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〝 Cut all that artsy stuff out, why don’t you? That’s the difference ‘tween you and me. You fancy your spices, and oils, the bollocks. All I need is meat. Red, raw, whatever. 〞
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〝 Some bloody nerve on you, blue. When’dya grow the bollocks to throw away my state of the art moisturizer? 〞Her eyes fixate atop the newly stained tail of her coat, the sight of which earns her full ire.
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〝 You're a big hungry fucker, ain't you? Winners get rewards, now what? I ain't got any money on me, so don't go askin' for that. You can have my next plate if that's what you're eyein'. 〞
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“ What was that I just heard? Couldn't be the oh-so-feared captain of the Ossuary Pirates admittin' defeat, innit? ” An identically sadistic giggle accompanies her characteristically wry smirk. Ever the egoist.
“ That all you got, bluenette? I'm hardly satisfied. ”
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And as she'd pull further backwards from the captive hand, Roxie bids her would-be treat farewell—even so, not prior to besmearing the palm thoroughly with a coat of warm to the touch saliva. “ Think of it as a souvenir. ” the tyrant says, partly in a cheeky tone. ↓
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Gwendolyn tried to force her off, but her lack of strength mixed with her inability to control her giggles made it impossible to move. Instead, she laughed so hard, her feet would kick into the air.〝 You win! Roxie, you──HAHAHA! Okay, okay!!! You WIN! 〞
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“ Booooooo ~ oooooooring. ” She tilts her head in order to face the heavens above, that is, following the sweeping span of her slit eyes.
“ What gives, anyway? What's in it for a freak like you when pro wrestlin' exists? You don't exactly look the type. ”
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“ Quit being such a crybaby, will you? Lemme bum a nibble off you, already! Just one bite! ” she’d plead against her prey’s skin through her teeth. A wicked curl of the uppermost lip foretells she bears no intention whatsoever to ration her appetite.
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The captain’s meager endeavor at arresting the beast’s advance warrants a snicker, and for the duration, she pauses——if only momentarily. “ Thought pirates didn’t get cold feet? You lyin’? ” Her mouth pries open, and envelops the lady’s collarbone whole. ↓
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None of the force provided would be enough to prevent the rebel's onslaught of licks and grazing. It didn't help the captain was enamored by the structure of her arms and physique as a whole. She grew nervous, but determined, placing two hands over her mouth and glaring.
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grazing the skin with the breadth of her slicked, sharp teeth... and a lapping tongue thereafter. Whether it be by taste, or be it scent, the only conclusion to their game was as follows: consumption. “ I dare you.... to 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦. ” she'd prod all too eagerly.
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With half-lidded eyes to view, that laden gaze of hers feasts upon the worn-out hardiness that faintly lingers atop her delicate face. Nevertheless, tethered by their adjoined spittle, Roxie bridges the gap newly, though her destination is just shy of her captain's lips. ↓
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And even if the tyrant was met with scolding, her appearance proved it made her feel differently. Hair disheveled, lips quivering, and a rosy tint of cheek gave her true emotions away.〝 D-Damn it, Rox! Do you always have to make a mess? You could've warned me. 〞
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Her open jaw finds purchase amidst her earlobes with parallel rows lined with razor-edged teeth. Though her ensuing bite, playful as it is, ought to be unnerving——however, such unease was simply begging to be trifled with. She alternates from neck to ear, ... ↓
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anchors her lips against hers, and in doing so, coat her already glossy veneer with a fresh layer of saliva. The tyrant reels her head back, and in doing so, forges a bridge of spit connecting the two. “ You don’t seem too swell, cap’n. What, feelin’ worse for wear? ”
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“ Maybe, maybe not. ” she coyly retorts, though her facade is was painfully short-lived, ruined by the unmistakable back-and-forth sway of her tail. Roxie’s touch cups the captain just behind the ear, and before she could properly register the ‘threat’, … ↓
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She spoke as if she cared for the childish icebreaker. Nonetheless, their lips met, a kiss strangely passionate for a little "dare".〝 Look at you, your tail's waggin'. You're enjoyin' this, aren't you? 〞
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