What A Pair We Make (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He certainly wasn't lying; he was massive and throbbing and harder than stone. He hummed and sipped his wine nonchalantly, as if he didn't care.
 
He was watching with his gentle glowing eyes; no charms or spells, most likely him just flexing his new power. His moans were low growls and husky breaths.
 
She was drooling all over his cock. She was trying to keep it together, trying to beat his challenge, but fuck this was the best cock ever.
 
He suddenly smirked and her nerves felt like they were on fire. Her lips and tongue were tingling around his cock as her senses flared again.
 
She drooled heavily and whined before snapping completely. She stopped and suddenly began throat fucking herself on his cock, her tail thrashing and her spade shuddering. Her eyes glazed over and the hearts in her eyes appeared to be pulsing.
 
His head fell back with a loud moan before he gave a cruel laugh, "Fuck, you're such a wild little slut, Ulvir!"
 
She about came just from that. She arched hard and began throat fucking herself faster, before pulling back for air and suddenly wrapping her tight, hot spade around his fat cock with a loud cry of bliss, dragging her tongue over and gently sucking on his sack in an act of rather devout worship.
 
His eyes almost rolled back and he nearly roared, "H-Holy shit. Oh fuck. Yiu really can't get enough of my fat cock, can you, Ulvir? You filthy fucking whore."
 
She moaned lowly, her spade dripping and shuddering, wrapped tight and struggling to fit his cock as it pumped quickly over his shaft. She shook her head and continued, her lust growing every time he opened his mouth.
 
He had to swallow his moans so he could chuckle coldly at her, "You delightfully disgusting slut~ you have no idea how happy that makes me~"
 
She was drowning in his every sound, wanting so desperately to be filled with him. To feel just how much better it would be with her senses cranked up like this.
 
He looked down at her with his gold glowing eyes before he got an idea. He moved his glass and poured a little wine carefully down her spade so it would drip over her tongue while she played with his sack.
 
She lapped it up greedily, drooling and moaning lowly. She moved and cleaned up her spade as well, moaning louder as she made contact with the rim, moving back down to the base of his shaft and holding her mouth open and her tongue pressed firmly against his shaft.
 
She moaned lowly and continued, her heart pounding. This continued over and over, until she was drunk off the wine and his lust.
 
He had set the glass aside and was enjoying her spade as his cock throbbed more and more, "F-Fuck, I'm so close."
 
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