‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒

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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 * 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚂 . . . 𝗍𝗁𝖾
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗌.
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[ً. @abhorarchive]

her soot—black lashes matted, her grave—gray eyes more vacant than ever.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ my dick is bigger
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ than yours, babe
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ xoxo 💋
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Her hands are instantly drawn to a fat ass, generous handfuls taken as the women soon fall into an intricate embrace and space looses all sense. Fuck… How can someone be this beautiful? “That ass.” Olympia grins sheepishly, utterly pleased with this very scenario.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Her hands immediately grasp Maddie’s hips, tugging her close with a grin. “Hi, beautiful.” Finger trails down a supple, slender stomach.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Come here then

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Have my baby, then, let me see you swell with my seed.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

her hands, the aching appendage sinking without care and prodding at the back of her throat, pushing past and embedding itself.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

kicked off, a cock thicker than any wine bottle either have seen and long, easily shaming most male appendages, decorated with healthy veins flops out. Thumbs press past supple lips, stretching the Nephilim’s lips out until her cheeks begin to ache. Her head is supported by +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

replaced by smouldering obsidian that appear to be the depths of purgatory. The Nephilim is dragged to the edge of the bed, her head drooping over the side. Olympia’s smile is only darkness, a frightening sight in reality. Her pants are unzipped, falling down toned legs and +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

“You’re a stupid slut.” Palm brutally collides with a delicate cheek, knocking Lilith over. “Did I say you could leave? Speak up. I don’t remember saying that.” Curls sink between her tan fingers as handfuls are taken, lifting her head and pooling browns have long since left, +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

wanton whore. “You really are a twisted little slut.” Olympia snarls. “You get degraded and you just flutter your cunt, asking me to delve in further.” Fingers retract and Lilith shows little care, speaking of finding someone else that’ll fuck her, pushing into her stomach. +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

grimly into the wall which crackles under the severity. “You don’t care what is happening to you, just as long as something is filling your cunt.” Case in point, perfectly supported. Isn’t this a satisfying discovery, a unrepentant slut. How she fucking loves a shameless, +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Degradation does nothing other than having walls fix down in a series of desperate flutters, gripping at the Leviathan in a desperate attempt to keep long digits thoroughly buried. Olympia conquers with purpose, feeding her own unhealthy desire to pummel and break. +

[LILITH @pioustwin]

Lilith giggles again, staring up at the leviathan. “Oh I know exactly what is good for me” the nephilim answers. Her little body trembles, she gasps and grunts a soft ‘fuck’ as fingers impale her and lift her with each slam up. Olympia speaks of lack of tightness which ++

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

“Stupid whores like you are always my favourite.” Spat as a powerful, muscular arm brutishly propels her long, girth fingers into a dripping cunt and bruising sensitive, syrupy walls. Lilith bounces along the wall, her slim stature helpless underneath Olympia’s weight, sinking +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Never knew she played? Plush lips go to open but quickly stops. “Yeah. It’s not a bad career.” For the last how many decades.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Friends cannot be. Not between them. Not in this moment. Not when there is so much left that is desperately desired. How can Olympia be a supportive friend when she wishes to be where Siobhan stands? It isn’t fair to Madeline. Olympia rewards her with a glance of confusion. +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

smile forming but it speaks of unmentioned pain. “I saw her when I first came. I should have called in retrospect.”

Ibnaty (my daughter)

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

“I’m aware, Els.” There is a slight inhale that scarcely flows over her lips without struggle, tongue peaking out to moisten her lip. “I just. I wanted to give her some … time.” Given their last meeting. It was a safe choice. Elizabeth grasps her with such strength that +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

would frighten most. Olympia chuckles warmly, with reverence of a woman that loves as a Mother. Supple cheeks are taken, pushed together as Olympia takes a proper glance at those loved features. “You are looking good, ibnaty.” Pooling browns fall, a small +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

moistens her lower lip. “I’m just wasting time before promotions.” Suddenly milling about back at the locker-room seems a missed opportunity. “Got a big game tonight.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ‍ ‍ 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓁 ‍ ‍ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 @noircruor]

Olympia’s teeth tap against each other in a restrained grinding. There’s a coldness in her stomach, spreading with more speed than she liked. How her head pounds, aching behind her eyes. “I see that.” Gaze drops fleetingly to a growing belly. “I’m not bad.” Tongue +