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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 months

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Yandere coworker (part 8)

Tw: noncon touching, noncon kissing, afab reader anatomy, violence, toxic family dynamics

Masterlists, part 1, part 9

Thanks for the asks about cyprus guys, it do be helping me to unclog that authors block for this stimky

Especially the ones who wanted to know more about him, got the idea from themm

"...She's sick and she has a cert' to prove it. I'll ask her to send an email after this call."

You were awoken by Cyprus's voice early morning. Softly grumbling under your breath, you pushed yourself up and rubbed your eyes. Realizing that you were lying on top of his bare chest the entire night. A calloused hand holds you in place by the ass, while the other held onto his phone that is being pressed against his ear.

"Me? I told you. I'm not coming in today. An emergency came up." The annoyance on his face evaporated away as soon as he saw that you were awake. You grunted in displeasure as he pressed an audible kiss on your very sleepy form.

You tried focusing on his banter with Jane. But everything was gibberish to you as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Cyprus gently pushed you back down onto his broad chest as he saw you swaying side to side, obviously not at all fit to go to work.

You pressed your cheek against him and closed your eyes, letting your consciousness slowly drift away again.

"You figure it out, you're the manager." He barked before hanging up on her. Cyprus stretched his arm to open the drawer of his nightstand, dropping his phone next to yours inside it.

The brunette turned his attention to you. He groped your buttocks, it made you stir a little, but it looked like you were too tuckered out to care.

"Hey."

You replied with a weak hum.

"I want to smoke."

You let out a grunt of annoyance. Struggling to push yourself off him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Cyprus pressed you closer to him.

You said that you're trying to get out of the way so he could do his thing.

He huffed. "You're supposed to stop me."

You said that he is an adult. You have no right to tell him what to do or stop whatever urges he may have. You told him that you wished he would extend the same courtesy to you.

"Oh yeah? Well, I have the urge to fuck you stupid right now." This woke you up immediately, making you push him away and creating as much distance as possible. You would have run away if it wasn't for him caging you against the bed.

You began whining and whimpering, about to break into a loud scream, until,

"Relax. I'm not doing that today." His voice took on a condescending tone. However, his fingers are still digging into your soft flesh, keeping you in place under him.

"Help me fight the urge to smoke." He ordered. "I won't let you go until you do something about it."

You frowned, forcing your brain to think early this morning.

You asked when and why he started smoking. His eyes darted to the side as he actively recalled the first time he did it.

"I started when I was twelve." He rolled to your side, but his arm still kept you in place. "My sister tried her best to keep me away from it, but I was a little shit. I stole a pack from her handbag and the rest was history."

You asked what kept him going. He shrugged.

"I looked... cool. And it calms me down, I had to work after school, to pull my own weight around the house. Juice boxes and candies weren't enough to soothe my nerves after a long night of dealing with fucking morons." Cyprus absentmindedly played with your hair as he reminisced about his youth.

You asked him what work he could have possibly done as a 12-year-old.

"You know, like. Shady ones. I would sell random shit on the streets, become a delivery boy for some local gangs, weirdos paid me to leave dead animals on doorsteps of specific people..." He trailed off.

You asked what he used the money on.

"Well, firstly, to keep the lights on. Secondly, on more cigarettes."

You asked how come the money from his mother and sister wasn't enough, that a young boy like him had to be robbed of his childhood to work. To that, he scowled, but not necessarily at you for asking such a question, but it was more like he wasn't fond of the memory.

"Looking expensive was apparently more important than her kids getting three meals a day." You waited for him to elaborate on that.

"We had a coffee machine when we couldn't even afford the right coffee. She had to outshine her so-called friends at church, wearing a new dress every week in her favorite color; gold. While we had to go insane and sleepless trying to put food on the table." He spat, feeling resentment for his mother for prioritizing her image.

"My sister was just like me, she had to juggle her studies while raising me and my mom." He mindlessly touched the back of his shoulder again. You wonder if his sister did something to him on that body part of his.

You asked if he still resents his mother for being materialistic.

He sighed. "...A little."

You asked him if she still is like this.

"Not anymore. It took me running away for a few days to sober her up. She was still shit at managing her money- my sister had to handle that on her own, but at least she knows she was a massive idiot back then."

You asked him how old he was when he ran away.

"Fifteen." A guilty look crossed his face. "My sister freaked the fuck out. It wasn't pretty when I finally decided to show my face again." You eyed the hand that touched the same spot as before.

You asked him if she hit him before.

"More times than I can count. She uses anything and everything, but it's mostly her cha- Slippers." He laughed.

You asked if she usually hit him on the spot that he kept rubbing whenever she was mentioned.

"Oh... no." He turned around to show you what he was touching. It's a long, large raised scar with mild discoloration, but it's clearly healed a while ago. You thought he had that while fighting. "She fucking stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Only once. But it hurt like a bitch, especially when she screamed that I was her biggest burden."

You offered him words of sympathy this time. He snorted.

"She didn't mean it. Because I heard her yell the same thing when she stabbed my mom in the hand. Plus, I was only 8, it wasn't my fault everything was the way it was."

You asked him if he gets to stab her as revenge. He chuckled at your question.

"Nope. My mom did, though. I stole her money and told her boyfriends that she has some sort of contagious disease instead." He pursed his lips and stroked his chin as he thought about the past deeply. "Yeah, I held a grudge against her for a while. I kept stealing her shit and laughed in her face whenever she breaks down. I have taken dodging and blocking seriously ever since I got stabbed."

You asked when you stopped being an asshole to his sister.

"About... fourteen. When I realized that my sister was more of a parent than my mom would ever be. It was awkward as hell, trying to make up for being this devil who's been sabotaging her for years."

You asked if he ran away out of guilt. He looked at you confused.

"Why would I..." He paused and thought about it for a while.

You continued, explaining that maybe he didn't want to be a burden to his sister anymore, so he thought running away was the solution?

"I ran away because I was sick of my mom leeching off me. She was the burden."

You asked if he thought about his sister when he took off.

"Yeah, I thought about how she's going to be fine without me. But I was mostly thinking about how I'm finally free from my mom siphoning my hard earned cash into her wallet."

You asked Cyprus what made him come back. He was chewing on his bottom lip throughout this conversation, possibly to try and suppress the urge to get up and smoke.

"My sister managed to find me one day and tore me a new one. She set my ass straight and put me back into school, kept an eye on me until I turned 18. Then, she told me that I'm free to fuck off and do whatever."

You asked him what he did.

"Finished university. I had some financial backing from my mom and my sister, but I still had to work like a dog to pay off my tuition fees. Thanks to them, I'm here today. Playing with my girl's cute and squishy ass."

You realized that he was fondling your rear during the entirety of this conversation. It made you slap his hand away.

He snickered when you angrily hit him on the chest.

"Oh come on, you liked it." Cyprus brought his face close to yours, to which you pushed him away with your palms.

You said that you did something about his urge to smoke. You asked if he would let you go now.

"Nope."

Exasperated, you let out a whine. Asking what more does he want.

Cyprus puckered his lips dramatically, even to a comical extent and made loud kissy noises. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, silently telling you that he isn't content just giving you kisses on the cheeks or forehead.

You told him that you're not interested in doing such things with him. But he cuts you off mid sentence by shoving his lips against yours.

You struggled, having Cyprus's unusually long tongue muffle your screams. But it only took a couple of seconds for you to calm down and grow limp in astonishment.

He is a... really, really good kisser. You grew more and more embarrassed each second you lingered, pathetically fighting back but clearly enjoying the dance of tongues. You liked the warmth, the erotic sounds he makes without the help of his vocal chords, the slickness and his rhythm. It's oddly satisfying and enjoyable.

He smelled of his body wash, a strong, earthy masculine odor mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke.

You couldn't tell what he tasted like except for the fact that he tasted nice.

You were too distracted by his skills to notice that his hands slipped under your oversized shirt that once belonged to your boyfriend. He's kneading your breasts and buttocks, perhaps adding to the pleasure train that you're experiencing.

However, despite not being a smoker, your lung capacity is much more inferior than Cyprus's. You panicked, repeatedly whacking him on the back as you tried to get him off you so you wouldn't pass out from oxygen deprivation.

He slowly pulled away from you, retreating his lewd hands along with him, admiring the string of saliva connecting your lips to his full ones. You're the only one panting in the room, Cyprus was calm and collected, yet you're there greedily gasping for air with your chest rapidly rising up and down.

"Thanks for the meal, princess. Next time, I'd like to know how it tastes down..." He brushed his fingertips against your clothed clit teasingly, making you jerk your hips away and squeeze your thighs together to process the sudden exciting stimulation. "...here. I bet it'll taste fucking delicious." Purred Cyprus with a pair of grey, bedroom eyes.

He laughed as you shied away from him. "You're funny" Cyprus cooed, tickling your sides until you audibly cackled.

He sat on the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching. He puts on his glasses as he rises from his seat, stretching his back muscles and arms even more.

"Oh and, thank you, doll." He looked back at you.

You asked what for.

"i don't feel like smoking anymore." He bent down to give you an appreciative kiss on the temple. "For now, at least." Cyprus continued.

"Come out in ten minutes." He said, walking out of the bedroom door and into the kitchen. You hear him start to gather the cooking vessels, utensils and ingredients needed for breakfast.

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bihansthot · 6 months

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What are your favorite kinks for Subzero and for Reptile?

Whew boy nonny this was a journey! Please note both of these boys have more than just the kinks listed below, these are just some of their stand outs! As always likes, comments, reblogs highly encourages and appreciated! This is explicit just FYI and involves an AFAB reader, I wrote lots of little drabbles for each kink. One of these days I will get my ass together and make my posts pretty but today is not that day. :<

Kinks Bi-Han:

Choking: Bi-Han is very much into controlling his partner’s every action, which includes their ability to breathe when they’re being intimate.

You gurgle and choke as the cryomancer’s fingers close around your next, his thick cock pounding into your tight hole. You trusted him implicitly, you’d never let him do this if you didn’t and he would never do it if you didn’t agree to it, it was more about trust than anything else. You can feel your toes curling as you struggle to breathe getting closer and closer to completion, your body shakes with exertion as the cryomancer continues to plow into you. You get to the point where each breath is a struggle and as you fight to fill your lungs, the pressure on your artery becomes more than you can handle as your breath dies in your throat and the cryomancer forces you to your peak, stars burst before your eyes and your body feels electrified.

Breeding: this one is kind of a no-brainer for Bi-Han, he’s the Grandmaster, he needs an heir to continue his bloodline so wanting to put a baby in you is high on his list of things that get him off.

The cryomancer held you down as he continued to pump his cock in and out of your tight wetness, the obscene squelching echoing in his vast stone chambers. “Mm qīn you’re going to look so good swollen with my heir, I can just imagine it, your cute little belly all round and full, your breasts heaving with milk for our son, it’ll will be perfect.” Bi-Han groans as he keeps fucking you. “You’re going to be good for me a drink up every drop I give you aren’t you, that’s it that’s my good little qīn, your pretty little womb is just begging me to fill it up with my cum,” he cajoles sweetly, brushing your hair back from your face.

You thrash wildly in his cold grasp as his words shoot straight to your core and you find yourself desperate to please the cryomancer any way you can, “oh please Bi-Han, please let me have your baby,” you whimper incoherently.

“You better not waste a single drop,” he whispers, biting his lower lip and you can tell he’s as close as you are to cumming. He pounds into you over and over again, causing you to throw your head back and cry out his name with every thrust.

You find yourself falling over the edge quickly and what finally sends you over is the feeling of Bi-Han’s icy cum splashing against your plush walls. You practically squeal as your orgasm washes over you and you grab at the cryomancer’s well-muscled back trying to ground yourself as your body thrashes and spasms with pleasure. You sigh happily in your hazy, lust-drunk pleasure as Bi-Han’s icy load finishes emptying into your waiting womb.

Temperature Play: this one is kind of a given for Bi-Han considering he’s a cryomancer and can’t exactly turn his cold off, he can make himself colder, but he can’t make himself warm. He likes pushing you to your limits though and seeing how much of him you can handle.

Bi-Han’s icy fingers push in and out of your tight pussy, making you moan low in the back of your throat, it’s cold, so cold but it feels exhilarating at the same time. Your body shivers and shakes under the cryomancer’s actions as he pushes his fingers in deeply teasing the bundle of nerves in your pussy. He makes a come hither motion as his icy fingers dance over the spongey nub as he applies steady pressure causing you to cry out.

“That feel good qīn? It’s not too cold?” Bi-Han asks, his cold lips ghosting over your neck as he speaks.

“S’cold,” you slur as you start to feel drunk from pleasure as the cryomancer’s fingers slide in and out of your sticky hole. “I-I can manage it though, it feels kind of good like this,” you stutter as another shiver rolls through your body.

“You look so cute when you try not to shiver qīn,” Bi-Han groans as he pushes a third icy finger into your hot, tight pussy earning another cry from you. He lowers his mouth to your sticky, sweet mouth as his icy-cold tongue laps at your clit.

“Ahh Bi-Han,” you whine and rock your hips against his handsome face as his fingers quest deeper inside you. It doesn’t take you long to come undone, soaking Bi-Han’s cold tongue with your juices, he groans as your want coats his face encouraging him to lick you harder as if he was desperate not to let a drop spill. You call his name in a breathy little whine as he reluctantly pulls his icy fingers out of your abused hole, he brings them to his mouth as he presses the sticky digit in his mouth licking each digit clean, the ice still glittering on his long fingers.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet qīn I could do this all day,” Bi-Han groans licking the last of the moisture off his fingers, he stays between your legs though as if he’d make good on his promise.

“L-let me warm up just a little bit first,” you chuckle a bit, your teeth chattering slightly as you reach your hand down to thread through his silky shoulder-length hair.

Oral (receiving): Bi-Han is very fond of blow jobs, that’s not to say he won’t go down on his partner in return, but the quickest way to get him out of a bad mood is a blow job.

You drop your lips around his tantalizing cock, standing hard and proud against Bi-Han’s perfectly chiseled abs, tip leaking with silky pearlescent fluid. You suck softly applying gentle pressure before pulling away slowly to lave at the slit gathering up the cold, salty fluid. You run your tongue along the vein that ran the length of Bi-Han’s impressive length before finally pulling it in your mouth again. You can’t help but let out a low moan as you hear Bi-Han suck in his breath as your warm mouth engulfs his cold length, he bucks his hips up slightly seeking more of your warmth. You deny him for now though, your lips hovering around the tip of his cold cock, licking and sucking at the velvety head as your spit-soaked hand teases the shaft.

“Qīn, stop teasing me or you’re going to be in big trouble later,” Bi-Han orders knowing he’s really in no position to be giving orders in his current state.

You just press a finger to his lips to silence his demands as you return to his weeping cock, pulling as much of the length into your mouth as you're capable of in one go. This action earns a rare, choked-off moan from the cryomancer as you force his cock down your throat. You suck and bob your head up and down along his length moaning as you go, the vibrations from your enthusiastic moaning pulling soft hisses and grunts from the cryomancer. You force his huge cock all the way down your throat until his dark hair tickles your nose, the stretch and burn impossible to ignore, but well worth it to look up and see Bi-Han’s beautiful brown eyes squeezed close, his mouth slightly agape and his cheeks flushed pink. His hands move to grip your head, but he’s careful not to force your head lower, letting you control your pace in a rare display of equality in the bedroom.

“I’m close,” he whispers, as his hips buck up to meet your luscious mouth, careful not to hurt you with his massive cock.

You moan as more pre-cum oozes in your mouth, you didn’t need him to tell you he was close, you could read his body, but you appreciate the heads up. You pull back slightly to suck fervently on the tip as your hand glides along his slippery shaft, you whimper and moan as you try and ignore your intense desire. With a delicious, deep moan Bi-Han cums in your mouth, the cold liquid splashing against your tongue as you lick and suck at his velveteen cockhead. You hum happily as you try your best to swallow all of the cryomancer’s load, you pull off his cock with a satisfying smack as a string of the white fluid connects you to his cock, languidly you lick your lips severing the string and earning another satisfied groan from the cryomancer. He lies there stroking your hair while he recovers from his orgasm waiting to return the favor.

Reptile/Syzoth:

Cock-warming/Soaking: being cold-blooded means Syzoth loves your body heat, and he’s obsessed with holding his cock inside your warmth as much as he can, hard or soft it doesn’t matter, he loves holding you close and being inside you.

“This is perfect sunshine,” the Saurian chirps happily as he slides his cock back inside you after the two of you had made love earlier.

You moan softly at the slight intrusion, but couldn’t complain about the pleasant full sensation the Zaterran was providing for you, even if you were spent already. “Is this something Zaterran’s don’t do?” You ask, letting him hold you close.

“Mm, not really, sex is usually for procreation purposes, most Zaterran’s don’t have sex outside of mating season, and it’s usually over once the male has achieved their orgasm,” Syzoth explains.

“Do you find it weird having sex with me when you aren’t in a rut? Would you prefer not to?” You’re worried at what his answer may be but at the same time, you’d never want to force Syzoth to do anything he didn’t want to do.

“What? No! Of course not! I love sex with you, I love being close to you, I love feeling my cock inside your perfect wet warmth,” Syzoth reassures pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not exactly human, but I’m not exactly just a Zaterran either, I’m somewhere in between and I enjoy human customs, like post coitus cuddling, especially when you let me stay inside you,” he chirps happily, resting his head on top of yours.

“I just want to make sure I’m not asking you to do anything out of your comfort zone,” you smile against his chest, snuggling against his warm body.

He wraps his arms around you, cock twitching happily in the confines of your warmth, “I’d let you know sunshine, but I don’t think you ever would.”

Cock Worship: Syzoth is very into cock worship, or body worship in general, he can be very insecure at times so having a partner very in tune with his body is key

Syzoth whines as your tongue laves the underside of his thick cock, licking lazy stripes against it like it was a lollipop. “Mmm Sy I love your cock so much, it’s so velvety and hard,” you drop a kiss on his head whilst licking up some pre-cum, “so tasty and delicious.” You take a small break from his pretty cock to press kisses to his inner thighs, “every inch of you is so pretty, I’m so lucky to have you,” you praise softly, leaving kisses in your wake.

“You sure sunshine, everything is really to your liking?” He asks softly, emerald green eyes lidded with pleasure as you kiss and lick his well-defined abs.

“Oh yes, everything is perfect Sy,” you pull yourself away from his toned stomach to return your attention back to his leaking cock, closing your plush lips around it and sucking in earnest, earning a delicious moan from the Zaterran. Your hands dance along his muscular thighs as you suck his cock, focusing your attention on the sensitive tip, more pre-cum oozes into your mouth as you stroke his thighs lovingly.

Little chirps and whimpers fall from the Zaterran’s parted lips as he slowly bucks his hips up in search of more of your delicious warmth. “Oh fuck sunshine, you’re going to make me cum.” He warns as his fingers thread through your hair and pulls you down slightly.

You moan in response, the vibrations coursing through his sensitive cock was all that was required to push him over the edge, with a breathy hiss of a cry Syzoth cums, thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat causing you to moan in satisfaction. Zaterran cum was definitely different than human cum, it was thicker, almost syrupy and sweet, not unpleasant like humans could be, it was a taste you couldn’t get enough of. When he finishes you pull away with a satisfied smirk and lick your lips in appreciation, “let me show you how much I appreciate you pretty cock,” you whisper before covering it in kisses.

The Zaterran hisses at the overstimulation but lets you do as you please, happy you truly enjoy him as much as he enjoys you.

Primal Play (Predator): Syzoth is big on this, being a reptiloid it's in his nature to be a predator and while he’s a reasonably soft top he can occasionally be more dominant when the situation calls for it.

Syzoth has been hunting you around your apartment for the better part of 10 minutes, of course, he knows exactly where you are, he can smell your excited pussy from a mile away, but the hunt and anticipation was something you both enjoyed, so he drug it out for a little while longer. Syzoth is a natural-born predator, a hunter, it’s not something that’s been bred out of him for generations like a domesticated dog either, it’s something natural and innate to him, so the longer he gets to chase you the more turned on he got.

You sneak along the upper hallway trying to remain as quiet as possible as you make it to your bedroom, you knew Syzoth would find you quickly, he always did, but you were more than happy to engage in this little game of cat and mouse with him.

“Sunshine, I can smell your delicious, dripping pussy from here,” he calls from downstairs as his heavy footfalls make their way up the stairs and toward the bedroom.

You flush at his words, embarrassed you were such an easy target, he wasn’t wrong though, your pussy was dripping in anticipation of the Zaterran’s cock or maybe cocks depending on his mood.

Within moments he opens the door and he’s on you quick as can be, his sensitive nose buried in your clothed pussy as he snuffles and inhales your scent deeply, “fuck you smell so good sunshine, I can’t wait to taste you.” He doesn’t even bother with his hands, he just wraps his long forked tongue around your underwear, and with a sharp tug, they rip at the seam giving him access to your soaking folds.

You cry out when his hot tongue makes contact with your exposed pussy, he glides his tongue over your holes, over your folds, all the way to your sensitive little nub before pressing a light kiss to it. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his eyes glittering with desire.

“Please Sy, don’t tease, my sweet little pussy is just waiting to be devoured by you,” you whine and flush deeper at the words spilling from your lips as you press your enticing little mound towards his long, forked tongue.

The Saurian rumbles low in his throat as he leans forward to taste you again, loving your sweet nectar coating his tongue as he laves it through your folds, he dips his long tongue inside your tight hole and wriggles it around wildly. Syzoth curls it around your sweet spot as he sucks on your clit making your brain short-circuit.

“Ah! Ah! Sy! I’m going to, oh fuck, I can’t oh, oh,” you babble incoherently as he keeps the pressure up and you’re forced to come undone. With a loud shriek of his name your orgasm wells up inside of you until it bursts with such force it knocks the wind from your lungs, your whole body twists and trembles in his grasp, coating his talented tongue with your want spilling from your spent pussy.

“Mm, sunshine you taste so good,” Syzoth praises lazily against your pussy as he licks and soaks in all your post-orgasmic bliss. “Now I’m going to fuck you so good,” he whispers, eyeing you like a trapped animal before pouncing on you.

Double Penetration: DP is something well really only Syzoth can achieve without a toy or secondary partner so of course he’s going to be crazy about it, he was reluctant to fuck you in his natural form at first, but over the course of your relationship he’s realized you enjoy it as much as he does.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you feel both the Zaterran’s huge cocks opening you up, the little spines tickling and massaging your sticky walls as they push inside rearranging you for his needs. “Oh fuck, Sy,” you whimper and moan as he pushes more and more until he’s fully seated. You feel so overfull that you might burst, but it’s such a wonderful sensation, one you couldn’t get enough of, one you often times had to beg your lizard boyfriend for since he was so gentle and concerned he might hurt you.

A low, pleasured hiss escapes Syzoth as he stuffs you full of his cocks, he waits patiently until you give him the green light to start fucking you and fuck you he does. He’s not in a gentle mood today, not to say he was mean or overly aggressive, he was just the right amount of worked up to fuck you good.

Your arms wrap around his well-muscled shoulders as he pulls out slightly only to drive back inside your waiting warmth, your whole body shudders at the action as you cry out softly, it feels so good. He sets a harsh, fast rhythm and you cling to him, crying out with every thrust, each movement creating delicious friction inside your tight canals massaged by the tiny spines adoring the reptiloid’s cocks. Soon you’re seeing stars as each thrust hits your sweet spot head-on, the action causing you to shake uncontrollably, you cling tighter to Reptile as you coo his name in a sweet voice, practically begging him to fuck you harder.

“I can’t hold back anymore sunshine,” he groans and starts pounding into you, his cocks stretching both of your holes to their limit as the Zaterran’s huge cocks slip in and out of you over and over again.

You squeal his name as you clench around the invading cocks, your toes curl with pleasure and you thrash wildly under him, your orgasm washes over you in blissful waves of pleasure as you fall harder and deeper into your ecstasy.

“Oh fuck sunshine you look so pretty when you cum, gonna fill you up so good,” Syzoth slurs in his pussy and ass drunk state as jets of hot, white fluid race to fill both your holes fully.

You whimper pitifully at the feeling as your greedy cunt milks his pretty cock to swallow up his entire load, not wanting to waste a drop.

Syzoth lays flat on top of you, soaking in your body warmth as he makes no effort to pull out, waiting until the two of you are ready for round two.

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