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“Just relax, sweetheart,” Eret kissed the side of its head as she slipped into the bath behind it, sighing happily at the warmth of the water.

Karl was at peace, soothed by the water lapping against her skin. The long arms that wrapped around its waist were comforting, in a gentle and kind way.

Eret was always so soft with her, treating her as though she were porcelain, ready to shatter. It didn’t deserve them, not really. Eret was too nice.

“You’re thinking too much, love,” came the breath in her ear. Shivering from the silken feeling that roiled up her spine at the sensation, Karl couldn’t help but sag back against their chest. Eret’s warmth enveloped her, keeping her surrounded on both sides as their hands danced andplayed on her stomach, running up along the plush of her belly.

“Is this alright?” Eret murmured in the quiet, nothing but the fizz of bubbles popping and the gentle splishing of their hands moving. They’d put a santa-shaped bathbomb in the water that made it red and glittery and had poured in more bubblebath than was needed. The bubbles had tinged red, in true Christmas fashion.

“I love everything you’ve done,” it whispered back, head tipping onto the line of Eret’s collarbone. When it mentioned earlier how out of sorts it felt, they had decided to do this. It was heart warming.

Karl was spoiled, truly.

Behind her, Eret shifted.

“Sorry,” it sat up, allowing Eret more room. “Sorry...”

“You’re fine, puppy,” Eret cooed, sending heat to her belly. It twirled and spun with the movement of her lover’s hands. “I’m just making sure I can reach.”

Blinking in confusion, Karl’s unasked question was quickly answered as Eret’s larger hand wrapped around her dick. Gasping, Karl rocked up into the loose hold, hands flying to clutch Eret’s wrists.

“Such a good puppy,” Eret breathed into her neck, kissing her skin so gently. It whined, attempting to push up into their hands more but being held back by the hand on its stomach.

“Please,” it whined quietly. Its voice seemed loud in the bathroom.

“Shh, mommy wants to take care of her little puppy,” Eret paused to suck a small mark into its skin, sharp teeth grazing the soft of its neck. When she pulled back, her voice was deep with adoration. “Is that too much to ask?”

“No, mommy,” Karl was quick to respond, eyes squeezing shut as her mommy’s hand started slowly stroking it. Their hand was so big and sure each time she lifted her hand up, her thumb rolled over the head of its dick and made the sensitive skin tingle.

Karl whined again, unsure if its mommy wanted to hear it.

Sure enough, Eret licked a stripe up its neck and hummed, “Why can’t I hear you, pup?”

“Please, mommy,” it gasped, straining to thrust up into her hands but not willing to be disobedient. “Please, mommy, just a little quicker!”

“Like this?” Eret cooed, hand making waves under the water as they stroked a bit faster. They were so skilled; hand tightening at its base whilst loosening at the head to properly thumb the foreskin. On one stroke, she grazed her long nails up the length of its dick. Crying out, Karl tried to keep its head back for her mommy to keep sucking hickies into her jaw, but found it nearly impossible, entire body shaking with an orgasm that arced briefly above the water.

Eret tipped her head towards them and kissed her gently on the lips, their soft lips another beautiful sensation for her hazy head.

“Mommy,” she panted, the writhing nervous thing in her stomach finally contented. “Thank you.”

“Good girl,” Eret smiled, their pretty eyes roaming over her strewn out form. The water was still warm and it lapped against her chest pleasantly, mixing with the soft glow now permeating her soul.

“Why don’t we get out, hmm?” They suggested, yet their hands settled on her hip and waist and gently rubbed circles into her skin. Karl closed her eyes, simply lying against Eret as the other kissed and caressed it.

“I love you,” she whispered.

There was barely a pause. “I love you too, Karl.”

Chest very warm now, she smiled. Eret kissed that smile and traced their long fingers over her smooth skin. When they broke apart, they remained close, both breathing the others air.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Eret hummed. “We can cuddle on the couch and eat the cookies we made earlier.”

“Naked cuddles?” Karl blinked up to their eyes, watching as any argument instantly fell away.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Eret nuzzled her cheek. “The fire will keep us warm.”

With that, Eret slowly detached from it, standing up. Karl eyed her plump ass as she towelled down and then brought up a big fluffy towel for it. Getting to its feet, Karl let Eret dry it off, the monarch pressing kisses all over her body as they did so. Feeling wanted, she was content to let the taller one lift her out of the bath and carry her into the warm sitting room.

Idling on the pillow-rich couch, Karl watched Eret’s supple thighs and breasts move as they walked, feeling very relaxed as she played with her own nipples. Eret stroked the fire high and slipped an old cd into the player before returning to her side, where they immediately pulled her into their chest and started kissing her.

Kept warm and occupied, Karl very much enjoyed the movie, though she didn’t know most of the plot as Eret always pulled her into a teasing kiss at the important points. After laughing at something one of the characters did, they both settled down, simply relishing their closeness.

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“Are you ready?” Foolish grunted, sweat dripping down him. His golden skin glistened in the shine of the sun’s slanted rays. When he’d demanded they fuck in the desert, Eret had agreed, not thinking it would be as warm in the winter.

She’d been wrong. Even during Christmas, it was a boiling mirage of rolling sands and warm breezes.

But Foolish claimed to only be able to relieve his ‘burden’ in the warmth, and so here they were; with Eret’s thighs spread wide for Foolish’s large body, each powerful thrust driving her into the warm sandstone of the temple’s porch. She’d hoped to fuck indoors, but Foolish hadn’t made it that far, and they’d improvised on the small space between the steps and the front door. One would’ve thought the short roof covering would provide shade, but the angle the sun sat at was perfect for shining in at them.

Of course, this meant Foolish looked particularly dazzling as he worked his hips, so Eret wasn’t as bothered as she could’ve been.

“Are you sure it’ll be this time?” She whined, attempting to push her hips up to meet him but failing. She was tired, having been on the floor for well over an hour. Even Foolish’s hand at the small of her back, guiding her along as his other dug into the sandstone by her breasts, was of little aid.

“I’m sure,” he huffed, hips beginning to seize as his ribbed dick increased in size. The whole reason they were fucking was for Foolish to eject his eggs in her, but it took time for him to work them along for depositing and he’d failed the first three times.

Mewling at the increase in size, Eret clutched his warm shoulders as his abdomen rippled with strain. His shark tail thumped loudly behind him, sending a quiver through the ground that was echoed in Eret’s thighs.

With a low groan, Foolish dropped to an elbow, breathing harshly over her chest. Hand shaking, she cupped his jaw and caressed him. “It’s alright, you can do—”

An abrupt thrust that seemed to stretch her wider than any other one cut her off, sending her into a gasping orgasm.

Legs shaking around his hips, toes curling, heart hammering, she nearly missed the feeling of Foolish’s cock expanding and rippling inside her; the steady motion of that of an egg travelling through his phallus. The feeling must’ve been amazing, because Foolish was drooling dumbly over her chest. However, she quickly understood how he felt as her vision blotted out, another orgasm washing over her as her lover pushed deeper inside and deposited the first of his eggs inside her. It seemed to bulge in her innermost parts, a large sign of Foolish’s love for her.

“Good girl,” Foolish huffed, getting in a few thrusts and subsequent gushes of cum, before the second and third eggs came rippling down his cock, invading her willing body quicker than the first. If Foolish had not came in her so much prior, she was sure they would’ve gotten stuck inside her, or it would’ve been painful, but as it was, she was being filled with Foolish’s large eggs without issue, her stomach beginning to bulge tellingly as the fourth entered her and greeted its siblings.

There was noise in her ears and her vision wobbled like a sailor’s ship. Foolish kissed her collarbone feverently, panting and huffing with each gift he left in her.

“So good, so good for me, babygirl,” Foolish heaved, eyes blazing as he lifted his head to pull her into a wet, messy kiss. Her stomach protruded with more eggs and she moaned into their union, his tongue diving down her throat and writhing there as his cock pulsed and thrummed. Another egg riveted down his cock, pushing into her stomach. Eret groaned, a hand falling to her full belly. She felt stuffed, body swollen with Foolish’s eggs.

As the number of eggs inside her continued to increase, she clutched her protruding stomach with both hands, mind wandering as her thoughts filled with clouds. The sun shone down on them, making Foolish glimmer so brightly. He would be such a good daddy...

As if hearing her thoughts, Foolish rose from sucking another hickey into her neck and whispered, “You’ll be the best mommy ever. So good. I’ll look after you and help you push these out, yeah? Might be lucky and get them out before Christmas, and then I can fill you up again.”

Something in her clenched with joy at the thought. Being good for Foolish... having him hold her so tenderly as she pushed out his eggs...

Foolish groaned loudly, “oh fuck,” he muttered. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? So eager to please... fuck, Eret, so perfect!”

He gave a strong thrust, forcing another egg into her and setting her off on a giant orgasm that had her floating. A rush of cum filled her and Foolish clambered to his knees (he’d fallen quite literally atop her at some point), pulling out gingerly. Blinking up at him as she attempted to clear the mental fog, Eret could only pant as Foolish stuck a few fingers inside her, slicking them in the cum that seeped from her pulsing hole.

“So good for me,” he grinned, looking very pleased. Tired, but pleased.

Eret cradled her full belly and opened her mouth to suck the cum off her lover’s fingers. As she did, he caressed her stomach and bent to kiss the stretched skin.

“So full and pretty,” he cooed, warm hands running over her skin in a rhythmic pattern. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he checked her again, grinning at her hole. “The seal’s firm. Good girl, so brilliant for me. I’m sure you’ll keep the eggs nice and warm inside you.”

She nodded rather mindlessly, her attention on his large hands as he scooped them under her and lifted her up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetie.” He kissed her nose. “And then we can cuddle, yeah? You’ve been so good for me.”

Eret reached up for a kiss and lost herself in him.

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Wilbur grinned down at the sight before him.

It was Eret, knelt at his feet and licking his boots like a dog.

She’d put up a bit of a fight before giving in; flailing and whining, eyes glossy, but she’d been curbed by a kick in the ribs and was now playing the part she’d been made for.

“This really is all you’re good for,” he told her, watching as her shoulders quivered. Her tongue unsteadily lapped at the dirt coating his boots. She was doing a shit job of cleaning them. “Or maybe not. Shit little whore, can’t even be a good housewife.”

Her breath quivered. She did not rise to look at him. Wil bent over and grabbed her hair, tugging her up to see her eyes. Aw fuck, she was crying. Big eyes bright and wet, thick tears running down her red cheeks. He laughed as a thought struck him. “Y’know, for a useless cumdump, you’re actually kind of cute.”

“W-Wil,” she mumbled, lips wobbling. She sniffed raggedly. “P-plu-please...”

“Sluts don’t speak,” he reminded, spitting in her face. She flinched at it, closing her eyes and unable to open her left one as his saliva landed over it. She whimpered, arms dangling limply by her sides as he tugged on her hair more.

“C’mon, bitch, open your eyes for me.”

She kept them both closed.

“I said, open your eyes for me, whore!” He growled, slapping her face and forcing her to open her eyes. Her tears increased and she blinked her left eye continually, lashes stuck together from his spit.

“What do you say, pig?” He goaded, unzipping his trousers. His achingly hard dick sprang free, blisteringly hot in the cool winds of the secret cave he’d forced her to travel to for them to meet. The castle was too well watched for him to do this to her there. He wanted to make her suffer, not get ganged up on by some lousy assholes who thought themselves ‘knights’.

Eret sniffed.

“Say how grateful you are,” he snapped, tugging her hair again. She whimpered and he clicked his tongue, slapping her cheek with his dick. Taking a moment to rub the pre into her skin with the head, he watched as her nose scrunched.

“What? Too dirty for you, your highness?” He spat the title like phlegm. To him, it was. This little slut didn’t deserve anything... She’d killed them and gotten away with it. Even had her hand down Dream’s pants (although he knew that relationship was only consensual for one of them and it certainly wasn’t the cumdump in front of him).

“Pathetic,” Wil snarled. “You’re so useless you’d be a better ruler if you were drunk. At least you act like you know how to suck dick, then.”

Her cheeks were scarlet and burning hot. He snickered down at her and rubbed his dick into her soft skin. She was well pampered, that was for sure. Maybe she used Dream’s cum as a moisturiser.

Fuck, Wilbur wanted to paint her with his own cum.

“C’mon,” he said, grabbing her chin as he let go of his dick. Hard as he was, it remained tall, pressing proudly into her jaw. Pulling her face up towards him, he pushed a finger between her lips. Defeated as she was, she let her mouth be opened.

He dug his fingers into her tongue and pulled her mouth wide. She blinked up at him fearfully, shame making her gaze shake.

He spat in her mouth. Her tears started anew, shoulders shaking worse than any earthquake he’d ever seen. Frail, dumb bitch.

“Trash,” he whispered, knowing she could hear him over her sobs, even as they rose in volume. He spat in her mouth again and made her swallow it as she gagged. “Such a waste of space. I really should’ve done this in the community house, huh? Should’ve showed everyone what a dirty slut you are.”

Eret didn’t look at him. He spat in her hair and watched the saliva trail through her brown locks. It wasn’t enough, he decided, and grabbed his dick. She shook as he maneuvered himself, raising his leaking head over her scalp.

He was so sensitive that it only took a few strokes and sneered insults to get off, cumming in her hair. This load was particularly slimy, and spread out perfectly; running along her hairline and dripping into her face. Her face was now a glossy white and her perfect, pretty hairdo was ruined.

He laughed, as she fell silent, kneeling quietly under the torrent. He got a few more spurts out, which he aimed at her closed eyes, before it ceased.

Eret shivered.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said warningly, pinching her cheeks in an effort to make her open her eyes again. He wanted to see her try to blink his semen out of those pearly whites...

He continued, “So don’t get any ideas, yeah?”

Eret, the absolutely cumslut she was, nodded jerkily. He stroked her cheek with his fingers, dragging some of the dripping cum up over her lips. She opened them for him like a true slut, and even sucked on his fingers. With her distracted, he placed his thumb over an eyelid and pushed it back, making her open it. She blinked tears, barely able to pry them open past the thick globs of cum that he’d painted her pretty face with, but after a few moments, both her eyes were open again and she stared up at him, lashes thick and white, his crème de la crème running over her eyeshadow and smearing it in the same fashion her mascara had been. The white liquid snaked over the bridge of her nose, particularly dense along her jaw, where it drooled down onto her expensive dress and stained it rather obviously. Maybe he’d walk her around the server later, show her off. Everyone knew how big a slut she was, anyways. He was sure they’d enjoy it.

Not Eret. She wouldn’t. But she also didn’t matter. Cumdumps weren’t meant to talk.

Quickly growing impatient, Wilbur used the fingers in her mouth to spread it wide. She whimpered up at him as if he cared.

The vibrations were a godsend for his dick as he shoved it in, nearly cumming again from the thrum of her gagging and whining around him.

“Suck, traitor,” he demanded, hand tugging a few strands of her hair not covered in his cum. Using this grip, he guided her onto his dick with force, taking what he wanted; the heat of the back of her mouth, with her writhing tongue under his shaft. These sorts of blow jobs were the best, simply because Eret couldn’t stop the twitching of her throat as she choked around him.

Sighing happily, Wilbur rutted into those contractions, quickly picking up speed as Eret spluttered and cried, cum dripping into her eyes as he shook her about. Her warm hands came onto his thighs, clutching him for mercy. He slapped her away, pressing the toe of the very boot she’d been licking into the bulge she sported. Slut was so horny for a fucking that she’d tented her dress.

With a shout, he came down her throat, unprepared for the squeal she let out as he stepped on her. Choking her with his load, he pulled out of her mouth only when he was sure he’d finished, grinning down at her.

“Well, maybe you are a good cumslut after all.”

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Sweet, feather light kisses trailed across her breast. Knowing that meant Quackity had woken up, Eret turned towards her partner and pushed her breasts into his face more.

Chuckling, Q slipped his tongue over her nipples. It was dry, probably because he’d been snoring and his tongue had been lolled out like a leaf in a breeze. Still, Eret smiled and giggled as her partner latched onto her tits like a starving man, sucking and licking.

Under his ministrations, her nipples quickly hardened, rising up into pert buds.

“So cute,” Quackity murmured, voice thick with sleep. He gazed at her as though she were holy, eyes bright. When they lay in bed together like this, napping and cuddling together, he looked at her so differently.

She wanted him to always and only look at her this way.

She wished to be delusional for a moment. Wished for peace amidst the buzz. Quackity was fighting for presidency, and the second he got that, her sweet illusion would be ripped away. Though, if he won against the legendary President Soot was another thing. That man was out of her partner’s league entirely.

She wouldn’t tell him that, though. Eret liked peace. She would do anything to keep it.

In the present, Quackity had rolled up onto his knees, pressing her gently onto her back. She went willingly for him, rewarded by the coy grin he offered her. She spread her legs as he slipped his knee between her thighs, pressing up to offer some pressure as his lower half dipped, tongue finding her nipples again and licking needily. He closed his mouth around them, biting down, and she moaned, caught by him as she rocked and only pushed her groin into his sharp knee. Slinging her arms over his neck, she grabbed at his short hair, missing the days when he had it longer. He’d sharpened up a lot after signing on for the election.

Did she miss the old Q? The one that smiled brighter at her and gave her nice little gifts and sang her cute songs of love and...

Yes. She did miss him. She missed the things she wouldn’t get back. When he’d signed on to be voted for, something in him had hardened. He’d laid eyes upon Schlatt and had started paying more attention to that man over her...

She sighed as Quackity slapped her tits, rising briefly and breaking her hold on him as he wrestled with his boxer shorts. Pulling his dick free, he offered her a kiss on the lips as he climbed onto her chest.

Knowing what he wanted, she pushed her breasts together, allowing their plush to offer a nice pillow for him. His dick was warm and already leaking precum, but he still spat on her chest before sliding his dick between her mounds.

“So pretty and soft for me, mi amor,” he spoke like a song and quickly got to work, working his hips as he thrust between her breasts. He was not particularly large, and so Eret found no need to stick her tongue out to help whenever her tongue would not even reach. She lay there, massaging her breasts to make them jiggle as Quackity thrust hurriedly into the soft space between them. He clutched the pillows by her head as he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. Eret pushed her breasts together as much as she could.

Quackity started pulsing between her tits and pulled out in a rush, bringing his dick over her face.

Eret closed her eyes as he rubbed himself. Just in time, too, as hot cum spurted over her nose and eyelids not a second later. Quackity moaned and groaned, and the second spurt hit her breasts as he evidently readjusted his aim.

“So pretty,” he cooed, and rubbed the head of his dick in his cum. He smeared it over her breasts, and grabbed her tits again to surround his length. Eret lay there, wiping cum out of her eyes as Quackity went for a round two. He was horny this morning.

With her vision finally cleared, Eret looked on as he watched her bouncing breasts with a single minded urge. She was wet between her thighs, though knew he wouldn’t pay her a lick of attention down there. She’d have to wait until he was gone... but having her face came on was such a turn off for her that she knew he knew she wouldn’t be able to orgasm without cleaning herself up. By that time, Dream would be waiting in her court and if she took the extra ten minutes to get herself worked up and climax, she’d have left him waiting for too long

Feeling the coil in her gut dissipate, Eret tipped her head back as Quackity  started breathing heavily above her. He came again, although much less than he had the first time, and painted her neck and breasts, having had to pull away from the warmth of her tits to spurt over the long of her collarbone.

“Thanks, mi amor,” he panted, and rolled off her.  She lay there as he pulled on his slacks and pressed shirt. He dipped into the bathroom to brush his teeth and not five minutes later, he was gone. Gone as if he’d never been here. His side of the bed was cold, and the cum on her face dripped over her lips.

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He is rough, slamming into her with no remorse. If Eret were in a different time, she would’ve begged him to slow down, to be nicer, to kiss her. But she is here, and she is in the now, and she knows Wilbur Soot will stop at nothing short of reducing her to tears. He is a harsh, cruel man, made evil tenfold after his passing and undue resurrection.

Wilbur Soot yields to no one. Not even Eret.

That is why she bites her tongue as he slams into her dry, dick pulling and pressing at all the wrong spots. She attempts to corral him into a rhythm, but he finds a joy in frantic, sporadic jerks and languid rolls of his hips. He does not fuck for the pleasure, but rather the chance to derive her of such.

If Eret were softer, she would’ve said she loved him despite that.

Now, she hates him for it.

Eret despises Wilbur Soot with her entire being. The only reason she still spreads her legs is to feel something. Anything.

Anything will do.

“You like that?” Wil sneers at some point, groping her tits and thrusting into her like a drowned man struggling in water. She blinks herself back to reality at his words, away from analysing the blunted curve of his many-times broken nose. He glares down at her, eyes tinted a yellow opaque in rebirth. In death, his eyes were hollow and white.

She liked him better dead, she thinks.

Still, he says something, murmurs words that have his lips pulling at the sides. She stares, interested, and nods as he pauses.

He pulls out his knife. Its a short, rusted thing. He found it in the early days of revolt, when she was still wearing blue and white. He’s kept it, evidently, and likely not cleaned an inch since his death. As he waves it towards her skin, it seems to breathe orange dust.

Eret’s breath seized as he pressed the still sharp tip to the soft of her neck, in between her collarbones. She knows that if he pushes it in, she’ll be dead before she can scream. A silent death, the neck. A silent death in hell, she thinks, and resents the thought.

She wants to die loud. She wants to be seen. She wants to live.

Which is why she moans when he draws blood. Wil pauses, looks a little shocked; she is too, she’s sure she’s gone pale from the scare, yet her groin is thrumming and her bones feel too tense.

Indulging her, he dances the blade along her skin, carving a shallow path between her breasts. It stings. It feels good.

“Where’s your backbone?” She asks after he does nothing more. There’s a red line down her front, sure to ruin any dress she wears, but she wants more, needs more

Where is the Wilbur Soot that did things before asking? Where is the man who led children to their deaths? Where is the man who used to slam her down and take what he wanted?

She doesn’t recognise this form of his skin. He is but a mellow little man who stands tall and thinks himself above others.

“Stab me, Soot,” she taunts, and screams when it is shoved into her abdomen.

His thrusts spur back to life, his free hand clutching her hip. His skin feels like grime. Under his fingernails is black dirt. His hair hangs in greasy strings. His eyes are deep rimmed and dark holed.

She grins at him. He slams the rusty blade into her side. Blood burbles from the wound. It aches. It is agony. It is pleasure.

“Hurry up,” she gasps, straining for control. He will not give it, but she wants it.

Wil spits on her. He thrusts like a wild man, hands shaking as he sculpts her pelvic region with his name. It is wobbly and messy, even from her vantage flat on her back, but he grins down at it. Spits on her skin. Rubs it in. He smears the blood everywhere and brings his red hand up to her mouth.

She licks it off his fingers. She doesn’t do it quick enough and he slaps her, uses his other hand to carve ‘slut’ into her side.

Her skin burns. Writhes. Unfolds. She is afloat in the turmoil of a man once a legend.

Wilbur pants and gasps. He is close. He slams the blade into her shoulder, drives her down with it. The burst of static makes her scream, and she comes to with her cum painting her bloody chest as white flickers at the edges of her vision. Wil pulls out, dripping wetly. He shakes it off on her dirty chest and gets to his unsteady feet. There, he stands above her and sneers.

“See you later, traitor.”

“Goodbye, Wil.” She smiles because it makes him angry, especially when she calls him that. True enough, he kicks her in the side. Her ribs scream. The blood from her wounds has wet her back. The stone under her is likely stained permanently.

His blade is still in her shoulder. She yanks it out, hisses at the feeling, and licks some of the blood that drools down its length. It tastes sickly sweet, with the rust adding a subtle undertone. It tastes good, and she stows it away to pull out next time Wilbur Soot calls her out to be his bitch.

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Foolish’s large hand spread over the small of her back, keeping her pressed into the table. “Good girl,” he crooned, twin cocks slapping her ass.

Eret mewled, cheeks red hot at the eyes on them. Foolish snickered behind her, a cock pressing into her wet hole. The stretch made her whine, legs shaking as she gripped at the table.

“C’mon, Fool,” a familiar voice crooned. “Turn her around! We’re here for a show.”

“Damn right,” another laughed. “I wanna jerk it to her eyes.”

“Weird,” someone snipped. Eret could barely hear the chatter as Foolish pounded into her, his second cock rubbing between her ass cheeks with each thrust. He’d fucked her three times before coming here, to the community house, where he’d pushed her onto the table she was lying on now, and spread her cheeks for an audience. Dream and Punz had been kissing a minute ago, when she could still see past the tears in her eyes, but she was pretty sure she’d heard their voices...

“When are we getting to touch that ass?” Schlatt leered, voice thick with lust. Knowing it was aimed at her made her shiver, spine prickling nicely as Foolish gave a final thrust and spilled inside her. Her stomach warmed and she whined in protest as he pulled out with a lewd noise.

“All yours, boys,” her partner allowed.

Hands descended on her a few getting in sharp slaps at her ass, others gripping her hips. Schlatt caressed her jaw and poked her lips with his cock. Punz pulled one of her hands to his dick, Fundy claiming her other one to suck on her fingers. Sapnap slipped a blisteringly warm hand around her thighs managing to leverage her leg and bend her knee so that the soft of her thigh and calf pressed around his cock in a vice grip. Dream and Wilbur verbally scuffled for her ass before Foolish cleared his throat. Dream took helm at her hole, Wil delegated to groping her tits harshly.

Opening her mouth wide for Schlatt’s thick prize, she moaned as he shoved right in and started a brutal pace. He hit the back of her throat with each thrust and she couldn’t help but imagine him fucking her hole, pushing in so deep that he would surely fill her up...

Behind, Dream rammed in. Eret jumped bodily from the force, swallowing around Schlatt and earning a tug of her hair. Her legs tensed, Sapnap groaning happily as he spit between the soft junction to allow him some free movement.

Wil was dragging his nails over her back as Fundy eased her hand down to his wet heat. Obliging, she found his dick and started rubbing it with her palm, the friction caused by her working her fingers into his pulsing heat. The boy whined and gripped at her wrist, a stark comparison to Punz, who was grunting and hissing, grip on her wrist bruising as he used it to fuck into her hand. He was angling for her face, and she knew he’d cum over her soon.

Quackity, a relatively late arrival, whistled long and low. As Schlatt brutally facefucked her, he grabbed at the ankle of the leg Sapnap wasn’t using, and began thrusting his dick along the slope of her foot. Wil tugged her hair harshly, choking her on Schlatt’s cock as the two men laughed above her.

With a grunt, Schlatt pulsed inside her and splurted down her throat. Sam was quick to take his place, having stroked himself eagerly in preparation. His cгееper hybrid dick was larger than Schlatts and had her gagging before he was even fully in. The man paused briefly, but Wil shoved her down onto his entire length, pubic hair flush with her nose, and she shivered as she came, cock spurting weakly over the wood under her.

At the contractions of her ass, Dream hissed and came, having been relatively sedate in his fucking. He pulled out roughly, stepping to the side to grab at Punz’ face, and Wilbur happily took his place. The revived man scratched his nails down her cheeks and slapped her balls. As she whined and choked around Sam, Wil slammed in, making her entire body spasm.

Her fingers twitched in Fundy, sending the boy over the edge with a wail and wetting her hand, and had her leg crushing Sapnap to the point where he came over her calf. As his warm cum slipped down her skin, Wil scratched and dug at her hips, sending thrilling sparks up her spine as he abused her hole. Cum seeped out of her from her previous guests, wetting Wil’s dick to the point where each thrust was met with an obscene squelch.

“Ohh, yess,” Sam murmured, large hand curling around her nape as he gave a final deep thrust and poured his seed down her throat. She didn’t even need to swallow, simply lying there as her eyes rolled back.

When he finally pulled back, sticky and flaccid, a long string of cum connected her lips to his cock. Karl slipped between them and licked it up, slotting his lips against hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth, lapping frantically at the semen on her tongue. Someone took a spot by her wet hand, dick sliding into whatever shape they pulled her hand into.

 On her other side, Dream was tonguefucking Punz, who shivered wildly and came all along the long of her back. His second and third spurts were redirected by Dream himself to land over her hair, some of the hot liquid dripping over her eyes.

She moaned into her kiss and was drooling excessively when the slim brunet pulled back. Quackity appeared, wings fluttering as he held his dick out expectantly. Eret stuck out her tongue for him and he wanted no time, diving straight into her mouth.

Wilbur was panting and groaning, hands shaking over her hips. She clenched around him and he came with a yell, slamming into her for the duration of his orgasm. After he pulled out, Sapnap stuck his fingers into her messy hole and slipped his other hand around her dripping dick. He stroked her and her stomach became a coil, another orgasm nearing and making her moan.

Quackity hammered into her throat, barely lasting a minute before he squeaked and spilled, pulling out at the last second to splatter her cheeks and nose with drippy cum. Schlatt laughed and congratulated him, with Dream whining about the mess as he slipped his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back.

Opening her eyes, she blinked up at her audience, offering a dazed smile. Someone cursed and shot over her, warm wetness splashing over the side of her face. Dream slapped her cheek and another dick pushed into her mouth, Schlatts big hand curling around what he could of her throat. As she gagged on him, he started a frantic pace and lasted a full two minutes before flooding her throat. Meanwhile, Sapnap had pushed into her quivering hole and came as soon as he had, sticky cum dripping down her thighs and balls.

The room swayed. Eret slumped against the table, eyes fluttering shut. A familiar big, warm, safe hand caressed her jaw.

“That’s all, boys,” Foolish grunted.

A chorus of complaint rang out. A growl and the room was clearing out, everyone inviting them to their next party.

Full and fucked out, Eret couldn’t wait for the next one. Foolish rubbed an inch of her skin that wasn’t covered in cum, rumbling soothingly.

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The familiar sound of a zipper being opened was stark in the room.

Eret, sitting at the kitchen table as she typed on her laptop, lifted her head at the noise, blinking at her partner as he grinned coyly at her.

Schlatt stood with his hands on his hips, shoulders pulled back in a relaxed broad sprawl. His mutton chops twitched with amusement as her gaze trailed down to his jeans, where an open zipper parted to let his cock stand tall. He was hard, veins pulsing with blood as his tip wavered with the first drops of precum. With his thick girth pushed through the small hole, it was almost a funny sight.

"Schlatt," she sighed. "What are you doing?"

"C'mon, sugarpie," goaded the man. He gestured to himself grandiosely. "Don't you want a piece of this?"

"I'm busy," she looked away from him and back down to her work. "We can fuck later."

"It's been so long," Schlatt tried again.

"That means you can wait another few hours," she nodded.

"Eret," he growled, hand landing on her head. His fingers squeezed her scalp, with his heavy weight on her making her gulp. The pressure and way he turned her head towards him had her breathing a little ragged, licking her lips as Schlatt grabbed the base of his cock with his other hand and wobbled it in front of her. So close...

"Well," she swallowed the spit that had welled up in her mouth at the sight. "I suppose there can be an exception just this once."

"Good girl," Schlatt rumbled, sending a tingle down her spine. His large, heavy hand trailed down her nape, closing around the back of her throat in a comforting hold.

Ever so eager to please, Eret stood clumsily and dropped to her knees, shoring up right in front of his bobbing cock. As it shivered with his pulse, she licked her lips and dove in, mouth opening wide as she took his thick length into her mouth. He was large and smelt of a strong musk that made her wet with want. Her pussy tingled as she worked on taking him deep into her mouth, eyes beading with tears as she gagged not five inches onto him.

Schlatt cooed and caressed her, lifting her hair out of her eyes as she began pushing herself onto him quicker, trying to overcome her gag reflex as soon as possible. It was embarrassing how she choked on him every time they did this...

With him groaning loudly, Eret lifted her hands to fondle his balls, which were nestled in his jeans still. Getting her hands through the zipper hole was near impossible, so she settled with groping him through his trousers. He enjoyed it all the same, hips jerking forward in sharp little thrusts, reminiscent of the ones he started fucking her with. He always started small and quick, before moving onto jarring thrusts that made her feel as though her pelvis would break. It was those ones that got her the wettest, made her squirm and cry, begging for him to fill her up. Getting heated just thinking about it, she tried to relax her mouth as much as she could. The sooner she made him cum, the sooner she could get her pussy ruined. 

Pulling back for a breath, she shoved herself back onto his cock, thighs tensing as his head nudged the back of her throat. Schlatt let out a savage roar at her actions, hands in her hair turning into a moving force as he gave up holding her for the pleasure he could chase. Now being tugged harshly onto his thick, bulging cock, Eret choked and drooled around him. She was being pulled so far onto him that his zipper was hitting her chin in place of his balls. Grabbing fiercely at said balls, she egged him on, waiting for his self-destruction.

"Fuck, pumpkin," he groaned, looking down at her so fondly. One hand smoothed over her head as the other pushed her onto his cock. "So good for me."

She hummed happily around him, the vibrations making him grab her hair harder. Schlatt bent over her, forcing her to deepthroat him as he rutted into her mouth. The tears in her eyes overflowed as she scrunched them closed, opening herself up to getting facefucked without pause. Her partner groaned above her, muttering wildly as he chased his release.

A hot spurt of cum slid down her throat; the first dredge of a large torrent. Eret gagged in her excitement, and Schlatt came down her throat with a guttural shout. The warmth and speed of his cum shooting down her throat was enough to have her cumming too, panties soaking through as she dripped with her own excitement. When the flood ceased, Schlatt pulled back. He grinned down at her and wiped her mouth with his thumb. The cum that had slipped past his thick cock was pushed onto her tongue. Eret lapped greedily at his thumb, kitten licking in an attempt to make him hurry up. Her thighs were wet.

"God, you're such a perfect one, honey." Head spinning, she closed her lips around his thumb and sucked on it. Schlatt grinned and pressed down on her tongue with his thumb, before shifting it back and forth as though he was fucking her again. His cock was semi-hard still, but at whatever way she blinked up at him, he filled out to full hardness very quickly.

"So pretty," he stooped to kiss her forehead. She leaned up into his touch, stomach twisting with need.

"Schlatt," she mewled, staring at his wet cock. "Please, fuck me."

"What was that?" He asked, voice lilting. "Good girls can finish the job first..."

She groaned at him, reaching for his cock. He let her grab it, and stood still for the three angry pumps she gave it. Taking him back into her mouth, she licked and poked her tongue around his head, reaching up to pull at the button of his jeans. He slapped her hand away.

"Don't you think this is nice, baby? Only my cock to touch and play with. No other distractions."

She pulled back off him to taunt, "You shouldn't be scared of your balls, big guy."

He scowled at her in good nature. "Shut up and suck my cock again."

"I'd prefer if you fucked me with it." She snipped back, but moved back onto his girth nonetheless. He didn't seem to be particularly impatient yet, with his hands settling on her head as he massaged her scalp gently. Eret licked and toyed with him, biting down gently. Schlatt sucked in a gasp. He was dripping precum onto her tongue.

"Shit, alright," he grunted. "Let's move this to the bedroom."

"Oh, now you've got the balls to fuck me?" She pulled off him, a string of saliva keeping them attached. He grinned at her and tugged her up for a kiss. They met in a gnash of teeth.

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A flash of light filled her vision. Eret paused mid-step in her stride away from the statue she'd been staring at and whirled around, mouth dropping wide open as a writhing mass floated before her. White cloaked, many eyed, with rings of gold encircling a head-shaped mound. Six arms sprouted from each side of its torso... if the thing's main bodice could even be called one. What was under the cloak was pitch black yet seemed to move and churn with each passing moment.

Eret didn't dare meet its eyes. She dropped to her knees upon the marble floor and prostrated herself, nose touching the ground. "My God," she murmured, heart thundering in her chest. "You bless me with your presence on a fine day."

XD, the god of the universe, hovered above her. Its many hundred eyes blinked down at her.

"Mortal," it called, voice a thousand echoes, sending a chill down her spine. In its sight, she was small and willing to serve, ready to jump to its beck and call as soon as it demanded anything. "Prove your worth."

Her throat was dry, her mouth parched. Eret swallowed greedily and nodded frantically. "Of course, my God, my Great Saviour."

It did not speak. She lifted her head enough to kiss the bottom of its cloak. The fabric was satin soft under her lips.

"Oh, magnificent wondrous being, how you bless me so kindly," she babbled, stomach coiling as she began kissing the opening of the robe. She did not near the writhing shadows of its legs, instead continuing upwards, slowly, inch by inch, kiss by kiss.

"I'm honoured to be in your presence," she confessed, hands shaking as she dared clutch XD's cloak with them. It was such an inhumane white that it made her see stars.

Oh. No; there were literal stars dancing on the fabric, constellations spinning and spiralling along the threads and curving around the placement of her lips.

Awed, she aimed right for one, kissing it gently. Her lips tingled. A hand settled on her head. She quivered as its large hands curled around her skull. It did not squeeze, ever a peaceful being, but she felt the strength behind its grasp nonetheless.

Her skirt was tented. A wet patch had stained the navy fabric. She preened under the hundreds of thousands of eyes, daring to reach a hand up to cradle its large wrist. XD was larger than life itself, almost ten foot. She was sure it was imitating a mere fraction of its height to ensure the world did not shatter like a brick smashing a pane of glass. Though, assuredly the opposite of fragile, if XD were glass, it would be the marvellous tinted type that made everyone gawk at it in wonder and amazement.

"Thank you," she burst out, babbling as she clutched its cloak. The eyes watched her. "Thank you, thank you, you're so brilliant. So wondrous. I am but a blight in your path, strong one."

A rumble broke the skies. XD laughed as it peered down at her, hands grabbing her and holding her suspended in the air. She gulped for breath, legs shaking with wonder.

"You are quite pleased, I understand," it cooed. "Show me exactly how much."

The writhing umbra of shadows pried back, revealing a long dripping cock. It was larger than Foolish's, and he had the largest one she'd ever seen. The mere sight of XD's stupendous girth was enough to have her drooling.

"I would be honoured," she exclaimed. Her dick was dripping so much precum it looked as though she'd spilled water down her front. XD seemed to find this amusing, and poked her groin with one of its fingers. Its hands were so much larger than her, one finger was twice the width of her arm.

She was dazed and felt dizzy as the God grinned down at her. She barely had a moment to wonder where its mouth had come from before its long reptilian tongue slipped up her legs and took advantage of her lack of panties.

It slipped into her hole without much resistance. Eret moaned as the awe-inspiring appendage wriggled and shifted inside her. The rumbling laughter echoed again, vibrating through her entire body, mind and soul. She came with a cry, cum dripping onto the long length of the god's tongue. It continued on regardless, brutally thrusting it in and out of her ass.

"So good, I don't deserve this. You're amazing, my lord. Brilliant. So kind to me-" another orgasm surprised her, left her shaking and drooling and crying. XD pulled back, dropping her onto the floor in a clatter of limbs.

She thanked it for its gift, expecting it to depart, but was rendered speechless as it shrunk itself to a height similar to Foolish's and stooped over her. She whined and spread her legs, willing to help, desperate to please.

XD got to a knee. The world shook. She started sobbing loudly as she thanked it, telling it how splendid it was. 

It guided its large dick towards her gaping hole. Long, bulbous at the head, and veiny, XD's cock was an undeniable sight. It was amazing.

"So incredibly generous," she wailed as it impaled her on its cock. Her ass clenched around it, and the ground jumped with its roar.

Eret wailed as XD began thrusting into her harshly, spearing her deep as it spread her wide. Her legs shook on either side of its nonexistent hips as two hands held them up by her ankles. Two other hands grabbed at her: one going to hold her hands above her head and the other grabbing at her tits through her thin crop top. It massaged her pert nipples, pinching and teasing as another hand joined the fray, latching onto her hip with a bruising grip. She whined and moaned, shaking under the much appreciated torment. Suddenly, another hand grabbed at her hip and pulled her back onto its cock. Her world whited out as XD came inside her. It pulled her off its dick without remorse.

"You have been found worthy," it said, and vanished in a burst of light.

"Thank you," she slurred, world spinning around her. Her ass spasmed without the large cock plugging her up, its warm and unearthly cum seeping from her. 

Some time later, Foolish found her twitching and drooling on the ground and laughed at what had happened.

"Such a good girl," he cooed, and pulled at his shendyt to reveal his own straining cock.

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Eret swirled the glass of wine in her hand, leisurely reclined in her armchair. They were sitting in her office, relaxing after a long day.

"This is nice," she hummed, taking a sip of the wine. It tingled on her tongue and rushed down her throat in a soothing cycle. With each gulp, her body felt a little lighter and her dress's skin-hugging grip was pushed up into a tent at her thighs.

In the armchair opposite her, separated by a small coffee table, Foolish was dealing with the same thing, cheeks flushed as he nursed his half-full glass. His eyes were dubiously bright, gaze unmoving after having settled on her. She looked at him and smiled, feeling contentment well alongside the sizzling itch for pleasure.

"It is," he agreed, his throat bobbed as he drank some more.

Her office felt very warm.

"It tastes sweeter than most other wines," Eret mused, finishing off her glass, tempted to lap her tongue along the rim of the glass to savour the liquid dregs.

"Ah, but H said it would be good, didn't he?" Foolish grinned. His grin was so stupid that usually it made her feel dopey too, but now she stared at his teeth and felt her stomach twist with heat. 

"He wasn't lying," she agreed, shifting as the pressure in her groin increased. Squeezing a breath into her lungs, she dropped her hand to her crotch and groped herself, breathing dragging into pants.

Foolish watched her keenly, his own hand drifting down to touch himself. He was wearing his shendyt, so it was easy to lift it away. His cock stood tall, pulsing and swaying at full mast. He started stroking himself. His length shined in the candlelight of her office, his skin gleaming with the wetness of his precum. 

Eret finished off her wine and set it on the table, feeling dizzy as she leant back and swept a leg over the arm of her chair. 

"You're so pretty," Foolish cooed, big hand closing around his cock and stroking languidly.

"Thank you," she giggled, pulling her dress up enough to let her own cock slip free. She was leaking precum to her balls, and wasted no time in wetting her fingers. Hand slipping down between her thighs, she put on a little show. Fondling herself, smiling at Fооlisн, she pushed a finger inside her hole and started stretching herself.

Enraptured by her, his focus evident from the heavy weight of his gaze on her, Foolish took a finishing sip from his glass. Working in the first finger and quickly moving to a second, Eret watched him as he fished out the wine bottle and refilled both their glasses. Егет sighed and moaned gently as she got the second finger up to the second knuckle, shuffling in the chair as heat built up in her bones.

Foolish's sharp eyes never strayed from her, even as he topped them both up. "Add another," he said, and she did. With three fingers inside herself, she pulled back to spit in her hand and went back for more, scissoring out her fingers occasionally, but mainly trying to press deeper inside.

Foolish stood. She blinked up at him past the haze, head tipping back for him as he stepped over to loom above her. He clutched his wineglass, taking deep gulps from it.

"So pretty," he repeated, and took a large mouthful. He leant down and she let him in, opening her mouth in their kiss. The wine flushed into her mouth, and she drank it down. The warmth of it made the situation more intimate to her flushed mind, and both of them groaned as her tongue chased the flow, slipping between Foolish's sharp teeth.

Foolish dropped his knees onto the cushion of the armchair.

She whined in excitement, other leg shifting to settle on his hip. His warm hand curled around her knee, keeping her in place as he separated their mouths and guided his large cock into place. 

Eret watched with thrilled trepidation as he batted her fingers away from her hole, pressing his head against her twitching rim. Biting her lip, she groaned as he pushed in. She expected him to pause with just the head in, but he powered on and thrust into her in his entirety, filling her up with a hot burst of cum.

Blinking at him, surprised by how quick he'd came, Eret opened her mouth to speak, to taunt, to laugh, to goad; anything to rub in the fact that she'd made his core shake the way it had as his cheeks flushed. Instead, Foolish dropped to her lips with another deep mouthful of wine. She mewled into the kiss, head swirling as he started hammering into her. His calloused hand closed around her dick and started furiously stroking her. She came with a scream, barely moments after he had.

Her ears rang at the suddenness. Blaming the wine for making her so sensitive, she silently mourned the lost taunt. She couldn't make fun of him for emptying balls deep in her within the first few seconds if she had just spilled over herself like a virgin as well. 

Watching her, gem-like green eyes boring into her flesh, Foolish seemed to grow harder inside her. He thrust into her savagely, balls slapping against her skin as he drove himself deep into her quivering hole.

"Yes!" She wailed, clutching at his shoulders as he made her legs shake. "Faster, please!" 

Foolish tried his best to increase the speed, though seemed unwilling to relinquish the depth he was reaching. For this, he was a tad slower than she would've liked. His hand made up for it though, rubbing and pressing against the head of her dick and smearing the precum everywhere.

As she came again, spurting over his nice hand just a few minutes after her first orgasm, Foolish stuttered inside her and flooded her ass with a renewed warmth. Her hole felt stuffed full; the thickness of a totem hybrid's cum enough to make her feel bloated. Rocking against him, she kissed and bit at his lips, having pulled him down to her. He was just as rough back, pulling at her hair as he started up a pace again, pounding her ass.

"Good girl," he rumbled, sucking hickies into her jaw. Her vision wavered a bit, curving up and down with each thrust. "So obedient, such a good cumdump for me."

Normally, that would've only made her moan and tingle with want, making her taunt him to go faster and show her how he really felt. As it was, the wine made her head spin and she came with a cry, dick twitching as it spat out more sticky white semen over the belly of her dress. Foolish rubbed his fingers over it, smearing it into the dress.

She protested with a whine, though quickly lost to her moans as Foolish started tweaking and squeezing her nipples. He started muttering something about sucking her tits, and the excited low thrum to his voice shot straight to her dick. She came again, balls seizing as she shook under his relentless barrage.

Despite her shakes and keens, Foolish kept his back firm and her holes plugged. His thrusting was brutal, ribbed cock shoving as deep into her as it could, brushing over her prostate with each blow. Drooling over her, Foolish growled and came again. From then, he bent himself over her and started digging his sharp teeth into her skin. Blood stained her skin as she began to cry, legs shaking.

"Gonna fill you up," he gurgled past his humanity. She focused her gaze on his face and found his eyes wide with his frenzy. She grinned up at him and he rewarded her by cumming twice in quick succession, long cock pushing his thick cum deep inside her. His seed dripped from her hole and splattered down her thighs, likely ruining the armchair too, as she moaned for him to go deeper, faster.

She wanted more. more more more moremoremoremore

Fооlisн roared, dick enlarging inside her. He filled her up again, making her scream, bloating her stomach and she came so hard the world went black. When she came to, she was still hard and leaking, and Fооlisн was panting harshly, abusing her ass with his unending, monstrous thrusts. He was on a breeding roll; desperate to knock her up with his pups, desperate to cover her in his cum and make sure everyone with the nose for it would know who she belonged to. 

She was so hard it ached. The wine sloshed in her stomach, its extra qualities fueling them both on. Eret grabbed at Foolish and pulled him into another harsh kiss. They came together, stamina not waning.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she spurred him on, eyes rolling back as Foolish fucked her into the armchair. He kissed her amidst it all. Teeth and tongue, harsh yet loving.

She kissed back, tugging at his hair, letting him know who he belonged to.

Fingers slipping around her own cock, she came sharply only a few strokes in. Foolish roared at how tight she became, hands gripping the armchair by her shoulders and crushing the frame with a loud crack. His eyes were glowing as he fucked into her, drooling as he hissed and promised her many pups.

Eret kept fucking her own fist as Foolish railed her. At some point, everything went numb and she opened her eyes to a very sweaty and sticky Foolish licking at her neck. 

"All good, habibi?" He grunted, voice hoarse. His throbbing cock was still inside her, keeping his warm cum inside her quivering hole. Her own cum had painted her stomach white, her red dress restained anew by the marks over her chest that had seeped blood everywhere.

"Mhm," she slurred, offering Foolish a smile that he reciprocated. A few moments later, he pulled his cock out of her and a torrent of hot semen gushed down her legs, plipping loudly on the wood floor. She stared at him. "I'm not cleaning that up."

"That's what you think," Foolish winked. He came in for another kiss, fingers skidding up her slick thighs. Eret closed her eyes for the kiss, relaxing into the afterbuzz. Instead of soft lips, two wet fingers were pushed into her mouth. Unbidden, her tongue roamed over them for the sharp taste of Foolish's cum. Eret licked them clean, only for Foolish to pull them out and replace those fingers with another two that were dripping with his own cum. 

"Good girl," he cooed, slicking up his cum on his fingers and pushing it into her mouth little by little. As she worked her tongue over his calluses, his other hand swirled around her own cock, rough fingers playing with the head and working her up to another orgasm. Though, any time she got close to relief, he pulled his fingers up and away, snickering at her. Only when she licked his fingers clean and there was no more cum to push into her mouth did he let her cum, spurting weakly over her own stomach as her thighs shook.

"Such a good slut," Foolish breathed, sealing her lips with a wet kiss. 

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The room was swaying in and out of her focus. She'd been kneeling in the one position for an eternity, straining cock twitching and red. The pleading colour rivalled that of the shiny, almost glittery rope that her husband had tied her up with.

When she'd agreed to play, she hadn't truly expected Foolish to tie her with the bindings and then leave her. When he'd briefed her on the rough plan prior, he'd said he needed to pop out briefly. Judging from the new slant of the sun as it set across the sandstone floor of their master bedroom, Foolish had been gone for the better part of an hour.

Arms bound behind her, tied at the small of her back, with the rope crisscrossing over her chest and tightening to cup her tits, Eret wasn't uncomfortable in the rope, but she was becoming impatient. Her knees had given up the ghost about ten minutes into the position and she'd become grateful for the slack Foolish had tied for her there, likely having known this would happen, though she was sure to be blue the next day with the looping knots of the rope that Foolish had tied and tightly pressed into her skin. 

Her urgently hard cock had dimmed in need to a chub a few times, though the briefest flickering of light was enough to trick her drooping eyes into thinking Foolish had returned, and had resulted in almost three separate occasions where her cock had returned to being painfully erect. Even now, she was struggling with the aftereffects of another slight with her eyes, chest shivering on each breath as she tried to will the boner away, due to her inability to lessen the horrible ache of the engorged flesh.

“Aren’t you the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” cooed a familiar voice. Eyes shooting open, head turning immediately in the direction, she found Foolish standing mockingly in the doorway, large arms crossed over his lean, muscled chest. He was smirking at her, and his smug expression only became more evident as he entered the room and strolled around it like a prideful cat.

Eret, who was tied up and on her knees with four different knots and with more than one loop around their wrists, wriggled quietly; desperate for him to touch her. Her skin was on fire, the red rope soft and cool as it wrapped and coiled tightly around her. Foolish had started with their wrists before moving on to loop the rope around their chest, and then tied their legs wide open by attaching them to their wrist bindings. He'd threatened to tie them up to a spreader when they'd moved too much, but after a few kisses Eret had felt a lot calmer and had settled into her subservient kneel. It had been with glee that Foolish had spread her thighs, smooth silky rope slipping between her genitals, with one firm strand wrapped tightly around her balls.

With the rope crisscrossing over her chest and waist, pulling her shoulders back as she knelt on the bed, she was left panting, staring up at Foolish, only able to admire how the sun glittered off his chest as he stood in the glare of the setting sun's rays. He'd stepped over to stand at the end of the bed, looking down at her as her dick dripped needily and she did her best pleading pout to get his attention. Her mouth was too parched for her to get a word out. 

“So good for me,” he smiled, stepping closer to see her cock bounce for his presence. Foolish loved teasing her with what she couldn’t have when they played like this. Eret found it most frustrating, though these scenes were always the ones that left her feeling sleepy and content.

Currently, they felt as though they were on the verge of an orgasm made impossible, due to the aforementioned rope tied tightly around her balls. Her hands were sweaty and her weak legs were shaking despite the looser pose they'd slipped into - all part of her partner’s plan to make her beg. He liked it when she begged, but she was often too stubborn to do such a thing.

Now, after he'd tied her up and left her to sit in the bedroom for the better part of an hour as he did something around his Temple, Eret's sexual frustration had welled up beyond the barriers of her stubbornness.

“Foolish,” she whined, shocking herself at the wreck of her voice. Foolish was watching with that coy leer as she attempted to shift back on her toes and bare herself even more. If she could tempt him, maybe he’d give in and just fuck her.

Her attempts fell short. Her legs spasmed and refused to move, leaving her to fruitlessly shake in her bindings. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn't strain your legs,” the man grinned, sending heat to her gut. “But if you want to hurt yourself, just know that I'll have to lift you everywhere."

Shooting him a glare, she felt her eyebrow twitch as Foolish only laughed at her.

His voice dipped, going deep and low and reverberating in her stomach. "Though I wouldn't mind having my cocksleeve always nearby when I want it. You being stuck with me would make it so easy."

Feeling her face heat up at the sudden talk, Eret abruptly felt very, very warm.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Foolish's face appeared inches above hers, leering down at her. “Want me to pull your ribbon off and rip you free? I’ll fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

She shut her mouth tight to make sure she didn't start begging for his cock then and there. Seeing her struggle, Foolish smirked and ran a cool finger down her chest. It made her shiver, the sensation of touch rippling along her nerves and creating a pleasant buzz in the back of her mind. "What a dirty little slut you are, Eret. So eager to get your back blown out by me, hm? My pretty present can’t wait to be unwrapped.”

His finger slipped over her open lips, making her aware of the fact she'd been about to speak. The words on the tip of her tongue flitted away as Foolish stared at her. His gaze was heavy; green sapphire-like gems burning embers in his face, staring into her skull in such an inhumane fashion that it had her heart pounding with glee. 

"Or would you like me to kiss you sweetly? I would, y'know, because you’re my favourite gift.” His finger slipped into her mouth. Her tongue was dry, but she still tried to wet it. Foolish's expression was primal. "Such a good girl, trying your hardest. I'm thinking I should do this to you more; steal you away from everything and tie some pretty rope around your pink little cock. Would you rather sit in my lap all day with my fat cock up that tight ass of yours or would I get more use out of you by putting you on a leash and making you walk after me. What would everyone else think when they see you trailing behind me, my cum dripping from your holes. I'd have to cover you in it, to make sure everyone knows you're mine, wouldn't I, sweetheart?"

Thrilled, she moaned at his words. Foolish used the finger in her mouth to open it wide and spat onto her tongue. The warmth hit her and she panted as she stuck her tongue out, silently pleading for more with his finger slipping down her throat.

Foolish grinned and spat into her mouth once more. Clamoring to swallow it all, she whined as Foolish pulled his finger away. Dazed, she watched as he dropped his hand towards her chest. Was he going to untie her?

He only touched the ropes, pushing the soft bindings into her. It made her want to rock up into his hold. However, Foolish had tied her up too well. Her muscles strained but her body didn't move; not even a shake, with his finger pressing against her. Eret tried to beg with her eyes.

With a grin, Foolish pulled his hand away. He caught her gaze and held it, sharp teeth glittering at her. 

Whining desperately, gut clenching with want, Eret tried to flutter her eyelashes at him. But, Foolish only chuckled at her and dug his fingers around the rope that curved around her stomach like a picture frame. It resulted in a graze of a touch, but she relished it with a gasp, her dick twitching.

Foolish used his hold to pull her towards him, creasing the once neat bedsheets without a worry. He leaned down, breath warming her neck. Her hairs stood on end at the sensation. “Does Santa’s gift want to be unwrapped?”

“Yes!” She wailed, trying to rock her hips up but yet again unable to move. It drove her mad. “Please, fuck me!” they whined, breathing raggedy with him so close. The promise of his touch was tantalising, perhaps moreso than the reverberation of his voice inside her skull. The world was very hazy beyond the curve of Foolish's body, their bedroom blurring into the unknown.

Eret panted fruitlessly, gasping for air she couldn’t seem to get. There was a tap on the nape of her neck.

Another.

“m okay, ‘m good,” she managed, blinking back to reality to find herself shaking. Foolish watched her by a pair of eyes just at the edge of her sight, head only just raised high enough from her neck for him to eye her as she calmed down.

He gave her a few moments to recollect herself, dragging herself back down to earth with a few deep breaths. Her skin still tingled, and everything burst to life when he trailed a thumb down her side.

Breath caught in her throat, Eret fell victim to her hunger; her vision blotting out as she dry orgasmed. Everything that could move did, twitching and spasming. Foolish’s large hand encircled her hip bone and the sensation had her screaming. She was so touch sensitive from the excitement of the ropes that it was no challenge for him to make her cum.

“Good girl,” he cooed in her ear, a slap scorching the skin of her ass. The sensation rumbled through her entire being, piercing through the post-orgasm haze and tipping her into overstimulation. As always, Foolish was unrepentant. He grinned cheekily at her and bit down into her neck, pulling at the ropes to sway her. The contact had her shaking fiercely, heaving for breath as her head spun.

The ropes moved and pulled at her as Foolish played with them. She couldn’t tell what he was doing, everything was lethargic---

“Sweetheart?” Came the murmur. She blinked her eyes open to find Foolish above her, his hands curling around her waist to push her onto her back. She whined briefly, not wanting to squish her hands under herself, but blinked as she found her hands had been detached from her leg bindings and retied at her stomach. “Okay, baby?”

Foolish kissed her sweetly, distracting her as he lifted her hands up above her head. Her legs were still spread wide and immobile. He must've tied them to the rope along her back. He slipped easily between her thighs, grinding against her with his impressive cock. The stimulation had her quivering with fervour, head whirling as he dropped a slick finger to her hole and started slowly pushing in.

A gobbling kiss stole her attention again, only ceasing once the second finger had invaded her, and by that point she was a babbling mess, fingers twitching uselessly as her stomach thrummed with the want of another climax. She moaned, voice lost as Foolish rocked up against her again. His fingers twitched inside her, opening her up for the massive cock that was rubbing against her own.

"Such a well behaved present," her partner cooed, looking down at her with bright eyes. “Maybe I’ll pull a bit of your ribbon off to get a peek.”

He did not touch the ropes. Instead, his large hand wrapped around her sensitive dick and started jerking her off. Choking on a gasp, Eret shivered through the feeling. Foolish's warm breath lapped over her stomach as he stooped to climb over her.

She blinked to find him inches from her face, dropping down to kiss her softly. Mewling, she let Foolish pull her away through her mouth as he kissed and bit at her lips. Everything blurred into a greyscale spiral as he stroked her to her limit.

Her cock seized as she dry orgasmed yet again. This time, she was silent, hushed by Foolish's deep kiss.

When he pulled back, he was grinning. She’d clenched around the fingers in her, but he’d managed to add a third at some point.

“What a perfect gift, Eret! You spoil me.”

She panted, unable to find any suitable words. Even if she could move her tongue to get out anything understandable, her head was spinning far too much for her to coherently think. Foolish, knowing this, kissed her gently once more, and pulled his fingers out of her. He cooed as he lined his big cock up with her twitching hole.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Her vision blotted out as he pushed in.