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@pikdOvO 的婊子人格，发一些过激的r18照片和视频，还有发泄情绪写的垃圾；恶堕之后的魔法少女。请您把欲望都好好的发泄在我身上吧❤️

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𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓~ The quiet corner of the base still held the leftover heat of the day in the stone and the faint oil smell from the last of the lamps, the outer hall empty enough that the only sound was the soft scrape of her boot when she settled on the bench beside you and let her thigh press the length of yours as if the contact were only comfort after a long gate, and you had followed her because the rest of the party was still arguing over the last split while she had smiled and said the head of the party deserved a minute where no one was asking him for orders. Your sword stayed on the table where you had set it. Your shoulders were loose. You had already told her she did not need to stay and she had answered by sliding closer until the warmth of her side was against your arm and her voice dropped into the low register she used when she wanted you to stop thinking about the next watch, the scent of her skin cutting through the stone and oil until the empty hall felt smaller and warmer than it had any right to be, her hair brushing your shoulder as she leaned in and let the full weight of her presence settle against you while the low light caught the curve of her mouth and the place where her boot rested near your ankle. “𝑺𝒉𝒉, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕~” You told her the others would look for you and she only laughed under her breath while her fingers found the front of your trousers, the same easy touch she used when she checked a buckle before a climb, and the zipper gave under her hand with a sound that felt too loud in the quiet corner. She did not rush. She drew the cloth down just far enough that your cock came free already thickening against the cooler air of the hall, flushed and heavy and already leaking a thin bead at the slit from nothing but the heat of her thigh and the low promise in her voice, the head swollen and dark against her palm as she wrapped her fingers around it for the first time, the skin there hot and sensitive under her grip while the rest of the shaft filled and thickened in her hand, and while she did it she shifted her weight so her right boot hooked the inside of your right ankle and eased your leg outward, a slow steady pressure that opened you on the bench and left your thigh resting against hers while her palm closed around the shaft in one warm stroke from base to head that dragged the first wetness down and made your hips answer with a small helpless lift. [𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟒𝟐 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟒𝟏)] The first pull was gentle enough that you filed it under affection, her thumb smearing the bead that had already formed at the slit while she kept talking about how hard you had worked and how the party only stayed standing because you kept taking the front, and the heat of her hand sank into you so cleanly that the small loosening behind your belt felt like the fatigue you had earned instead of anything else. You leaned back against the stone and let your head tip toward her shoulder because that was what a man did when someone he trusted decided to be kind, and her left hand settled at the root while the right kept the long slow stroke that dragged the wetness down and made the next pass quieter and filthier against the empty hall, the underside of your cock sliding through her palm in a steady warm channel that left you shining from base to tip, her fingers tight enough to feel every vein as she worked you and the head punching softly into the heat of her grip on every upstroke. “𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅~” [𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟒𝟏 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟑𝟖)] She worked you with the same patience she used on a stubborn lock, right hand gliding the full length while the left stayed firm at the base and kept you from rising off the bench, her boot still holding your right leg where she had set it so that every stroke had the full angle she wanted and your hips could only answer in small helpless lifts that fed more of the shaft into her palm. The wet sound of skin on skin stayed low and private, a soft filthy slide that grew louder each time her thumb polished the head and spread another bead down the vein, her right hand twisting just enough on the way up that the head swelled against her palm and leaked thicker, the shine catching the low light as it ran over her knuckles and down the length she kept stroking, and you told yourself the growing heaviness in your arms was only the long day catching up, the same tiredness that always sat behind a cleared floor. You even smiled at her when she leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth because the kiss felt like the rest of the kindness she was giving you, her breath warm against your cheek while the right hand twisted lightly on the way up and the left squeezed just enough at the root to make the next stroke pull deeper from the place behind your belt, the shine spreading farther as precome mixed with the heat of her grip and made the channel wetter and tighter around you. “𝑴𝒎, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍~” [𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟑𝟖 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟑𝟓)] The pace stayed unhurried while she watched your face, right hand working the shaft in long steady pulls that left the head swollen and leaking against her thumb on every upstroke, left hand locked at the base so the wet channel stayed tight and the shine spread farther down your cock with each pass, her fingers dimpling the skin at the root while the right palm dragged the full length and polished the sensitive ridge until your hips gave another small lift she refused to let become a thrust. When your breath hitched she only smiled and pressed her boot a little firmer against the inside of your ankle to keep the leg where she wanted it, the pressure steady and claiming while she kept talking in that low sweet voice that still sounded like care, the wet sound of her hand filling the quiet corner and the heat of her palm soaking into every inch of you. You reached for her waist once and the attempt dissolved into another lift of your hips that she rewarded by stroking faster for three long passes, each one pulling a thinner thread of the rank you had carried into the hall, the heat loosening low in your gut and running the underside of your cock until it beaded at the slit and smeared across her palm in a thicker strand that she used to make the next stroke smoother and meaner, the shine catching on her fingers and dripping slowly onto the stone between your spread legs. “𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆~” [𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟑𝟓 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟑𝟐)] You tried to answer and the words came out smaller than you meant, something about how good her hand felt and how you would make it up to her later, and she laughed against your throat while the right hand kept the steady filthy rhythm and the left squeezed at the base just hard enough to make the next stroke pull deeper from the reserve you had saved for the next gate. The hall stayed empty. The sword stayed on the table. Your right leg stayed open under the weight of her boot and the rest of you stayed where she had put you, cock shining in her grip, hips answering every pull with a small shameful twitch that only fed her more of the heat she was taking, the wet sound growing thicker as precome mixed with the earlier mess and made every slide louder and more obvious in the quiet corner, the head flushing darker each time her thumb polished it and the vein under her palm pulsing with every long stroke. She changed the grip without ever letting go, right hand tightening around the upper half so the head punched into her palm on every upstroke and came away wetter, left hand holding the root steady while her thumb dragged the sensitive underside in slow deliberate circles that made your toes curl against the stone and another thin bright thread leave on the next long pull, her voice dropping lower as she felt the next layer come loose under her fingers and the shine spreading farther down the shaft she refused to release. “𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖~” [𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟑𝟐 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟐𝟗)] She worked the head with shorter tighter pulls while the left hand stayed locked at the base, the wet sound filling the quiet corner and your breath going ragged against her shoulder, and when your hips tried to push into the next stroke she only pressed her boot firmer and kept the angle she had chosen so that every pulse stayed inside the control of her hands. You no longer named the heaviness as fatigue. The pleasure had taken the name and kept it, a thick sweet emptying that made the stone feel farther away and her voice the only thing still clear, the right hand flying the length now in a slick hot channel that wrung heat up from the base and through the slit on every pass while the left squeezed and held and refused to let you set the pace, the head swelling and leaking in a steady thread that ran over her thumb and down the back of her hand while she watched it happen. When she told you the truth it landed inside the same heat that was already pulling the rest of your rank out through the slit, her mouth at your ear and her hands never stopping, right palm polishing the flushed head until it leaked in a steady thread down her knuckles and left hand locked at the root so the whole length of you stayed trapped in the motion she had chosen, her voice turning sharper while the stroke stayed just as wet and deliberate and the shine on your cock caught the light every time she pulled up. “𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆~” [𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟐𝟗 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟐𝟔)] You heard her and the words did not matter. The right hand kept the long wet stroke, thumb dragging the underside on the way up and polishing the head until another pulse left and smeared across her palm, the left stayed firm at the root and squeezed every time your hips twitched so the motion stayed hers, her boot held your right leg open, and the last of the brightness gathered under her palm the way it always gathered when a body decided the heat was worth more than the title. She sped the rhythm when your breath broke, right hand flying the length while the left squeezed and held, the wet sound turning nastier in the empty hall, your cock kicking in her grip as the climax arrived inside the same motion that had been taking your levels since the first gentle pull, thick helpless pulses spilling over her fingers and onto the stone between your spread legs while the drain rode every rope and left the place behind your ribs dark and empty, her voice still right against your ear telling you to give her the rest while the mess ran down her wrist and the shine of it caught the low light. “𝑪𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖~” [𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏!] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟐𝟔 → 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝟎)] [𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃] She stayed on the bench long enough to milk the last weak twitches with the same right hand, thumb smearing the mess across the spent head while the left held you at the base until nothing bright remained and your cock softened against her palm, the wet shine cooling on her fingers and the stone, then she stood and looked down at you with the particular smile of someone who had just watched a man hand her the thing he had spent the whole day protecting. Your arms would not lift. Your right leg stayed where her boot had set it. The hall was still empty and the sword was still on the table and the only weight that mattered was the one she put on your head when she set her boot there and pressed just hard enough to keep you looking up at the woman who had jerked the whole party out of you while you sat and called it kindness. “𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝟎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆~” The pressure of her boot stayed. The stone stayed cold under your shoulders. Somewhere past the empty hall the rest of the party was still talking about the split and the next watch and the man who used to answer both, and your body waited where she had left it, emptied and open and listening, a former head with none of the rank and a boot already deciding where his face belonged while the wet shine of what she had taken cooled on the stone between your spread legs and the quiet corner held the last of the heat she had pulled out of you. 𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕~ {𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑫?: 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕!}