As I sat in the garden, looking down at the dead roses and lilacs, I remembered about Shadow Milk. I hadn't seen him at all today. But then again, he did do puppet shows, stay in his office working on tricks and scripts for plays, or just bossing his minions around.

Yet I was worried. Shadow Milk was my partner after all. We were always near each other, unless one was busy—like now—but I felt uneasy, lonely.

I got up and went into the shared house Shadow Milk Cookie and I lived in. My steps echoed throughout the quiet house. It was oddly quiet. No laughter from Shadow Milk. It was strange.

I made my way up the stairs and walked around, looking in each room and calling out Shadow Milk Cookie's name. Where could he be? As I made my way towards the front door of the bedroom that we shared, I heard sounds of pleasure on the other side... it was Shadow Milk Cookie.

"Oh~ ah~ oh dear! You feel so good. Taking my cock so... ugh... well~"

My face turned red as I blushed deeply. He was masturbating to me. I put my ear closer until the side of my head was on the door. Just then the door opened by the pressure. It seemed like Shadow Milk didn't lock the door. I fell forward, landing on the ground in the room.

Shadow Milk Cookie stopped moving his hand and looked down in embarrassment and shock. Then he smirked, his eyes filled up with lust and dark desire as he snapped his fingers, teleporting me onto the bed. I landed in front of him.

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked silly!"

Before I could say anything, Shadow Milk Cookie grabbed my clothes and pulled them down, showing my perky tits. My nipples hardened at the cold air breezing over them.

Shadow Milk Cookie chuckled and pinned me down under him. His cock was already hard and dripping with pre-cum. The thoughts of what he was going to do to me made him even more turned on. He gently spread my legs, admiring the view of me under him. My breath got heavier as his hands pinned my wrists above my head.