#asfadfafk;l i hope this is ok

[direwombat]

for the NSFW asks:

can I get some kitxsyb and orgasm denial

and/or some syb and jacob and handjobs/fingering

fla;sfdjasdf;lkjdf had to do both. at once. couldn't resist the idea of the murder ot3 <3

anyway yadda yadda Minors DNI

There are some days where they simply don’t unchain her from the bed. It’s better than being in the cages, Sybille supposes, but it’s just as physically taxing as the trials. Even if the leather collar wrapped around her neck weren’t chained to the headboard, she’d still find it difficult to move. She can’t run if her legs don’t work, and both Kit and Jacob make sure their little “fuck-bunny” stays right where she’s supposed to. 

But she fights back in her own way. They wouldn’t keep her here if she didn’t -- that’s part of the fun. 

Kit’s hand grips roughly at Sybille’s hair, trying to force her further, deeper -- ordering her to get a fucking move on, to let her cum already. “Come on,” she hisses, rolling her hips and raking her nails across Sybille’s scalp.

And Sybille, cocky and operating under the limited, supervised control they’ve granted her, circles Kit’s hole with her tongue before receding to suck on her clit. She gives a small hum, and stares up at her, docile and doe-eyed, as if she has no clue what Kit’s talking about. 

Jacob huffs a laugh behind her, and a large, warm hand comes to stroke down her spine. She arches her back to the touch and he murmurs a soft, “Good girl,” before he leans over her to capture Kit’s open and panting lips into a kiss. 

“Hold her--fuck,” Kit groans. “Hold her down.”

A low sound rumbles in Jacob’s chest and before she realizes it, both of Sybille’s wrists are snatched up by one of Jacob’s and she’s flipped over onto her back. She barely has time to breathe out an inarticulate, “Wha--?” before Kit’s legs are straddling her head and she eases herself down onto Sybille’s face, smothering her with her pussy. 

“Come on, Bunny,” she says, reaching forward to run her hands down Syb’s body, groping at her tiny breasts and pinching her nipples. “Wanna cum all over your face.” 

Sybille groans, her eyes fluttering shut and she works her tongue against Kit while she grinds against her face. Kit’s thighs squeeze her skull when she moans again, this time from Jacob releasing her wrists and instead using one hand to hold her legs open while the other slips two fingers easily into her dripping cunt.

He crooks his fingers, stroking roughly against her walls and she lets out a muffled shout.