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The fire was crackling, forming a pleasant background noise so far from the screams of cars skipping through the streets or the constant chattering. The place was almost an oasis of tranquility, with the rows of bookshelves lining the walls painted in Bordeaux. The baroque fireplace had a few trinkets on top of it, from a vase with a hyacinth to an old-school and derelict tabletop clock.
It continued with a few more dusty books, even a photo album.
It was onerous, ornate, refined.
Even the mat depicted an avian lord, clad in gold, fighting a dragon. However, all that refinement, that elegance, was wasted in the presence of that Bearded Vulture sitting in the giant red wingback chair. The situation could be comical, if comical weren’t one way for Kimberly Vernett to describe anything risible. The place itself, barely lit by a chandelier and the fireplace felt heavy, gloomy. Much more than usual, as the tall and impressive birds faced one another.
Within the room context, their sizes seemed “adequate”, but their sheer heights and presence would make them stand out in a crowd. Even then, Kimberly was one category below his interlocutor.
Reshram Vermillion was a monster, a force of nature that had to be accommodated with custom-made pieces of furniture. Nevertheless, the situation here was tense… And none, not even the smallest of the two, seemed keen on giving up.
“Begging again?”
“I AM NOT BEGGING! I AM TAKING WHAT I AM DUE!”
Shouting. Kimberly flinched, then crossed his arms as he reclined back in his chair. The Egyptian Vulture wasn’t compelled by shouting… Rather, it only fueled his hatred and frustration, becoming cold-shelved terms Kimberly would keep for later.
“Shouting will not solve this situation. You are out of the business, those are your words.”
“And yet! I still own this family! My name’s on it! You are a parvenu, nothing more. The only reason I deign to talk to you is to avoid a bloodshed.”
Kimberly’s beak closed, clicked. So did his talons against the wooden floor beneath the table. He remembered full well why he hated Reshram, but this was beyond measure.
Years ago, Reshram left the organization. From the Chairman of a criminal organization, inherited by his family, to a rich Mogul having a talon in every industry, the Lammergeier sold himself as a perfect businessman with a hint of secrecy, fostered by misanthropy.
The truth was, Reshram wanted to influence everything at once, to keep control of the Vermillion family through pitiful political plays. None of them had worked, and the few patriarchs who still appreciated the Bearded Vulture had been relegated to lesser avenues or… Replaced.
Kimberly did not need bastards who were so easy to placate. Among them, Reshram. For once, the former Chairman acted as usual instead of going for the underhanded tactics he was unfamiliar with. Reshram was making a fool of himself, but this time, he wasn’t dragging Kimberly down to his level.
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no? No? You refuse? I will take you out! I will-”
Without countering the rambling through words, Kimberly leaned right and opened one of his drawers. The casing slid, and with one grip, Kimberly grabbed one folder before he threw it on the desk. No words. But Reshram’s curiosity was struck enough that he stood up, passed a hand on the folder… And his eyes widened.
Photos, transcript, detailed schedule of Reshram and Allan Desbourgh’s affair. It had been strange the Minister was so lenient on Reshram’s cases. That was all explained as in those photos, you could see another bird ride Reshram’s laps, in a position that left no doubt or room for imagination. Reshram had been fucking one member of the government, and it wasn’t the only one. Despite his gaudy conduct, it seemed that the Lammergeier had curried a few favors… Personal favors.
Beyond that, there were Reshram’s oldest crimes, all incriminating proofs, all the affairs that could easily land the “reformed” Bearded Vulture back in prison, or worse. To the death row.
“What-”
“There is a copy linked to a dead man switch, ready to be sent to all newspapers with coordinates to your caches. Now, if you calm down.”
With a movement of the wrist, Kimberly invited Reshram to sit. And once the Lammergeier sat, fuming, Kimberly continued by pulling a collar from the same drawer. A leather collar with a few metal plates attached to it, making it look like a fancy dog collar. There was even a D ring for a leash. There was nothing to say, to comment, except that this was an unexpected sight, a cursed one, in such a quaint and refined place. More so as Kimberly pushed it away, toward Reshram.
“I think you heard about the little incident with your fashion company… With a reindeer? Hmm?”
“I… Shit. Do you plan to air out all my dirty laundry? Go on, continue! Tell them it’s my fault.”
Truth was, it was an event that had been passed under silence in most of the fashion world. Many turned their eyes away from the humiliation, and many investors had pulled from that “peculiar” company during that time of crisis. Reshram? He played both parts, and now, as the culprit, the collar, stood between them, the Bearded Vulture was… Silent.
“No worthwhile defense except a few bombastic remarks? Shouting? Fine. Put it on.”
“I- No! I will not deprave myself to-” sputtered Reshram.
“Put. It. On. Or I will target every friend you have, every family member that remains loyal to you.”
Each word was articulated, with Kimberly joining his hands, reclining. He watched the Vulture’s trembling fingers. Dragging Reshram’s name in the mud was insufficient; there would be more. But for the moment, the threat was enough for the Lammergeier to hold the collar, open it… And close it around his neck. It almost seemed like he was passing a noose around his neck. It could as well be. Nevertheless, Kimberly watched, his index finger tapping his knuckles before he… Felt it.
The link, the tie… A sensation at the back of his mind. Such collars were enchanted to drain power and energy. But at the base, they established a link between the wearer and the owner, one mental connection that would be constantly active and allow the owner to assert control over the wearer. Kimberly was the one. Which was surprising since such collars were a rarity, not a commodity.
“Good,” stated Kimberly as he stood up, sending the mental order for the Lammergeier to stand up. And so, Reshram did it, though he stiffened and looked around, terrorized. “Very good.”
Kimberly played with his control, knowing Reshram could never remove the collar again unless ordered to, a necessary fix. And so, as he played and fiddled with his tie, Kimberly watched Reshram tentatively yank on the collar, only to cry in pain and be forced to remove his own tie.
Kimberly’s vest? Reshram’s vest would drop. Shirt? Shirt. Belt? Belt. Slacks? Slacks.
The more Kimberly stripped, unfazed, the more Reshram seemed furious. His golden eyes darted left, then right. His claws dug into the soft mat until he was ordered not to. Then, as the final layers were unveiled, both avians stood naked amidst the room. Kimberly acted calm and composed, even though he was the smaller and could appear as the “bottom” between the two.
However, Reshram was fuming. His countenance was gone, his feathered hands on his waist… Until Kimberly clicked his beak, and Reshram had to put his hands behind his head, showing himself.
“What? Even if you order me around, you are the smallest of us two. You’re a wimp, Kimberly. Always was.”
Reshram could back up his words… For once. Even though, this was not the Bearded Vulture’s doing: he was tall and muscular, a monster several feet higher than Kimberly. Even his genitals, with a cock at almost at two feet and one inch, were… impressive. Bothersome, but impressive. But it was not something he worked to acquire. Kimberly? He gazed, circumvented the desk, his breathing raspy, and approached one finger to Reshram’s lower belly.
“You… You wouldn’t dare.”
“Of course, I would. I already made you strip, wear that trinket, and expose yourself. What else would we do? Sip tea?” scoffed Kimberly, sardonic, while he had his digit on the Lammergeier’s belly and felt what linked them. The strength, like a fire, coming from Reshram. One he could somehow grasp with his mind.
“AH!”
One tug, and the Bearded Vulture reacted. Interesting.
Like an instrument about to be tuned, Kimberly explored the different sensations… The other places from which he could grip the bastard’s fire. And then, he yanked.
“HHHh! Fu-Fuck!” cried the Bearded Vulture, quivering and trembling. A glance down and Kimberly saw the white cum, steamy and thick, dripping from Reshram’s erection, which seemed different. All the while, Kimberly still felt that fire under his touch. Gripped, held, controlled. He could release it. Instead, he pulled it closer until that fire was inside him and so… He felt warmer, hotter. Especially down his groin, his loins.
A glance down and Kimberly could see his length already throbbing with life, with energy, with desire, with blood… Towering at eight inches, almost one more than before.
“It works better than anticipated,” said Kimberly, releasing the fire he gripped, feeling that energy leaving him but not his erection. And though, he was feeling back at seven inches, a bit limited, he smiled.
Reshram gulped.
“Don’t… Don’t you dare.”
Kimberly watched Reshram's genitals as they were back to their original size… And soon, with one thought, Kimberly clawed at the fire within Reshram. The Lammergeier cried, moaned, nearly dropped to his knees. And in doing so, he made a mess on the ground. A puddle that looked pitiful as the bastard, so grandiloquent and eager to browbeat others, was forced in it… To wallow in his fluids as he came. Once, twice, thrice.
Each time, Kimberly saw the sickly shivers going through Reshram. He saw the shoulders dropping, saw the sides thinning, admired the bountiful plumage go… Dimmer. Each time, Kimberly clicked his beak in anticipation and joy while he watched Reshram visibly shrink. He took more of that fire and held it away from its owner.
“I do. How does it feel? To be weakened? To not have the superiority for once, Reshram?” gloated Kimberly for a second, before he stole more.
Reshram’s answer was another cry, another shot. And the pitiful Bearded Vulture was still on the floor, his fingers holding on the mat, gripping folds, so not to maim his palms. But Kimberly… Knelt. He knelt, reaching for the Bearded Vulture’s beak to lift it, to go eye to eye.
“Quite a chilling situation. I am sure you hate it as much as you’ve never felt it. I do… You forced me to, years ago… Yet, this is what you want to force on me. Again.”
Releasing the beak, almost dragging Reshram down, Kimberly straightened up. He had already taken so much, and still Reshram was too big to take on.
Or so it would, if not by the fire he held and decided to take for himself. A fire that ran, coursed, rushed through his body. Contrary to Reshram, Kimberly wouldn’t be cumming his brain-out, screaming from the shock. But he felt nonetheless hit by the waves of intense desires going from… Everywhere. From his imposing muscles, bulging with a newfound strength his lithe body didn’t possess before. In his chest, broad and impressive, beating with the might of an ox. In his legs, longer and yet more capable of bearing his weight.
In his groin… Hard, erect, ready. With each throb, the spire seemed to grow in volume and length. The organ, at seven and a half inches, was going over the eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve… Twelve inches already. It was already impressive, powerful. And the aroma emanating from it was perfect. But it could be bigger.
Kimberly’s eyes went back to Reshram, and he kicked him, forcing him to roll on his back and into that puddle. Their heights were equalized… Except for between the legs. Kimberly would be bigger.
“Fu-Fuck!” screamed Reshram, holding onto his sides, maybe bruised but not more. Kimberly? He clawed the crest, held it by the prized black and brown feathers to lift that chest.
“Hurt? Good. That’s how it feels when you’re done with them. Hurting. Tasting your medicine isn’t so great, Reshram? Right?”
“You… You are a cunt!” cried the Lammergeier, not even backing down. His ego wouldn’t admit it.
And so, Kimberly pulled him closer, pulled the Bearded Vulture higher until a few feathers were yanked free with a few cries. And then… With a disregard for his current work, Kimberly threw the Vulture on the Desk.
The wood creaked but would endure. If not, it would be replaced.
Nevertheless, with Reshram’s back on the desk, writhing in pain, Kimberly didn’t wait much to grip those legs, to pull them up to expose that muscular and plushy ass. To smack it.
“YOU SICKO! YOU DEGENERATE!” cried Reshram, yowling with each smack until even Kimberly’s fingers burned. However, far from stopping, the Egyptian Vulture clawed at the fire within Reshram, stealing it… Taking it from one place in particular… Until the muscles melted, the fat accumulated, the skin sagged… And Reshram’s posterior looked like perfect stress balls for Kimberly to hold, squeeze, and pull on.
“Don’t make it more difficult for you, Reshram. The more you cry, the angrier I am. And the angrier I am, the less willing I am to make it… Easy for you.”
“E-Easy for me? You… You are… Stealing something! Stealing me!”
“I can do worse… I can do… Way worse,” commented Kimberly as his fingers burned again, from smacking Reshram’s balls.
This time, the reaction was akin to a painful yelp followed by the plaintive Avian trying to curl up and go fetal. But Kimberly held those legs high, higher even… Just to refuse that reflex to Reshram before he gripped his cock to smack it against the Lammergeier’s swollen balls and fat ass.
“I can do way worse. Let me show you,” said Kimberly, pressing his cocktip against the Bird’s posterior, right between those sagging cheeks. With his erection, and pressing at the entrance, Kimberly knew he couldn’t penetrate Reshram in one go.
Rather, he used his cocktip and smeared precum all over the entrance. Over the cheeks, inside, the entrance… Even a bit inside as he pressed his cocktip against it to spurt some juices between the wrinkles.
Each time, the pained heaves from Reshram were growing higher and anxious. Anxious as the pressure on the rim was growing… As Kimberly was acting restless and more prone to take what he desired… And soon, Kimberly was no longer leaving the hole, instead rubbing his cocktip against it.
“I- I shouldn’t have allowed you to… Join our organization!” slurred Reshram, his beak clicking.
“You shouldn’t have. But you did. Because you’re a moron and without me, you’d be driving it to ruin. I worked hard to make it thrive, despite your grubby hand. Not anymore, bastard.”
As he clicked his tongue and finished his sentence, Kimberly thrust. One time. Two. Three. Each time, Reshram’s cries were growing more severe, higher-pitched. They ended with a whistling noise and a squawk… And Reshram’s tail tensed against the desk when less than an inch was inside. But with his screams, it felt like Kimberly had entirely inserted his dick and was splitting him apart.
First time giving in? After all those times fucking those men, he never topped once? Kimberly cackled inside while he went back… And thrust once more, hitting the entrance with his wide and uncut cock, his spire drilling against the entrance.
Reshram was tightening, trying to resist. But in doing so, he was only making the pain worse. Kimberly would have gloated if it weren’t for giving Reshram’s tools to endure.
So, instead, he continued to pull, to force, to thrust in silence.
Steadily, despite the cries and the pathetic whimpers, once out of breath, Kimberly inserted more than half his cock inside. Even then, the penetration wasn’t so pleasing as Reshram was still tightening and trying to fight, with his fingers digging into the creaking desk. But Kimberly wasn’t looking for pleasure. No, he was in for taking. And he took, thrusting, again and again, pushing further within the Bird’s inside until that belly was to bulge, until Reshram’s breath was to go shallow… Until Reshram begged. Begged for mercy.
“STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! STOP! PLEASE!” cried the pathetic Bearded Vulture, no longer that “respectable” Mogul, businessman, or patriarch. He was only a toy, a trinket, a plaything Kimberly was to break. Desired to break.
Therefore, as the pleading resonated within the room, the hitting thighs went louder and faster to drown out that sound, to replace it with hiccuping breaths, swallowed tears, and desperate heaves.
Each time he hit, Kimberly felt it was right. He was doing right, he was rectifying years of abuse, years of disdain, years of control the Lammergeier had inflicted upon him and many others.
And the corner of Kimberly’s beak contorted, smug, as he dug deeper, faster… And felt in return a growing pleasure in his groin. He thought he wouldn’t enjoy it as much.
But he was.
Kimberly was enjoying himself. Enjoying Reshram’s asshole, enjoying the whistling sounds and the begging. Furthermore, he enjoyed the fire in his loins, which was growing bigger and bigger with each second, like a stoked fire. It was no point to deny it, to say he wasn’t enjoying it.
Kimberly's harsh breath and tightening body were proof enough. And he even cackled, laughed, before he was so into it he couldn’t do it anymore.
Soon, the only sounds were the birds’ harsh breath, the crackling fire, and the hit posterior… Culminating in a gasp, a husky breath… And the sound of fluids churned within Reshram’s asshole. At first, the Birds were still. Soon, however, Reshram writhed and cried as his belly grew round… And rounder. To have the feathers thin due to the pressure growing inside, until Reshram looked like he was pregnant with a clutch. Then, Kimberly pulled, releasing a tidal wave from the ruined hole. One musky, white, and searing wave.
“Ah… That was better than expected. I thought about… getting rid of you once you are convinced to give me your parts… But I might keep you around. You might entertain me.”
“I’ll… Take… My revenge. Cunt.”
Gloating, Kimberly listened to the Bearded Vulture’s pathetic whimper before he stepped away, going for a shower and a bed, uncaring of whatever happened to Reshram. Even if he were to find a way to free himself, they were too far from the city for him to run there. And that was notwithstanding the collar, the Bearded Vulture was forced to swear.
Therefore, it was with the most relaxing and peaceful sleep that Kimberly woke up. Fully rested and clean, the Avian returned to his office only to find the Beard Vulture on the ground, not on the desk anymore. A long trail followed the difficult crawling Reshram did, trying to reach the door despite his pained legs and how he slept on the floor like a mere… pet.
“Crawling already? Maybe you can learn, Reshram.”
Yes. Maybe he could learn.
Maybe it was possible to make Reshram atone for his stupidity and become a better person with enough punishment. But it wasn’t Kimberly’s desire, vindictive as he was. The moment he laid his eyes on the tired and slightly-cumflated Reshram once more, Kimberly didn’t give the Bird any respite. He forced him to lick the semen off the mat and desk. He forced him to clean the place, dressed up as a maid. He had him around, sometimes as a mere asshole to tease and abuse while Kimberly read. Or sometimes, he merely had him crawling on all fours with a tea set balanced on his hips and back.
But more than that… Kimberly had him ready whenever he felt excited enough to go for another session, for another abuse, for another fucking until Reshram was again crawling on all fours while a trail of cum following him. But the best was how, each time, Kimberly took more from Reshram.
The Bird had been outraged at first… But when Kimberly stole Reshram’s strength and let it… Dissipate, without returning to its owner, there was a rush of adrenaline within Kimberly’s veins.
Revenge. Just revenge.
For so long, Reshram had been so proud of his body, of his muscles, using them to beat his enemies within an inch of their lives. Not anymore. This was to be stripped away.
An effort in which Kimberly dedicated himself. With the Patriarchs kept away from Kimberly’s place, with the staff sent away, the entire villa was nothing but a dungeon, a torturous dungeon made to torment and tease Reshram: A dirty spot, a spank; A cum strain, more fucking and taking; any insult in his breath, it was another portion of his strength that was drained away.
Quickly, the Bird’s outraged attitude wilted into submission as he was forced to waddle around, cumflated like a shell of his himself. However… It was imperfect. As much as he loved it, Kimberly considered it too easy. He needed to do more.
All the accumulated riches, stocks, bank accounts, all were siphoned and wasted away, given to other Patriarchs to ingratiate them. The worldly possessions, such as the houses and cars, were auctioned until the pantry numbers were used to replace the pieces of furniture Kimberly often broke when “teaching” the Lammergeier. Each time, he took the opportunity to record it and to show the actions on the television, inviting Reshram to watch and see.
Each time, Kimberly sipped his wine, restraining his gloating while admiring that bastard crumble away, ever so steadily.
“You look better,” commented Kimberly one day, looking at the former Mogul. And a sarcasm couldn’t be more evident. The Lammergeier’s feathers looked thinner, shaggier. His shoulders had dropped, his arms lost their tonicity. That belly was constantly round with fluids. And those clawed feet danced from one position to another, in a posture displaying the Bird’s dismay as much as his conflicting emotions.
Fears from the comment. Dismay from the Geisha balls, egg-like and vibrating, stuffed inside his butthole. Anger from Kimberly’s actions.
For a moment, the Lammergeier was unsure whether to answer in kind or to show defiance. Sure enough, he could have his spat and act out like a petulant child. He often did, much to Kimberly’s amusement. But it seemed the older Bird was learning his lesson, growing dull, keeping his ego to himself, to that golden gaze that still brimmed with bridled anger. Anger that vanished when Kimberly’s mental touch was on his fire, once more. The tail even twitched, though none was taken. Not yet. It was only a faint touch… But one Kimberly enjoyed. More than fucking his toy.
Sure enough, Kimberly had had his fun fucking, stretching the Bird’s hole wide open until even a hand could slip inside without much resistance. And the constant waddling from Reshram, and the floor-licking to collect the dripping cum was all fun and dandy. But it wasn’t as pleasing.
All that defiance, that shouting, that posturing, had vanished. Leaving only distaste.
His revenge had an aftertaste of ash, of ease that couldn’t be denied. That cursed collar had been perfect to keep the Lammergeier silent and docile, to take everything away. But what remained?
An impotent bully who wouldn’t spare a thought about yanking that collar free and running for the hills, gaining his fortune back one way or another?
Oh, sure, Reshram had lost everything but he could garner favors from unsavory bastards in the same milieu as Kimberly. And sure enough, a few people had been inquiring about Reshram’s disappearance, unaware the Bearded Vulture had been tied up in the basement, attached to a fuck-machine, and fucked until his eyes rolled. There was… Something else he could do.
Something Kimberly might have vowed not to do in his early years: being a snitch. But ratting out on Reshram wasn’t akin to betraying a member of his organization, even less someone he valued. There would be no virtual gain, only more problems down the line.
Yet, as Kimberly woke up, he was fed his breakfast by his “loyal maid”; he turned on the television and watched the news with a smile. Reshram’s face was on the screen.
“The former Businessman, Reshram Vermillion, is charged for man-”
Before the newsreader could continue, a remote control flew across the room and smashed the screen. The sound became a dying gargle, while the scene was a polka mix of different colors. Kimberly? He remained seated, eating his croissant.
“YOU FUCKER! YOU BETRAYED ME!” shouted Reshram, with a touch of anger unseen before.
“I did,” confirmed Kimberly, satisfied with the situation.
“You revealed the family’s secret! You’re putting yourself in big trouble! You… You ruined my name! And-”
“And your lover’s, too. I know, he’s as dirty as you,” chuckled Kimberly.
“You’ll pay for this! You’ll see it! The patriarchs will come down on you!”
“No, they won’t,” said Kimberly.
No. They wouldn’t. Even if they knew about Reshram’s whereabouts, they wouldn’t raise a finger. If they knew it was Kimberly’s doing for the revelation, they might frown but never utter a word. And if they knew both? Well, too many knew it was better to keep the situation as it is and assume Kimberly had a plan.
“No… They won’t help you, this time.”
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The video looked like any of the same dirty streamers on the platform, cross-streaming on as many places as possible to max out the number of followers.
However, the sight was… Well, singular.
Instead of someone presenting himself, doing the usual recital of social media, the stream started with one Bird’s ass, covered with brown’s feathers, being hammered by another one, with white feathers, fucking that bountiful ass with a cock that was so big the first seconds in the chat were spent in awe.
Nevertheless, they saw how that cock, akin to a baseball bat, was spearing that posterior’s asshole, yanking on it until the rim suckled back and tried to slow it down, before being dragged upward. A display of pure and brutal breeding in which the bird below didn’t utter a word but only wheezing breaths whenever his top counterpart hilted himself fully. Up, down, up, down, those cheeks were fucked raw, the skin surely covered with bruises below the brown feathers.
As the tension culminated, as the one at the top stopped, and came… Still no words. Nothing. Not even as the one at the top pulled free, exposing a gaping and swollen asshole. More than that, cum seemed to pour free from the orifice like a cascade, one releasing clouds of musky steam that would drive any bedroom into a comparison to a brothel.
Yet, that hole didn’t seem to be able to close back again.. And the viewers were not allowed to see it as the camera moved, and the brown-feathered Bird rolled on his back.
The camera away, the viewers barely saw anything until the camera focused again… This time, on a top-down view. As if they were looking down at their belly, the viewers could see the white-feathered Bird’s muscular and fat-less belly, and that enormous dangling cock as it approached the brown Bird… That was a collared Bearded Vulture?
“hey!!!!! I see th4t guy be4!”
“who?”
“Resh-guy. Big money disappeared years ago gonna check!”
As the chat devolved on a talk about comparison and fakes, especially in that era of artificial intelligence, the stream showed the Bearded Vulture, identified as Reshram Vermillion, gagging on the cock that had railed his ass a moment ago. That beak, despite its rigidity, still managed to swallow that fat cock and to worship it, swallowing the mix of cheap lube, precum, cum, and anal lubrication to leave the spire clean and glistening, almost… Pristine. Almost perfect when a hand tousled the Lammergeier’s feathers and the camera again shifted.
By then, the chat had exploded with links to articles talking about the Lammergeier’s disappearance, his former lover’s trial, or the listing of all the people who had dipped into that grim business. Everyone had an opinion on the Vulture, good or bad, political or economic. They almost ignored when the sound was cut in the stream. Curiosity got the viewers’ attention as the camera seemed to step back. Then, the sound was recovered, picking up the feathers rubbing against the mic cover while, step by step, the cameraman revealed the Bearded Vulture’s body.
Thin, weak, frail. And yet, that belly looked round, positively round as the Vulture stretched his legs wide, showing off the swollen guts as much as… Well, the feathers were dyed purple, tracing a design that looked like those old womb tattoos. A recent uptick in the kink had made them popular lately. But none were as refined as Reshram’s as he smiled to the camera, his arms sliding between his legs… To grip at what looked to be a cunt.
One gaping, cum-coated, and needy cunt he stretched by hooking it on either side with two fingers, revealing the suave, moist, and pink insides to the camera that recorded the mix of juices and cum pouring from it. A display culminating with a stupid grin… And more words:
“Thank you for ruining my life, Master!”