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π•Ώπ–π–Š π•Ύπ–šπ–’π–’π–”π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He arched and kept his noises quiet, in her ear, making sure she could still hear how wet she was.
 
β€œI-I know you’re fucking close.” He growled in her ear. β€œYou better not fucking hold out on me.”
 
Her legs tightened around his waist as she wailed behind his hand, her walls tightening hard around his cock as she climaxed heavily around him.
 
He arched hard and cried out as he started dumping his massive load into her suddenly, not stopping for a second.
 
She grunted and gave a feral moan, glad he couldn't see her tattoo start to glow, tightening her legs around his waist more.
 
"M...Mmf...~!!" She whined behind his hand, body shaking hard. She needed to let him go or he'd go until he died, but she couldn't unwrap from him for the life of her.
 
Dammit, Orielle, let go. She forced her legs from his waist, falling limp against the mattress as her eyes went half lidded.
 
Ori was plagued with so many conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he seemed to like the thought of her as some demon, on the other, she was so scared to show him. Why couldn’t times be simpler? Like when they first met?
 
She sat at home thinking about it while he was busy with work, a small infatuated smile on her face.

Orielle had been going on a bit of a binger in the human world, devoring the desires of men and women any chance she got. She almost ate a couple souls on accident. It was bad. And the bars were her favorite spots.
 
Dirk didn’t usually mess around with the bars, but after a breakup, he was advised by some friends to hit one up in search of a good time.
 
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