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ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He made a low noise as he kissed back. She was watching him train again? Odd, usually he noticed. “I’m glad you enjoyed the spectacle..~”
 
He ran his large, rough hands over her slowly, grateful of what little fabric she wore. Something about that made her skull tingle, the fact that he was so capable of such tender devotion, and brutal slaughter in her name.
 
She moaned lowly, loving every aspect of him; from his tender care to his ruthless anger. It made her desire him more passionately.
 
She clung to him, her nails against his scalp, as she allowed him to continue his workings, her moans only growing louder.
 
He noticed how much she was trembling, how she shook and shuddered. He was slowly losing his mind, his ache growing by the second.
 
"Tadgh...~!" She gasped, shifting against him more. She was so soft, even through the fabric of her dress.
 
He needed more. He began removing her dress, suddenly latching roughly onto her breast, his other hand squeezing as if he expected milk.
 
He moaned lowly and continued, a slight sinking feeling in the back of his head. This was so depraved, so unlike her.
 
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