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Humiliation. 

Being at the center of everything, having eyes constantly on you, whispering about you, all things a performer desires during their performance. The fame, the lights, the audience, all contribute to the high experienced when putting on a show. But the show Shadow Milk found himself performing today was one most unenjoyable. Being paraded down the city streets with multiple people accompanying him and the kingdom-folk watching him with judgemental eyes wasn't something he preferred to be doing. With handcuffs strapped around his wrist his head hung low and his pride buried. 

There was applause but not for him, the second half of the performance was only a few feet in front of him. Standing there with a pleased smile on his face, Pure Vanilla soaked in all the attention on him. It seemed that he didn't notice—or didn't really care— about the negative attention being directed toward the man straggling behind him. Shadow Milk knew the innocent smile was all a farce, this was the most embarrassed he had ever been in his entire life, and Pure Vanilla was smiling. 

He knew his time in Vanilla Kingdom was meant to be one he'd grow to hate. Pure Vanilla was all about reform and forgiveness but he can't forget. Shadow Milk was just all too curious to know what absurd things Pure Vanilla would have in mind for this so-called 'improvement plan'. The truth that lies within Shadow Milk was all gone, deceit was the only life he knew and the only way he survives. 

The way to Pure Vanillas castle felt extremely too long, it was as if they were walking around the town multiple times for this crude humiliation ritual. He tried his best not to look up at the judgemental eyes that fell upon him. When they looked at him all they saw was evil, a beast, a sub-species. It felt like they wanted to bore holes in his body with their eyes. Dislike is one thing, but what they seemed to feel for him was hatred. Hatred for everything Shadow Milk stood for, hatred for everything he had done, hatred for himself as a whole. 

Once they finally reached the castle doors the stares never stopped. The staff stopped what they were doing, the guards trying and failing to look forward rather than toward the captured cookie. He wanted it to end already, he wanted this stupid walk of shame to be over. Pure Vanilla had already gotten what he wanted, to boast to his people that he caught the illicit 'beast' cookie. To prove that their leader was as strong as ever. Putting him through this must've gotten Pure Vanilla off or something, this wouldn't have gone on for so long if it wasn't his kink. 

By the time they reached a halt in their walking Shadow Milk noticed the two were all alone. It seemed that in an attempt to disassociate he hadn't realized all the guards near him left. Pure Vanilla placed his hand to rest under Shadow Milk's chin to lift his head up. A clear expression of disdain spread across Shadow Milk's face and disgust was clear in his tone. "Stop touching me." The command was harsh but Pure Vanilla didn't comply. Instead he touched his cheek with a soft expression. A sweet smile was on his face, it made Shadow Milk feel sick. 

"Sorry about all the on-lookers, I didn't expect that many" his pitiful sorry felt like a mockery. He knew all those people would be there, he knew they'd be staring, he knew of their feelings and yet he let them look. Let them hate. 

Looking around himself Shadow Milk took in his surroundings. It wasn't as bright here as it was in the front corridor, or any of the hallway at that. There wasn't any other door around him other than the one Pure Vanilla was standing right in front of. The door looked old and a placard was placed in the middle of the door. 'Shadow Milk' read the words, it was a room made specially for him. 

The carefully placed hand left Shadow Milk's face. Pure Vanilla turned around slightly, making sure not to turn around completely as to keep a keen eye on Shadow Milk. Precautionary measures taken to avoid an escape attempt. It would be near impossible for him to run away in this state, finding it extremely hard to run while your hands are tied behind your back. 

The door opened and well, it was unexpected what was behind it. Just a small hallway with a table against the wall, with yet another door at the end. Guess Pure Vanilla wanted to make sure Shadow Milk had little chance of getting out, a rogue beast in Vanilla Kingdom wouldn't be something Pure Vanilla would be proud of. Pure Vanilla gently but firmly took a hold of Shadow Milk's arm and led him into the small corridor. Reluctantly he had to follow. 

Pure Vanilla opened the second door to reveal a spacious bedroom. The bed sat against the wall parallel to the door, an open doorway leading to what looks like a bathroom was near the bed, a wardrobe, dresser, and . The room was plain, other than the bathroom not having a door. But there was one discernible detail, all the windows were impossible to get to. They were too high for him to see out of and if he tried he wouldn't have been able to touch the ledge with his fingers. Trying to float wasn't something he could do easily either, his soul jam was gone, he was severely weakened. 

"'It might not be the best, but I don't believe you can really complain." Pure Vanilla looked over at Shadow Milk, his face indifferent. The previous expression was wiped away, just neutral. Pulling Shadow Milk fully into the room he took the handcuffs off his wrists, seeing slight bruising from the restraints. He attempted to touch one of the bruises but Shadow Milk quickly pulled both his arms away from Pure Vanillas touch. 

"I apologize for the tightness of the cuffs, my guards just wanted to make sure you were restrained. You should let me help you-" 

"I don't need your help." A stern voice retorted. "Why did you parade me around the streets like a dog? I'm not a trophy" 

Pure Vanilla went quiet, Shadow Milk turned to see the expression currently occupying the other's face. It was one of deep thought, like he was trying to come up with a reasonable excuse. A pleasing lie. "I wanted my people to see that the threat was handled" 

"Stop lying!" A smile appeared on Pure Vanillas face yet again. This time it felt like he was being sly, like he achieved some sort of conclusion he wanted to hear. 

"Ah, I see you don't appreciate being lied to either." A scoff erupted from Shadow Milks mouth, it seemed this conversation backfired in a way he didn't like. Pure Vanilla watched in silence as Shadow Milk walked and sat down on the bed, probably wanting to ignore Pure Vanilla for the time being. Pure Vanilla said nothing and turned back around to open the door. Before leaving he left Shadow Milk with something he'd hated to think about. 

"It has come to my understanding that your secondary gender is omega. If that's so then I'll have you know, you'll definitely need my help." 

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Pure Vanilla had no intentions of physically harming his prisoner. He made sure he felt as comfortable as possible. Having a furnished bedroom rather than a cold prison cell with cement covering each surface. Having a nice soft bed rather than a thin blanket and pillow. One thing he will say, is regret is one thing that has been driven away into the back of his mind, where his subconscious can't reach it. 

Locking both doors behind himself he walked down the hallway with a friendly smile. It was quite desolate where the beast was hidden, you could barely hear the sounds of the staff living their daily lives. It wasn't as if Pure Vanilla was the only one who knew of the beast's whereabouts, but most people didn't feel a need to come down this hallway. After all it was just a spare room, but the secret of what lies behind the room door was something that many aren't privy to. 

For now he had to put the visitor to the back of his mind. He hadn't been back to his kingdom for a while and he wanted to make sure everything was in order. When he'd gotten back to the all-familiar main hallways of the castle he took a slight pause to glance out a window. It seemed his friends took the time to visit him on this wonderful day. 

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"I say we call a doctor, this isn't something rational cookies do" Golden Cheese exclaims

"Doctors don't fix everything, he's not dying he's just out of his mind. " Dark Cacao responded. 

"I think he's fine! Maybe he's just feeling a bit too generous" Hollyberry let out a light chuckle. 

"I just-" Pure Vanillas words were cut off by Golden Cheese feeling that she's doctor enough to give him a physical exam. Both of her hands reached to Pure Vanillas face, either one of them resting on each cheek. She looked closely at his eyes and every other feature on his face. She spoke again once she felt Pure Vanillas face was fine. 

"Did he do something to you? I just don't understand why you'd bring a beast into your kingdom" Golden Cheese had a disappointed look on her face. She'd visited the land of beast-yeast a little while before Pure Vanilla did, she had endured similar if not worse torment from the beast that was after her soul jam. She had been through hell at the hands of another cookie. Pure Vanilla doesn't know what thoughts raced through her mind, but he knows she felt a little betrayal in her heart. 

"I don't believe I can give you all a formal explanation, but please trust me in knowing I can handle it." Pure Vanillas words did little to soothe his friends' worries. 

"They aren't just ordinary cookies, his temporary compliance can all be a ruse to steal the soul jam back, and even take yours while he's at it" Dark Cacaos stern voice caught the attention of both Pure Vanilla and Golden Cheese. All three of them know how powerful and conniving the beast cookies can be, and especially how violent they can get. Their goals give them enough drive to let reason cloud their judgement. 

"Sometimes you all make me feel like I'm missing out on insider knowledge!" Hollyberry shook her head and got up from her seat. Out of the four of them she hasn't encountered a beast yet, they've all told her of things they went through. Her voyage to beast-yeast was yet to come. She walked toward Pure Vanillas' seat and put a hand on his shoulder. The look she gave him was full of reassurance, as well as overwhelming trust. 

"I trust that my dear friend has made a thought-out decision. I may not agree with it but it's his decision so as his comrade I believe in him." After Hollyberry stopped talking the room went silent. Golden Cheese and Dark Cacao believed Pure Vanillas' decision was one that was made through obligation, but once they've had a chance to finally see it through they realized it was just a part of the kind of person he was. He believed in others, and helped those in need. 

"Now that this conversation seems to be over, why don't we all enjoy each other's company? It's been quite a while since we've got together like this" Trying to lighten the mood Hollyberry's bright smile spread throughout the room. Although their arrival was sudden, Pure Vanilla didn't mind having his fellow ancients over whether it be talking about trivial matters or just to be around each other.

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Isolation. 

It's stated that you can't function normally without human interaction. Isolation can cause you to become depressed and increase stress. The mental impairments are one thing, but the physical toll it takes on your body is another. Insomnia isn't a fun thing to experience, not being able to sleep for days at a time has health risks of its own as well. The feeling of seeing and interacting with another person is something most are opposed to, but once it's gone you realize how important it really is. 

Shadow Milk had gone into a routine. Everyday at 8 am Pure Vanilla knocked on his door. It didn't matter if he was awake or not. In the beginning all Shadow Milk could do was sleep. In the morning he constantly found himself being awoken by Pure Vanilla. It wasn't a harsh awakening, it was actually quite gentle. Him being rocked slightly until his eyelids parted and the light from the high window shone on his eyes. Pure Vanilla kept his time in the room short. Right after he noticed Shadow Milk waking up he quickly says 'Breakfast is ready' and leaves out the door. He barely gets to see Pure Vanilla for more than a minute. 

Not like he wanted to see Pure Vanilla, he was the last person Shadow Milk wanted to see, but Pure Vanilla was the only person Shadow Milk saw. It was excruciating. The only person he didn't want to see was always there, but it wasn't for long.. doesn't mean that's any better. When he'd finally get up to retrieve his food he would go to the small room outside his and see a plate of different foods every morning. It wasn't a feast or anything, just a simple plate with whatever the cook had made that day. Once he had taken his plate and walked back into the bedroom he could hear Pure Vanilla locking the door behind him. 

Shadow Milk then had to wait until around 1pm before he heard another knock on the door. Yet again there waiting for him was a plate of whatever was served that day. Pure Vanilla must've assumed Shadow Milk was awake at the time and didn't bother to come in. Just standing outside the other door listening for the familiar sound of the door closing. It felt like a sick joke. Then lastly maybe around 6? 7? Shadow Milk couldn't tell, there was no clock in his room, he would bring the last meal of the day. This ritual was repeated almost every day. This felt a little worse than being humiliated, he was being ignored.. 

The difference between being lonely and being isolated is that being lonely is temporary, when you're lonely you seek out interaction. When you're isolated, interaction must come to you. Involuntary isolation is an experience where being lonely is the only feeling you can go through. 

The first few days of isolation Shadow Milk felt indifferent. It's not like he wasn't alone before, but this felt a lot different. The chances of interaction were just outside the walls that kept him. Being able to be in the presence of another cookie felt like it was at arm's length. But it never came. Whenever he did physically touch or even try to talk to another person it was only for a minute, and it wasn't even everyday. When you fall into a routine your body has no choice but to follow it, it gets used to waking up at the same time every day and falling asleep at the same time everyday. Avoiding Pure Vanilla became a lot easier when he didn't have a reason to enter the room. Shadow Milk started to wake up before the first knock came and the short time spent with Pure Vanilla grew scarce. 

All he did was sleep, all he could do was sleep. Sleep, sit, stare, bathe, and repeat. Though on days he slept through the daily knocks he'd end up with cold food, but the door was unlocked for a little while. Until Pure Vanilla came by and locked it back. It's not like he could do anything in the room, it was just a table. He would look around the room occasionally, but it didn't hide anything. 

After a while being alone began to be unbearable. The presence of another person was all he wanted, they didn't have to talk, they didn't have to touch him, they didn't have to do anything. They just had to be there. They just had to be real. 

He doesn't know the point in time where it got worse. In the morning he'd wake up like he normally did. He walked to the door and checked if it was still locked. Usually it was, meaning Pure Vanilla hadn't come yet. So he'd figure he'd fall asleep again, only that day he didn't. When the inevitable knock finally came he didn't move, just lying in his bed, closing his eyes. After a while Pure Vanilla assumed Shadow Milk was asleep, unlocking the door he slowly crept toward the bed to wake him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, lifting his hand to try to push on Shadow Milks shoulder in order to wake him, but before he could he stopped himself. He moved his hand toward Shadow Milk's face, cupping his hand on one of his cheeks. He sat there for a second, despite Shadow Milk's eyes being closed he could tell Pure Vanilla was looking at him. After a few seconds he felt Pure Vanillas soft thumb caressing the side of his face, reaching the nostril then retreating back to the rest of the fingers. He continued the motion for a minute, Shadow Milk was utterly confused as to why he was doing this. A touch as soft as this wasn't enough to wake anyone so he presumed Pure Vanilla was doing it for some other reason, he wondered if he had ever done this before.. 

This moment was short lived, Shadow Milk opened his eyes and grabbed ahold of Pure Vanillas wrist, keeping a tight grip to make sure Pure Vanilla didn't get away. It wasn't a strong grip but Pure Vanilla wasn't the strongest either. He tried to jerk his arm back but the hand that firmly held him in place was unwavering. "Oh Vanilly I didn't think you were the type to dabble in voyeurism!" The statement made Pure Vanillas eyebrows furrow, but it didn't earn a viable response from him. All he did was try his best to leave from the bedside but Shadow Milk was confident that he'd make him stay. Once he managed to get on his own two feet he could still feel Shadow Milk pulling at his arm, he looked down at him, wondering what he could possibly want. Shadow Milk sat on the edge of the bed, his face furious and teeth gritted. 

"Gah..! Why the hell are you leaving me alone like this, do you know how frustrating it is to do nothing?! And have no one!?" After those words Pure Vanilla finally managed to pull his arm from Shadow Milks hand, he expected Shadow Milk to try and grab him again but he didn't. Pure Vanilla walked back toward the door, reaching for the knob he stopped with his hand hanging in the air. 

"You can't deceive when there's no one to listen to your lies." The statement lingered in the air once Pure Vanilla had finally left the room, Shadow Milk was still confused of everything Pure Vanilla was intending to do with him, but either way he didn't want to fold under pressure. He left his bed and went into the room with the table, out of anger he knocked the plate to the floor. In a half hearted attempt to pick up the broken shards he cut himself. The short pain caused him to let out a curse and slam the door to the all too familiar bedroom.  

Once he was back in the room he went into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and let the water run on top of the wound, watching all the jam oozing from it fall into the drain. He didn't have anything to dress the wound so the best he could do was try and stop the bleeding. Walking to the dresser in the room he grabbed one of the many clothing items that occupied it and tore it into a makeshift bandage. He wrapped his hand in the cloth and slumped down next to the dresser, holding his legs to his chest and letting his head rest on his knees. 

He sat there listening, hearing Pure Vanilla picking up the broken pieces of the plate and the now glass ridden food. He waited until he could hear the sound of both of the doors locking in place, he wanted to make sure Pure Vanilla was no longer there. He quickly sprang up from the ground and looked toward the windows that were impossibly high. He searched around for a window that was empty underneath, it was quite far from the dresser but he knew he could do it, though he would be extremely tired after. 

He placed his hands on the width edge of the dresser, this wasn't the smartest idea considering one of his hands was now injured, but he didn't mind it. Using the rest of his remaining strength he pushed the dresser in the direction of the window but it was far too heavy to be able to push far. He only managed to get it about a few centimeters away from its original position and he was already a bit tired, the wound on his hand bleeding through the fabric that covered it. But he didn't give up, he realized it might've been a lot easier to move it with its contents empty so he opened all the drawers and threw the clothes in it to the ground. It was mainly day clothes, which seemed to have been fitted to his style and measurements, but he didn't care. He opted to wear his own clothes he came in, washing them in the bathtub and sitting in the nude waiting for it to dry. 

Once he was done emptying the dresser he pushed once more, he found it a bit easier, but with his current body strength he knew that pushing it to his desired distance wasn't going to be an easy feat. His hand throbbed in pain from the excess force being exerted upon them, jam constantly leaking from it. He winced in pain but it didn't really stop him, he kept pushing until he felt his arms growing weak. Once he felt he couldn't push anymore he stood near the dresser, panting from exhaustion. It may have felt like he pushed the dresser across the whole room but realistically it had only gone about 2 feet. It was going to take a while to get it across the room. 

When he finally managed to get the dresser in the desired location a few hours had passed, the sun was beginning to set. His fragile body, how quickly he tired out, along with the fact he hadn't eaten that day yet caused him to have to take frequent long breaks in between attempts to push the dresser. But now he was finally done, he was extremely tired and felt like collapsing at any moment, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat and jam. The wound had not stopped leaking and it got everywhere. He knew he had to put another 'bandage' on it before he fell asleep that day. 

He disregarded his physical state and climbed on top of the dresser, using the wall next to him to steady himself. He looked up at the window, he could now reach it with his hands but it was still too tall for his head to reach. He knew he still had an ounce of his powers left and he could make himself float, but he had to shorten the distance between the window and his face in order to make sure he had enough power to do so. He concentrated, slowly lifting himself toward the window ledge, once he could finally see the setting sun through the stained glass. Most of the residents of Vanilla Kingdom were getting ready to close down their shops and make themselves dinner. 

He let out a long sigh and lowered himself back to the top of the dresser. He felt pathetic. Hurting himself, exhausting himself, and even neglecting his own appetite all for a glimpse out a window. It's not like anyone would see him, nor would he be able to escape out the window anyway. All he could do was look. He looked back up at the ledge, seeing his jam staining it where he put his wounded hand at, as well as smears on the wall and dresser from his previous endeavors. He had never been the type to go this far just to see out a window, whatever Pure Vanilla was doing to him seemed to be working, he had never felt more alone in his life. He had never felt more pitiful. 

Slowly jumping down from the dresser he walked back to the bathroom. He was sweaty and tired and hurt. He removed the jam soaked cloth from his hand, it hurt more than the original cut due to the fibers being embedded in his hand. He tried his best to make sure nothing got into the wound and put another cloth bandage on his hand. He turned off the faucet and began stripping himself of his usual attire, and turned on the bathtub water. 

When he was done with his bath he washed the sweat and blood off his clothes and hung them in the bathroom to dry. Every time he bathed he felt embarrassed, the missing door on the bathroom felt like another part of the humiliation he had to experience. Pure Vanilla could walk into the room at any time and see Shadow Milk on full display. He tried his best not to worry, and walked naked back to his bed before collapsing from exhaustion. 

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Pure Vanilla held his ear against the door leading into the small room with the table, waiting patiently for Shadow Milk to come and grab his food. He wasn't expecting the sudden declaration from him but he was expecting Shadow Milk to make some sort of attempt to talk to him, after all he was the only person Shadow Milk saw. He listened as a loud shatter came from the other side of the door followed by a slam. He sighed quickly before opening the door and seeing the broken plate and tainted food on the ground, along with a jam stained shard that was on top of it all. He had to quickly leave to pick up all the pieces, and make sure Shadow Milk didn't have any of the glass shards in his possession. 

Coming back quickly he realized he didn't lock any of the doors, his frantic attempt to make sure his prisoner didn't have a weapon he completely forgot to make sure his prisoner couldn't get out. Luckily he could hear the faucet running in the room, assuming Shadow Milk was trying his best to attend to his cut. He locked the bedroom door and swept up the remains of what was supposed to be Shadow Milks breakfast. Once he got it all up he left the small room and locked the second door as well. He had been too careless, his resolve was beginning to waiver and he was finding himself being too empathetic toward Shadow Milk. He had to get himself together. 

He walked down the isolating hallways until he reached the kitchen. He called one of the attendees to try and piece the plate back together as much as he could to make sure there weren't any pieces taken. 

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Pure Vanilla delivered Shadow Milk's lunch at the same time he did everyday. He knocked on the door but didn't hear the sound of the other cookie coming to get his food, so he left it there. It wasn't until he was there delivering his last meal of the day that he saw the lunch plate hadn't been touched at all. He wouldn't be too worried about this if it wasn't for Shadow Milk not eating his breakfast either, he didn't want the beast to die from starvation, and if it was some sort of hunger strike he was on he wanted to settle it properly. 

When Pure Vanilla stepped into the bedroom the first thing he noticed was how messy it was. Clothes littered all over the floor and furniture had been moved. He could see on the edge of the dresser the jam from Shadow Milks wound, looking up he also saw it on the wall and window ledge. He pieced together what happened in his mind, figuring that Shadow Milk had been extremely desperate to look out the window and kept hurting himself in the process. 

What caught Pure Vanillas' eyes once more was the naked beast lying on top of the bed sheets halfway falling off the bed. He stepped closer and looked into the open bathroom, seeing his usual jester outfit and under garments hanging from the shower rod. "He could've at least worn the provided underwear.." Pure Vanilla muttered to himself. He readjusted Shadow Milk's position on the bed, being delicate enough to make sure he didn't wake the sleeping cookie as well as not hurting his wounded hand. He looked around the room to find underwear to put onto the sleeping beast, and found a pair for him to wear. 

He sat down at the edge of the bed once again, but this time he knew for sure Shadow Milk was asleep. He lifted the blue cookies legs to slowly slip the holes of the underwear around his feet and up his thighs. He was... extremely too close. He could smell the scent of blueberries that Shadow Milk tried his best to mask from the world. He obviously didn't want many people to know he was an omega, but his efforts seemed to wane whilst he was asleep. The scent slowly seeped from his sleeping body. It was quite strong in certain areas such as his neck and nether regions. His face was so close to the sleeping cookies' genitals, seeing the air that expelled from his nose slowly parting the hairs that sat above his cock. 

Pure Vanilla was getting too distracted, he pulled up the underwear and let out a sigh. He tilted his head down, feeling the top of his forehead pressing against Shadow Milk's stomach. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Gosh, how are you doing this to me with just your smell, I don't like it." He could smell the scent of Vanilla mixing in with the blueberry scent, he was subconsciously letting out his own pheromones in a time of weakness. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, he didn't think the smell of the beast of all cookies could make him feel so off. 

He didn't mind his pheromones wafting in the air, actually that was something he was meaning to do for a few days now, spreading his scent all over the room. He looked back up at Shadow Milk's face, making sure that he was still sleeping. When he reassured himself that he was Pure Vanilla looked over at Shadow Milks injured hand. Reluctantly he took Shadow Milks hand on his own and used his magic to heal the cut on his hand. He hadn't done a good job at cleaning it, especially since he decided it was a good idea to neglect it while pushing a dresser. He removed the cloth that surrounded the wound and saw it was no longer open, a scar had presented itself in its place. Now having no more reason to be in the room he walked out and locked the door behind himself.

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Deprivation 

Shadow Milk still felt the effects of total exhaustion. His head hurt, and his body ached, it was a dumb move to strain himself like that with or without his soul jam. But he finally got a glimpse of the outside even if it was just for a minute. He still lay there in his bed, but a few things felt a little different. For one his hand no longer hurt as much as it did before, he lifted his hand in front of his hazy eyes to only see a scar that lay in his palm. He was also no longer completely naked. 

It took him a second to notice but the room looked different as well, not only looking different it also smelled different. The cleanliness of the room as well as the stench of Pure Vanillas pheromones hung in the air. It was everywhere. On the blankets, the pillows and he knows it was most likely all over the clothes. He never really cared for the scent of another person, whether alpha or omega, nor did he care for his own. But Pure Vanillas smell was vastly different from any others. It felt... different. It oddly made him feel a bit more comfortable, but it also made him feel something he didn't want to consider. 

He thought back to the first day Pure Vanilla locked him in his bedroom cell, the parting words of a noble ancient, 'It has come to my understanding that your secondary gender is omega. If that's so then I'll have you know, you'll definitely need my help' He sat up straight in his bed, he didn't want to think of the implications it made. He didn't want to have to rely on Purs Vanilla for anything else. 

After a few more minutes lost in thought he heard a knock come from the door, he knew he had woken too early for Pure Vanilla to come so he walked himself to the door and opened it slightly. Behind the door he saw the usual sight of a plate sitting on the pitiful table. When he walked in he strolled right past it and held his ear up to the second door. He could smell him behind the door, the scent of his pheromones seemed to be awfully prominent these days. 

"Oh Pure Vanilla I'm so sorry about the mess I caused yesterday, " he said through the door, loud enough for the other cookie behind it to hear "but I'm not really hungry today either, sorry!" He was lying, his stomach had been hurting from how empty it was, but he knew saying that would make Pure Vanilla come into the room. He walked back to his bed, closing the door behind himself and crawling to the middle, waiting for the door to inevitably open again. Less than a minute later the bedroom door softly opened and in came Pure Vanilla with the plate in his hand. 

"I knew you'd come! I guess you get all sensitive when someone mentions not eating hmm?" Pure Vanilla didn't entertain his nit-picking with a response, or a reaction. But it did get to him slightly. He walked closer to the bed in front of him, looking at Shadow Milk with an unwavering smile.

"You didn't eat all day yesterday, I don't want you to starve alone in here" He sat down on the side of the bed, placing the plate next to Shadow Milk, urging him to eat it. Shadow Milk simply rolled his eyes and turned away. 

"What's with the smell Vanilly? It's quite stuffy in here" The smell of Pure Vanillas pheromones intensified as soon as he walked through the door. It felt like he was on the brink of suffocation, enough air to breathe but too much scent to breathe clearly. Shadow Milk did his best to cover his nose but the smell crept through the cracks of his fingers. 

"I see you've had quite the interesting day yesterday, you must've been really tired" Pure Vanilla didn't respond, yet again, to Shadow Milk s question. He grabbed the spoon that rested on the side of the plate. "If you don't eat then I'd have to feed you, and that doesn't seem quite pleasant for either of us. Your teeth are quite sharp." He ushered for Shadow Milk to grab the spoon in his hands, but unfortunately both of Shadow Milk's hands were busy covering his nose and mouth, trying his best not to smell most of the pheromones that were surrounding him. 

"Will you STOP with your smell already?! I can't breathe!"

"That's because you're covering your mouth, just uncover it and take a breath." A smile still spread across Pure Vanillas face, he was enjoying this. Enjoying watching Shadow Milk try his best to avoid anything Pure Vanilla did to him, he would rather suffocate than breathe in any of the scent around him. 

After placing the plate on the bedside table, ensuring it wouldn't be broken Pure Vanilla crawled closer to Shadow Milk and grabbed both of the hands that covered his mouth. Shadow Milk yelped in surprise, getting hit with a big wave of Pure Vanillas pheromones. His eyes grew watery from the intensity and he tried to pull his hand back to his mouth but struggled under Pure Vanillas grip. 

"You should eat something, I'm worried you'll get sick." The same relentful smile still plastered across his face. Shadow Milk was sick of seeing it, he wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face, he wanted to see Pure Vanilla in a strong state of detest. They struggled again, Shadow Milk trying his best to free his hands from the grip that encapsulates them but Pure Vanilla was unrelenting in his strength. Their fiasco ended when Shadow Milk ended up with his hands pinned above his head and back laying flat on the bed, Pure Vanilla above him. 

Shadow Milk especially hated the position they were in, his body wiggling underneath the ancient above him. "If you wanted your clothes clean you should've asked me to clean them, sleeping naked truly isn't very comfortable" Shadow Milk didn't understand what Pure Vanilla was talking about, or why he was talking about it. He was just saying anything and it didn't make sense at all. He was just focused on ignoring the questions Shadow Milk asked. The smell of Vanilla was constantly attacking his nose, he could feel it in his nostrils and throat and it made his head foggy. 

He was lost in thought about what motivations Pure Vanilla had for whatever he was doing before feeling a finger sliding down his torso. In his surprise Shadow Milk yelled in response, the unexpected finger felt unpleasant against his warm skin. He wiggled yet again but it was a bit more violent this time, trying to shake off the touch on him as well as trying to get free from the hand that held him. "Urgh, get off!" Shadow Milk shouted but the wandering hand slipped underneath his thigh, pushing it forward and into the air. His hand moved underneath the beast's knee, keeping his leg in place. Shadow Milk felt helpless, like his body didn't belong to him anymore. The pheromones he inhaled felt like it was preventing his body from moving at his full strength. The combination of yesterday's exhaustion, the Vanilla scent wafting in the air, as well as not eating for a full day made him considerably weaker. It was uncomfortable to say the least. His face scrunched and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His body was constantly struggling to move but the hands on them kept it in place. 

"Pure Vanilla stop it!" He yelled out before the hands on him retreated but the scent stayed. He felt insanely tired, and he was quite out of breath. Between angry eyes he looked up at Pure Vanilla who still had that vindictive smile on Pure Vanillas face. It didn't bring Shadow Milk comfort, his smile was something that he always hated seeing. He knew whenever Pure Vanilla smiled at him it was false. 

"Don't be so wary, I'm not going to touch you where you don't like, I'll only touch you when you beg me to" Those words stung. Shadow Milk would never beg him for anything, he would never stoop so low to willingly show any weakness in front of Pure Vanilla. "Please eat your food, you'll need all the energy you can keep." Pure Vanilla crawled back off the bed and walked to the door, taking a look back at Shadow Milk before walking out of it. 

Shadow Milk didn't realize he was holding his breath and released all the air trapped in his lungs when the door closed. He sat up on his bed again, catching his head in both of his hands. He felt his hair falling beside him. Taking a moment to breathe properly. He felt like he was gonna choke from the sheer smell of Pure Vanilla. After catching his breath he had to confront the truth, the hands that were on his face felt the heat of his cheeks, lifting his head he let his hands travel down to feel his slick soaked underwear. 

- ♡ -

Pure Vanilla was a very busy man. Although he wasn't the current ruler of Vanilla kingdom he still played an important role in maintaining the prosperity and happiness of his kingdom. Walking around and seeing the happy faces of his residents brought him overwhelming joy. He was constantly completing a multitude of tasks, almost getting distracted during each one, causing him to be in a tight time crunch. The joyus feelings that overwhelmed him almost made him forget about a rather important task. 

He quickly rushed into the castle, going slow enough to not alarm anyone but going fast enough to get to his destination in a timely manner. He had made it in enough time to see the kitchen had already closed down to prepare for dinner. He sighed before his gaze met a lone plate sitting at one of the dining tables, a cook left him a note saying it was for Pure Vanilla, but he could always eat later. He grabbed the plate from the table and made his way to the top of the castle. 

Walking down the hallway to the room that held the beast Pure Vanilla felt a shift in the air. It grew heavy and smelled different. As he drew closer to the room the smell intensified. He pulled at the neck of his shirt, the stuffy air made his clothes feel a bit uncomfortable. Just a few hours before he got there the air felt fine, now it was intoxicating. When he reached the first door of the bedroom he unlocked it, on the table sat an empty plate. He ignored it and locked the first door behind himself. When he opened the second door there was a sight that Pure Vanilla knew he'd eventually see. 

Shadow Milk was sprawled out on the bed, clothes halfway on and hair disheveled. His cheeks were bright red and his face held an expression of desperation. His hands felt all across his body, but obviously neglecting the places he wanted them the most. The overwhelmingly sweet scent of blueberries was constantly coming from his body, filling the air. It was like a completely different person overtook Shadow Milk, earlier he was quite displeased with Pure Vanilla, but now he was on full display for anyone to see. 

Shadow Milk shot up from lying on the bed when he heard Pure Vanilla closing the door behind himself. His face was full of disdain, but his chest rose and collapsed at a steady rate. "Ah-, I don't need you here.. just put it down and leave" Pure Vanilla didn't listen to Shadow Milks commands, he only got closer. To Shadow Milks dismay he put one hand on the other cookies forehead, his dough felt hot to the touch. Shadow Milk pushed the hand away that was on his forehead. He turned away, despite how hot his body felt he pulled the blanket over himself. 

"I wasn't here to offer help." Pure vanilla sat down the plate of food and was getting ready to leave, while moving away from the bed he felt a hand pulling him back toward it. Pure Vanilla was surprised, he hadn't expected Shadow Milk to need his help so soon, but he was mistaken for now.. 

"Hhaahh,, I need suppressants, it's so much" Shadow Milk begged. Shadow Milk had his fair share of heat cycles, but this time it felt a lot more intense. He had no clue why he felt so much different this time, there was something Pure Vanilla must've done to him. 

Pure Vanilla delicately placed both of his hands on either side of Shadow Milks cheek, feeling how hot it was. He could tell Shadow Milk was trying his best not to give into the touch, his body was betraying what his mind was speaking. Pure Vanilla let out a sweet laugh, his face grew innocently closer to Shadow Milks, his mouth getting quite close to Shadow Milks ear. He could feel Pure Vanillas breath brush against his ear. It sent a shiver down his body, going all the way down to his lower region. "I have them, just none for you" 

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Desperation

Heat. The dough on his body felt so hot, like he was constantly sitting in the middle of an inferno. His clothes had been discarded a long time ago, and his hands were the only thing covering himself. Every movement he made sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. His face contorted and his body ached for more. Whenever he had gone into heat he could manage it easily, touching himself enough for his body to calm. But the scent of vanilla that still lingered on the bed sheets. The smell made him so weak, made his body yearn for the owner of this scent. His own pheromones flew through the air in a frenzy, covering every corner of the room. The two scents mixing together made it seem like there was a bakery in his bedroom. 

Every time he would go to touch himself the thoughts of Pure Vanilla ran through his mind, these unwanted thoughts made him angry. For the past few weeks Pure Vanilla was the only person he saw, the only person that could help him, the only person he wanted to help him. These thoughts drew him crazy. The image of Pure Vanilla running his hands on his body, the coolness relieving the hot sensation that he felt. His long fingers exploring the orifices that needed their attention, and his own manhood sliding in and out of Shadow Milk's body. Every time he closed his eyes he could only imagine what things he wanted Pure Vanilla to do to him, it made him sick, it made him confused, it made him titillated. 

- ♡ - 

Every morning he had a routine, wake up, bathe, put on his usual attire, and head off for his daily duties. Putting on his robes a short interruption stopped him from completing his normal tasks. The door to his bedroom swung open, not harsh enough to warrant an overreaction but fast enough to let Pure Vanilla know who was at the door. He turned his head to look toward the familiar face in the doorway, Golden Cheese stood with pride and conviction at the entrance. 

"It's always a delight to see you Pure Vanilla" the tone in her voice sounded sincere and friendly. Although she is a fierce warrior, she did have quite the welcoming presence when she wanted to. She walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her quieter than she came in. 

"It's great to see you as well Golden Cheese, I see you've been a lot better since your recent travels." The same enthusiastic smile was on his face, it was his default greeting to anyone he saw. It was meant to bring a lighter atmosphere, most people felt it was nice, but there was one who hated it deeply. 

"How have you been? Are you settling well with your new form?" Golden Cheese walked around Pure Vanillas bedroom, she seemed to be diverging the conversation from her real intentions. She took in all the bedroom decorations, sliding her fingers across the trinkets and dressers that lined the walls. 

"I appreciate your visit, I truly do, but I don't believe you came here just for small talk" Pure Vanilla looked over at Golden Cheese, watching as she gave up the formalities and hung her head. After a brief moment of defeat she looked back up and walked up to Pure Vanilla. 

"I guess I can't stall forever, I see your kingdom is as peaceful as it was before, you must have him under control then" The inevitable question finally came out. 

"Yes he is being handled personally by me." Which was the truth yes, but he couldn't tell her all the details because it's quite unconventional. He doesn't like being vague with his friends, but this isn't a situation that he can just naturally explain away. 

Golden Cheese placed both of her hands on either side of Pure Vanillas arms, staring intensely into his eyes with a concerned gaze. "I understand that you tend to see the good in everything, but your kingdom is your most precious treasure to you, and to let someone like him stay here may compromise the things you've built from the ground up. I just want you to know that losing something precious to you is something I'd hate for you to go through too" 

Pure Vanilla had to look away, he couldn't face his friend's worrisome eyes and apprehensive words. He didn't want her to worry like this but he also was in a tight situation himself, he didn't have the time nor the determination to tell her everything, but he also didn't want to lie to her face. He had to make an excuse, and a believable one at that. 

"I know you're worried, and I know you want what's best for your friends. But truly, you have to believe me when I say everything is, and will be fine, even if you have to visit every day and check for yourself." His words brought her comfort, but not enough to ease all her worries. Knowing Golden Cheese she just might stop by every day to check on things, but she wouldn't be too invasive like that, she was also a busy woman herself. Pure Vanilla wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. She's surprised but hugs him back nonetheless. 

- ♡ -

His body constantly wiggled in anticipation, it had only been a day and yet he was already desperate. This stupid moral high ground Pure Vanilla found himself upon had begun to drive Shadow milk mad. He was ready to get this over with, this impossible yearning was foreign to him, he had never felt this driven to someone before. It's not like he liked the feeling, it was just different. 

He found himself constantly touching, not satisfying, just touching. Feeble touches all along his torso, using his fingertips to feel his nipples, swirling it around his areola. They were quite sensitive, but that was the only stimulation he allowed himself to have. He didn't want to touch himself, he wanted to prove a point. Prove to Pure Vanilla that he didn't need him, he didn't need help, he had endured this by himself for decades, and he can do it again. But it is quite hard to prove something to someone else when you don't believe it yourself. 

It had been all day since he saw Pure Vanilla, but he made sure Shadow Milk could smell him. Every time he left that lonesome room with the singular table it was like a gallon of perfume had broken in there. The first time it happened he could barely move himself, his mind raced and his body reacted unwillingly, it was like being an omega was a curse against him. His body quivered and his hole leaked slick through the limited amount of clothes he had one. He found himself having to change underwear more often than usual.

Lust, temptation, and arousal are all words that are used to describe a vice, and it was currently the only words that could relate to the experience Shadow Milk was currently going through. He'd give everything to melt into the sheets right below him. He looked out the high window, seeing that it was already night time, knowing he'd have to endure another day of these awful feelings. But he could really say they're too bad, pleasure was a great fervor under normal circumstances, but he couldn't really argue since he had never been in a 'normal' circumstance. 

His breath waiver, his leg shiver and his mind hazy, going to sleep wasn't something that would happen soon, so all he had was his imagination. Every time he closed his eyes images of Pure Vanilla flashed through his mind, they were all but PG. His vivid imagination didn't help in the slightest, he only found himself wanting the real thing. It's not like he couldn't get the real thing, he was just too stubborn to get it. But since he didn't want to give up his resolve it wasn't a problem to just picture it, right? 

He moved his hand slowly, regretting every movement he was making. Hooking his finger in the elastic of his underwear he pulled it down to his thighs, past his knees, and finally around his feet, discarding them to the side of the bed. Gliding his hand down his torso his fingertips met the base of his cock. It was already hard just from the lewd thoughts that ran through his mind. His fingers wrapped around his cock, they slowly slid up the shaft until his thumb met the tip, feeling it already leaking with precum. He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth and letting a short groan escape between them he didn't expect such simple movements to get him riled up. Being in heat caused the pleasure from every touch to be exacerbated intensely. 

Not wanting to over-exhaust himself he moved slowly, his hand stroking up and down his cock at a steady pace. But going slow wasn't a great idea, every time his fingers met the tip a shudder went through his body. His breath was shaky, feeling the rise and fall of his chest grow faster he focused on one thing, conjuring up an image of Pure Vanilla being the one with his hands around his cock in his mind. 

He didn't want to be heard, it was like his secret, he didn't want anyone else to know the pictures in his mind while he masturbated shamelessly. He dug his teeth into the outside of his bottom lip, he wanted to keep his embarrassing moans to himself. His movements got faster, his hips rocking to the movement of his hand. The heat in his body pooled in the bottom of his stomach, his eyes still shut tightly as the image of Pure Vanillas discernable smile popped into his head. He wanted nothing more than to see that smile wiped from his pathetic face, he wanted to see what sultry expression he'd have while fucking Shadow Milk into the sheets. 

He couldn't hold back anymore, he finally opened his mouth, low toned moans escaped his lips as he felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. His unoccupied hand traveled up his body and two fingers captured one of his nipples. His breath was growing heavy and his body was uncontrollable. His mind was filled with such dirty thoughts, everything he wanted Pure Vanilla to do to him, where he wanted him to touch him, where he wanted his mouth, his hands, his cock. Images of them copulating like wild rabbits flashed every time he closed his eyes. Oh how he yearned and ached for the real thing. 

A loud whine broke out from his throat, the pleasure from his orgasm sent a jolt coursing through his body. His eyes rolled as he felt the warm thick liquid running down his fingers and the side of his cock. He can't even fathom the sheer embarrassment he felt from orgasming to just the thought of someone else, his body still craved for more stimulation. He felt slick from his neglected hole built up between his legs, begging for some attention. 

He had already done one deplorable act in the name of his heat cycle, what was just one more. Not giving himself time to calm from his recent orgasm he moved his hand between his legs, placing one of his fingers at the entrance of his leaking hole his legs twitched in anticipation. He took a deep breath before breaching past the tight muscle of his hole. His face scrunched, his fingernails were a bit too long so it hurt a little, but that didn't stop him. After taking a second to take another deep breath he pushed his finger in further and further until it reached the knuckle. He was quite impatient. Soft and breathly moans spilled from his mouth, although he only had one finger inside it still felt so delightful. 

It took him a second to get used to the foreign sensation inside of him but it wasn't too long before he began moving, thrusting the finger in and out of his soaking hole but at a pace so slow as to not hurt himself. He turned his head, getting to take in the smell of Pure Vanilla once more, he swore the scent made his body feel a hundred times more sensitive. The thrusts picked up pace, but he still felt like it wasn't enough, no matter how hard and fast he went with one finger it was never going to satisfy him to the point of an orgasm. 

Once he got familiar with one finger he lined his second one up to join the first. He briefly stopped the movement of the first finger to add the second one. When it pushed past the entrance he could feel the muscle stretch to accommodate for both of the fingers inside him. After a moment the thrusting of the fingers were slow again, the slick that leaked from him lubricated his hole which made it quite easier to move. His cock still leaked, the feeling of the viscous liquid slowly sliding down his shaft tickled slightly. He didn't want to imagine the amount of cum he'd already spilled onto his stomach. 

Finally feeling comfortable enough to go a little faster he did just that, the fingers inside him felt wonderful, but they were quite too short for him to get anywhere meaningful. All he could think of is how Pure Vanillas fingers might've been able to reach the spot inside him that would make him see stars. Pure Vanilla was the only thing that occupied his mind. He wished so hard that he was the one to be doing such inappropriate things to him. Pure Vanilla was never the type to falter in the presence of another person, always keeping his same smile and positive demeanor whenever he was around anyone. Shadow Milk wanted to see him lose control just once. 

The two fingers thrust rapidly, chasing the previously experienced high of his orgasm. Feeling the same build up in his stomach again he couldn't help but release audible moans and pleas, chanting Pure Vanillas name over and over again. His mind was hazy as his orgasm was near yet again. His back arched off the sheets, his free hand grabbed his own thigh to spread his legs further apart. Just as he felt he was on the brink of bliss he hears the ever so familiar noise of the bedroom door creaking open. 

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"Your look of desire is quite pleasing to see" 

Shadow Milk couldn't focus on Pure Vanillas words, all he could think about was the fleeting feelings from his almost orgasm. But at least now he has the real thing, he doesn't have to let his imagination run wild, he can now experience all the unjust acts he pictured in his head. 

"I see you've been enjoying yourself quite a bit here, but there is something else you want, isn't there?" Shadow Milk looked up at Pure Vanilla through hazy lust filled eyes, everything he had been thinking about until now presented itself in an obtainable opportunity in front of him. He craved for Pure Vanillas touch, but he couldn't find the words to ask, no—beg for salvation from his prison of arousal. He placed his hands on either side of his body, using his remaining strength to push the upper half of his body off the bed. He opened his mouth briefly, expecting words to come out, but the only thing that did was a pitiful whine. 

"I came here to help you, but if you don't ask for it then I won't do it. Maybe I'll give you another day to-" Pure Vanilla's words were cut off by two hands grabbing at his clothes, they were clasped tight around his robes, almost like they were ready to pull them off. Pure Vanilla looked down, seeing the tired look of arousal on Shadow Milk's face stirred up something carnal inside of him. He was holding himself back, the smell in the room drove him crazy. All he wanted right now was to swallow Shadow Milk whole, but he couldn't, he wasn't the one who was supposed to be desperate here. 

"Please... ngh,, touch me.. everywhere" Shadow Milk could barely get the words out of his mouth, the twinge of desperation shining through his words. His hands held tight on Pure Vanillas clothes, he didn't want to let go, of all the wild thoughts running through his mind he knew one thing for sure. He was gonna have Pure Vanilla tonight. 

A hard tug on the bunched up fabric sent Pure Vanilla falling down on top of the blue cookie, he landed with his hands on either side of Shadow Milks naked figure. "Hm.. You're quite eager" Pure Vanilla muttered before lifting himself and beginning to rid himself of his day to day attire. His clothes mostly came off in one fell swoop, leaving himself in a black bodysuit with cut off sleeves. He took his time taking that off, Shadow Milk didn't know if Pure Vanilla was putting on a show or just stalling— though it didn't matter, he just wanted to feel something. 

Two cold hands came to rest on Shadow Milks torso, they ran down his body until they met his waist. Pure Vanilla was busy admiring the body under him to notice Shadow Milk grabbing his wrists. "If you're not going to be useful then you can leave" the words came out with a struggle, Pure Vanilla could see the pained expression of restraint on his face. It was obvious how bad Shadow Milk wanted this, but he didn't want Pure Vanilla to see all of the desperate desire that ran through his body.The hands that wrapped around Pure Vanillas wrists retreated, hoping that his words could speed things up a little. 

"I don't believe that's what you truly want me to do, is it?" A light giggle escaped Pure Vanilla's mouth before one of his hands snaked down toward Shadow Milk's entrance, a single finger probing its way into the soft flesh of his insides. A choked out moan emerged from the back of Shadow Milk's throat, the feeling of someone else's fingers inside of him was so foreign and sudden. But it was far from enough. Pure Vanilla could see copious amounts of slick leaking from the twitching hole, he had barely done anything but the feeling of Shadow Milks walls squeezing and sucking in just one finger was abundant. 

Shadow Milk used his arms to cover his face, embarrassment was spread across it. "There's no need to be so shy Shadow Milk, it's just me here this time" Pure Vanilla used his free hand to remove the arms from overtop of Shadow Milks face, just as his face was uncovered he felt the finger inside him thrust in and out at a rapid pace. A cry was emitted as the finger moved, it was like every feeling in his body was multiplied by a hundred only because it was Pure Vanillas finger inside of him. Whenever he did it himself his body didn't react this way, his mind was running wild and it was only one finger. 

Only one finger, for now, a second finger was added not too long after the first. The look on Pure Vanillas face seemed composed, but it was obvious he was holding himself back. His pheromones were going wild, Shadow Milk didn't realize it but his were also showing a different side of him. A primal side that wanted to explore Pure Vanillas body like it was uncharted territory. Maybe that was the reason everything felt the way it did, ingesting Pure Vanillas smell made Shadow Milk go crazy. 

Shadow Milks hands grabbed the sheets below him, the sensations he was receiving from the two fingers were intoxicating, his body was writhing in pleasure. Shadow Milk thought Pure Vanillas fingers were infinitely better than his own. He tried to hide his noises, closing his mouth to try and keep some semblance of his pride in front of Pure Vanilla, though it's not easy to do that when you're in this kind of situation. 

"You should be loose enough now, you did help a lot when you were on your own." With that declaration Pure Vanillas fingers came to a stop before shortly retreating out of his hole with a loud squelch. Shadow Milk let out a loud moan, missing the feeling of the two fingers inside him, but also knowing what was coming next. It was what he was constantly thinking about these past few days, the thoughts he was touching himself to and the images he was picturing in his mind. 

Shadow Milk felt both of his legs being lifted to lay on Pure Vanillas lap. There were a million thoughts racing through his mind, he never thought he'd stoop so low to need Pure Vanilla like this, he never wanted to crave the touch of a man he'd swore he'd hate for the rest of his life. But here he was, opening his legs gleefully. He felt so humiliated, but he also felt so good. Before he could get too caught up in his thoughts he felt something pressed against his hole. He looked up at Pure Vanilla, the way the moonlight illuminated off his slim figure was ethereal. And that same cunning smile was still spread across his ever so holy face. His long blonde hair that fell in his face, those gorgeous eyelashes that flutter with every blink, every feature complimented each other, he was like a sight for sore eyes. Shadow Milk never really looked closely, but now that he had the chance he realized, Pure Vanilla was beautiful. 

However, the time for gloating was over, because Shadow Milk could feel the bittersweet sensation of the stretch of his slick ridden hole. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip to try and silence the loud drawn out moan that threatened to spill from his mouth. Above him he could hear the soft sound of a groan coming from Pure Vanilla's mouth, peaking out from his eyelids Shadow Milk saw Pure Vanillas half lidded eyes, and red flush spread across his cheeks. Once Shadow Milk felt the cock sliding in him stop, he let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding in. It was painful, he wasn't used to this, the feeling of someone else inside him wasn't familiar at all. He didn't want to admit it but he was a little scared. 

But Pure Vanilla wasn't that kind of person, when someone is in pain he'd opt to help them, not hurt them further. That's why he hasn't moved yet. He wanted to let Shadow Milk get used to the feeling of something inside him. But it was taking everything in him not to move. The way Shadow Milks walls squeezed tightly around his cock, like he didn't want to let it go. All he wanted right now was to drill his cock in and out of the sensitive hole, but he couldn't. He had to wait. 

About a minute passed before Pure Vanilla felt he was going off the edge, he didn't feel the walls clamping down on his cock as hard as it was before, but he was still a little tight. He lowered his head down to meet Shadow Milk's ear, hair tickling his cheek before mumbling, "Can I move?" With two arms fastening around Pure Vanillas shoulders Shadow Milk nodded his head slowly and shut his eyes tight. 

His thrusts started off slow, although Shadow Milk thought he had been prepped thoroughly and his hole slinging slick like a water gun, it still felt quite painful. It was quite obvious that every movement Pure Vanilla made was out of compassion, compassion that his bedmate wouldn't feel excruciating pain. Not too long after it began the pain subsided and brought on a wave of pleasure that he could only imagine to bring himself to. He couldn't deny the fact that Pure Vanilla was hitting all the spots he wanted him to, it was quite obvious he had extensive experience in this field. Not only was he pleasuring his insides he was also providing stimulation to other sensitive areas. His teeth sunk deeply into different spots in Shadow Milks neck, each mark left were grazed over by Pure Vanilla's soft wet tongue. Shadow Milk hoped that same tongue could find itself in a more needy area on his chest. 

If anyone were to walk anywhere near the room would know immediately what was going on inside. The mixing scents of Vanilla and Blueberry swayed all throughout the air. And if the smell wasn't enough to tip someone off then the noises were a dead giveaway. Shadow Milks moans were like a sweet cacophony of moans and whimpers. If it wasn't obvious by the sounds coming from his mouth that he was enjoying this much more than he wanted then the look on his face proved greatly. Though it wasn't like Pure Vanilla wasn't enjoying it either, the delicate moans that he frequently emitted sent shudders down his back. 

His pace quickened thoughtfully, the gradual progression of his thrusts felt like Pure Vanilla was losing control. Control of his body, and obviously control of his pheromones. Pure Vanilla moved his head down to Shadow Milks nipples, they felt overly sensitive. He ran his tongue in the area around him, he made sure not to touch the flushed nubs. Shadow Milk hated the tease, he tightened his arms around Pure Vanillas shoulders, trying to signal that he wasn't all too happy about the teetering around his sensitive chest. Pure Vanilla was a people pleaser at heart, he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard, leaving it swollen. He swung his tongue around in a circular motion, making sure to coat every part of the nipple in his saliva. 

Shadow Milk felt himself reaching his climax. Each time Pure Vanillas cock slid in and out of his body the heat in his lower body grew exponentially. He wrapped his legs around Pure Vanillas waist, not wanting him to stop anytime soon. His moans were louder, more demanding. He wanted Pure Vanilla to hear the pure ecstasy that he was giving him. Shame and pride all went out the window, he wanted to feel the profound bliss of the orgasm he was previously denied. His breath caught in his throat once his cock finally released its built up tension, coating both of their stomachs in white cum. 

He wasn't able to come down from the high of his orgasm because of the cock still pistoning in and out of him. His moans turned to pleasure filled cries as he was overwhelmed by the stimuli being exuded on his body. The gentle caring thrusts were still enough to drive Shadow Milk mad with lust. Despite the resolve burning away slowly in Pure Vanillas mind, his movements were still thought out carefully, he didn't go too fast or slow enough to cause disinterest. His body moved rhythmically so as to not cause pain, he cared enough about both the giver and receivers pleasure. 

It was also quite obvious that Pure Vanilla was about to reach his climax as well. His body tensed up and his eyebrows furrowed, although he tried to keep the same steady rhythm as usual he still had to overcome the urge to lose full control of himself and move at an even faster pace. With a few more thrusts Pure Vanilla buried his cock deep inside Shadow Milks behind and released his seed. Shadow Milk could feel himself filling up like a balloon, a loud wail came from his mouth as his back arched and his eyelids fluttered passionately. A tentative moan came from Pure Vanilla as well. 

Both of them felt far from tired, but still had to take a small break to catch their breaths. Pure Vanilla still kept his cock inside of Shadow Milk, if he pulled out the semen would come leaking out as well, and he desperately didn't want that. The heat that spread across Shadow Milks body didn't go away, it only fainted a little bit, so it was assumed that one time wouldn't be enough to conquer his heat.