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“My brother polished your sword for you,” the scary clown behind me rumbled, a smile in his voice. “The least you can do is polish his in return.”
I didn’t realize I was drooling until the clown pushed the beads of my spit back into my mouth, his thumb slipping past my lips.
Lots of people feared getting strangled by a terrifying clown. Turns out, choking to death on clown cock wasn’t the worst way to go.
“Aw, is someone having the creepy sleepies? Careful not to wet yourself. Riff’s into that shit.”
“Discord's Depths, you smell infernally good, little harbinger.”
“Uncuff her. I want to feel her hands on my horns when I split her apart on my tongue.”