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She leans up and seals her lips to mine. They’re thick and warm, soft against mine. My body overrides my mind, my tongue swiping out to part her lips, tasting her. She mimics my movements, letting out a little moan as I caress every part of her mouth, our tongues dancing like our bodies were to the music downstairs.

“Oh my God. What is this? It’s magical.” She holds up a jar of Nutella and dips her finger inside. Scooping out a finger full, she sucks it clean while moaning. Both Colt and I groan in response.

I wheeze out, then inhale a big breath before he dunks me under again. My lungs burn, screaming for air. He lifts me back out.

My legs give way beneath me.
I see now.
I understand.
She’s not coming home.

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💗🍎💗 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 💗🍎💗

Let’s see how this one going to be.
I’ll be the needy blondie on the right lol!

I close my eyes.
I won’t feel it but that doesn’t mean I should have to see it either.

“Is that what this is about? You want to know if my dick is deformed?” Indigo asks with a laugh.

I’d rather be their protector rather than their mate and I think I’ve made that clear more than once. However, I won’t pass up the chance to make any of them feel as special as they are.
Maybe one day someone will teach me how to feel special too.

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🎠 ❌ 🎠. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🎠 ❌ 🎠

Time to ride the freakshow wagon!
I'll be the dolly on the right.

“Ewe! Are you guys doin’ it?”

I’ve always seen him as this flawless creature, but he has scars as deep as I do. The only difference is that I wear mine on the outside.

As he pulls out, I adjust myself to straddle over her mouth. He lowers himself between her legs, immediately thrusting into her. I’m surprised at how pleasant her hot breath feels, blowing against my clit as she moans in response to his body moving inside hers.

Softly tracing my thumb across her jaw, I lean forward, kissing her hard before I change my mind. The sensation of her lips moving against mine has me gasping into her mouth. Her fingers clench at my shirt, and when she presses her body against mine, her heat seeps through my clothes.

In the very back of the cabinet behind the canned food and dried rice, sits the jar hiding the Belladonna. My heart races with excitement as I cut off a small portion of the berry.

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👑💀👑 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 👑💀👑

Ready for darkness...
I’ll be the one on the right.

There will be struggles to come, I am certain, but right now I am equally sure we will find our way through them.

“First I am going to kill you,” she tells him. “And then I am going to eat you.”

I feel the soft brush of his tail against my ankle, winding around my calf. Then I fumble my way into what I think is the right position. Gasp as our bodies slide together.

That boy is your weakness.

“And all you have and all you are will rot away to nothing. You will be nothing. You are nothing.”

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👑⚔️👑 . . . (F)BR With Loyda & Mer . . . 👑⚔️👑

I hope my wishes come true in this one 😈
Obviously I’ll be the dark queen in the middle lol!

Are we sure we can’t renegotiate that better? It really would make my life easier.”

It’s a little creepy to keep a small amount of your parents’ ashes in a box in your closet. Worse than that, to keep those ashes by the bed where I have rocked her body more times than I can count.
A lot creepy, actually.

“It’s not. It never will be. I’d rather rub my breasts against a cheese grater than ever let you touch them again. Does that make it clear enough for you?”
Cocking a brow, I ask, “Do I get to watch, at least? You rubbing against stuff sounds entertaining.”

I’m not thinking anymore, just acting on instinct, every inch of my body sensitive to his touch, my heart a drum beating way too hard.

“You know, where I come from, it’s polite to at least say hello to a person when they’ve introduced themselves. Or are you one of those misogynistic jerks who think that having a flaccid bit of man-meat hanging between your legs somehow makes you better than women?”

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🔹✖️🔹 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🔹✖️🔹

Hope he doesn’t turn pussy 😆
I’ll be the dark one on the right

Help me.

Pete had seen a number of skeletons over the years. In some ways, they were easier to look at than more recently deceased victims, who looked like human beings but, in their eerie stillness, somehow not. A skeleton was so far removed from everyday experience that it could be viewed more dispassionately. And yet the reality always hit home.

We are going to find the person that did this.
He hoped that was true.