go after anything that's bleeding, but that problem stops once Luo Binghe's physiology heals his wounds, which takes like... a couple hours, max.

Despite the stories he's heard, Luo Binghe is relieved to find that the Abyss is not quite so terrible as all that. Normal survival skills suffice for seeing him through much of it. He's able to hunt for food, scavenge for tools, and even finds potable water fairly easily. After a few weeks, he also comes across a ruin which seems to be inhabited.

The being inhabiting it is plainly a god, although he demurs and refutes such assertions whenever Binghe is too frank. He's a strange being, at turns looking like some queer approximation of a human, at other times blinking and winking in and out of existence, in patterns of strange lights and oddly geometrical fire. But he's surprisingly not hostile, letting Binghe rest in his residence, and even directing him towards points of interest. Accompanying him, too, though he seems to think that Binghe doesn't notice the odd almost spiderweb-like patterns that appear on things which he's influencing. The god calls himself The Peerless One, or at least that's what Luo Binghe infers from some writings on the ruin. The Peerless One offers instruction, seemingly without thinking about it, and gets flustered at being addressed by title, so Binghe also begins to refer to him as Shizun after a while.

[halloweenacara]

all my beasts! my main account is totally full now rip. names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat & has become very fond of a certain zafara.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side. not afraid of anything- in fact, she has a sweet spot for the scariest resident, alder.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

kilroy - steampunk zafara, he/him - a knight from the golden era of meridell- sort of. he was brought to life via a wayward spell from mac, pulling him from the pages of a book of old meridellian tales. he's a little lost, but taking it in stride- besides, he has a cute lil acara to help him out.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

cake - snot chomby, it/its - slime monster. one of veknir's experiments gone awry- well, it made a new creature, but cake's a rebel. it chose its name after coming to life and immediately raiding vek's lab minifridge. it has a massive sweet tooth- flora is its best friend- and takes its sick axe guitar everywhere (it can't play it)

remy - halloween xweetok, he/they/she - the owner of the october house. the oldest resident (besides kilroy, technically?) and also the hottest (according to remy). if he's not ominously swirling a glass of something red in the study, he's at some club doing drag.

diaveli - halloween ixi, she/they/it - some variety of horrid clown thing. her entire existence is dedicated to tormenting aske and causing problems.

chimaera - lab rat, they/them - they have chronic health issues, but visiting the lab ray and changing their body calms their aches. it also leaves them ravenously hungry and pays fairly well. they also "work" at maxie's gift shop. they sometimes play on pup's streams as a guest.

mac - mutant lenny, he/him - wizard. he spends all his time hidden away in his tower, practicing spells or mixing potions. his hermit-like tendencies are partly because he needs privacy for his evil machinations and party due to crippling social anxiety.

croaksby - candy quiggle, he/him - butler, janitor, etc. a long-suffering servant, croaksby has worked for remy for a long, long time. he does actually enjoy his work- if he gets frustrated with a resident, he can always add a touch of poison to their nightly tea/coffee/borovan- not enough to kill them, of course...

[hadesrise]

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, werewolf!reader, bottom!miguel, heat cycle, breeding, knotting, marking, free use kink, monster sex, belly bulge, squirting, slight bloated belly

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. based on this and this wonderful thirst from a wonderful author.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Miguel O’Hara, who wants to be used by you for your own pleasure, wants you to ruin him, make his cunt take your big fuckin’ cock, breed him, mark him yours. He knows the risk of full moons, how it affects your werewolf genes and makes you feral, a stark contrast to the way you usually are. He knows how it can make you lose your mind, being fully consumed by the animalistic urge to just fuck and knot something, anything.

He knows and yet, he still chooses to unlock the door of the chamber in the Spider Society Base made specifically for you to deal with the heat cycle alone and away from anyone in order to prevent any accidents, claiming he has the responsibility of taking care of your every needs; the only one, that is.

Miguel O’Hara, who instantly drools at the sight of you growling and snarling, glowing yellow eyes tainted in lust and the urge to breed, snout baring sharp teeth that itches to bite and mark something, like an absolute feral animal. His wet, quivering hole clenches around nothing, heat pooling in the depths of his stomach as the want to be wrecked and knotted by you increasingly grew. You could fuckin’ smell it, the scent of his desperation and want, his prepped, lubbed up hole ready to be used. It causes you to let out a deep, hungry growl as you waste no time to manhandle him onto the bed.

Miguel O’Hara, who’s bent over in a mating press, his own claws scratching the mattress as each of your rough and heavy thrusts rips out screams from his throat and destroys his fuckin’ cunt, your big inhuman sized cock practically rearranging his guts and creating a bulge in his fit stomach. Hole utterly used and abused, Miguel couldn’t do anything but sob as you force him to take your cock, mercilessly pulling orgasm after orgasm, not stopping even after he’s violently shaking from overstimulation.

“Fuck! Wai— aghhh! T-too much—! Too mu— ohhh!” He would struggle against you, sobbing uncontrollably because it felt so fuckin’ good it hurts, only for his wrists to be pinned down by your clawed hand as you drill into him more, ripping another scream out of him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, sparks appearing in his vision. Drools and tears dripping down his face, his own cum covering his body, everything felt messy and filthy.

You let out a low snarl, the human mind completely shut down with your animalistic urges instead taking the lead. You could feel it, sense it, smell it — how much he loves this, being treated like a sex toy, like a female animal in heat, insides begging to be your cum dump, to be bred and knotted until his belly’s swollen. The knowledge causes you to bite down hard on his shoulder with a possessive growl, no doubt leaving a huge mark as the metallic taste of blood touches your tongue. The pain immediately makes Miguel toss his head back on the pillow, eyes wide, screaming and body convulsing, cum weakly shooting out of his cock from how much he came.

Miguel O’Hara, whose tongue hangs out from his mouth at the pure ecstacy, mind completely fucked dumb by you, vision unfocused as whines, moans, and screams erupts from his sore throat. He feels your big cock convulsing inside him and he trembles in anticipation and excitement despite not being in his right mind, abused hole tightening more around you, as if to beg for your cum.

Miguel O’Hara, who babbles incoherent words and stupidly begs for your knot like a whore, throwing away every bit of sanity and pride and dignity he had left. Desperate for your cum like a bitch in heat, even though you’re the one in heat right now. He sobs and begs for you to breed him, fill him up to the brim, get him pregnant. Let him be your personal breeder.

Miguel O’Hara, who moans erotically and loudly at the feeling of your knot stretching his hole and your huge load of cum gushing into him, thoroughly filling his womb as his cock squirts on his stomach that was still bulging. Eyes rolled back into his skull, tongue out, and trembling violently, unable to come down from the intense climax. You were still cumming, Miguel could feel his belly start to bloat from its amount, whines leaving his lips. A werewolf’s cum is twice the amount of humans, as expected.

He hears a soft growl rumble from your throat before you started purring, licking his shoulder and neck affectionately as your cock finally stopped shooting ropes of white semen, and he moans softly, your loose grip on his wrists allowing him to tug them off so he could touch your soft fur.

Miguel O’Hara, whose lips are stretched upwards to form a dumb smile on his face as he rubs his thoroughly bred belly, whimpering happily at your knot still not retracting.

And just like that, he limps out of the chamber with your cum still inside him only to come back the next day begging for you to knot and breed him again.

Miguel O’Hara, who knows he certainly won’t be able to walk for days if he continued this, yet can’t bring it in himself to stop.

After all, a good and generous leader takes care of his member’s every need, right?

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[animasolaoriginal]

I n f a t u a t e d ♦️NINE

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾️THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN◾FIFTEEN SIXTEEN◾SEVENTEEN

When he comes back from his jog turned errand run, he finds her with a bit of a temper - nothing he can't deal with and correct immediately. And the lesson doesn't stop there...

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Praise kink. Vaginal sex. Sex toys. Assisted masturbation. Hand job. Thigh humping. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 9k

EIGHT 🟥 NINE 🟥 TEN

When he returns to the apartment, the sun is setting behind the large windows, tinting everything in a bright orange hue. The jog that he had planned to get his mind in order had turned into an errand run. A visit to the club, checking in, to delegate some more things he didn't know he needed two days ago. Many phone calls, arrangements, orders. A stressful ending to a perfect weekend. And after all that, his mind is still in disarray. Full of her.

He shouldn't have left her for so long.

Putting the bags down on the kitchen island, he inhales deeply, runs a hand through his hair and mentally prepares himself for what he may find in his bedroom. Unlocking the door, he isn't sure what he is seeing.

There's a pile of blankets in front of the window, a little mountain of sheets and linens, and by the looks of it, she's stripped almost the entire bed to wrap herself in her little cocoon. He approaches the window slowly, watching how the bundle in front of him moves slightly, barely noticeable, just a little shiver when her deep breaths hit the window pane and fog up the glass.

He crouches down beside her and gently puts his hand on the soft fabric, and she stiffens, holding her breath, before her head slowly emerges from between the blankets, her eyes blinking tiredly as she meets his curious gaze.

“Hey, baby,” he whispers. “What are you doing here? Did you build a fort?”

She huffs a scoff and turns away, staring through the window down at the city that's getting ready for the night. It's already dark on the streets, lamps like little dots that can't disperse the shadows, while the sun sets slowly behind the tall buildings around them.

“Are you hungry, darling?” he asks quietly, both his hands on what he assumes to be her shoulders under the many layers of fabric she's thrown over herself.

Her voice is muffled, but the tone is clear when she repeats his question in a mocking tone. “Are you hungry... what do you think?” she adds, burrowing out of her cocoon to glare at him, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. “The only thing I ate all day is the fucking cum that you pumped into my stomach!” she croaks hoarsely, her voice louder than he's used to hearing. She sounds downright cranky.

He backs away in surprise, not having expected such an outburst. Not from her, his perfect little girl, who's been so submissive from the moment she woke up in his bed. She may have a point, but he doesn't like the way she talks to him.

Straightening up, he grabs the blanket and rips it off her without much resistance. She yelps as she tumbles to her side when he gathers the fabrics in his arms and throws them back onto the bed, then stares down at her darkly. He pauses as she crawls backwards, pulling her knees to her chest. She is wearing one of his hoodies that sits around her tiny body like a potato sack.

He clenches his jaw, meeting her wide eyes. “So you went through my closet, huh?” he says quietly. “After I told you not to?”

The defiance in her eyes wavers, her breath quickening. He's never felt more like a monster as he looks down at the slowly deflating bundle in front of him, the little rabbit sinking into herself as the wolf looms over her, baring his teeth.

“Well?” he snarls, still in a low voice, loaded, dangerous.

She looks away, sinks her fingers into the thick fabric, pulls it closer around herself. She mumbles something he can't understand.

“Speak up!” he says, a notch louder, making her flinch.

“M-missed you,” she repeats quietly, muffled as she presses her chin against her knees, hiding half of her face in the wide neckline of the hoodie.

He narrows his eyes, not sure he heard correctly. Slowly he crouches down in front of her, extending a hand to pull the fabric away from her mouth. She winces, stiffens when he touches her, eyes even wider, full of fear. “Say that again.”

She bites her lip, swallows hard, blinks quickly. “I... I... I've... m-missed you...” she whispers then, her voice that low little hum in the atmosphere, a sweet sound, a fleeting impression. “Y-you were gone so long...”

There's a strange sting to his heart, a little ache, his stomach tensing up as well. He doesn't know what to make of it. But his body reacts before he can think more about it, his big hands hooking under her arms, pulling her to her feet (she looks so fucking adorable, the hoodie is so big it's almost reaching her knees, the sleeves falling over her hands, hanging off her like boneless limbs) – before he unceremoniously throws her over his shoulder, that little bundle of limbs and hair and his hoodie, and she yelps, grips the back of his shirt, struggles a little bit, but ultimately stops fighting him the moment he leaves the bedroom.

Holding her legs, her small body bouncing on his shoulder, he carries her to the kitchen, then carefully puts her down on the counter, as careful as his trembling hands allow, before he grabs her face and stares at her, his breath fanning over her quivering lips. Her big eyes are glistening, fearful, all defiance gone. He's tempted to let it slide, forget about the mocking tone she's had (before she's tried to confuse him with her pitiful confession), but she has to learn her place.

“Next time you talk to me like that,” he whispers darkly, brushing his nose against hers, “I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week!” She gasps, shivers, furrows her eyebrows. “And if you wouldn't look so goddamn cute in my hoodie, I'd do the same thing right now. You'll never go through my stuff again, understood?”

She nods frantically into his hands. “Y-yes, sir,” she whimpers. “I... I'm sorry...”

He exhales loudly through his nose, closes his eyes for a moment, then looks at her again, tilting his head to brush his lips against her jaw before he whispers into her ear: “So you missed me, huh? How much?”

She flinches, rapid little puffs of air leaving her flaring nostrils. He grips her throat with one hand while the other slides under the hem of the hoodie and finds her heat, fingers dipping right between her folds. No underwear. And it only takes him a few strokes of his fingertips and she's wet for him again. But it's not enough, he can tell when he presses his finger against her entrance. Her muscles are tense, stiff almost.

“Should have used the toys, baby...” he whispers, watching her closely. “This will probably hurt now...”

Her mouth falls open, her hands reaching out to grip the front of his shirt, to push him back or pull him closer, he's not sure and neither is she. She stares at him, eyes watering, this pure little thing, folding to his threats. The hand on her throat moves up to cup her face, wipes at the wetness under her eyes, while he keeps pushing his finger deeper into her tight warmth. She issues something like a croak, a voiceless little noise of protest or discomfort, but she doesn't squirm, doesn't try to pull away.

She just sits there on the counter, holding onto him, looking at him, and he can't help it, he leans in and captures her quivering lips for a deep kiss. And she moans against him, fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt, leaning into him, moving her lips, her tongue against his own, kissing back as needy as he's ever seen her. She really missed him, huh?

Still kissing her passionately, he slips his finger from the tight grip of her cunt and grabs her waist, pulls her towards the edge, nudges her legs apart, stands between them. Her feet hook around his legs, anchoring him against her. He gives a dark laugh into her mouth, gripping her hair to pull her head back a little. She gasps, lips red and swollen, eyes almost black with how dilated her pupils are.

His hands fumble with the fabric of the hoodie, push it up and around her waist, he's tempted to rip it off her entirely, but the idea to fuck her while she's wearing his clothes fuels his want for her even more. So the hoodie stays on. Her hands fall to her side before she braces herself on them, fingers (hidden under the long sleeves) curling around the edge as she watches him push his pants and underwear down. Holding her hungry gaze with the same hunger, he grips his cock and gives it a few pumps before he presses the tip to her entrance.

No preparation, he's going in raw, he needs it, she deserves it. Her face tenses when he forces the tip in, she's so tight, tighter than usual, and it takes him a few nudges to sink the first inches into her. Her breath quickens, and she fights the pain, he can tell, her eyes watering, her arms shaking as she white-knuckles the counter. His hands find the dip of her waist, and he rolls his hips into her, feeling her resistance, the tense muscles fighting the intruder.

Watching her closely, he pushes deeper, inch by inch, his cock squeezed by her clenching walls. He wants to just slam his pelvis against her, hammer his way into her, bury himself with violence, but she's already on the verge of losing it, face red, lips pressed into a thin line, the first tears rolling from her lashes, body shaking under the sensation of him impaling her raw.

His hand finds the back of her neck, and he pulls her against him, meets her mouth with a smack. She's greedily leaning into him, legs raised, feet digging into his lower back, hands reaching up to grip at his shirt again, as he keeps moving his hips into her, steadily, with so much restraint he feels his legs trembling. She yelps against his lips when he reaches her deepest point, her muscles still tight around him, but he only grips her hip and starts hammering into her more, determined to fully fuck her open.

Her gasps and whines are swallowed by his tongue plunging into her mouth, as he tastes her, absorbs her. She seems a little distracted by the kiss, or too overwhelmed to properly acknowledge the pain anymore. She even wraps her arms around his neck and throws herself against him, and he allows it, holds her in place, lets her bury her face in the crook of his neck while he pistons his cock in and out of her, slowly finding it easier and easier to sink into her warmth.

She's that pliant thing in his arms, perched on the edge of the counter, a tiny body to use for his own needs, and she still seems to lean into it, into him, clinging to him, warm little breaths against his neck. He groans when her walls clench around him, squeezing his cock, in a different way than just protest. It's almost intentional. He wraps both arms around her, holds her pressed to his chest, while his pelvis smacks into her with fervor, need, hunger, back and forth, fast and hard and deep.

He can feel her tears on his skin, hot and wet, but not as hot and wet as when she presses her mouth to his pulse, muffling her noises, a little self-indulgent gesture while he takes what he wants without mercy, her own needs shining through as she starts sucking on his skin. He groans, grips her tighter, moves even faster, it's a whirlwind of sensations, his head spinning, his cock throbbing inside her, her cunt gripping him as needily as she grips him.

It's his rapid heartbeat in his ears, the wet slapping of skin against skin, lewd squelches every time he plunges deep into her, their breaths loud and rough, and he's right on the edge, so close to losing it all, when he rips her off him, grunting animalistically when he pushes her down on her back, her wide eyes glistening, his hand shaking when he grips the hem of the hoodie and pulls it up to expose her fluttering stomach.

He can barely contain himself, he's so fucking close, his balls tight, cock rock hard as he slips it from her warmth, grips it with a force (ignoring the thin layer of blood on it), and it's barely a few seconds before he comes with a deep growl, shooting his load onto her pure skin, watching breathlessly how her fingers sink into the fabric of her (his) hoodie and hold it up, letting him soil her slender torso.

He braces on his arms, head sunken between his shoulders, breathing hard, chest heaving, spent cock resting on her pelvis, twitching, leaking the last drops onto her skin.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees her hand moving, and he freezes when he sees her dragging her finger over her stomach, gathering his cum, before she brings the same finger to her lips, licking it up. He leans back, staring at her, feeling a new wave of excitement rushing down into his groin as he watches her clean herself up, tasting him, taking every single drop he gave her. His head is fully spinning now.

Once she's done, he straightens up fully, steps back, puts his hands under her arms to hoist her off the counter. She immediately goes down on her knees in front of him, and his hoarsely whispered “Clean.” has barely left his mouth when she is already on him, her little tongue lapping around his length. He grips her shoulders, inhales deeply, tries to calm his racing heart. She's so eager to lick up any excess cum, even puts his tip into her mouth and sucks on him hard, and he has to pull her off him when he feels himself twitching.

She stands up, looking at him with her cheeks bright red, that little thing buried in his big hoodie, her hair messy, lips swollen, eyes glowing, pupils still dilated. He knows she didn't come, he finished too quickly, but that doesn't seem to bother her. His hands find her face, rub at the corners of her mouth, before he bends down and kisses her softly. “Good girl,” he whispers, staring into her eyes, watching her reaction to his praise, how she bites her lip, smiles shyly, blushes even more.

He gives her another forehead kiss and straightens up, rolling his shoulders, before he pulls his pants back up and tucks his dick away. Without another word, he grabs her wrist, hidden under the long sleeve, and drags her around the kitchen island, slips onto a bar stool and lifts her up onto his thigh effortlessly.

She leans into him, fingers fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie in her lap, while he pulls the bags of takeout closer to him. Upon seeing the food he's putting in front of her (mostly finger food like fries, chicken wings, nuggets, bread sticks, chips, easy things to grab while on the go – he really has to put in more effort to feed her properly in the future), he can hear the low rumble of her stomach, making him smirk.

Poor thing, living the entire day off the cum he made her swallow. A thing she blamed him for, but that's still better than nothing, right? And she clearly seemed to have a hunger for it too, with how she went down on him. Rubbing her back, he feeds her some fries, and she lets him, watching him with curious eyes as she chews.

It's another one of these strange moments, the peace after the storm, little innocent instances of domesticity that he really has to get used to, wants to get used to. It's a nice balance, one he knows she needs, one he didn't know he needed as well.

They keep eating in silence. She always waits for him to offer her a new bite, never takes something herself. This submissive little thing on his lap, big eyes on him, mesmerized, caught in his web. Blushes every time he shoots her a smile. He has her, body and soul, he feels it. His arm wrapped around her waist, hand heavy on her thighs, brushing against her fingers, he watches her, lured in by her innocent beauty. Maybe she has him too...

“So what did you do while I was gone?” he asks quietly, moving his grease covered finger along her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out, hesitant, licking along his fingertip.

“Looked out the window,” she mumbles, focused on his finger. “Watched the cars go by, or tried to. They're so tiny from up here...”

He huffs a laugh, grabbing another fry. “You really had no desire to play around a little?”

She blushes deeply, averts her eyes, shakes her head.

“No? Are you afraid of my toys?”

She purses her lips, shrugs her shoulders. “I... I just don't know how to... use them...”

“Really, baby? After all the sex we've had you don't know how to push a dildo up your cunt?” He shakes his head, exhaling loudly as he shifts her on his lap.

“It... it's not the same,” she mutters under her breath, sinking into herself a little, squirming in embarrassment.

His hand moves along her neck, fingers teasing against her throat, before he grabs her chin and makes her look at him. “You prefer my cock, huh?” he teases with a smirk, meeting her big eyes. She blinks, tries to look away again. He grips her jaw harder. “Come on, don't be coy...”

She inhales sharply when she looks at him, swallowing against his hand. “I... I think so...”

“Say it,” he says, staring her down.

She sucks in another breath in clear discomfort. “I... I prefer... your... your cock...” she whispers barely audible.

He leans down, pulls her chin up, captures her mouth for a short but deep kiss. Sighing contently, he leans back, brushing his lips against her nose. “Flattering, really,” he says and smiles at her as he sits up straighter again. “But you know, I cannot entertain you all the fucking time,” he adds, watching her as she bites her lip. “And you have to learn to prepare yourself for me...”

His hand moves along her neck, slips into her hair, before he twists his fingers around the soft strands. She gasps as he pulls her head back a little.

“I'll teach you how to use them...” he whispers, his eyes wandering over her flushed face, already imagining stuffing her holes, seeing that look of shame and arousal filling her pretty eyes. She'll probably cry too, and he can't wait to see that, hear her little mewls, hold her down as she squirms and fights the sensations he's going to show her.

But he has to wait. Even if patience isn't his strong suit. He lets go of her hair to caress her scalp, licks his lips as he watches her. Then he leans past her and grabs a few more fries, feeding her casually as if not already planning out the rest of the night.

Once most of the food is gone and she's that happily humming thing on his lap, leaning against him, fed and content, he holds her for another moment, before easily picking her up and setting her down on the counter. She watches him curiously when he stands up, he only ruffles her hair and walks to the fridge, grabs two small bottles of water and rummages through the bags he's brought.

She frowns when he returns to her and hands her one of the bottles, sets the other down next to her, before he fidgets with the little box in his hands, then presents the pill to her. “Take this,” he tells her, waiting for her small fingers to scrape over his palm as she picks it up hesitantly. Once she does, he takes a look at his watch, memorizes the time, and watches her put the pill on her tongue before she brings the water to her lips and swallows hard.

Another thing he has to be patient about, for her birth control to take root, even though thinking about filling her up to the brim until she's leaking from her puffy little pussy is occupying a large portion of his mind right now.

He exhales loudly, his hand on her cheek as she parts her lips to show him her empty mouth. “Good girl,” he coos, giving her a strained smile and a quick forehead kiss. “Ready for a little training session?” he then offers with a wink. He knows she isn't, but he picks her up anyway, doesn't wait for her reply, takes what he wants as usual.

Carrying her to the bedroom, she seems to make herself intentionally heavier, molding into his arms, leaning against his chest, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Poor thing. She has to know by now he isn't done with her yet.

“Go make yourself ready for bed,” he tells her once he sets her down and she reluctantly unfurls from his hold. Nodding, she follows the order and vanishes into the bathroom while he slips into his closet and changes out of his work-out clothes into something more comfortable.

She's still washing up when he rummages through the nightstand to gather the tools he'll need. It's a large assortment of different things, but he picks the ones she might not be as intimidated by, even picks the brightest colors for the most part. The quiet tapping of her footsteps sounds behind him, and he turns around, squaring his shoulders before he extends a hand to her. She's still wearing his hoodie.

“Raise your arms,” he whispers after he's pulled her towards him. She does, watches him while chewing on her bottom lip. He holds her gaze as he moves his hands down to the hem of the hoodie and pushes up the fabric, palms slowly rubbing over her bare skin until he pulls it over her head and throws it behind her. She's shivering, instinctively covering herself up.

He lets her, gives her the illusion of safety, allows her some modesty. He's seen every inch of her by now, and she's still shy about being naked in front of him. Cute. Innocent. A smile curls his lips as he leans in and grabs her face, eyes boring into hers, before he closes his lips around hers for a relatively chaste kiss. She kisses back almost immediately, her minty tongue extending to meet his, as she soaks up the gentle touches, her arms relaxing, hands finding his forearms.

Breaking the kiss with a sigh, he leans back, holds her face, watches her closely. Her eyes are big, but not frightful, pupils dilated. Perfectly pliant. His hands move to her shoulders, and he turns her carefully, making her face the bed and the array of sex toys he's lined up for her. He feels the shudder that crashes through her small body at the sight. Holding her upper arms with a firm grip, he leans in, rests his chin on her shoulder. She stiffens.

“I want you to choose,” he tells her quietly, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She's still biting her lip.

When he releases her, he gives her a gentle nudge, and she takes a step towards the bed, staring down at its contents. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he watches her, how her shaking hands move over the smaller and bigger items, before she picks up the smallest toy, a bright pink dildo, barely an inch in diameter, three inches long, thin and barely considered making a difference in his eyes. She's certainly taken way more before.

He scoffs, she flinches at the sound and turns to him, holding up the small item. “That one? Really?” he teases, holding up his pinky finger that has about the same dimensions. “Pick something bigger, sweetheart.”

She inhales deeply, looks back at the items, then chooses the second smallest thing. Of course. He sighs, steps past her and picks up a baby blue dildo, about one and a half inches wide and six inches long, shaped more lifelike than her pick. This'll do nicely, she can handle this for sure. He places the toy in her small hand. She stares at it, hesitantly closes her fingers around it.

“Now pick a butt plug,” he tells her, leaning back, resuming his watching stance behind her.

A tiny little whine escapes her, a mix between a sigh and a scoff or a wail? He isn't too sure. He knows she's not happy about this, but she'll have to learn. She takes her sweet time looking at all the different plugs. He has quite the collection he realizes. Metal ones, silicone ones, glass ones, small and tear-shaped, bigger and more rounded, cute bejeweled bases with thin necks and more practical ones formed like a handle, some are short, some are longer, some ribbed, smooth or made of balls pushed into a line.

She picks up the smallest metal one with a heart-shaped base. He sighs, and she drops it, a shiver running through her tense body. Her fingers glide over the line of toys as if she's waiting for his reaction. He smirks, lets her hand move up the bed towards the longer ones. He exhales loudly, and her hand stops, landing on a smooth silicone one, black, with a round base, thin neck and an elongated body, probably double the length she's had in her cute little butt before (aside from his cock of course). Progress.

He sees her swallowing when she picks it up. “Good choice,” he says with a wink as she turns to look up at him. He takes both toys from her hands and places them on the nightstand, then quickly gathers the rest of the items up and puts them back into the drawer. He considers grabbing the lube from the back of it, but then refrains. No need, he'll want her to remember this...

“Wait here,” he says, holding her gaze for a moment. She nods, frozen to the spot in front of the bed, chest rising and falling faster, arms stiff at her sides, hands balled up into fists, and he walks into the closet and grabs the floor-length mirror that he positions against the wall, facing the side of the bed. He meets her confused expression in the reflection.

Without explaining anything, he steps behind her, hands on her shoulders, before he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it towards where he discarded the hoodie. Then he sits down on the edge of the bed, far enough to allow her space between his legs, and pulls her towards him, one hand heavy on her stomach as he scoots her closer to him until her bare back meets his bare chest. She inhales deeply, a furrow between her eyebrows, her cheeks burning up.

Their eyes meet in the mirror. “I want you to see everything,” he whispers, leaning closer, brushing his lips against her ear. “Open your legs, baby.”

She stares at him, goosebumps rippling over her skin, but her thighs remain clamped together firmly. He gives her a few seconds, then his hand closes around her leg, long fingers almost completely encircling it as he slips them between her soft thighs. She bites her lip, her hands gripping at his wrist, but she stops protesting eventually, slowly allowing him to have a better view at her cute little cunt.

He kisses her earlobe, moving both his hands to her thighs to hold her wide open. She looks away, breathing harder. “Now show me how you would normally touch yourself...” he whispers, smiling when her breath hitches a little.

She's struggling, visibly struggling to make her hands move down to her sex, her cheeks flushed a deep red, lip worried between her teeth, a deep crease between her eyebrows. “I...” she stammers, breathing a little harder. “I don't –”

“Come on, darling,” he says almost softly, planting kisses along her neck, feeling the heat of her blush and her rapid pulse against his lips. “You can do so many things for me... but not this?”

She still hesitates, and he closes his eyes as his patience runs out. A yelp escapes her when he grips her wrist and forces her hand between her legs, eyes opening slowly as he meets her fearful gaze in the mirror.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice low and quiet, bordering on angry. She whines a little, lips parted and quivering, tears shimmering in her wide eyes. She pushes hard against his hold but ultimately fails when he presses her hand down, his fingers guiding hers towards her folds. “I'm gonna take my hand away now. Show me what you can do...”

He does as he said, watching her closely. Her hand remains cupping her mound, her eyes fixed on her own reflection. He curls his fingers around her thighs, holding her wide open, waiting, trying to be patient, his nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths to calm himself down.

And slowly she starts moving, bending her middle finger, rubbing slowly up and down her lower lips, a concentrated look on her flushed face. She's slow and uncoordinated, fingers shaking, her breaths labored but not from how she touches herself, more from embarrassment. She clearly has no idea what she's doing.

He inhales deeply, shaking his head. She looks up at the motion, meeting his dark gaze. “I... I'm sorry,” she mumbles, biting her lip. Without replying, he brings his hand back to hers, his long fingers hovering over her smaller ones. He slips them between hers and moves her hand higher, rubbing her palm over her heated skin. She flinches a little when he presses the heel of her hand against her clit, moves it in tight circles until her breaths turn even more frantic.

Then he lets go of her again, watching her. It takes her a few seconds before she repeats the motion he's shown her and another few until she realizes it's easier using her fingers. Two fingertips press against her sensitive nub, and she gasps when her thighs twitch at the sensation. Holding his gaze in the mirror, she rubs herself faster, lips parted, breaths rough. She increases the pace even further when he gives her an encouraging smile.

Soon she's panting between his legs, caged in by his thighs, held by his hands, observed by eager eyes as her small body shivers and convulses slightly. “That's it,” he coos softly. “Keep going... almost there...”

His words spur her on, and she moves her fingers faster, harder, against her clit, rubs through her glistening folds, up and down, teases between them. He feels his own heartbeat accelerating as she presses her back against his chest, anchors herself. He feels her thighs twitching uncontrollably against his hands.

She gasps and mewls, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks burning up, lips quivering. Her hand curls into a claw, thumb pressed to her clit, fingers digging into her soft lips, and he can see the slight hesitation when she pushes two fingers against her entrance. “Go on...” he whispers, watching her shudder when he leans closer. “Put those fingers where they belong...”

A little moan escapes her when she does, tiny fingers slipping deeper into her wet little pussy, and then she's just gone. Her head thrashes back against his shoulder, body spasming hard, thighs fighting against his grip to clamp together, while she slips her fingers in and out fast, as deep as they go, while her thumb prods her nub in frantic little motions. She stiffens when she comes, wailing quietly, squeezing her eyes shut, while he keeps watching her in the reflection, a tiny body overcome by pleasure with her fingers buried deep in her own sex.

“Good girl,” he praises when she comes down slowly, relaxing in his hold, breathing harder. He kisses her neck and feels her rapid heartbeat against his lips.

He gently grabs her wrist and pries her fingers out of herself. Her eyes flutter open, only a little as she turns her head and looks at him directly, licking her lips. He meets her hooded gaze and brings her hand up to her face, her small fingers glistening in her own juices. She freezes slightly when her own smell hits her nostrils, but he only smiles and moves her hand higher until it's hovering in front of his face.

She blushes an even deeper shade of red when he extends his tongue and licks along her middle finger, sucking the tip into his mouth, tasting her sweet essence. A hum escapes him. She watches him closely, curiously. When he brings her hand to her lips, she opens her mouth almost automatically, and he smiles at the submission, before he feels his cock stirring in his pants as she licks up along her own index finger, tasting herself, inhaling deeply as she does so.

He lets go of her hand and grips her chin, turns her head more towards him to capture her glistening lips for a quick but deep kiss. She gasps into it, shifting against him until she drapes her legs over his thigh, her small hands, one of them wet, pressing into his stomach. His arm wraps around her, pulls her closer, before he leans back a little, looking at her with a dark smirk.

“We're not done yet, darling,” he whispers, and while she frowns in confusion, he leans over her and grabs the toys she's chosen earlier. She stiffens immediately when he puts the baby blue dildo into her hands, placing the plug to the side for now. He rearranges her between his legs, facing the mirror, his hands going back to her thighs to pry them open.

She lets out a quiet whine when he exposes her glistening cunt, her hands shaking as they grip the toy harder. He watches her for a moment, observes the struggle as she turns it between her fingers. With how tense his stomach is, there's no more patience within him. Snatching the dildo from her hands, making her wince, he grips her throat with his other hand and leans her back against him, her chin tilted up, eyes wide in the reflection.

“Do you want to be called a good girl again?” he whispers, lips brushing against her ear. She nods frantically. “Then behave like one.” She swallows against his palm, breathing loudly through her nose. “Open your mouth.”

Again, she hesitates, and he closes his hand around her neck until she obliges, parting her lips, tongue out flat, her chest rising and falling faster against his arm. He brings the blue toy to her mouth, prods the lifelike tip against her upper lip, then slips it a little deeper. She lets out a muffled whine, but as soon as his dark eyes land on hers in the mirror, she stiffens, holds his gaze, slowly closes her lips around the object and moves her tongue against it, hollowing her cheeks slightly.

He pushes it deeper, fingers holding it tightly against her, and she flinches when he hits the back of her throat. His hand on her neck holds her in place, ignoring the shudders of her body, as he starts moving it back and forth, in and out, coating it in her own saliva. Her hands shoot up and close around his wrist, fingernails sinking into his skin, but it only fuels him, makes him move the toy faster, deeper, and when she gags around it, he tightens his grip while he watches the tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes.

His cock stirs at the sight. Her head is heavy against his shoulder, her body jerking into him the more he teases the back of her throat. The pleading look in her eyes is mesmerizing. He stops his motions, holds the dildo right at the edge of her throat, squeezes her neck, stares at her. She blinks her tears away, a deep crease between her eyebrows. A smile creeps up his lips.

Pulling the dildo back, he watches her relax immediately, melting into him, taking deep breaths through her nose. A strand of saliva connects her lips and the item when he puts it back into her shaking hand. She uses her free one to wipe at her mouth, then swallows the excess spit and licks her lips. Her small fingers close around the base of the wet toy.

Instead of waiting for her to get her bearings, he hooks his hands under her knees and lifts her legs up, makes her put her feet on his knees, and while he looks closely at her exposed pussy, he notices the deep blush still finding ways to make her skin look even more flushed. He nestles her between his legs, holding her, watching her, a silent “Come on already...” in his impatient gaze.

She brings the blue dildo to her wet folds, hands shaking badly, her whole body tense while faced with a task he really doesn't think is that hard. She never fights him when he puts his cock into her, not much anyway, but seeing this kind of hesitation makes him wonder why she's so shy to use toys.

It's either the humiliation to do it in front of him or she really never felt the urge to seek her own pleasure. Must be her submissive nature to let others do the work for her instead of doing it herself. As if she can't get any more perfect. Well, there is still room for improvement, but he's certain she'll adjust just fine once that first barrier is broken down.

The toy looks bigger in her small hand, but it's nothing compared to his straining erection throbbing in the confines of his underwear. She should be thankful he lets her practice with something smaller. His hands tighten around her thighs, holding them up, his arms caging her in while he looks over her head, so close to completely losing his patience.

But then she pushes the tip of the object against her entrance, and with how he holds her, she's spread wide open, and it slips right in. A little yelp escapes her, but he only smiles. She catches the movement of his lips and stares back at him, eyes wide, still glistening, lips parted and quivering, as if waiting for his praise. But he denies it for now, she's not done yet.

And so she starts moving the toy in and out, slow little nudges, until half of it is covered in her juices. “Deeper,” he growls into her ear, watching her like a hawk. She bites her lip and grips the base harder, pushes it deeper, body jolting against his when she meets a little resistance. “Keep going...” She does, slowly, hesitantly, completely unsure what she's doing. His breaths grow louder, more impatient, the urge to grip the toy and shove it in and out of her himself overwhelmingly strong.

But she has to learn. Slowly, she adjusts, her fingers cramped around the base as she keeps moving it in and out, always a little faster, while her breaths quicken and her thighs twitch in his hold. It's beautiful to watch how the discomfort on her face turns into bliss, how her lips quiver and part more with each flick of her wrist, how her eyebrows furrow before they relax, how her eyes roll back as she frantically plunges the blue toy into her reddened pussy, the squelching sounds telling him how wet she is, how aroused this makes her after all.

Little mewls and moans escape her as she presses her back into his chest, grounds herself against him, feet digging into his knees, toes curling around them. Her legs spasm into his hands, the urge to close them, press them hard together, is the last fight she fights before she succumbs to the sensation and cries out, stilling the toy inside her as she convulses against him, her stomach fluttering as she comes.

His eyes are fixated on her reflection, her small hand relaxes, slowly pulls the toy out of her clenching cunt, her walls clinging to the soft silicone, drenched in her juices. There's a little popping sound when it slips out, her pussy gaping for a moment, her wetness seeping out slowly. She's panting now, meeting his gaze in the mirror. He takes the soaked dildo from her shaking hand and brings his lips to her cheek.

“Well done,” he whispers, watching her shiver at his words, her pupils dilating a little more. “Now let's put this where it belongs,” he says, and she relaxes at first when he leans over her, but then stiffens immediately when he shifts her on his thighs, hooking his arm around her leg as he brings the toy back to her glistening folds.

“Wait... what...” she stammers, but he ignores her and pushes the blue thing right back between her clenching walls. She yelps, squirms against him, he doesn't care. He nudges it in all the way until only the flat base pokes out, and when she tries to grab at it, pull it back, he slaps her hands away and cups his own palm over her mound, holding the toy in place.

“You need to get used to having something inside you, baby,” he tells her, meeting her flustered gaze. “You'll sleep with this tonight.”

She frowns, biting her lip, writhing uncomfortably against him. He leans over her, hand still on her sex, feeling the toy nudging against his palm as she tries to push it back out. His gaze is dark and intense, and she freezes, eyes wide. He opens the bottom drawer of the bedside table and rummages through the contents. The cuffs are clinking against each other, the ropes are soft against his fingers, before he finds what he's looking for.

The leather straps gleam in the dim light. She's fallen silent and still at the sight. “It's a harness,” he explains. “It'll keep the dildo in place overnight.” It's a mixture of a chastity belt and a harness normally used for strap-ons, but he doesn't have a use for either of those, just a means to help her adjust. It's basically a very rigid leather thong, and she already knows those.

She lets out a pathetic whimper when he starts pulling the straps up her legs with one hand before he nudges her to stand, his other hand still pressing between her thighs. She's shaky on her feet, grabs his shoulder for support as she watches him fasten the straps until the contraption sits snug around her hips, the thick leather band between her legs keeping the toy from slipping out, running all the way from below her belly button to between her ass cheeks.

He moves her hips playfully, testing the device. Everything stays in place. Good. “How does it feel?” he asks, looking up at her as she stands between his legs, this tiny thing with her big eyes, overwhelmed yet again.

“Full,” she whispers, and he smiles softly and pats her fluttering stomach.

“You'll get used to it,” he says, his big hands rubbing up and down her sides.

His eyes fall onto the plug still lying beside him, and he hesitates. Both at once might be too much for her right now, so he sighs and puts it back on the nightstand. Her eyes follow the motions, and there's relief on her tear-soaked face.

He looks at her, waits for her to meet his gaze. She licks her lips, the quick motion of her tongue making his stomach tense up. “You can only open this if you have to use the toilet, understood?” he says, his fingers gliding over the buckle sitting a little above her pubic bone. “And the toy goes back in right after. No cheating, or I'll have to punish you, won't I?” She nods, he tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, sir,” she replies quickly, worrying her lip back between her teeth.

He smiles, pulling her closer until she sits on his thigh, wincing when the toy inside her moves with her motions. Patting her legs, he watches her, then raises a hand to wipe at her wet cheek. “You're doing great, sweetheart,” he says softly, tucking a strand of silky hair behind her ear. Looking at him, she leans against his shoulder, seeking his warmth, his praise. So eager. So innocent.

He wraps his arms around her and holds her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. One moment. He gives her one moment of reprieve, a little bit of comfort, before he can't ignore his own urges anymore. Without another word, he grabs her shoulders and makes her stand again, eyes on her, her surprise evident on her flushed face.

“Kneel,” he says, watching with growing adoration how she flinches, then immediately follows the order and goes down between his legs, hands gripping her own thighs as she bites her lip, shifting a little until she finds a comfortable position. He can only imagine how the hard thing inside her makes her feel right now. Not that he cares.

He grabs her chin, pulls her closer, while his other hand pushes down his pants and underwear to release his throbbing erection. She swallows, her eyes flicking to his groin, before she looks back at him, awaiting the next command. And it's that moment that he realizes he may care after all.

This girl. How she's kneeling there, so obedient despite her own discomfort, her big eyes on him, waiting, ignoring the state of her body, forcing herself to remain calm, breathing through whatever goes on in that pretty head of hers. This fucking girl. After everything he's done to her, took from her, everything she had to endure, everything he made her do, a weekend full of abuse, she is still kneeling there, looking at him, waiting, wanting to please.

She's so fucking perfect...

He inhales deeply, shifts closer to the edge of the bed, one hand on the fabric of his pants, the other moving to caress her face. For a moment he's fighting the quite obvious urges that rage inside him, that make his cock bounce angrily against his lower stomach. It's a primal instinct to force himself on her, a need to be satisfied, a desire to dominate, but as he looks at her, meeting her patient gaze, there's something else rushing through his veins.

A need to protect, to hold, to comfort her. Something he's never felt before. And it's scaring him more than he likes to admit. Because he isn't afraid of anything in this cutthroat world, he's adapted to it, he's become the one to fear. That's the way it's always been, for many years, ever since he discovered this side of himself. To have this girl of all people make him pause in following his desires... it's strange. Unreal.

It's the doubts whirling through his head that make him stand up suddenly, causing her to flinch away, but he just hooks his hands under her arms and pulls her up and against his chest, embracing her tightly, feeling her small body shivering against his, her hesitant hands finding their way to his back as she returns the hug. He presses his lips to her hair, inhaling deeply, taking in her sweet aroma, the innocence oozing out of her like something that's messing with his senses, clouding his mind, a silent death nestling in his bones.

With her in his arms, he steps out of his sweatpants and underwear and climbs onto the bed, turns off the lights before wrapping the covers around their bodies as he lies down with her, pulling her against him when he rolls onto his back. She settles on his chest, a warm wet cheek pressed to his shoulder, a small hand flat on his stomach, her leg automatically hooking over his thigh as she moves closer to him. An instinct, for her to search his warmth, for him to hold her against him.

Despite it all, it feels familiar.

And he would have settled for it, fell asleep like this, but then he feels her moving, pushing off the blanket, slipping from under his arm to place chaste kisses down his torso with her hand slowly inching closer to his groin.

“What are you doing?” he mutters. She's never initiated this before. Only ever did what he told her.

“Y-you... you wanted me to... do this, didn't you?” she whispers into his skin, looking up from under her lashes as she rests her chin on his hipbone.

He considers it, but then he shakes his head. “No,” he replies quietly, grabbing her arm to pull her back up. “Just use your hand...”

She stiffens when he puts her back on his chest, a crease between her eyebrows. Resuming her position, leg hooking around his thigh once more (he can feel the cool leather of her harness pressing into his skin), she moves her hand down his abdomen and blindly fumbles to grab his cock. Her fingers close around it, as best as they can (so fucking small), and start moving up and down his shaft.

He relaxes into the bed, inhaling deeply, one arm behind his head, the other rubbing along her back. She tilts her chin up to look at him, biting her lip, watching him closely. Blushing deeply when he meets her gaze. While she works her hand around him, the pressure of her fist getting stronger the longer she does it, more confident, and he smiles at her which makes the corners of her lips twitch as well.

What a cute little creature.

Exhaling loudly, he leans in, the arm around her pulling her up a little more until he can capture her mouth for a heated kiss. She gasps into it but soon mirrors his movements, kissing him back with the same hunger, her tongue flicking around his, a sensual dance while the grip of her fingers and the flick of her wrist get harder and faster, causing him to groan into her mouth.

He feels the telltale tension settling in his stomach, the tightening of his balls, his cock twitching in her hold, but before he allows himself to tumble over the edge, he angles his leg up, making her flinch when his thigh presses between her legs and against the harness holding the toy inside her.

“Grind on my leg,” he tells her between kisses, voice rough with impending release and the desire to give her something back.

She shifts on top of him as she starts moving her hips back into his leg, whimpers falling from her lips that he tries to swallow with eager flicks of his tongue. She's warm against his skin, warm and wet, her body shuddering, the hand around his cock trying to keep up while her other hand hooks around his arm for support. He holds her while she presses her pelvis into his thigh, over and over again, her breath quickening, mingling with his.

Her eyes are hooded and glistening, cheeks burning, and he pauses his kisses and watches her, pressing his forehead to hers to stabilize her. Little mewls escape her, her thighs clamping down around his as she nears her peak. The thought of her humping his leg with that baby blue dildo stuck inside her while her walls probably clench and unclench around it, the heat gathering inside her with nowhere to go, makes him growl in his throat.

He moves his hand down and closes it around her smaller one, helping her along as she tries to jerk him off. His motions are much rougher, and it doesn't take him long to unload right against her stomach, spurt after hot spurt, grunting loudly as he feels the tension dissolving into pleasure. “Fuck,” he groans and presses his mouth to hers, savoring the warmth of her tongue moving against his, her sweet taste.

His leg jerks against her, and she cries out against his lips, succumbing to the shudders of her small body, uncontrollable little spasms as yet another orgasm crashes through her. The wetness that makes it past the toy stuck inside her seeps into his skin. He lets go of his spent cock and brings her hand with him, rolling her onto her side before he does the same, facing her, holding her hand tightly in his as he watches her.

She has her eyes closed, breathing heavier, slowly coming down from her high. He leans in and kisses her damp forehead. A little mewl escapes her, and he pulls her closer to him, curtly noticing the stickiness on her skin, but he doesn't care about cleaning up now. He's too content. It doesn't matter. Inhaling deeply, he rests his chin on top of her head as she buries her face in his chest. His free arm grabs the covers and pulls them back around them before he lets his hand rest heavy on her lower back, holding her against him.

“My good little girl,” he whispers into her hair, feeling a shiver crashing through her. “Sleep now. You did so good.”

She relaxes against him, deep breaths fanning over his skin. He closes his eyes and leans into her, slowly falling asleep with her hand still braced between his long fingers. He wonders how he was ever able to sleep without this tiny warm thing in his embrace.

48 hours. A chance encounter. A decision on a whim. And he's not regretted a single second. She's perfect, and he knows he did the right thing. He'll never let her go ever again.

EIGHT 🟥 NINE 🟥 TEN

End notes: I don't even wanna try to recap the weekend these two had, it feels unrealistic to be honest, but that's the fun with fiction, isn't it? 48 hours of almost nonstop-fuckery? Sure! Why not? Anything goes!

So. We have one more chapter to seal the deal, so to speak, (for now). Let's look at this as if it's the finale of a season, because there will be more! Sir and Darling's story is not yet done!

(Btw: a little reminder that the whole concept of inches is very foreign to me (give me centimeters >_>), but I tried to keep it universal for you guys, so if the dimensions of these toys feel strange to you, that might be it.)

Thank you for reading! Next chapter on Monday!

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[tcfactory]

That greatsword post going around is making me think about Yue Qingyuan and his only slightly cursed Xuan Su and while I really like the big thick fantasy blade of the Seven Seas illustration, if we want to picture an oversized sword (which might just fully be fanon tbh, I recall it being referred to as 'longsword' in the English edition, same as all the other cultivator weapons), then a zhanmadao would probably be more realistic. It's an anti-cavalry sword, and something that's good against horses in the hands of mortals would definitely be effective against monsters in the hands of a cultivator.

It would still put him in the cool kids club because Mu Qing canonically uses one. It can be (a little awkwardly) carried on the hip, which is mentioned as something YQY does at one point. It can be drawn in a relatively speedy manner if you just throw the scabbard away and fetch it after you are done fighting (RIP YQY). When it's sheathed it would still be the equivalent of a long and pretty heavy staff - a blunt weapon with a good reach can get a lot of work done!

Plus while I was reading around I did see a theory that some zhanmadao got really beefy and heavy because they were primarily developed during a period when all the warring armies liked to put heavy armor on their troops, so a longer + heavier weapon was better when you were trying to beat the shit out of someone, in case you couldn't get through the armor.

He would probably need a second sword though, for the times when he's actually required to cut something. Maybe even just a sad little dagger, so Xuan Su doesn't get jealous or something.

[teufelsabbiss]

Story-idea: Liǔ Qīnggē secretly has demonic ancestry

Liǔ Qīnggē/Shěn Qīngqiū

The Liǔ Clan has a secret that is so well kept that not even all family members know about it. In the early days of the Clan's founding, they had a staggeringly large number of people who had affairs or marriages with high ranked demons and resulting demonic offspring.

The whole family upholds a deeply ingrained creed of valiant righteousness and honor, which makes this ancestry not only baffling, but also hard to suspect for outsiders. By now, the demonic genes are so diluted that it's pretty much undetectable and of no consequence for most. However, a lot of the Liǔ Clan members develop preferences, habits and behaviors that rather closely resembles demon behavior - if one knows what to look for. Every few generations there might be offspring where this is especially distinct.

Liǔ Qīnggē is such a case.

Joining Bai Zhan was a perfect fit for his constant lust for battle and the need to roam the land to search for prey. Bai Zhan was also known for rough treatment of everyone since its founding, so beating up his disciples for training and asserting dominance is seen as perfectly fine. His arrogant, blunt brusqueness is not necessarily liked by all of his fellow peak lords, but easy enough to accept as quirk. Rising to the bait Shěn Qīngqiū threw at him every single time and obsessively seeking sparring sessions with his despised martial sibling was always very troublesome and concerning, though.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after Shěn Qīngqiū had a Qi-deviation that changed him so much that he even saved his rival's life in the Lingxi caves. Everyone with the exception of their sect leader, who always wants to think the best of Shěn Qīngqiū no matter what, is surprised by this. Liǔ Qīnggē is even grateful enough to take on the duty of helping Shěn Qīngqiū to clear his meridians regularly after he got poisoned and they spend time together without devolving into insults and fighting. Everyone thinks, now that the two buried their hatred, all would finally be peaceful.

Liǔ Qīnggē gets weirder instead.

Weird enough for his fellow peak lords to notice and worry, most of all Yuè Qīngyuán and Mu Qingfang. He's dropping monster carcasses on Shěn Qīngqiū's lawn as if he wants to drown him in them! And while the idea behind it is really nice, since these monster's parts are good for cultivation and therefore helpful in general and for the now poisoned Qing Jing peak lord in particular, the way Liu Qingge does it is pretty disturbing. Giving Shen Qingqiu the extracted parts in a qiankun bag or box would be the normal thing to do. It's entirely unhinged to plonk down a whole, gruesomely chopped up, still dripping carcass! Frankly, Mu Qingfang understands why Shěn Qīngqiū was worried whether that was a threat at first (especially with their history).

His insistence on accompanying him on missions and night hunts is noted as commendable concern at first. Sending someone along to make sure the poison isn't acting up is sensible and Yuè Qīngyuán wouldn't have it any other way. The sect leader is glad they get along so well now. But Liǔ Qīnggē gets weirdly aggressive and restless whenever someone else is picked. Until he one day right-out growls like a demonic beast and demands to be on the mission as well. It's a minor, harmless one, too! Poor Shang Qinghua, who was originally assigned, nearly faints and fears he'd be ripped to shreds unless they take him with them. He's assigned automatically after that.

Wei Qingwei checked Liu Qingge for possession and is very sure he's himself. Qi Qingqi and other peak lords checked for curses and also came up negative. It's incredibly tempting to make fun of Liǔ Qīnggē for having a crush on his former rival and resident lecherous scum. But Liǔ Qīnggē's explosive reaction to the teasing is startling and causes more effort to identify hidden curses or well-concealed possessions. Still negative. Their Bai Zhan war god might just be really crazy after all! Maybe they need to have an eye on that...

That he always finds and returns the fans Shěn Qīngqiū leaves behind in his new forgetfulness is noted and seen as rather cute. Until people realize he has memorized each fan the man owns and zeroes in on any he sees lying around like a blood hound who finds wounded prey in his territory. And that he viciously snarls at anyone else who dares to pick them up or offers to return them. It's a lot less cute then.

At that point everyone is worried about this and that he might snap and cause havoc in the brothel. Because, really, he says he's not in love with Shěn Qingqiu. But what else could this be, other than a disturbingly obsessive crush? Luckily, Shěn Qīngqiū stopped visiting the brothels after his last big Qi-deviation. Surprisingly, Liǔ Qīnggē is very adamant about having been wrong about him and these visits, because supposedly Shěn Qīngqiū was there for completely different reasons than sex. He knows better now, he questioned the prostitutes.

As weird as that statement sounds, this very much means he already went there to interrogate the poor prostitutes like a jealous lover after all! At this point, no one is sure it would've ended well if the prostitutes had told him something else.

It's high time they do something! Yuè Qīngyuán is delicately questioning Shěn Qīngqiū whether Liǔ Qīnggē acts in an uncomfortably untoward way around him. It's a huge relief that he apparently doesn't. Yuè Qīngyuán really hopes this stays that way. But it's extremely troubling how oblivious Shěn Qīngqiū is about Liǔ Qīnggē's obvious interest and resulting unhinged behavior. If they didn't know better, thanks to Hong Jing and the various other tests they made by now, one could think Liǔ Qīnggē was replaced by a demon.

After receiving a very concerned and insistent shovel talk from his sect leader, Liǔ Qīnggē vents his frustration about this unwarranted warning to his sister. Who questions him on the behavior that led to it. And promptly facepalms really hard. Then points out to her dear, beloved idiot-brother that his ancestry is making him act like a stupid demon in heat.

Oh.

Oh...

Now that he realized what's going on and how he behaved, he begrudgingly realizes that he likely was interested before too. Fighting someone until they submit is a part of demon courtship after all. To his shame and regret, he just never connected the dots before.

But now that he does, his behavior actually gets better. He stops being aggressive towards his martial siblings. Or rather, it returns to how things were before. As long as they don't poke him. And he declares his feelings to Shěn Qīngqiū and, after hearing that he doesn't believe him, gives him traditionally accepted courting gifts beside the monster carcasses. He may have inherited a lot of the odd, demonic leftover traits from his ancestors and the resulting urge to impress his love interest in certain ways, but he knows how to properly woo someone the normal human way. Time to do that as well!

It gets increasingly harder not to snarl at Shěn Qīngqiū's favorite, spoiled disciple, though. The kid is much too close and impertinent for his tastes around his beloved. He's actually despicably happy when the kid (supposedly) dies during the Immortal Alliance Conference. He luckily manages to successfully hide this, though.

He takes Shěn Qīngqiū on many hunting trips and missions to cheer him up. They get together about two years after the Alliance Conference.

In hindsight, Liǔ Qīnggē wonders whether the courtship could've maybe progressed faster had he realized earlier that Shěn Qīngqiū was 100% convinced Liǔ Qīnggē wasn't into men.

[silviakundera]

Snowfall watch comments backlog, ep 7-8

Ep 7

me trying to sight-read the actual drama name: 冰雪谣 ..ice...snow... FUCK. FUCK. that's the language radical, right? um. 😭 hi google translate, help me yet again por favor.

vocab so tiny I always know like 1.5 characters in a drama name and it gets me nowhere

"My feelings for you make it impossible for me to forget you. I feel restless and cannot bear you might disappear from the world."

Loser Li. bruh.

We pause this gay programming for a check-in on doctor bestie and blind girl

Doctor bestie is not at all pressed. Because he's mildly evil? or he simply can't imagine this loser as a threat? or.... cause he really hopes that Shen Zhiheng will break and eat him, thus chilling the fuck out? 🤔

Blind girl says goodbye to her dad, who is worthless as a parent but clearly succeeded in business with such brilliant insights as: when mysterious animal attacks besiege your town, LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY.

I like that both her parents are different aspects of terrible. The dad isn't a 1 dimensional monster, he just is shallow & selfish. Only willing to do the bare minimum for her, as she doesn't bring him value.

There are peaceful protestors trying to get the protagonist released, so in the grand tradition of corrupt institutions everywhere, Team Warlord turn it into a riot

Doctor Bestie is now concerned and getting involved, going to rich nepo baby for help. Not a bad plan. He's calling Zhiheng not just a friend, but like his closest family. 👀👀

"Mr Shen, I've come to rescue you."

Blind girl makes the most badass move, to falsely accuse him of assault in order to get close enough to give him strength by kissing him with a bloody mouth. Legitimately clever!!!!

Superintendent Chi has our vamp released, I presume due to the press and power brokers in Xia getting involved

Most important: now we're getting the Mu family involved. The 32nd heir of the Mu family 👀

Vamp Daddy Shen Zhiheng and Barely Legal Blind Teen Mi Lan continue checking all boxes of their hurt/comfort trope

Ep 8

Vamp Daddy is taking an ice bath. Because I guess that's a vampire medical treatment now. sounds awful but you do you. Perhaps say something to the blind girl instead of letting her stumble around your bathroom as you sit there naked, though. ??

Nepo baby comes to harass Loser Li but as it pales in comparison to the layers of neurosis in Li's psychosexual fixation on Vamp Daddy: I do not care and you can't make me

Things have become very cute at casa Shen as doctor and teen have invited themselves in. Everyone is having a great time together and Li Man is very satisfied with being bossed around by Vamp Daddy, as long as she gets to fuss over him in return.

Nice scene of Mi Lan with the printing press. Vamp Daddy is getting so cranky about everyone in town knowing she's obviously his girlfriend, when he's the only person who's bothered (including said girl). Let it go, man.

The Mu heir shows up with an entourage giving me TMNT Foot soldiers flashbacks

Can't believe that Vamp Daddy and bestie just feed Mi Lan his blood to see what happens, hiding round the corner to spy on the side effects GUYS. THIS IS HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION ON YOUR GF. asdfghjk

I do appreciate that when he explains simply that vamp blood is not a good cure for her blindness, she actually just accepts his expert opinion and doesn't stubbornly run around trying to do dumb shit. I have a pet peeve about characters who have no knowledge about something but won't listen to the people with actual expertise, and persist in stubbornly chasing after their idea. just to cause plot annoyances.

She's 18 but more mature than some 30 year old characters.

The Mu foot soliders demo their strange shadow powers. Many boxes died this day. RIP.

Again Mi Lan proves to be very sensible: "What would you write?" "If I were to write the ending, I don't think I'll die." She would like her & her boyfriend to survive together, thanks. I feel u, girl.

[moonamite]

A Chet, drawn by THE Chet artist

[devilsrecreation]

I actually do have thoughts on the Season 2 trailer of MAW

First off, it already looks super promising with the MU characters coming back and the entire plotline with Tylor

Johnny’s the CEO of Fear Co. bc of course he is lol. Having said that, it’s really fitting for him. I still bet that Chet is his right hand monster

I love the little Easter eggs during the college reunion clip, like we get to see Frank McCay (the guy in the beginning of the prequel who gave Mike his hat) and Earl “The Terror” Thompson there

“Don’t quit your day job!…Oh wait, that IS your day job” Lmao stop djdhhd

The youtuber DazzReveiws mentioned the kid in the trailer looks like a Cocomelon baby and I can’t unsee it 😭

I wonder what Fear Co. is like. Do they use closet doors or do they scare from under the bed? Or do all monsters come from closets and the bed is just a hiding place? I’ve always wondered that 🤔

Can’t wait to see Duncan again I miss him

I hope Oozma Kappa and the other ROR members come back. I wanna see what they’re up to. Did OK also go from Scarers to Jokesters? Did they move to Fear Co? What’re they gonna think of Tylor? They’d like MIFT altogether cuz misfits

If Javier makes a cameo, I really hope he has lines. I’d love to see what he sounds like. Personally, my voice claim for him is Diego from Awkward Puppets but I also heard Danny Trejo is making a guest appearance so maybe he’s gonna be Javier

Claire looks great, but I wanna know where Brock is. Where is my hype man?

Jennifer Coolidge is apparently another guest star and now I’m curious to who her character is

The new characters look promising too. I’d like to see what they do with Grandma Tuskmon. She seems like the type to bake you cookies if you’re feeling sad but also capable of ripping someone a new asshole if they deserve it

I bet there’s gonna be a lot of references to MI and MU. I can see Mike trying to persuade Tylor into not going like “This is the same guy who dumped paint over me and Sully back in college! You can’t trust him!”

I know Randall’s probably not coming back but can you imagine what it’d be like? Like while Tylor’s dealing with Fear Co, Mike and Sully have to deal with Randall along with keeping the company afloat

Then again, it’d be cute if Randall helped Tylor just to get back at Johnny

“I thought you’d want me to go back to scaring”

“Yeah, but at the same time, screw Johnny”

I can’t wait to know who this lizard lady is

Is she gonna be an unlovable, one-sided villain? A lovable villain? Is she gonna be one of the sweetest characters in the show? Does she have an accent? She looks like she’d have an accent. Or at least an iconic voice.

[herroyalbubbliness]

Alchemy Of Souls- The Finale

An Emotional Whirlwind

Photo Credit: IG @tvn_drama

We explore the concept of monsters. Are humans not the greatest monsters? The human vices of greed, the maddening desire for power, and stopping at nothing to claim it even if we are destroyed in the process.

Is power dangerous or is that determined by the nature of the one who wields it? Leadership Vs tyranny. For example, Jang Uk and Jin Mu. Jang Uk broke records in achieving the highest points of power and the ice stone power rebirthed him and filled him with even power. And yet, even in his grief, he continued to use the power to protect the people he loved and cared about. When you take a look at Jin Mu on the other hand, that at every turn was a tyrant through and through unleashing havoc on the innocent to feed his ego and placate his insecurities.

Nature Vs Nurture. Jang Uk while having a tragic background having lost his parents, and being constantly insulted initially for his lack of powers and "illegitimate" birth had people who showered him with love which he also received and they helped to ground him. And whenever he behaved badly or almost deviated, they brought him back. Jin Mu on the other hand with a tragic background too who was also shown love but refused it and instead preferred to remain paranoid, selfish, and greedy in his thirst for power.

I really loved how everything was tied up in the ending which I had been very anxious about. It turned out to be one of the most poignant, pleasing and satisfying conclusions to a story I've ever seen and didn't seem like fan service either. Hong Sisters said they would give us the happy ending we craved but we will work for it first, haha. I have to say every tear I shed as my heart was ripped out and my chest hurt was worth it and I'll do it all over again.

Every tragic moment was handled with care, and respect and rang true to the nature of the characters and their motivations that honestly if they had remained dead, my broken heart would have understood. It didn't seem like let's kill off some beloved characters so we can have a bunch of tragedies. The scene where Park Jin had to close the door out of responsibility to the people he vowed to protect while damning his wife to her inevitable death juxtaposed with remembering her love and reassurance in full support of this decision, was twisting the knife in my heart.

These people were members of high society and status with power and riches at their disposal and yet when it came to it, they were willing to lay down their lives in service to their people. Powers and riches aren't dangerous on their own, however they reveal who a person is. Lady Jin who gained my respect as she resolved to protect the dangerous relics to her last breath. And I did sympathize with her. There is a Yoruba saying that translates to a dead child as better than a lost child. This is not meant literally as both tragedies, I wouldn't wish on my enemy. It means a dead child, one knows the child is in the grave while with a lost child, one rests not knowing where or what condition the child is in. I'm glad she found some closure in the end with the revelation that Bu-yeon was reincarnated as Jin Seolran and she came to a place of acceptance and could finally show her second daughter the love and respect she had always deserved and craved from her mother.

Master Lee is a strategic chess player, always observing and taking notes. And I believe his being a soul shifter gave him the nuance that was needed to be able to see the whole situation clearly from a perspective that wasn't clouded by the prejudice against soul shifters (and rightfully so).

"Only the impossible can do the impossible" - Lestat

He had gone through an impossible experience (shifting souls without going wild) and could believe the impossible now from reincarnation to star-crossed lovers being happily together to resurrection, rebirth and more. I believe Jang Uk and Cho Yeong's decision to focus on doing what needed to be done to save their world and their marriage which Master Lee said was them declaring their love to the skies were key moments that must have touched Jin Seolran as she could relate to both instances through her personal experiences which may have played a part in her breathing life again into Cho Yeong.

Sacrifice in a time of uncertainty is a recurring theme that beats a drum throughout the finale from Maidservant Kim having to sacrifice her life to help Lady Jin to Lady Jin preventing the unleashing of dangerous relics to Park Jin having to sacrifice his wife to Jang Uk watching the love of his life he just reunited with slipping away and having to do what needs to be done at the same time to Bu-yeon/Jin Seolran that had to wait for years to save humanity before finally reuniting with her love. It sure shows what can be accomplished when a community of people who love the other person and have a common goal can do it. They are almost unstoppable.

This truly felt like a finale as the cinematography looked epic, especially in the scene of the final destruction of the firebird. It made sense that the Firebird will die at the lake where the sky, water, and ice met. And I love that it ended at the Lake Gyeongcheondaeho where it all began where Naksu had fought Songrim and Bu-yeon had discovered the ice stone before she was pushed to her 'death'. This was a beautiful full-circle moment and Cho Yeong was right there with Jang Uk albeit not physically present.

Jang Uk proved what I've always known about him when he gave the plaque to the  Crown Prince. He had never cared for seeking more power nor did he desire a political position. And I love when he told Jin Mu, he would see what it's like for someone with the power to gain even more power as he took control of the Firebird to which Jin Mu burst into a regretful and maniacal laugh in agreement as he burnt to a crisp, said the weak ones die. I found his death satisfying. He had suffered at the hands of Naksu although not as long as I would have liked and was consumed by the very power he had destroyed many lives for. I call it poetic justice.

I love that Naksu went by her birth name Cho Yeong. It signified her rebirth, redemption, her freedom from the shackles that had been placed on her, a new dawn with the love of her life, and her rediscovering and reclaiming who she really is and not the labels (murderer's daughter to assassin) people had tagged her with. She was finally shedding the masks she had been forced to wear and had to wear for survival sake and could finally be her true self both inward and outward. It was also her acknowledging her roots, heritage and the family that had brought her into this world. And I thought it was fitting that the very blade that had been a string on her when she was a puppet was now wielded by Jang Uk fully in control and with one primary purpose in mind to protect her with his life. She let go of Jang Uk as her pupil which was her saying there is only one thing I want you to be, my husband, partner, lover, protector. Naksu had been his master, and Cho Yeong is his wife in her true essence.

This is the power couple I had looked forward to seeing and more. And Jang Uk being her light & Cho Yeong being his shadow, I cannot think of a better symbolism. Even as Naksu/Mudeok, she was always with Jang Uk, loyal to the core and doing everything both possible and impossible to make sure all of his potentials was unleashed. She was the shadow that caused his light to spark, shine and have an impact. And from the first day he saw her beautiful blue eyes, just as light casts every shadow, he protected her (even when he had no powers yet), not allowing anyone else to see his shadow (her being a soul shifter). One could also say as Naksu/Mudeok, she was like a shadow of herself (stripped of her power/purpose, living in another's body), and in her journey with Jang Uk (light), she became her true self. As Bu-yeon, she had absorbed the wraiths (demons/darkness) around him which was the price he paid for being the bearer of the ice stone and warmed his cold body reigniting his light.

I love that Seo-Yul became a master and redefined the requirements to be a mage rather than being defined by the status quo now by passion, character, and good energy also leveraging Cho Yeong's inherited divine powers. In the end Naksu and So-i were wronged by the systems in place and never stood a chance so Seo-Yul overhauling the systems was the best way for him to honor So-i's memory, sacrifice & death and his love & friendship he had found with Naksu/Mudeok now Cho Yeong. Because maybe if So-i and Naksu had an opportunity like this and weren't used by people like Jin Mu all her life, they could have led a different trajectory in a life filled with love, purpose, and fulfillment. Cho-yeong would have never had to become Naksu and maybe her family would have never been ripped apart from her in the first place. It's a thing of immense joy to see that Cho-yeong now has the influence, powers and opportunity to contribute to such a worthy cause. It feels right.

The ending was perfect in every way as Cho Yeong's eyes lit up in blue and Jang Uk felt it and smiled. With her divine powers, she has the vision. She is still calling the shots and Jang Uk is more than happy to submit and do the job as he told her to stay close to him (as his shadow) while he took care of the cat.

[sweetestlamb]

Death Becomes Her

Summary: "You cheated on me."

Author's Note: Smutty smut with very questionable plot devices and kinks. I just needed the real Cho Yeong and Ukie together so I made that happen however unrealistically🙃 if the writers don't have to make sense either do I okay? Cool.

"You cheated on me."

He hadn't know who she was really, not even she had known until her suppressed memories suddenly flashed in her mind and left her reeling because she was the one who had killed him, stabbed him and watched the life fade from his eyes.

And he knew that now but still he had held her like she was something precious and frail, which she couldn't argue not in this new body that held immense divine powers but still was physically insufficient compared to her own body, that was trained with one sole purpose- revenge.

A body he had never even touched before.

A body that had never known love or gentle kisses on closed lids.

"No...I didn't. It was your soul all along and-"

He tries to argue but his words wither away at the look on her face.

"You did not know it was me. You tried hard to fight it, even said unbelievably cruel things but in the end you started to love her and started to let me go."

"Enough! That was you too. I didn't fall in love with her body I yearned for the soul inside. I would have loved you no matter what you looked like."

It's hard to believe. Her real body was never dainty like that of Bu-yeon or even Mudeok. As the shadow assassin Naksu many had mistaken her for a man with her mask on. Could he have loved her like that?

No. He wouldn't. No one could.

And in the end Master Lee presents an opportunity to find out the truth about his feelings.

It's odd to stare down at her own body, petrified beyond recognition yet she immediately recognizes herself, sees all her hard work and years of training. Her tall frame and her strong build, nothing that could be pleasing to a man. And he would be no different.

"I kept it safe just in case. With the divine powers lurking in that powerful body, you can finally remove your soul and return it where it belongs."

Behind her Uk jerks, stepping forward with a scowl on his face.

"We could have done this all along. Why didn't you tell me you had her body?"

Master Lee barely respond to the accusatory inquiry, glancing at them with a stoic gaze.

"It was not yet time and they needed each other for survival. There is no danger now."

And then she feels a foreign power take over, reaching out her hand with certainty that she does not have. A blue glow suddenly surrounds her body and then her skin begins to restore until she is no longer a dry husk but something that at least resembles a human being. And then she feels herself being ripped away, it's painful and unbearable and then it's silent and she's lost in a fog.

Time is unmoving and then she's gasping for air and she lunges up with great gasps for life and she's staring at a face she's never seen before on a body that she had almost gotten used to.

"Jin Bu-yeon?"

Master Lee and Uk both stare at them, one in acknowledgment and the other in disbelief.

"Naksu."

The priestess returns her stare with a benevolent smile, her incredible power almost tangible in the air.

"No. My name is Cho Yeong. Naksu was created by Jin Mu. I am no longer his monster."

"I see."

Master Lee and the real whole Jin Bu-yeon take their life and then only they remain. And he's still said nothing to her.

She should not care. She is back in her body. Can feel her power resting in her core of energy. She was no longer frail or powerless and nobody not even him could ever make her feel that way again.

Yet she finds herself looking at him. Ready to accept whatever fate she will receive.

"This body is not beautiful. It was not meant to be. It was forged in fire and molded for killing and destruction. Look at me. Can you keep your promise still? Are you certain it was only my soul you desired?"

He's still. Staring at her face and then his eyes lower, she can feel the warmth of his stare through her clothes. She has seen those eyes before, felt that gaze penetrating through her soul before.

"Cho Yeong."

She almost cries at his mere utterance of her name. It's the first time he's ever said it. It's the most beautiful sound she's ever heard in her existence.

"Don't underestimate me or my feelings for you."

He steps closer and she inhales a sharp breath of air as his hands hover next to her cheek.

"So this was it?"

"What?"

"The body of the woman I love."

She trembles as he brushes a thumb across the apple of her cheek. She knows her face has lost its gentleness, her jaw has become more square and her eyes have lost their sheen. She is cold and hard just has her tragic life intended.

"Yes. This was it."

She leans up and then stands to her full height, looking him right in his eyes. No longer forced to look up because they are so close in height.

Testing her body she grabs his collar and shoves him into the hard wall with far more force than she was allotted in the body of the priestess. He barely struggles in her hold but she knows he. would have a truly difficult time fighting her dominance over him.

She awaits his disgust and his subsequent loss of attraction.

"I could subdue you easily. This body was built for pain, not pleasure."

He quirks a brow at her ominous words before smiling and pressing forward.

It's not their first kiss but she still freezes at the sudden press of lips against her own.

"Do you want to hurt me? To the world I am wedded to Jin Bu-yeon but know that I will always belong to only one. In mind, body and soul. Do what you want."

It's a foolish request but she answers his call, jealousy and anger searing in her blood. She had hurt him through her betrayal and her pain now equals that. The pain of not knowing who he had fallen for and if he had truly forgotten her and moved on. Had another stolen his heart if even temporarily?

Without cognizant thought her hands are curled around his throat and she delights at his gasps for air. She stares at his handsome face as she squeezes the breath from his lungs, before she surges forward and kisses him with her hands still tight around his quivering neck.

His mouth is slack under her assault, making it easy to penetrate his mouth with her tongue licking as he pants desperate to draw air into his body.

She only releases him when she can feel his body start to sway, surprised at his lack of attempts to stop her cruel display at dominance.

"Do you love me that much? That you could kill me at the thought of me loving another? I should have died with you that day."

Selfishly she agrees. Then she wouldn't be conflicted now, questioning who his heart truly belonged to?

In lieu of responding she rips open his robes, bearing his chest to her hunger eyes.

Instantly she places her hand on the scar, the one he should have never recovered from. The one that he had let another caress without hesitation.

"A terribly sad scar? Is that all I was to you Jang Uk? A scar that festered until it rots and kills you?"

Guilt flashes in his eyes before they darken again with determination.

"I was alone and desperate to die. I gave you everything and you killed me, stabbed me in my heart and then left me to suffer the burden of living. I was supposed to die. I wanted to die. But then I was brought back and you were gone without any answers. I never mourned because I couldn't let you go."

"But then you did let me go. And you let her in. How can you be sure that it was my soul you loved and not hers?"

"Because I knew! I always....you reminded me of your real self so many times but I just couldn't fathom... couldn't even allow myself to wish because if I thought it and it turned out to be wrong it would have been as if you died again. Losing you once was enough. So I feigned ignorance and ignored everything everything inside that screamed that I knew you."

"And what about now? Surely those feelings do not remain now that you see me. The true me."

"No."

It would have broken her heart if it wasn't exactly what she expected. Soulmates. That's how Master Lee had described them. It was a foolish term that meant nothing in reality, she was a shadow assassin and still unworthy of something as precious and useless as love.

"I understand."

She steps away prepared to leave him for good.

"Everything I have felt pales in comparison to what I feel now. I would love you in any body but in this one, in your real one I love you more than I ever had. My feelings from before are miniscule compared to this. Look into my eyes, do you truly doubt what I feel for you? Do you truly not know who I love, who has all of me?

It's me Jang Uk, master. It's me. My soul wasn't shifted, look into my eyes you know it's me.

She can almost feel the rain from that day. Can feel her desperation too, her regret for being too late and for thinking she could ignore her heart and let him die. She cried because it was then she realized her true feelings. Her treacherous heart had failed in its only mission: do not fall in love.

She can see everything in those eyes again. All is bared to her in a glance.

"Come here." She commands but truly it is a plea. She cannot go on one more second without his touch.

This kiss is violent, she bites at his lip and he answers to her fervor ferocious as he rips her flesh open with sharp teeth the metallic taste of blood is enough to make her thighs quiver, she can feel herself moisten at his enthusiastic response. She opens her eyes and watches in morbid fascination as he licks her blood from his kiss swollen lips with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

She smirks at his bloody lips, finally accepting his affection.

With a huff she quickly tugs her dirty clothes from her body, her body is just as she remembers it. Too strong with no feminine curves or delicate skin. Her stomach was all hard muscle and her shoulders were broader than desired in a woman. She had even seduced unsuspecting women before with her large frame, allowing them to believe what her body appeared to be.

"You're beautiful." And the look in his eyes almost makes her believe him. Somehow this body does not repulse him. Although she can see his eyes darting around, she knows what has him staring. She has fought countless battles and received countless scars all over her body in return. She's never been ashamed of them before but now, she wonders what he thinks.

He shrugs off of the tattered remains of his robes, letting the cloth fall soundlessly to the ground.

"You are a fool." She has never known why he wanted her. Will never understand why her, when anyone else would have been a better choice.

"And yet, you are so jealous of me being with another you almost killed me."

And he smiles with the words. Overjoyed at her attempt to murder him.

Idiot.

But her rage flares once more. And she's slamming into him before she can consider if she's been baited, his cheeky grin before she attacks him with her mouth answers her suspicion.

All of her firsts belong to him and this kiss is no different. She's never kissed anyone so deeply and passionately because she loved them enough to kill them. That too belongs to him.

Viciously she jabs at the scar on his chest, vindicated when he jumps and groans in pain.

Only she's allowed to hurt him.

That belongs to her.

His hands rough as he plunders her body, his innocuous touches to her hip and her neck are distracting enough that she's unprepared for his hand to stroke through the slickness hiding between her thighs.

She jolts at the electricity that builds with his touch.

Not willing to be outdone, she thrusts her hand inside his pants eager to feel the proof of his arousal. And she's not disappointed, he pants into her mouth as they both caress each other in their most private of parts.

He licks her mouth in a filthy exchange of spit that cannot be called a kiss and she strokes him from root to tip in retaliation, using the fluids that have collected on his tip to ease her swift motion. Uk lets out a tight grunt of pleasure as he fucks into her hand harshly, his length and power making her slicken further at the thought of him thrusting into a different hole.

She stiffens at his fingers on her breasts, they are small and too tight to fondle truly but he still pinches her nipples and looks hungry at the sight. When she lets out a soft groan he dips his head and his tongue has all thought evacuating her mind. She's merely a bundle of nerves.

"Jang Uk!" She cries as he suckles at her incessantly, his teeth surely leaving a mark on her breasts as he bites at them in equal turns.

When he presses a long finger inside of her she's barely standing under his onslaught, the tides shifting the further they go.

She was meant to be claiming him. But she couldn't even think right now. He was disarming her completely.

Powerlessly she arches into his touch, feeling her nether lips greedily suck him in and accept his hard press into her body for the first time.

"Look at you. Opening up for me so beautifully. I know I am yours, but you are also mine."

He punctuates the word with a particularly hard thrust of his hand, suddenly adding another finger with a vicious twist of his wrist.

"I don't need sweet words. Just fuck me already Jang Uk."

"Hmm? I thought you planned to fuck me. Are you already admitting defeat?"

Her eyes narrow at his blatant taunt and she's moving before the sentence has barely landed, wrestling him to the ground in seconds their nude bodies rubbing against each other.

She presses a finger deep within herself to assess her own readiness and he must enjoy the sight because he groans in response, pupils blown wide and his erection jutting straight out just long enough to brush against her thigh.

She's soaked thoroughly enough to coat her finger and without preamble she lifts her hips and swiftly penetrates herself with his cock with one long deep thrust down.

It's unlike anything she's ever felt before. To have him inside her. She's too full, too stretched her walls struggling to accept the intrusion. But she ignores that all, lifting up before she's ready and slamming back down and it's worth it for the look of complete destruction on his face.

"Who do you belong to?"

He tenses under her brutal riding, there's no finesse to her movement now just instincts. She bounces up and down recklessly taking her pleasure in his body, listening to the hypnotic sound of skin pounding against skin.

The sound of their wet rough coupling fills the room.

"Who do you belong to Jang Uk?"

His eyes are rolling into the back of his head and she grabs his hair in a tight fist, forcing his gaze back onto her. She leans forward to bestow a biting kiss on that sweet mouth whilst bucking in his lap, plunging him even further within her body. Deeper than she thought possible. She swears she can feel him in her stomach.

"Answer me or I'll stop."

And that finally gets him talking, as he grabs her hip as if terrified she'll follow through with her warning.

"You. I am yours."

It's almost what she desires and one look at his mischievous face lets her know it's on purpose. His ambiguity.

She tightens her grip both on his hair and his engorged cock, squeezing him until he's red in the face.

"Ugh! Damn!" He curses beneath her, thrashing about but not enough to stop her.

She plants her feet, prepared to leave bruises at the end of this all. She wants him to feel her for days, wants to fester under his skin so he never forgets this moment. When only his tip remains inside she pierces herself open wider, driving down hard enough to hurt them both- it's what they both deserve and all they've ever known.

"Who do you belong to?"

There are fresh bruises forming on his skin. It makes something dark blossom in her heart. Possession making her continue the break neck speed until he's a squirming screaming mess beneath her.

"Cho Yeong! Fuck! I belong to Cho Yeong!"

She feels something unfurl in her chest as he screams her name and swells undeniably inside her, she knows what's coming and she's eager to accept it all. To be full of him in the most intimate of ways. To feel him spill from her and to watch his own spent color both of their body. To know that this body is the one that brought him to his demise, to know that he belongs to one. To know that he is hers.

"Come for me Jang Uk."

And as he is hers, he has no choice but to obey her.

[truskafka0]

☆☽05.05.24☾☆

Zjedzone: 380 kcal

• Mullermilch zero

• Zupa pieczarkowa

• Lód waniliowy, monster i pare innych rzeczy

Spalone: 280 kcal

Bilans: 100 kcal

Tak trochę do dupy z tym że podjadałem trochę ale nie przeżywajmy. Jestem ogl zadowolony z dziś nawet, serio dzień mi minął spoko, mam 2 nowe mangi w kolekcji, zajebistego misia, puzzle i jakąś tam grę a to że wszystkie pieniądze poszły na chorego chłopca jeszcze bardziej mnie cieszy! Była niezła burza jak wracaliśmy z mamą do domu (rip dla wracających rowerem) ale po jakiejś godzinie/dwóch minęła a jak byłem na delikatnym spacerze to zaczęło się błyskać w oddali (błagam niech w nocy nie przyjdzie burza), a tak wracając do tego kiermaszu to było tam tyle jedzenia (i większość to moi faworyci), był taki kręcony ziemniak smażony i dosłownoe zawsze w wakacke go jadłem, szkoda że smażony jest a nie jakiś pieczony czy coś😭 były ziemniaczki z grilla i gdybym miał większy limit to może bym i wziął, teraz pomyślałem że zamiast tej zupy mogłem tego ziemniora zjeść..jedyny problem że chuj wie ile on waży i by było pytanie jak tu z tego kcal policzyć a na oko nienawidzę liczyć...więc nawet i dobrze że nie kupiłem go, były zapiekanki, WATA CUKROWA😭 i popcorn, jakieś tam rzeczy z grilla oraz najciekawsze, dzik nafaszerowany kaszą. Dość ciekawie to wyglądała ale jakoś mnie nie zachęciło xD ale się o tym jedzeniu rozpisałem...a i kupiłem młodszej kuzynce ogromnego miśka (jest trochę większy od niej) kupiłem teraz ale raczej dam jej na dzień dziecka(cały miesiąc czekania😃) a dla kuzyna są puzzle avengers :3 zostawiłbym te puzzle sobie ale tak noe fair że kego siostra coś dostanie a on nie więc no dam mu. ZNALAZŁEM TEŻ BIŻUTERIĘ Z HELLO KITTY...kolczyki i dwa naszyjniki za 15zł💗💗💗 ogl wydałem dużo, duużo pieniędzy i nie żałuje, był występ zespołu ludowego z mojej szkoły (kiedyś chodziłem ale to noe dla mnie..choć przyznam że nawet ciekawie było) i chryste jak ja im współczuję w tych strojach Łowickich tańczyć w taką pogodę😭 26C° a oni 30 min muszą skakać ma scenie w strojach wełnianych..podziwiam serio. No i to chyba wszystko, jeżeli się komuś chciało to czytać to serio szacun bo nawet ja tego nie czytam przed publikowaniem.

Chudej nocy motylki <33

[rollofleaf]

Kinktober Day 4: Teratophilia

Day 3 just wasn’t sparking joy so I skipped it, enjoy some Sakura being a slutty monsterfucker!

“I swear myself to the Green Mother. I swear to indulge in sacred lust and spread the secrets of others. I intone of this beautiful green to let me prove my devotion. I offer my body and soul to the lust of nature. I beg of you, take me as roughly or as gently as you desire. I will endure it all until you are relieved. I am Her blessed whore, my body to be consumed and ravished by the green.”

Sakura clasped her hands as the prayer concluded. She felt the meadow grass twist and rumble. She bit down on her bottom lip and bent over, spreading her sex with two fingers. “Use me, please. Take me, violate me, treat me like a worthless toy… Fuck, I need it so bad…” And she waited for what the forest would send her. Some nights it was a werewolf in heat, sometimes a fey dryad or satyr. One lucky night had even sent a dragon to ravish her.

The kitsune’s snow-fluffy tail whipped back and forth, covering and uncovering her blessed fruit teasingly. She felt something curl up her leg, a vine tendril wrapping around her foot, exploring the nubile priestess. She grinned, fox ears twitching. “Mmm, please… Explore me as you desire… I am yours, blessed messenger of the Feasting Flower…”

The creature that had woven itself from the forest was a writhing mass of vines and vegetation, a shambler. Normally a monster that feasted on human flesh, she felt comfortable in the embrace of its creeping vines. She was protected by her goddess, the fey Eldest of carnivorous plants and lust. The beast would only feast on what she desired it to. Vines curled up her other leg, one thin tendril lashing between her thighs. She gasped out, already dripping wet with anticipation.

The teasing did not last long, the shambler soon wrapping more vines tight around her wrists and ankles. Sakura was unceremoniously lifted into the air, giggling and squirming playfully all the while. She was pulled back into the wet mass of plant matter, held tight against the beast as a thick mass of intertwined vines teased at her sex. Another teased her other entrance, and thicker hand-like vines grabbed her chest.

Sakura let out the first of many moans as she was pulled partially into the shambler, her legs and arms disappearing into the mass. The vines slammed deep inside, a scream ripped from her lips as the tangle forced its way into her tight folds. It filled her to the brim and more, the vines spreading out within to stuff every inch of her pussy full. “Fuck… A-aaah… OH! F-FUCK, FUCK! S-so mu-huuch! F-fill me, please! I can take it!”

The shambler continued heedless of her cries, her back entrance forced to endure a merciless pounding from a tangle of vines so thick it should have split her open. Her eyes rolled back as screams of bliss flowed from the priestess’s lips, desperate pleas to her goddess. More vines lashed at her bare skin, whipping against her generous breasts. The only inch of her left untouched were those plum lips, free to scream and moan obscenities into the night.

The shambler was merciless, almost brutal, exactly how she liked it. Wet slaps filled the air with each pound of the vines, sweat rolled down her body, she felt her mind breaking. It was so much, too much… Vines tickled and lashed her pearl, seeking out and assaulting every sensitive spot inside her until she hit her limit. With a scream, the kitsune came, her sweet nectar squirting over the ground. She barely managed to remember the final part of her ritual, crying out a secret of a childhood friend, one she had never told a soul, and calling out a prayer to the Green Mother.

The shambler greedily drank up her nectar, only redoubling its efforts. A vine teased her innermost as the rest writhed within her, making her stomach bulged. A shaft-like tendril forced its way past her lips, eagerly suckled on as the beast fucked her senseless. Even more thick tendrils spread her open, filling her to her limit as her vision flashed white. She was lost in the haze of ecstasy for an eternity, screaming and moaning as her body shook with each adored invader.

Hours later, as her body gave out and she could barely even think, the shambler released her. She fell to the ground with a gasp, trembling madly. All she could manage was to roll over and let out a weak “Thank you…” The shambler groaned out, a poor and illegible imitation of speech, and slowly hobbled off to leave the kitsune to rest.