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by
Ursa Dax
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June 3 - June 4, 2025
From the moment she’d stepped out of that human craft, she’d been mine. And I was not about to let something as tiny and unimportant as the fact I’d once murdered a man get in the way.
“Do the others stay to watch the rest?” I asked raggedly against her moistened lips, only now remembering that Silar, Cherry, Magnolia, and of course, the warden, were all still in the room with us.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
“How do you feel?” he asked with an intensity that probably should have scared me. “Feverish? Light-headed? Weak from blood loss?” “Blood loss?” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?” “About my wife?” he replied without hesitation. “Always.”
“You brought me food?!”
My fave love language
“That was a representation of my feelings since your arrival,” he said, chin raised and without a hint of embarrassment. “A self-portrait, since I could not be there to greet you this morning.”
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
A self-fucking-portrait. Between this and the porn doodles, he’s a bonafide Van Gogh…
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Telling my mom, or even my father or sisters, that I loved or wanted or hoped for something was always a surefire guarantee that I’d never get my hands on it. Ever.
😭😭😭😭😭😭
Fallon and Darcy, sitting in a shuttle. Kissing and smooching and having a nice cuddle. Fallon is paper and Darcy is rock. Fallon wants her to touch his…
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
“It is a good thing I have already removed all of my clothes!” Fallon said, sounding way too proud of himself. “I am ready to put my skin on your skin!”
“I’m not skittish,” she protested. “I’m just… I’m just… reserved!” “Yes. My reserved little cat.” “Fallon!”
“Well, not all the way better. I do think… I do think it might need another kiss treatment later.”
“For the first time since I was a child, I look into my future and I see something worthwhile. I see something good.”
🥺 my Fallon
Frankly, I found it rather rude that he did not immediately go white-eyed and fall to his knees when confronted with my wife’s beauty for the first time.
If you could call trying to get naked and bang me on the wedding altar of the warden’s desk social skills, anyway.
“Is that your way of asking nicely for another blow job?” I asked, grinning. “I… I am not sure how effective blowing on it would be,” Fallon said.
🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️
“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?”
Omg hahahhahahahahha
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“Your clitorosaurus,” Fallon said, very patiently, as if trying to kindly educate me on something instead of saying the most astoundingly absurd thing I’d heard… well… ever. “I read all about it in my book.”
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God, he felt so good. So good I could almost forgive him for making my clit rhyme with Tyrannosaurus.
“Alright. Say it with me now, Fallon. Clitoris.” “Clitorosaurus.” “Try again. Clit-or-us.” “Clito… Clitoroni.”
Not clitoroni 🤣🤣
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I should have felt humiliated, standing like this in the bright-ass daylight, holding up my skirt, panties around my boots, displaying myself so that my alien husband could have a go at petting my Tyrannosaurus-Clit.
I had so many more best days to come with my wife that I nearly tipped over with the force of that joy.
“Your hair! It is growing in a different colour. Do you need more protein?
I kissed the man who’d once been the boy in the sad story he’d told. The boy who hadn’t been wanted by his parents, by his empire, by his whole fucking planet. Who’d only had a scruffy, stray dog and some strange, stern warden to lead him into adulthood.
Maybe I didn’t have anxiety. Maybe I was just allergic to being around my mother.
