#gls kinktober 2022

[getlostsquidward]

offer me that deathless death

pairing: hela x valkyrie!reader

summary: odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

warnings: 18+, smut, extremely dubious consent, dacryphilia, power play, dom/sub, oral sex

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When Odin had sent the Valkyries to prevent Hela from escaping her banishment, you knew that there would be casualties. You knew there was a chance of you not getting a chance to go home—or your sisters, your family, your friends. Dying in battle was a risk always present, and as a warrior, it is also an aspiration—an afterlife in Valhalla.

So you desperately prayed to the gods that she just kill you now, quick and easy, with one of her necroswords piercing your chest. It's better than having to lie down amongst the dead bodies of your fellow warriors, and your family, stifling your sobs. You're not sure if there's anybody else that survived, trying to blend in as you are right now, but you hope Odin– or someone, anyone, would come rescue.

As you slowly accept that you might not be meeting your demise today, you take a moment to focus and steady your breath, feeling every stiff muscle and wounds as the adrenaline wears off.

You'd almost forgotten about Hela, but as you hear her calculated steps veering closer and closer toward you, your whole body freezes in fear– partly in delight. Finally, she'd end your life.

“I know you're still alive. Don't be afraid, come to your Queen.”

And just like that, she squashes your hope again, the remaining embers of your desire to live extinguished. There's no point in resisting anymore. If she kills you or if she lets you leave, then so be it.

Slowly, you muster all your strength to stand up, dragging your feet to stand before her as she sits on her makeshift throne. Her headdress was nowhere to be found, her jet-black tresses cascading down her back. 

She beckons you closer, “Kneel.”

Hela grins as you obey—as you should—mindlessly, your eyes trained on the ground. She lifts your chin up, meeting her gaze. She scans your eyes for any trace of defiance.

She's found none, and she finds that...sweet, that empty look in your eyes as you wait for her to decide your fate.

“If you can satisfy me in five minutes, I might let you live.”

The color drained from your face as a great deal of confusion and disbelief flooded your chest. “W-what...what do you mean, Your Majesty?”

Hela hummed as you addressed her as such, her desire to break you all the greater. “Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean, pet,” she simpers as her armor starts to disintegrate, revealing the pale skin underneath. “Now hush and put that tongue to good use while the offer still stands– or do you prefer to be one with your sisters? Your dead, cold body left to rot in the pits of Hel...” the Goddess wipes the dried blood on the corner of your mouth, “Don't you feel angry with Odin? Sending the Valkyries straight to their death without any help from him...must be painful.”

Tears start to gather in your eyes as you reel it in, and the fact that she's telling the truth makes anger bubble in you. Hela sees the rage starting to spark in your eyes, tears starting to fall on your cheeks. She leans down, your faces so close to each other. She caresses your bottom lip with her thumb, demanding entrance. Her finger presses down on your tongue, opening your mouth. You know what she's trying to do, and despite your weepy state, you comply, sticking your tongue out.

She smiles wickedly as she lowers her sex on your awaiting mouth, a lewd moan slipping on her mouth as she starts to grind on your tongue.

“Go on, cry for your fallen comrades. Cry for your trust the All-Father betrayed.”

You grab on her thighs for support, inhaling a sharp breath. Might as well speed the process, you think, as you begin to lap her folds and suck on her clit. 

Hela's wetness starts to flood your mouth, her taste in contrast to this realm. Heavenly.

The Goddess of Death delights in how pathetic you look under her—glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and her arousal glistening on your mouth and chin.

Ironically, she thanks her father for sending his army to her. It was a present in disguise, and she's found her new little plaything utterly perfect.

#gls kinktober 2022 #hela x reader #hela x y/n #hela odinsdottir x reader #hela odinsdottir #hela imagine #hela smut #hela odinsdottir imagine #hela odinsdottir smut #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #mcu x reader #cate blanchett x reader

[merryfortune]

good morningggg I had a nightmare during the night (unrelated to any topic yesterday) but I received fanart of my ferretgirl and G so wonderfully tagged me in this so I am excited to start the day despite initial reservations.

Rules:

Post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Season of Kink 2022 (defunct)

Season of Kink 2023 (excited to start)

Year of the OTP

Respectfulshipping: Do No Evil

[redacted] (its an exchange fic)

AiYusa Month 2023

Kinktober Yu-Gi-Oh! 2023

GL Yu-Ri-Oh! Dictionary - Evashipping

100ships Challenge - 11 Moonlight (still not started lol)

100ships Challenge - 3 Lion

100ships Challenge - Rainbow

and we can stop there since the rest of my wips aren't being actively worked on, just stuff I opened and went "wtf is that" and "why can't i find the thing I'm actually looking for?" (rip I think I either deleted it, never wrote it, or never saved it after writing because it was an outline to a fic I'm worried I can't/won't do justice)

I tag..... whoever reads this, its too early in the morning for me to think of people

#personal #tag meme

[getlostsquidward]

dying in your lips is how i wanna go

pairing: demon!agatha harkness x reader

a/n: re-fucking-post because it isnt showing in the tags

summary: agatha has done well on keeping her desire to ravish you under control in fears that she might scare you away, until one day, she snaps.

warnings: 18+, agatha has a penis, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal, praise and degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumflation, cockwarming, porn with a sprinkle of fluff

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“The devil is in the details.”

“That's not the only place he is.”

Agatha has warned you from the beginning, but you kept brushing her off. Not that you don't believe her, you do, being a witch and all that. You often joked that Agatha meeting you was because of a spell you botched, accidentally summoning her, and now she has to live with you because you don't know how to send her back.

You'd keep on telling her that she is the most beautiful demon you've laid your eyes on, but you haven't seen her true form.

About her true self, and how she might lose the semblance of humanity that she'd acquired from centuries of blending in with mortals—lose control, go berserk, and heaven knows what.

It has been long since she's indulged in her diabolical desires, and with you under her, with that beautiful shade of lipstick smearing on your cheeks and her cock—she knows there's only a short amount of time until she unleashes her demons.

You were so occupied sucking her that you didn't notice the nails buried in your hair starting to grow and sharpen. Agatha herself was lost in the way your cheeks would hollow, the gagging sounds music to her ears as she fucks your throat—that she doesn't feel her tail coming forth, the appendage seemingly with its own mind, slithering towards your still lace-clothed cunt.

You moaned both from pleasure, and surprise—was that Agatha? 

Briefly, you let go of her cock, your eyes locked on to the pale purple color as it starts to bleed into her alabaster skin. Her fingers, you notice, are stained black up to the knuckles; her nails, always kept short, were long and sharp and claw-like.

When you made no move to escape, her tail began to creep towards your mouth, the pointy and tongue-like end prodding between your lips. As your tongue made contact with it, Agatha whined under her breath, telling you there's more than her fingers and cock that will have their turns inside you.

Agatha's pupils are blown, gradually spreading over her bright blue irises until her whole eyes become pitch black. It should be enough to have you run away in fear, but you stay glued to where you are, looking up at her with sparkling eyes and parted swollen lips. So small. So vulnerable. All for her to break.

Her soft spot for you has her starved, keeping herself from ravishing you wholly, only indulging in kissing and dry humping—afraid that if things went too far and she let herself feed on your lust, she'll scare you away and lose you.

But with you offering yourself on a silver platter, who is she to deny?

Curled horns start to sprout from her head, along with her pointy ears, and finally, her wings–huge and bat-like, spreading freely given the enormous space of the room.

You thought that that was the last of it until she grew taller, almost seven-foot in your quick estimate. Of course, along with the growth spurt is her cock.

Goodness gracious.

You stare at it, unconsciously licking your lips at the thought of it absolutely railing the living lights out of you.

The woman– demon in front of you could kill you with her bare hands, thighs, and wings, and you find yourself aroused beyond measure. 

Agatha caresses your cheeks with a finger, her tail slithering out of your lips. “Penny for your thoughts, Y/N.”

“Ruin me, Agatha,” mindlessly, you pleaded. Agatha smirks, the lust that radiates off of you sating some of her hunger—but she needs more. “Make me yours.”

“Mm, but you're already mine, aren't you? My pretty little human.”

Agatha leans down, pressing her lips to yours. 

Your hands fly around her neck to stabilize yourself, your knees going weak with the way she's practically devouring your mouth—her forked tongue demanding entrance and slides with yours.

She hooks her hands on your thighs as she lifts you up so easily like a rag doll. Your legs hook around her waist in turn, her cock hard and stiff against your stomach. Agatha pulled away with a whine, as she settles you down gently on the faux fur on the floor—the beds and the tables not sturdy enough for her.

Your breath catches in your throat as she towers over you once again in all her infernal glory—all that was left was her fucking you raw. You want– no, need to have that devilish cock in your cunt.

Prying your thighs apart, you watch her with bated breath as her mouth lavishes your core, her tongue licking stripes from your clit, swirling on your entrance, even reaching up to your ass. Agatha's mouth is so wet and hot and your pussy clenches around nothing as she eats you out like her last meal. Her hand crawls across your stomach, her nails grazing leaving trails in their wake. She reaches out to your breasts, her thumb and forefinger playing with your puckered buds.

Agatha rises between your legs, her smile showing her sharpened teeth and fangs—so sinister, yet so beautiful. She removes her hand from one of your nipples and replaces it with her tongue, licking and sucking and soaking your chest with drool, which quickly cools with the air.

One hand slips between your bodies, finding the warmth she so craves. Two of her fingers enter you immediately as her thumb plays with your clit. Agatha relishes the obscene squelching sound your cunt makes. She feels you clenching around her digits, and slows her thrusts. You whine when she removes her fingers, feeling so empty. “Uh-uh, sweets. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

She has no doubts that your pussy will swallow her huge dick greedily, but she licks you again, and again, for good measure. “I can't get enough of this fucking pussy. You taste heavenly, my pretty slut.”

Before you can say anything, if there's still anything/ left for you to say, her cock slides into you in one sharp thrust, not even letting you breathe for a second.

Oh well, you've been waiting for it.

Agatha lifts your legs up to her shoulders so she can reach into you deeply, your heels digging into her skin as she fucks you relentlessly. With watery eyes, you watch her wings flutter with every push.

Her cock stretches your cunt and you're sure she's reached your cervix. As she pounds into you mercilessly, you feel another appendage, her tail, creeping up on your ass hole. With the seemingly endless slick your pussy releases, it slides into your ass with no trouble. You throw your head back, eyes on the ceiling as your mouth falls open in silent screams and breathy moans.

“Look at you, so pretty all filled up…Do you want me to pump you even fuller with my cum? Gonna fuck my babies into you. I bet you'd want that, hm? My dirty whore?”

“Yes, fuck me! I want all your cum inside me, please, Agatha! Fuck– right there! I'm– please– gonna cum…” you babble out nonsense, mind heady with pleasure and desire to be bred by this painfully hot demon.

//

You've lost count of how many times Agatha made you cum—not that you were counting anyway. She carried your pliant body around as she maneuvers you in whatever position she thought of, her energy and stamina bottomless. 

Every part of your body feels sore and you think you need a whole week of sleep to regain your strength. You weren't complaining, though. Not every person can say they had such out-of-this-world sex.

Agatha's cum seemed bottomless too as she filled your womb up, your belly now bloated with all of her. She rests for a good few seconds before going again–and you wonder, why did the two of you have to resist each other?

And the way she empties herself into you wasn't a slow spurt of white hot cum, no– it was like a fucking high-pressure hose. Agatha just kept cumming, your name rolling off her tongue, with Your cunt feels so good, You're made for me–only for me along the lines.

Her words make you feel so fuzzy, and you're so ready to take all of it.

It didn't take too long before your belly rounded like a pregnant woman in her full term, ready to pop. Agatha tugged at your hair gently to whisper in your ear, “I love you, my pretty little human,” she pants in between words, and this time you feel that her endless cum finally had its end. Her cock is still buried in your pussy as she shrinks down to her human size. “Mine.”

—

tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @thenazwife @p-nymph @wandakink @phattypoobutt @starrknessblog @gmtsu @inlovewithagathaharkness80

#gls kinktober 2022 #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

[getlostsquidward]

say you want me and don’t be nice

pairing: stephen strange x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, improper use of ancient spells (vipers of valtorr), bondage (with snakes), roleplay, p in v unprotected sex, cockwarming, light degradation

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Stephen hissed as he summoned the vipers, sending a shiver down your neck. Why he had to do that, you have no idea, but it makes you feel hot. 

One of the vipers twisted itself on your neck, its forked tongue licking your ear. “This is a pretty nice trick, Doctor...but instead of sending these creatures, why don't you come here yourself?” You retorted, feeling one of them tear on your robes. As they stripped you naked in front of the sorcerer, he walked towards you, slowly, circling around you like a snake. The ones wrapped in both of your legs pushed them apart, the sight of you helpless and vulnerable under his mercy made Stephen's cock twitch.

He stops before you, his gaze flickering from your feet up. The sorcerer locks eyes with you. “Is this what you want?” he says, his right hand cupping your core. A sly grin tugged on his lips, “All this for me? I haven't even started yet, darling.”

“Just shut up and fuck me, Strange. I'll be out of your hair once we both get what we want.”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you?” Stephen leans closer, his lips ghosting against yours. His hand made no move to give you pleasure, and you start grinding against them, moaning softly as his calloused fingers bump your clit.

“Well, your dick is begging to be set free out of those robes. I suggest you take it off and start fucking me like the slut you think I am.”

You raise your hand in an attempt to hold his jaw, but the vipers were quicker to constrict your wrists on your back, rendering you completely immobile. 

“Yeah? You're my slut, aren't you?” he pulls his hand from your cunt, the vipers turning your whole body around with no trouble, bending you over the slab. You chewed on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock prods on your entrance. “Coming here in the Sanctum, attempting to rob ancient relics...but this is your real agenda, isn't it?”

Strange didn't let you answer, let alone breathe as he thrust himself deep into you. The sound of skin slapping, the moans of pleasure coming from your and Stephen's lips, as well as the constant hissing of the vipers make your head dizzy with arousal. The snake on your neck tightens itself, restricting your breath in delicious and dangerous ways.

Stephen's cock stretches your walls so nicely, hitting the spongy spot with every thrust. He leans down and bites the side of your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue after. You can only whine as he paints bruises on your neck and shoulders. He mumbles against your skin. “This tight pussy of yours is gonna milk me dry...want you to take all of my cum.”

“Go on, Doctor Strange. Fill my pussy up with your cum...” His hips start to lose the rhythm, his thrusts getting frantic in chase of his orgasm.

“Oh my god-” More snakes slithered around your breast, their tongues licking both your nipples; another one down on your folds, its forked tongue catching the sides of your puckered buds and aching clit, giving you the maximum pleasure as Stephen fills you to the brim.

“Cum with me,” he grunts as your walls clamp around his cock, pumping ropes of cum into your pussy. 

Stephen disperses the Vipers of Valtorr away, catching your body with his arms. He kisses all of the bruises he made, his cock still buried in you. “You alright, baby?”

You hummed, chuckling softly. “I like them better than the Eldritch whips.”

“One of these days I swear you're going to ask me to incorporate every ancient spell into our sex life.”

“And you're gonna do it anyway.”

—

tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

#gls kinktober 2022 #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange imagine #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange smut #doctor strange fanfiction #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you #dr strange x y/n #sinister strange x reader #supreme strange x reader #defender strange x reader

[getlostsquidward]

can i request sub!agatha dreaming of reader fucking her with a dildo and waking up to reader doing the exact same thing to her?

you’re my favorite kind of night

pairing: agatha harkness x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, cnc, somnophilia, cockwarming, light d/s

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There's nothing in the world Agatha loves more than you filling her holes up.

She loves to warm your strap on a slow day, where she would just sit on your lap and lazily make out with you. She loves to sit on your cock while you braid her hair and trace random shapes on her back. She loves it when you fuck her until she's sore, or just slow and gentle love-making.

Her constant need to be filled up and close to you has once resulted in you falling asleep with your fingers still buried in her. 

But what she loves most is when you lie behind her, your tits and stiff buds pressing against her back. One of her legs would be intertwined with yours, securing it in your hold so she won't close her legs. Your hand would be guiding the dildo into her cunt, the toy bigger than the one attached to your strap. It hits all the right spots, and Agatha would always find herself close to orgasm, her arousal fueled by your warm body close to hers as you kiss her neck, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“Good girl,” you'd say, and she instantly melts at the raspiness of your voice. “You're doing so well.”

“More,” she whines, her hips lifting slightly, meeting your thrusts. 

A particular deliberate thrust pulled Agatha away from dreamland, the blurred lines between her wet dreams and reality becoming clearer as she realizes you were in the exact position in her dreams. She tilts her head towards you, your lips brushing her cheek. Pressing a soft kiss, you whisper. “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Mmm, morning,” she shot back, sleep still evident in her voice.

“You were making pretty noises in your sleep, and you're soaking wet, too. Were you having a naughty dream, baby?”

Agatha sighed as your thrusts became languid, wanting more, wanting release– but she couldn't find it in her to complain.

“Mmhmm.”

“What were you doing in your dream?”

“I'm...being your good girl...bunny...mommy,” she answers, coherent enough while tethering between sleep and full consciousness.

“That's right, and good bunnies like you deserve a reward, don't you?”

Agatha's sleepy moans turned into a yawn. “Ssshhh, go back to sleep, bunny. I promise I'll take care of you and that sweet little cunt.”

—

tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @thenazwife @poetsdeadxo @p-nymph @wandakink @phattypoobutt @starrknessblog @gmtsu @inlovewithagathaharkness80

#gls kinktober 2022 #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness x y/n #agatha harkness imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #kathryn hahn x reader

[getlostsquidward]

sweet like candy in my veins

pairing: claire debella x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex, implied sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, exhibitionism (kinda?), voyeurism

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Normally, Claire admires how Jennifer Barkley commands a room full of men, makes her way through something, and walks among others with her head up. They're too similar in that sense, and if this was any other day she'd say she likes it, albeit secretly—because the campaign manager would never let her live it down if she knew.

But as the phone rang and Claire's secretary informed her that Jen is currently marching her way to her office with sheer panic in her voice, she thinks that hiring her in her senate run was the biggest mistake she'd ever made.

Only because she didn't want to be interrupted, not when her slacks are pooled around her ankles and your tongue is lazily licking her cunt, bringing her pleasure.

Glancing down at your head between her thighs, her breath hitched as you suckled on her clit. “Baby, I need you to be quiet for me.”

“Wha–”

The answer revealed itself before you could even complete your sentence as the door burst open, revealing Jen. You froze as you heard the chair scraping against the floor.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Barkley?”

Claire asks, feigning indifference. Her hand leaves your hair, clasping them above the desk. 

You don't know how long this impromptu meeting will last, so instead of just kneeling there and listening to what could be important matters, you opted to keep yourself busy in other ways.

Your fingertips skim her legs, circling random shapes on her knees. You part her thighs a little wider, pressing soft kisses on the smooth skin. Claire briefly looked down, meeting your eyes. She raises her brow in warning.

Electing to ignore the governor, you inched closer to her core, giving kitten licks on her folds. She slightly jumped on her seat as your tongue made contact, the wetness of your tongue cold against her pussy. 

Claire composes herself as she half listens to Jennifer, her right hand deftly burying itself in your hair, tugging lightly.

“Where's your pretty assistant, anyway? I was really looking forward to seeing them. Maybe ask them out to lunch,” Jen smirks, and Claire's grip on your hair wound tight as she begins to feel annoyed, wanting to slap the stupid grin off her face.

You're literally between her legs with your face buried in her pussy, but she can't help but feel threatened by Jen. She could be very persistent, after all.

“She's on leave. Why are you here anyway? Our meeting is scheduled for next week.”

“Don't worry, I won't charge you for this. Like I said, I wanted to see Y/N. Oh, stop looking at me like that. What, would you like it if I said it's you I want to visit?”

“Don't flatter yourself, Barkley. Now if you don't have anything serious to discuss, the door is open.”

Jen raises her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Send them my regards.”

The two of you breathed in relief as she stood up, but as Jennifer opened the door, she paused. “By the way, that's a really nice Louboutins you got there, Y/N.”

—

tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @starrknessblog

#gls kinktober 2022 #claire debella x reader #claire debella imagine #claire debella x you #claire debella x y/n #agatha harkness x reader #eve fletcher x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

[getlostsquidward]

180 degrees and i'm caught in between

clea x stephen strange x fem!reader

a/n: been wanting to write something for these two since those mid-credits and i just want to be in between them truly. a girl can dream

summary: clea and stephen were exposed to sex pollen while fixing an incursion. they wouldn't leave their baby out of the fun, would they?

warnings: 18+, smut, dubcon because of the pollen, threesome, polyamory, dom!clea, mommy & daddy kink, come eating, oral sex, vaginal sex, mentions of double penetration. breeding kink if you squint. everyone is bi i'm projecting

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Too immersed in reading a book, you fail to hear Stephen's voice calling out for you. You chose to visit Kamar-Taj as Stephen and Clea ventured out to fix the former's incursion, leaving the New York Sanctum for a bit in the hands of new sorcerers. (Wong was off doing Sorcerer Supreme duties.)

The familiar orange sparkles of the portal and the woman that crossed it brought you out of your concentration. “There you are, Y/N. We've been looking for you.”

Stephen had finally stepped foot in the library just in time, sweeping you off your feet quite literally as he carried you towards...your shared bedroom in the Sanctum.

Did they find you just to...fuck?

The two sorcerers scrambling to take their robes off and telling you to kneel on all fours was enough of an answer. Not that you were complaining, but it was sudden and they were in the midst of their dimension-hopping – so to seek you out in the middle of nowhere to fuck, you could only think of one culprit for their behavior.

“Sex pollen, huh? How kind of you two to not leave me out of the fun,” you teased, waiting as Clea sat in front of you, her legs pushed apart, her core so beautifully gleaming with arousal.

“Such a smart girl. Don't worry, we brought you some,” Stephen rasped, his voice deeper than usual. You could feel his erection pressing against your butt as he brought the aphrodisiac plant to your face, letting you inhale it, all while Clea watches how your pupils dilate, eyes glossing over.

The sorcerer behind you felt how your whole body shivered, smirking as you pressed your ass against his hips. Normally he takes all his time in the world preparing you, or Clea, but the amount of lust that radiates on all three of you was too unbearable not to give in to the urgency.

Stephen slowly slides his cock into you as you lean forward to lap at Clea's fold. You all sighed in relief simultaneously, but it was nowhere enough to satisfy the skyrocketing pollen-fueled lust.

Your mouth had eagerly licked and sucked the sorceress' pussy, her thighs keeping your head wonderfully trapped. Meanwhile, Stephen buried his cock deep in your belly, hitting all the sensitive spots. Your muffled moans were music to their ears, along with the lewd squelching sounds of you eating Clea's pussy and Stephen's balls slapping into you.

You knew either one of you wouldn't last for long, but you also knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough until the aphrodisiac wears off. Stephen has already filled you with his thick cum, but he remains hard as he strokes himself watching Clea clean the mess he'd made, making sure none of his cum goes to waste.

You're pretty sure everyone has had a taste of each other's cum as you switch positions every time, and Stephen is now lying on his back as you ride his face all while Clea bounces on his cock into oblivion. Your hands find support on Stephen's chest as the sorceress claims your mouth.

“M-mommy. Need you inside me,” you mewled against her lips.

“Daddy's cock isn't enough for you, little slut? Do you want mommy's strap too? You want us to fill your holes?”

You nodded, whimpering between soft moans. “Yes, please! Want mommy and daddy's cock in me…”

“If you want it so bad, then beg for it.”

—

tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

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