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Something foul and diseased must have crawled up her ass at birth and taken root in her soul if you asked me.
Short dark hair, midnight eyes, teeth as straight as my uniform. I wouldn’t have stood out if I wasn’t over six and a half feet and built like a fucking Minotaur in its shifted form. I was the perfect weapon for this job.
If an inmate made an enemy of me, I became the devil in this underworld. I had a blaze of hellfire living in my veins which could make a Fae’s time in here insufferable. And it looked like Twelve had chosen her fate already.
“Ti farò diventare la mia cagna, ragazzo del coro,”
I got a hard on instantly. It was pretty fucking low even for me. But three months in here had me humping the walls and those abrasive bricks didn’t play nice. Not even when I sweet talked them. And for someone who liked it rough, sandpapering my dick was still a hard limit even at this level of desperation.
there are a few anatomical areas which don’t exactly shift…” “So you’d look like me but you’d still have a cock?” I asked, snorting a laugh. “A big one,” he replied with a wicked smile.
“You were a goner the second you walked in here, pud. Come to daddy.” I dropped over the pot and drove my tongue inside it, devouring it all at once like the greedy bastard I was. Every bite was a miracle, every lick a fucking Divine Moment. I would happily be mated to this pudding for all of time. Except I ate her good. She was gone before she knew what had happened.
I was raised in pain and suffering, born and broken in it before I was saved
I had to be strong, even when my body begged for me to betray that resilient part of myself. I would be her thief, her rock, her weapon, whenever she needed. But I could never be hers. And she could never be mine.
Plunger instantly dropped down to press his palms flat to the floor and thrust his ass up under the flow of water like he was hoping to fill it up or something.
“I didn’t realise you had a thing for kitchen appliances, sir,” Rosa mocked. “You will be careful to keep them unplugged while you dip your dick in them, won’t you? My Uncle Ricardo got a nasty shock off of a toaster once when he shoved his finger in it, I can’t imagine the mess it would make of your-” “That’s enough, Twelve.”
“What if the Belorian got loose in the corridors?” Sin suggested darkly. “Are you crazy?” I hissed, staring at him. “That thing could kill half the Fae in here!” “Yeah…and it would be a pretty epic distraction,” he replied, like the idea wasn’t entirely insane.
