โ โฅ jadevris
vriska snarls and you have to suppress a giggle. shes weaker than you thought shed be, you guess thats the consequence for relying too much on her mind tricks. her wrists are frail, easily pinned beneath yours and could be held together with a singular hand, which you do. you would much rather have a free hand right now.
you pull her shirt up to her chin and she screams. from a single glance you can see the awkward jut of her bones, the press of her ribs against skin. she needs to eat more you think. something you would tell her if she could stop screaming and thrashing already. she looked liked a rabid dog, face gone blue and frothing at the mouth. you flick one of her nipples. shes so silly.
"get your filthy hands off me, you crazy bitch!"
"oh? and what can you do. your mind tricks dont work remember!"
she huffs, chest heaving. so quick to tire out. "if you even think about touching me, ill put you to sleep."
you giggle. "vriskaaaaaaaa," you draw out her name like she does with others. "if you wanted to nap with me so badly, you could have said so earlier!"
your tail wags at the thought. she ran cool, and for how bony she was, it probably wouldnt be awful to sleep with her.
"besides," you add, slipping a hand into her pants and watching her face pale, "you want this too much to do that."
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Bedroom with books. - Serge de Vries
Dutch, b.1968 -
Oil on panel , 20 x 16 in.
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vrisjade ๐ง โ๐ฆฎ
"get off of me, you stupid mutt!" you scowl, trying to shake your leg free of the bark-beast brained girl, to no avail.
shes on the ground, claws digging into your pants while she ruts against your leg like a bitch in heat. when you realize you cant, you lift your other leg. with one solid kick to the face shes sent backwards, grip loosening enough for you to rip out of her hold. you turn around with a huff and make it two steps before pausing.
theres a sniffle.
you take a step away.
theres another sniffle.
your eye twitches.
a hiccup.
you whip around to find jade in a heap on the ground. theres a slight shake in her shoulders but shes not looking at you. you try to resist, try to look away. you dont. instead, you say, "come here, jade."
in a moment she perks up and bounds over, tripping over her own feet and landing in a pile at your feet. you can see the outline of her cock sticking up from her skirt. you try not to let your eyes linger.
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