— ℬ𝓁𝓊𝑒 ℬ𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂 ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒。
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⠀⠀⠀✧ 𝔖𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔄𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 #𝓠𝐿𝐼𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑇𝐻
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" 𝐇 𝐞 𝐲 ! "

⠀⠀Grabs onto shoulders.

⠀⠀ " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞! "

⠀⠀⠀⠀ #seductivesunday

https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/119653091
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Collapsed in the dirt, clothes torn up and slice wounds dotted her skin.

⠀⠀" Kept me alive... bah... "
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⠀⠀It was dingy, the bare minimum; various sheets and pillows thrown around with the occasional wine stain, either Ethel used the room for awhile or the establishment cared little for cleaning. Regardless, those drunk blues laid on the mattress, and her hands palmed out for it.

⠀⠀" Sweep... "
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applied mainly on the thumb inside her mouth, the digit nibbled, suckled, and lapped on frantically, as if to end a chance of escape despite its insistent impulsion. Only once the two arrived inside, and the door was shut and locked, did Ethel realize the destination, her eyes on the bed.

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height allowed the mercenary's rear—insinuated by their tight, black bodysuit—to firmly plant to the other's hips, shook and pressed during her erratic movements.

⠀⠀She did not notice the closer movement toward the door of her room. To them, the distance felt the same; while their focus was

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⠀⠀Ethel nearly slid forward after the kick to their feet, where her back could end up shattered and skull bonked open, but Cecilia's body structure and hand kept her straight, causing the drunkard to hold perpendicularly against them and rub their whole form back into theirs. The 170cm vs 180cm

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⠀⠀" It's really hard to find a cute Eastern girl that knows the local language... ugh... "
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⠀⠀" Another year, huh... "

Her face and outfit are dotted with crimson fluid, sword too, as she sits upon an unknown corpse, gazing at the sunrise. Around her are hundreds more dead - a long night of battle.

⠀⠀" I wonder if I can get a cake for breakfast... "
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⠀⠀" Okay... a bathe in the river, and I should be ready to hunt this guy down... "
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⠀⠀⠀" 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧~ "
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #seductivesunday

https://twitter.com/vapshill/status/1934416568680648925
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⠀⠀" Mmmwaaa... weiwd... popsicles... "

⠀⠀Initially, those new intruders were met with an instant, hard bite—fearing an inevitable attempt to tear them from the sockets—but the munch quickly shifted into a pleasant latch and a sensual back-and-forth suckle. Her tongue met the push, coiling

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⠀⠀Ethel burped drunkenly after the removal of their hand. She gazed aimlessly around the dank area where they were corralled in the inn—almost looked like a dangerous alley in a city—pawing her right hand in the direction of their room, only a few doors down. Any meek drunken slurs silenced.

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⠀⠀Honestly, she had lost all sense of what this was for halfway through the licks. She must be in a weird fight, or in a new game. Whatever the case, the restraint had made the last slices of sanity in her mind loopy, and the grimy favors prickled nicely at the more depraved parts of her heart.

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flavour accumulated by the other warrior throughout the day is implanted in their taste buds.

A drunken moan muffled, drawn from the anguish brought by the lack of air.
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eye at Cecilia's interrogation, her tongue continued with its pursuit, quick and sloppy, smearing alcohol-tainted saliva on whatever was in their reach. But, as it went, she became more meticulous and sensual, dragging her smooth tongue along the folds and creases of their palm. The dirt and

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While unable to see behind them, it was almost like Ethel could sense their fervent glare down at her, fueling an excitement of smugness within her, marked with a wider smirk beneath. Unfortunately, it became clear that her initial lick had no profound impact on their imprisonment.

Rolled her

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Ethel suddenly jolts up from her cot, sweat coating their body, and letting out heavy breaths. She held tight onto her head with both hands, slowly calming down.

⠀⠀" ... Get. Over. It! " She yelled at herself, lying back down, pillow on her head.
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being pulled away out of view and earshot—hand over mouth—supposed to disprove her words? Her drunk ass was not sure whether to feel excited or scared...

Her feet kicked repeatedly into the floorboards, till she remembered a little something...

⠀⠀' Where her spit belongs. '

Cue a nasty lick!