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“Mercy… Shadow Milk please…”
Silver puppet strings press against the tanned dough of Pure Vanilla. His lips quiver, betraying the pounding of his heart and the deep breaths he takes in trying to focus on anything over than the restriction of his limbs and the forked tongue swirling over the tip of his cock.
His hands are tied above his head, back firmly to the sheets of their bed. His legs are bound as well, though the greatest threat lies in the threads around the base of his cock, which drag against it with every gag of the other against his tip.
A light giggle vibrates along the flesh of his dick, before a loud pop! And the stringy feeling of saliva pulls away in an uncharacteristic show of mercy.
“What was that?” Shadow Milk coos, flicking a hand to tighten the bonds holding his lover in place. A cry pierces the air as the threads locking at the edge of Pure Vanilla's dick press deeper into its veins.
“Please.” Heterochromatic eyes flutter open, meeting Shadow Milk's delighted gaze with slowly blossoming tears. “Please, nngh- Please let me cum. I'll be good, I'll be so good to you bluebird just let me- hNGGH~!”
A different kind of warmth envelops him. It's no longer the wet lips gracing the flesh of his dick, but the tight walls of the other's cunt wrapping around him tightly. His groans clash against the walls of their abode, the leashes upon his wrists, cock, and legs all tightening accordingly with every push of that sweet pussy onto him.
Pure Vanilla chokes around the pooling saliva in his throat as he struggles to breath with the restraints. He wishes he could laugh – moan in tandem with his lover and pound him into forgetting his own name.
Too bad it's not what the other wants at the moment. His head tilts backward, throat bending in an arch as sweat drips down and pools on the curve of his biceps and lower abdomen, his cock threatens to flop against his sticky flesh but is soaked in the wet juices of Shadow Milk.
Mania titters across the eyes of his lover, who grabs his chin and forces his gaze on the lewd squirting of Shadow Milk's pussy against his cock. His moans are jagged and uneven, every pulse of the other's cunt felt on his overstimulated cock. He knows nothing of his friends or his duties. Only his desire to see his beloved crest and trembles in the pleasure of using him as a fucktoy.
A scream tears itself out of his throat as clawed hands dig into his chest and narrowly miss his nipples. A grin is bared. “Aren't you a beauty!”
A flick of his finger, and the threads loom close and tie a pretty knot around Pure Vanilla's throat. Not enough to choke him, but just enough to remind him that it's there. It even has a little bow on it.
“Isn't this fun~?” He continues, sharp teeth bared and hips still effortlessly milking the Vanillian King dry. “Doesn't it feel nice to keep all those pretty little thoughts of yours away?”
“Y-yeeess~” Pure Vanilla whimpers. “Yes- yes yes yes yes- fuck, let me come inside- haaa~! - I need it nngh- really really need it so bad-”
“Ha! Really?” The Jester taunts. “I'm sure you do, you freak. Why don't you work for it then, huh? Make me cum first, I don't care how you do it.”
His limbs feel weak, but Pure Vanilla's muscles twitch in response to the challenge. Despite the ache in his body, how the Beast seemed determined to ride him to oblivion and beyond, he pushed against the binds holding him.
If the other notices, they're too busy looking obsessively at the plunging dick straight into their cunt, juices splattered against the others thighs that has mewls passing his lips. He could drown in the ecstasy of using the ancient to his leisure, of pushing him against every surface and having their way with eachother in spite of the crowd.
Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla stifles a groan as he breaks through the first string, a whimper of relief leaving him as soon as he starts breaking through the other threads. Shadow Milk is too busy fucking himself on the cock buried inside him that he doesn't recall the tense grip of hands against his waist, nor his gradual orgasm finally crashing into him. It's not until he feels the pad of experienced fingers drag against his clit does he truly shatter into pieces.
A sharp gasp, before sparks ignite themselves in Shadow Milk's abdomen. He screams in euphoric bliss as he squirts against the cock impaling him, feeling the spurts of precum smearing his walls in a light coating that was only an omen of what was to come. His knees jerk, locking against the skin of the other's back, his eyes roll backwards as he's pushed down against the mattress and faced with the looming threat of Pure Vanilla. He does little but follow the rhythm of his hips’ jerks as his cunt gushes more and more, tears pinpricking at his eyes as he sobs through the aftershocks of the continued stimulation.
The Healer curses as he pulls out, juices clinging and chasing the still hard flesh of his dick, his hands follow closely behind, with the other's body finally stilling at the loss. “Oh dear.”
Shadow Milk can only whimper in a daze as Pure Vanilla moves about, feeling the drag of the other's dick against the skin of his thigh.
Pure Vanilla tries to rouse him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, but he doesn't respond. The Healer tilts his head, not unlike a puppy to its master.
“Give up?” He teases, seeing the other's eyes finally flicker up to his and regain that spark.
“You…” Shadow Milk hisses, before choking on his next breath at the press of two large fingers at his labia, circling around his still engorged clit and making his thighs jerk at the overstimulation.
If they could, his eyes would've bulged out of his head. “What... what are you…?”
“Shhh.”
A choked out scream tears itself out of Shadow Milk's throat as hands penetrate his cunt and mouth all at the same time.
They're long, dainty. But with the other's new ascended form granting him several inches more than what was necessary, his fingers adjusted, and they gagged the jester into silence as he choked and shouted against the intrusion.
Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla slowly prodded at the other's walls, feeling it tighten around his fingers but lacking the space to add more. He works on it, making space and spitting on it when it felt too dry. Shadow Milk sobbed quietly as the fingers refused to let him go, audibly choking and drooling like a bitch around the hand silencing him. His hips jumped against the fingers inside him, pushing them deeper and deeper until they finally reached that one spongy spot that Shadow Milk had craved they would reach.
Pure Vanilla grins, before cooking his fingers just the right way so that when the other screams, he can pull out of his mouth and spit right into it, forcing the other into swallowing it down like a good toy as he was fingered and broken down into bits.
The jester sobbed as his pussy was stretched brutally. “Fuck- nghfuck fuck fuck more more more! Don't stop hhaaaaa~!”
Shadow Milk shakes as the abnormally large fingers rub against that spongy spot inside him that has his knees so weak. Pure Vanilla's thumb still dutifully digging into his clit with measured steps so as to maximise his pleasure.
“Such a brat.” The King whispers. “If only you followed me more often.”
Sobs wrack the other's body as he cums once more, a steady stream flowing out of his cunt as he falls back against the silk of their bed. His mouth is stained with spit and his holes are red with use. It should be over, Shadow Milk thinks in a daze. It really should be.
He cracks one eye open, seeing Pure Vanilla catch his breath in large, greedy gulps of air.
“Slow down..” He begs, ears twitching at another pulse of his cunt. “Vanilla-”
His legs are pulled apart.
His eyes widen, hands scrambling to find purchase as he stutters out another barrage of questions before he's unceremoniously pulled against the others hips.
There stands the still hard cock of his lover, and oh, Shadow Milk finally realizes just why he's being prepped to be fucked open once more.
He lets himself be dragged, legs spread wide and out as he feels Pure Vanilla position above him. Their favorite position, their most abused one. Pure Vanilla's dick positions itself at his entrance before shoving in and hitting directly at the tight squeeze of his womb.
“Ha! Ngh! Mmph~! Ohh~! Wait- wait!-”
“Haaaa..” Pure Vanilla groans, burrowing his face into the crook of Shadow Milk's next as he chased his high, hips stuttering into the other's cunt. “I love you- I love you so much- ngh- you're so tight dearest.”
Claws dig into his skin, sobs interspersed between his words. “I- I- told- you to b- mngh~! Be ge-en-tle-!”
“Too good. You're too tight, ahh~ fuck-”
Every shove of his dick presses against that sweet spot inside Shadow Milk that makes his entire body go into shock. He moans, a stilted, fractured thing as he blacks out at the pleasure. It feels like lightning forcing his legs apart and his spine to bend unnaturally to accommodate the cock delving into him.
“Close- close Nilly-” He whines, head lolled back as his lower body spasms in both overstimulated agony and a building orgasm.
Pure Vanilla snaps out of his daze, glancing up at him. His thrusts slow, before he reaches up a hand and tugs at the clothes on their bedside table.
Shadow Milk matches his gaze, before finally, finally, landing on the other's stole.
Oh.
Oh no.
A snap, and magic whizzes past the jester to call the golden fabric. Despite Shadow Milk's cry, how he thrashes underneath the large body hovering over him, the silk drags against his skin in a frighteningly familiar pattern. Hands, legs, the only difference being the one around Pure Vanilla's cock, which instead looped around Shadow Milk's chest and made his tits pop out due to how tight the wrapping it.
Thighs secured, a little bow attached to his wrists, before he's suspended and left entirely at the other's mercy. He screams, but it's nothing to the quiet amusement of the other.
“Haa…. Haaaa…” He pants, exhausted.
A light blonde brow raises. “What? Don't like your own tricks being used against you?”
Another kick, before the same large hands that brought him to climax earlier grabs at them.
“What's the magic word?” Pure Vanilla croons, uncaring of the flared head of his dick.
“Please..”
“Ah ah, the other one.”
“Come inside me.” He relents, hissing at the slow thrusting of the other's cock against his thigh. “Fill me up, breed me- I don't care, just please, please let me cum.”
“Hmm. Not good enough.”
“I'm yours!” Shadow Milk screams, a sob tearing itself from his throat as he finally, finally feels it enter him. “Witches- yes, yes! Use me! I'm yours! Only yours, oh~ OH~! YES! AHAHA- NGH~!”
“There we go.” Pure Vanilla praises, a light smirk playing at his lips as he watches Shadow Milk fall apart. “Don't be shy, slut, I got you, I've always got you.”
Hands grab at him as he speeds up, desperately chasing his high. He moans in tandem with the other's screams, eyes squeezed firmly shut as he curses and presses into the damp skin of his lover, who's trembling form does little to stop the hammering of his hips.
“‘m your whore-” Shadow Milk shakily stutters, mind utterly broken. “Am I? Mnhh~ more.. more...”
“What was that bluebird?” Pure Vanilla coaxes, pleased at the haze of lust over the other's eyes.
“Mm'yourssssss...hnghhh- fffhhaaaa~!”
His fingers finally reach the oversensitive bud of the other, and Shadow Milk screams as he's tossed headfirst into his hardest orgasm yet. Every inch of him is on fire, the hands on his hips digging in and the cock forcing itself past his wombs rim finally still as it pumps its load into him. He spasms and kicks at the Healer above him, who shakes and whines at every involuntary jerk of his hips into his cunt, before letting his tears fall fully as he floats into a perfect, sticky afterglow.
His cunt overflows, stained with the pearly white cum of Pure Vanilla, who thumbs at it gently before pulling out with a loud squelch. Leaning down to lick the leftover cum away. The stimulation, despite only being kitten licks that barely grazed his clit, had Shadow Milk crying out. It didn't help that the other was pushing on his stomach, forcing the mild lump that had formed to slowly drain itself onto the Healer's tongue.
He only pulls away once the last of his seed is cleaned off the jester's cunt, and it's then that the characteristic whine of the other's safeword against his sweat-slicked skin registers in his ears. The twitch of his skin and the gradual sobs joining the sound of him kissing and nipping at the flesh of his thighs before standing to admire his work.
His body is wracked with twitchy spasms, eyes half closed in delirium and the oncoming subspace. Skin flushed, with his cunt thoroughly destroyed and slick with his spit. The sight is as arousing as it is adorable. When he laughs, it is gentle, and his touch even more so as he carefully unbinds his lover. He whisks him away to their shared bathtub, where Shadow Milk melts into the warm water prepared and falls into a mixed daydream of mass destruction and the comfort of his lover, only feeling the slow scrubbing of his mildly red dough.
When they finish, Shadow Milk is somewhat more aware, glancing up at him as Pure Vanilla finally finishes up his nighttime routine. His cyan and curelean eyes catching on to the slow moving gaze of his partner, who seems to be stuck on the small curvature of his stomach.
“What?” He taunts in a hoarse, mildly abused voice. “Aren'tcha gonna join me?”
The Healer acquiesces, tucking himself into their bed and scooting over to spoon his partner.
“I love you.” He whispers in the crook of the other's neck. “Thank you, dearest, for indulging me.”
“Pssh.” Shadow Milk brushes him off. “Who else would you show this side to?”
“...”
“See?”
“Dark Cac-”
“Good night.”