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continued movement within their 'cauldron.'

⠀⠀"I-I... was about to... finish...," she groaned in frustration, parted after by heavy, aroused breaths, quivering those lips in the aftershocks. Her reddened ass—coated in sweat and spit—would sway slowly in Yumia's view.
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Reisalin whined in a high-pitched voice. The ecstasy fled her system, right as Yumia stopped everything. All their buildup was reduced - as if it meant nothing.

The brunette's lower half lowered in defeat, quivering and twitching, while a couple more whines circulated from her lips due to

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vocal outbursts grew louder, lewder, and messier alongside the clumsiness of their slurping. Their carnivorous 'spoon' struggled against the rapid contraction and twitch of her walls, as they battered against it, sensing the limit being built up to.

Her eyes rolled.
Her toes curled.
Her...

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could flee from such a hold; her mobility was less reduced with their waist unlatched, if not for the relentless assault that only escalated against her groin. Her strength was too zapped, and her mind too clouded, to make use of their opportunity.

⠀⠀...And she just liked it.

Ryza's

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Reisalin knew not what to think when Yumia removed their grip on her hindquarters, freed for a brief moment, a perfect time to crawl away. But, with mixed emotions on her end, a less conventional restraint came—thrashing feet brought to heel, literally, to the floor.

Surely, the alchemist

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⠀⠀"Ah... thanks? You are adorbs too!"

Reisalin did one better - a quick kiss to their lips - before she hid her face into Yumia's body, snuggling them harder.
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Blink, blink.

The brunette is pulled without issue to the couch, where she'd be sat onto their lap; with a little blush on her cheeks, Reisalin pressed into Yumia, and she snuggled them back.

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direction with another cranny, it shook constantly anyhow, succumbing fast to the profound stirring of the "spoon" in the cauldron.

Head resting on the floor, the brunette moaned out slurs and Yumia's name across the Atelier, drooling with an agape mouth.
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Her feet—strapped in those stretched thigh-highs—thrash back at Yumia, albeit at an escalating force, nudging and kicking to both floor and their partner's knees. Their rear appeared to have a double mind; smothering into Yumia's face with one nook, but attempting to escape in the opposite

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⠀ "Okieeee... there isn't much for us to do at my place except alchemy, though. Unless you want to make a meal from the ingredients I have and cuddle on the couch..."
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⠀ " Alright! ...How do we do both? "
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⠀ " What about both? "
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⠀ " Huhhh... when did I say I didn't want one? "
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⠀ " Is dressing up and handing out candy really a date? But, sure, we can do that! "
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⠀ " Yep, yep! So, what are we going to do today? "

Her hands hold behind her back.
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⠀ " Oh, right... it is more than just Halloween. Well, Happy Anniversary to us both! "

Pecks them on the lips.
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⠀ " I remember well enough. There is no need to say it like that, regardless of whether I do or not! "
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strange flavour on Yumia's taste buds.

Suddenly, a loud shriek erupted from her maw, right as the implement separated their innards and slid bit by bit inside her precious cauldron. The pot applied heated pressure to the belligerent "ingredient," while it twitched and quivered.
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Reisalin's lower form rose impulsively after their partner's limbs claimed a taut embrace, yet fell ever lower with the swelling aggression, shivering nonstop and more after each lap. While dry at first, Reisalin's hole became increasingly wet from the spit and their arousal, implanting the

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