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Rumi didn’t mean to be so clingy with her girlfriends today.
Why today specifically? She couldn’t say.
Not that any of the three cared.
She’s started to become more and more comfortable just doing, instead of her usual tactic of following each girl around like a lost puppy, with big watery eyes and hunched over shoulders to match. Quietly whispering, no, begging to be touched and held. Not always in a sexual way, especially not when their days are full of interviews and practice and recordings and so on.
Take today for example.
Just another day of being a world famous korean pop group with the typical activities of being so famous to boot.
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It started with approving smells for their new perfume line.
All three girls gathered around in a circle, noses beginning to burn at yet another floral smell. How many damn flowers are there? And why must they all be turned into a liquid scent? Surely there has to be at least ONE flower that smells abhorrent.
Not even Rumi realised she was ever so slowly shifting closer and closer to Zoey with each scent passed to her, baby hairs on their upper arms gently brushing against each other at first.
Then their shoulders bumped while passing around the next scent. Something sweet and fruity, it smelled like a refreshing glass of juice on a warm summer morning.
[Ooo make note of that one.]
Then Rumi was hunched forward with Zoey, so in the zone of sniffing she didn’t notice just how much their positions had changed, in the purple-haired demon's lap, her head resting gently on the maknae's shoulder.
She loved this. The feeling of their skin on hers. Warm and supple skin sitting prettily over toned muscles. Figures sculpted by the gods themselves.
Rumi wasn’t even paying attention to the smells being carefully held up to her, at this moment, numb nostrils. She would merely sniff, and either nod or shake her head, her mind was clouded with thoughts of Zoey and Mira, their skin touching hers, whether it was for a fleeting moment or, in Zoey’s case, an almost possessive press.
She wasn’t thinking when she rubbed her chin against the base of Zoey’s neck.
She wasn’t thinking when her hands squeezed at the hem of Zoey’s pale blue shirt.
And she certainly wasn’t thinking when she closed her eyes and began to feel a rumble rising like a thunder storm in the back of her throat.
If she were thinking, she would’ve rubbed her eyes and locked in, refocusing on the smells that had begun to merge together.
But she wasn’t thinking.
“Mira.” Zoey whispered towards her pink-haired girlfriend who was enraptured in her list of scents. She'd managed to narrow down her choice to 5 possible candidates. Maybe she could try mixing some.
“Mira.” She whispered again, getting her attention.
“Why are we whispering?” Mira whispered back, placing her pen back on the table, and dramatically shaking her head while she spoke.
Zoey’s eyes went comically wide when she spoke, “Rumi’s purring.” She gestured as best she could, her eyes flicking towards Rumi who wasn’t aware of their conversation. If she was, she wasn’t bothered and certainly wasn’t responsive.
Mira, looking between Zoey, who had sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to attempt to stop the grin spreading across her face, and the completely out of it Rumi. Her eyelids twitched briefly, hands grasping Zoey’s shirt tighter.
Mira leaned in slowly, careful not to disturb Rumi, and strained to listen to the alleged purring.
Low and behold, there it was. A deep reverberating sound emanating from the back of her throat, unaffected by her slowing breath and quiet sigh when Mira brushed a strand of lilac out of her face.
“Do you want me to wake her?” Mira leaned further forward, tilting her body so she could speak to Zoey but observe the dozing Rumi.
“Don’t you dare.” Zoey stage whispered, grabbing Mira’s wrist firmly as it slyly reached up to wear Rumi’s face perched, ripe for poking. “You would wake her up when she looks like this? When she’s literally purring from happiness? You heartless monster!” Zoey said mockingly, flinging her hand to grasp her shirt over her heart.
The purring stopped suddenly, and Rumi lifted her head steadily, blinking like a content cat who just woke up from a nap in the sun.
Mira and Zoey quickly shuffled away from each other as if they’d been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to.
“Sorry.” Her voice had taken on that gravel-like edge similar to her demon voice, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you Zo.”
Her hands left Zoey’s shirt and stretched above her head, “What scent are we up to again?”
And they didn’t bring it up the rest of the perfume picking appointment.
—
Next on the agenda, contracts!
Everyone’s least favourite thing to do, despite it being very much necessary for them to be safe and sane while touring around the world.
Rumi’s head was once again in its rightful place on Zoey’s shoulder as Bobby read out another line he had highlighted on the, frankly too long page. Word after word dribbled from his mouth and while Rumi WAS listening this time, she couldn’t help but rub her cheek against Zoey’s shoulder a few times, inhaling her natural smell mixed with her favourite brand of perfume.
This was nice.
So nice the purring returned, but was gone just as quickly as it arrived as she removed herself from Zoey to sit up straight.
[FOCUS RUMI]
Zoey and Mira looked at each other, tilting their heads to make exasperated expressions just behind where Rumi sat, now up and alert of their manager talking about this one venue that needed to be double checked.
It was always that city in particular that seemed to have ALL the problems when they began touring. Better pay attention.
A knock on the door after what felt like hours snapped all of them out of the pre-accepting contract mindset.
They were whisked away by the next person to do the next thing on their agenda for the day.
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Take a poster.
Sign poster.
Small talk.
Thank them for coming.
Next.
On and on the signing went, the line must’ve stretched across the seas and onto another continent because the fans never stopped coming.
The game faces were on and the three had gotten into the rhythm engrained into their souls.
Take a poster.
Sign poster.
Small talk.
Thank them for coming.
Each fan is more excited than the next. Some requesting photos, some asking for signatures on personal items, some bearing gifts for the idols.
Take a poster.
Sign poster.
Small talk.
Thank them for coming.
The next woman was escorted up to meet Mira. Her clothes were dark with patches sewn onto her baggy, low hanging pants. Chains hung below her pockets, attached to her belt loops which also held a dully-studded belt. Her hair was just as black as her clothing, styled in a wolf cut with the tips dyed a vibrant pink.
Anyone would look at her and say she was gorgeous. Mira was no different so like any good idol, she complimented the woman's style, fawning over her spikey accessories and sick hair colour.
It was innocent enough. Light conversation with Mira signing a poster of her and handing it to the fan. When she was handed a poster by said fan, this one an older piece from their ‘Sweet Poison’ tour, she signed it without another thought.
Having a more relaxed fan was always a pleasant thing to Mira.
To Rumi, it wasn’t.
She saw her. With her beautiful stature and extensive jewellery from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t going to get jealous because the fan was so beautiful. There was no doubt in her mind that Mira was hers. And Zoey was hers. Her girls.
Did Rumi think she was pretty and had an amazing sense of style? Of course!
Did she wish to make her thoughts known as she scooted closer to where Mira sat so she could compliment the fan? Very much so!
Did she feel her jaw tighten suddenly when she saw a particular look in the woman's eyes?
Did she stare unmoving as the fan slid a small piece of paper across the table and towards Mira?
Did heat simmer underneath her skin as she saw numbers on the page with a heart next to it?
Did her grip on her pen tighten like a snake around a squealing mouse?
Did she feel her only slightly sharper than normal canines begin to grow bit by bit in her mouth?
Did an angry growl begin bubbling up from her throat, thick and possessive on her tongue?
No! Absolutely not! Because that behaviour isn’t appropriate in a public setting. No matter what your demon is telling you to do.
Mira, ever polite, took the paper in her long, delicate fingers and folded the paper in two.
Oh. Fuck. No.
Rumi watched, almost in slow motion as Mira brought the paper up higher, caressing the fan's extended hand.
The growl got louder.
How dare she be so casual about being openly flirted with. Rumi was RIGHT THERE, Mira.
Rumi blinked, she was about to intervene when Mira slipped the paper back into the fan's hand and closed it.
Oh…
She didn’t register what Mira said, but she saw her kind expression as she gestured towards the fan, then herself, then Rumi and Zoey. She saw the fans' smile waver and shift in place as she shyly tucked it back into her pocket from once it came and walked away.
A part of Rumi felt bad for the woman. Rejection is a tough thing to handle, no matter what you’re being rejected from.
But another part of Rumi, a little snarky voice sitting way in the back row of her subconscious, delighted in it. It rolled around in printed photos of the fans' wavering smile on the floor like a muddy dog who just found a clean, white carpet.
That little voice preened at the rejection. Smiled the toothiest grin at it. Even more now that Mira’s hand had found its way to Rumi’s thigh. Especially when her thumb began rubbing slow circles, a comforting gesture that had that little tiny voice PURRING. Or was that Rumi?
Yeah that was definitely Rumi.
Zoey’s head snapped up from where it was buried in the stack of posters, pausing her signature and awesome turtle with sunglasses doodle to stare at Rumi, who by now had gone back to signing posters as if nothing happened. The purring being quieter then a hushed whisper.
Take a poster.
Sign poster.
Small talk.
Thank them for coming.
She was purring AGAIN. Mira looked at her with a similar expression painted across her face. What was with Rumi today?
—
Rumi didn’t mean to be so clingy with her girlfriends today.
Well maybe she did. Just a little bit.
After what can only be described as an average at best fan sign, the day continued with Rumi still hovering in both her girlfriend's personal space. Always touching. Always right there, watching quietly.
She hadn’t said much after the signing. Probably just regulating herself to process it.
But she was still constantly touching them. And purring. So. Much. Purring.
But it’s not like Mira or Zoey were affected by her adorable purring and her gentle caresses and her cheek rubbing lovingly at their shoulders and oh my god she’s too cute! How are they supposed to function right now when Rumi is just… UGH.
They would've pounced on their leader if it wasn’t for the fact they were being watched 24/7 that day.
Photographers swarmed them and captured their every breath as they were transported from one obligation to the next.
Speaking of, time for choreography! Mira’s speciality and the last thing on their extensive list for the day. A few hours of nailing down their dance moves and then they’d be free at last. Free to have relaxy time. Free to sink into the couch. Free to snuggle and carb load in the company of each other. And free to zero in on one purple haired demon who was becoming increasingly more bold in her clinginess.
…
“You’re slow on the bridge foot work. You need to hold the position for a beat longer Rumi.” Mira spoke with confidence and authority, this was her kingdom and she ruled with an iron fist.
Rumi’s eyes were trained on Mira as she repeated the move to Rumi, counting up in fours, before resetting and slowing her movements to a slower count. Rumi was locked in on each purposeful movement, before repeating it back to her during her slow show of movement.
“Hold it.”
Rumi held it for a beat.
“Better.” Mira nodded approvingly, pacing to the mini fridge in the corner and snatching up 3 ice cold water bottles. As she walked back, rolling one bottle along the floor to Zoey who was sprawled out and breathing heavily, she reached forward with the second bottle to hand to Rumi.
She paused for a moment, observing Mira’s hand that held out the refreshing water bottle.
Hesitantly, she stepped forward and reached out with one hand to grab the bottle, interlocking her fingers with Mira’s around the bottle and stepping into her space. Rumi’s other hand snaked its way around the taller woman’s waist and pulled her closer, resting her forehead against the crook for her shoulder.
Mira blinked, unmoving from her position.
She felt a vibration against her chest as she peered down carefully to Rumi, who was smiling contently with her eyes closed. The purring was back and louder this time.
It echoed through the room, bouncing from the ceiling to the walls to the hardwood floor. The bright lights of the dance studio reflected off of Rumi’s shining patterns, a light, placid pink glimmered under her skin, dancing gleefully and pulsing with her heartbeat.
“You’re certainly cuddly today, aren’t you tiger?” Mira chuckled, letting go of the water bottle tight in Rumi’s hand to wrap her arms fully around her leader, squeezing firmly as if she was trying to hold onto the moment to keep it from fading away.
A soft padding of bare feet caused Mira to look up to see Zoey crossing the floor to hug Rumi from behind, snuggling into her shoulder blades, sighing at the contact.
“I love you.” Rumi whispered, her nose pushed into Mira’s sternum, causing her voice to be muffled.
“What was that?” Mira spoke, one of her arms coming up to Rumi’s front, her hand gently cupping Rumi’s cheek, making her lift her head from the very comfortable spot known as Mira’s shoulder.
“I love you.” She repeated, the purr still a constant, beginning to cause her whole body to vibrate with euphoria, as if she was so full of love she couldn’t contain it.
“I love you too.” Zoey smiled, stumbling on her tip toes to place her chin on Rumi’s shoulder.
“I love you too.” Mira echoed the maknae’s sentiment to their leader.
“I love you.” Rumi muttered again, pressing her face back into Mira. The purring wavered slightly as a faint whimper fell from her mouth and her hips delicately bucked forward into Mira’s front.
The movement didn’t go unnoticed as both girls stilled, looking at each other with truly comical expressions, pink dusting their cheeks at the display.
—-
Home sweet home. There truly is no place quite like it. The couch practically called for them, a siren song that was accepted gladly by all three girls.
A soreness had wormed its way into their muscles after the intense dance session and they certainly smelt like it.
“Dibs shower first.” Mira said, already trudging towards the shared shower.
Zoey groaned in response and Rumi raised her hand with a shaking thumbs up.
Rumi shifted to lay her head on Zoey’s thigh, she snuggled closer to Zoey’s stomach as it rose and fell in steadying breaths.
She felt her eyes closing, she seemed to be doing this a lot today, and began to breathe in time with Zoey.
[Purr Purr Purr]
Zoey barely looked down when she first felt the, now familiar, rumble that Rumi made when in contact with her girls. Her fingers began carding her fingers through silky purple stands and the purring increased in intensity.
After about 5 minutes of the peaceful atmosphere, Rumi shifted, stretching her neck out so her throat column was right over crotch, the thrumming of her purrs travelling directly to Zoey’s core.
Sweet Honmoon this shouldn’t have THIS much of an effect on Zoey as it is having right now.
Rumi being so sweet and loving, rubbing against them, seeking comfort in their scents and skinship, had certainly been a prominent blip on both Zoey and Mira’s radar.
Was she planning something?
Did she want something from them?
She wasn’t due for her demon heat until… What month was it now, March? She wasn’t due for a heat until AT LEAST December. Something about the frigid winter sent the demon into a sex frenzy.
Zoey had brought up maybe it had something to do with the idea of pregnancy. Rumi, despite having no gag reflex, choked on her kimbap at her suggestion, forcefully driving home the idea SHE DID NOT WANT TO BE PREGNANT!
Mira at that point was on the floor clutching her stomach as the laughing fit became painful.
“Think about it!” Zoey said, “Like, tigers get pregnant during the winter in order to give birth in the spring when food is plentiful and the conditions are perfect!”
“I’m not a tiger, Zoey!” Rumi spat, a light hearted growl was aimed at the giggling maknae who cupped her annoyed girlfriend's face.
“I know, baby.” She snickered.
“I mean I wouldn’t mind pumping you full of my cum until you were pregnant.” Mira’s eyes became lidded as she climbed onto the couch behind Rumi. She leaned further into Rumi’s space.
“MIRA!” Rumu yelled, her demonic voice rippling the Honmoon and slamming her hand over Mira’s very much shit-eating grin.
Zoey leaned in too, kissing her neck, “If I had a dick, I would try too.”
That conversation was certainly an eventful one, while Zoey had been sincere in her comparison, her demeanour shifted into something much more lustful as she continued toying with a flustered Rumi.
The shifting in Zoey’s lap snapped her out of her train of thought, and threw her directly into a deep, swirling pool of lust.
“Zoey.” Rumi whined, nuzzling deeper into Zoey’s core that was most certainly slick like an eel by now, rubbing her legs together. Rumi’s pants became tight as her patterns pulsed once, the light settling in the crook between her thighs and a bulge grew with each movement.
Rumi opened her eyes, looking up at Zoey, her pupils were slitted and her eyes were glowing a radiant gold.
“Zoey.” She purred, her throat pushing closer to Zoey’s aching need, “Please let me taste you.”
Rumi’s forwardness was like a punch in the gut, and she leaned forward to look down at her beautiful girlfriend.
“Are you sure?” Zoey questioned, placing her hands over Rumi’s wandering ones that flicked at the elastic hem of her shorts.
“Yes I’m sure.” Rumi lifted her head, nodding rapidly, “Please Zoey?”
Oh god… Not the begging.
“Please Zoey? Please?” Rumi slid gracefully off the couch and settled between her legs, parting them slowly to wiggle between them. “I’ll be a good girl I promise. Please?”
Fuck.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. Let me be good.” Rumi’s fingers slid up Zoey’s supple thighs and carefully scratching under the short pant legs.
“Alright, alright. Fuck Rumi.” Zoey lifts her hips and shimmies out of her shorts and underwear. She felt the fabric catch slightly on her slick folds and sighs at the coolness of the open air against her heat.
Rumi’s tongue snaked out of her mouth, it was long, smooth and almost black in colour. Velvety to the touch and vigorous in its ministrations.
The base applies a strong pressure to Zoey’s clit as her tip sinks further down to circle her entrance.
“God… Rumi-” Zoey threw her head against the plush couch, her thighs shook at Rumi’s assault on her throbbing clit. “Inside Rumi. Please.”
Rumi purred as she pushed her serpentine tongue past the tight ring of muscle and deep into Zoey, the sides brushing deliciously against her sweetest spot, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
“Just like that Rumi!” The maknae’s hand carded through Rumi’s hair and bawled up a fistful close to her scalp. The sharp jolt of pain causes Rumi to moan directly into Zoey, humping into the bottom of the couch, her bulge rubbing against the soft cushioning pathetically.
She doubles her efforts in tongue-fucking Zoey, using the amborsian-sounding moans sounding from above her as fuel to her fire.
She was so focused on her mission, she didn’t hear the footsteps from the hallway coming to an abrupt stop.
She didn’t hear the chuckle Mira let out as she watched a feral Rumi devouring the squirming Zoey.
She didn’t hear the gasp Zoey let out as she called Mira’s name, nor the subsequent tent being pitched in said pink-haired woman's sleep shorts due to the moan.
Rumi lapped hungrily into Zoey, pushing as deep as she could with her tongue still working relentlessly against her clit.
“C-C-Cumming-” Zoey cried out, her voice raspy and breathing quick, leaving her diaphragm in spasms. Her fingers gripped tighter into the demon’s hair pulling her further into her until she teetered on the edge of overstimulation.
Rumi retracted her tongue swiping hungrily at her parted, plump and slick covered lips and chin. She crawled up towards Zoey and straddled her lap, nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder, rubbing her chin back and forth, once again purring.
“She’s so needy today isn’t she?” Mira spoke up, striding behind Rumi and sliding her hands up patterned shoulders and resting them on the base of her throat. “Our needy little tiger. You’ve been clinging to us all day, baby. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.”
She leaned down to whisper directly into the shell of Rumi’s ear, “Do you need some help sweetheart?”
Rumi whined, arching her back into Mira’s touch and squirmed as her nimble fingers wrapped around her throat and gave a leisurely squeeze. Her fast nodding caused Zoey to chuckle as she had finally come down from her high.
Mira’s touch on her throat fell to Rumi’s shaking highs, her loose shorts she wore for dancing had become strained against her bulge. The pink-haired woman’s hands slipped past the waistband to firmly grope her ass, causing a pathetic moan.
“Please Mira-” She pushed back against her touch, hastily pulling her hands from Zoey’s waist and fumbling to pull her shorts down.
“Okay, okay tiger. I’ve got you.” The hands previously groping her ass slid around to the sides of her waist and pulled them down, “You’ll have to stand up so I can get these off you darling.”
“Let me help.” Zoey sweetly hummed, assisting Mira in pulling down Rumi’s now ruined shorts, a visible wet spot staining the front of them.
Once she was finally able to remove her shorts, her heavily-patterned member sprung free and slapped against her toned stomach, a bead of pre-cum smearing just above her navel.
“Bend over, tiger.” Mira cooed, handled Rumi into just the right position.
Zoey lay on her back, Rumi on her hands and knees between toned highs, Mira pressed tightly against her back. With her nerves alight, Rumi could feel Mira’s throbbing dick pressing into the swell of her ass.
One of the dancer's hands pushed her further forward from between her shoulder blades and played with Rumi’s tight ass hole.
“Fuck Rumi…” Mira moaned, “Hey Zoey? I might need some lube if you don’t mind.” She called over a panting Rumi’s shoulder.
“You are so right, just let me-” Just as the ravenette was about to shift out from between Rumi’s thighs, she froze at the feeling of Mira’s hand pressing in the plane between her breasts, sliding them down painfully slow pausing above her still slick core. Her fingers toyed with the squirming girl's clit and pressed two fingers inside her, curling upwards.
Zoey gasped at the sudden intrusion.
But as soon as they were inside her, they were being pulled out again, Mira admiring the sheen covering her fingers, a smirk so smug you could almost hear it. She pulled her hand back out of Zoey’s slight, but she could easily imagine what Mira was doing when Rumi let out a drawn out moan.
She pushed her fingers past the ring, slipping into comforting warmth, scissoring them back and forth to start the process of stretching her out and using Zoey’s slick to slide more easily in and out.
That was too hot for Zoey’s liking. The action made her squirm even more under Rumi, whimpering pathetically, anticipation rising with each twist of her body and each moan that left Rumi’s mouth.
Mira carefully removed her fingers after Rumi relaxed into her, she leaned over her shoulder to whisper, “I’m going to push inside, okay tiger?”
That certainly got Rumi riled up, if her throbbing demonic dick and rapid nodding was any measure.
When the tip of Mira’s cock first passed the tight ring of muscle, Rumi tensed, Zoey had taken to rubbing soothing circles on her upper thigh.
“Breath Rumi.” Zoey cooed.
Mira pushed in another inch.
A shaking breath.
Then another inch.
A drawn out whimper.
Another inch.
“Mira please-”
With each inch pushed in, Rumi would tense, let out a breath to steady herself and relax into her girl's touches.
Once the dancer was flush against Rumi’s back, she pushed even further, guiding Rumi forward and further down until she was flush against Zoey, dick pushing against a leaking entrance.
Mira’s hand looped around and with her own weight as leverage, pushed Rumi inside at an agonisingly steady pace.
She heard Zoey stutter out moans mixed with their names, mixing together delightfully, a song to her buzzing ears.
Rumi was just as dazed as Zoey, she felt completely full with Mira stuffing her ass and so snug with her pelvis nudging Zoey’s spread thighs.
Mira began her movements delicately, hands gripping onto Rumi’s waist and guiding her. As Mira glided out of Rumi, Rumi was ushered forward into Zoey.
The motion continued, each taking their time to get used to the feeling of it. It went on for what felt like an hour, in and out they went. Obscene wet noises occupied the breathy whines, whimpers and pleads that danced through the air.
This was nice.
So very nice.
Rumi could stay like this forever, fully sandwiched between the two most beautiful women she’d ever had the pleasure of knowing and even loving.
And they loved her back.
Such sincere thoughts of compassion fogged Rumi’s brain and caused her hips to stutter, before regaining some mind and fastening her pace, fucking herself on Mira’s thick cock and into Zoeys waiting heat.
Mira matched her pace with intensity, slamming into Rumi and chasing her very much needed release. Watching Rumi eat out Zoey with such pathetic necessity had wound the coil in her core tightly and actually being a part of it wasn’t helping her case.
Mira’s brow furrowed, as did Zoey’s, still tender from her first orgasm.
Mira hilted deep in Rumi with a loud groan and humped her quickly as her release spurted from her throbbing cock. She would be embarrassed normally for just how quickly she had cum if she was in a functioning headspace. But alas, her vision blurred at the edges, barely registering the prolonged moan Zoey let out as she came too.
Rumi, ever the needy tiger they’d grown to love, was still rutting into Zoey, rough enough that Mira accidently slipped out of Rumi.
She needed release right now or else she would explode.
But Mira couldn’t just let her finish how she wanted. She loved to tease and wanted more than anything to play with her prey just a little bit longer.
So, she grabbed Rumi’s hips in a bruising grip and forced her to pull out of Zoey’s overstimulated core.
The demoness whined and thrashed trying to get back into Zoey, but when the pink-haired woman's lithe fingers firmly wrapped around her ridged dick, pumping hard and without mercy, Rumi quickly forgot about Zoey’s warmth around her.
“Mira please! Mira I- Please! Please let me cum I’ll be a good girl!” Rumi cried out as she came in Mira’s hand before her back arched further and a second spurt hit Zoey directly above her navel.
A pitiful mewl came from Rumi as Mira’s hand didn’t stop, toying cruelly with her sensitive head, the pain turning to pleasure like the snap of fingers.
Tears prickled at her eyes as she shook violently, another load of cum gushed from the tip of her purple tipped dick and painted Zoey’s abdomen once more.
The demoness slumped forward onto Zoey, the maknae left out a wheeze as she was crushed by the deadweight of her lover.
“I think you broke her Mimi.” Zoey chuckled, sliding up ever so slightly so Rumi now lay sprawled out on her stomach, the splatters of white stickiness smeared as she did so, now covering Rumi’s clavicle and chest.
“Hot.” Mira said bluntly.