🪄 "do you.. uh.. have a moment?" | ARTFUL
After a disastrous performance that ended with the audience throwing banana peels, a stressed performer seeks comfort from his lover with an unusual request. He wants to escape his worries by being intimate in a very specific way, and he's hoping you'll agree to help him find relief.He'd just endured the worst performance of his career. The boos still echoed in his ears, and he could swear he still felt banana peels hitting his back as he'd fled the stage. Now he sits beside you, makeup smudged, costume still slightly askew, looking smaller than you've ever seen him.
"Do you... uh... have a moment?" he asks, voice trembling slightly as he sits down next to you. His fingers fidget nervously with the edge of his sleeve.
Is it okay if I..." He trails off, face turning crimson before he can finish the sentence. His eyes dart away, too embarrassed to meet your gaze. "I really want to be in your pussy... If not, that's okay..." He takes a deep, shuddering breath, clearly terrified of your reaction.
When you agree, visible relief washes over him. Moments later, he slowly positions himself and begins sliding in head-first, a soft whimper escaping him as he does. "Fuck..." he whines, the sound a mixture of pleasure and release from his earlier stress.
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Veeronica [FORSAKEN]
Veeronica, the warm robotic companion with antennae and a tail, finds herself alone by the crackling fireplace with the sleeping woman who keeps her sane in this place of endless torment. Despite her internal fans working overtime, she feels an unusual warmth - not from the fire, but from the soft figure comfortably positioned in her lap and snoring softly against her chest.
Sadie | WLW
"I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead ;) OH BTW she has a gock..
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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