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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (drabbles)

contains: lesbian, straight, futa, bukkake

characters: Jevee Ceeta, Edward Bunnigus, Breya Andreysan

Night 3

Warm cum jetted from the cock in front of her, laying a line of semen from the back of her tongue to her chin. The taste was now familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. The next one shot a glob neatly across the bridge of her nose, then onto her forehead. She kept her mouth submissively open, inviting more cum into it. She bared her body to the rain of cum. Warm splashes landed on her breasts, around her cunt, and ran down her face into her eyes. The men cheered as she licked their cum off her body, swallowing it.

Night 4 (1/2)

She wrapped her hand around the dark skin and pulled it down, exposing the head, then back up, and down again at three steady strokes a second. Bunnigus squirmed, toes curling, trying to make her stroke faster. Ceeta continued, gradually bringing her there. A male scent tickled her nostrils. Bunnigus pulled her closer, and she touched her tongue to the side of the head, pulling the foreskin over them both with her upstrokes. Bunnigus’ load jetted straight up from the enormous cock, coming down onto Ceeta’s face. Her tongue still under the foreskin, she and sucked out what more was left.

Night 4 (2/2)

Her purple breasts pressed against the huge dark ones above her, the combined bosoms pressed forward almost enough to smother her. The soft female flesh rippled with each heavy thrust rocking their bodies. It smelled as distinctly feminine as the penis inside her had smelt masculine. The doctor gripped her shoulders like a chin-up bar, and Ceeta wrapped legs around her, resting her feet above round, muscular buttocks, adding her own strength to the powerful thrusts into her ass. Ceeta’s muscles tightly gripped her lover, thrusting all the stronger to widen her tightness. Bunnigus tensed, and found relief inside her.

Night 5

Breya Andreysan definitely had a fetish for this. Ceeta’s face ran slick with her juices, and her mouth was full of the taste. She had a unique view of Breya, standing directly above her face and fucking herself with a dildo, letting her fluid fall freely down. Ceeta lay on the floor, legs spread wide and finger-fucking herself for Breya’s enjoyment. Her hair was undone, and now slick. She still wore her robe-like prisoners’ garment, and Breya had simply unzipped her jumpsuit. She fondled a breast and waited, mouth open, for Breya to cum and sate her fetish another night.

 
 

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True Grit: That letter at the beginning had a point

Title: That letter at the beginning had a point

Series: True Grit

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mattie Ross/Unknown

Contains: underage, non-con, gangbang, BDSM
Warning: I will not answer to the comments of annoying loudmouths who may be offended. If you’re looking for compliance with social mores, a porn-fic blog is the wrong place.
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Mattie Ross looked about her, but could see nothing. Presently, she realized that this was because of a broad strip of leather tied across her eyes. It was clear that it was designed with this purpose in mind, because it fit the contours of her face so well. If there was light in the room, it made no difference. It was as though she had been rendered blind. She could not speak, because her mouth was full of a piece of wood bound by another piece of leather about her head. It was rather like the bit of a horse, she thought. About her neck was a length of rope that scratched unpleasantly. Her hands were handcuffed together behind her back. Further investigation led Mattie to discover that she was on a hardwood floor, and the length of rope around her neck was tied about two feet from her neck to the back of a simple wooden chair. This chair was by a small table at which a number of people were eating. She could hear the sound of forks on plates. And she was naked, barefoot, and completely exposed.

Mattie tried to speak, testing the new limits of her communication. The sound that came out was an “mmmmm?”. The voice was fearful, questioning. Mattie’s head moved about from place to place, as one does when one has to rely on their hearing. A hand cuffed her on the head sharply, and a voice said “Shut up.”

Mattie quieted down immediately, and listened to the sounds of eating. Obviously she was in the hands of outlaws, in their base most likely. There was a good chance they were going to hold her for ransom- and there was a chance that they would have their way with her as well. If they were going to… Have their way with me, thought Mattie, they most likely wouldn’t have stopped for dinner first. They’re probably just trying to scare me. Mattie took comfort in this fact until it was proven wrong. One by one, the uncertain number of men at the table finished eating and left the table. While two or three of the others were still just finishing up, one of the men walked around the table to Mattie and loosened her gag, removing the bit from her mouth. “Sir”, she began, but was immediately unable to speak once more as the man grabbed her by the pigtails and shoved something else into her mouth- she realized what it was when it began thrusting in and out at an alarming rate. “Mmmmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmmm!”. “No teeth!” commanded a harsh voice, and she received a slap on the cheek. Mattie forgot any possibility of biting. The man shoved as far down Mattie’s throat as he could, his balls hit her chin, she gagged hard on his penis and he shot down her throat without the need for her to swallow. As he pulled out, Mattie doubled over, choking and coughing, until he put the gag back in.

The last sounds of eating had at this point stopped, and Mattie heard the men start moving towards the center of the room, away from the table. One of them untied the rope around her neck from the chair and tugged her in the direction they were going. Mattie started to stand up, but a sharp tug brought her down on her stomach; “You crawl, little girl”, he said, “And you keep up!” He started walking in the same direction, pulling the rope behind him. Mattie wriggled along frantically on her chest and knees, trying to keep from being dragged behind him by her neck.
She would writhe along on her stomach, manage to get up on her knees, and then fall on her face by a sharp tug on the rope. 25 feet later she fell flat on her face in the middle of the sitting room rug, where she allowed herself a small sob before clamping down on her emotions once more. Cushioned chairs and couches were arranged in a circle around the edge of the rug she lay on- she could hear the men watching her, shifting their weight as they sat.
Stepping up behind her someone removed Mattie’s gag once more. “Where am I?” she asked, reflexively turning her head to face him as though she could make eye contact. “That’s none of your concern.” said a voice. Mattie hesitated, uncertainly, then asked, “What are you going to do to me?” Her mouth was dry as she heard the voice saying “Now we get to the heart of the matter.” Her gag was shoved back in and harsh laughter came from some of the group. A hand reached out and touched Mattie’s anus. She jumped and kicked out with a foot, satisfied to feel it connect, even though it had little effect. The man grabbed her kicking foot and the back of her head, and dragging her over to the nearby fireplace shoved her forcefully into the wall of heat. “Mmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmm! Mmmmm! MMMmm!” she could feel the heat from the flames scarcely a foot away from her young breasts, and it terrified her. “Under which circumstances will you scream more?” The man asked, holding Mattie uncomfortably close to the flames. “Make all the noise you want, struggle all you want, but if you manage to hurt anyone at all there will be consequences.” More harsh laughter came from the group. He shoved Mattie bodily back into the center of the circle and forcibly spread her legs and mounted her. Mattie whimpered slightly in fear, then cried out in pain as a man thrust into her for the first time. More harsh laughter came from those watching, but she hardly heard it. All she heard was her own screaming until he finally came, depositing his seed inside her. Mattie whimpered. She felt a hand begin smearing something over her anus and squirmed, but was unable to get away. Mattie was penetrated for the second time, this time in her anus- She had not even considered this possibility, which had not been included when her mother discussed sex with her. The man’s penis moved in and out of her, lubricated by what he had smeared on it, and Mattie cried out once again, this time only too aware of the enjoyment these men got from listening. Suddenly, he pulled out, removed her bit, and shoved himself into her mouth. “Clean me”, he ordered- Mattie moved her head up and down on him, sucking him clean and disgusted with the concept until he released into her mouth. “Swallow”, he said, and pulled out at last when Mattie did so. She lay on the floor and listened to the next man rise from his seat…

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2012 in True Grit, Uncategorized

 

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OotS: Haley alone

Series: Order of the Stick

Rating:NC-17

Pairing: Haley/Crystal/Elan, Haley/Elan/Celia/Roy

Contains: anal, masturbation, fantasy, femslash, het, bi, group, oral
The bed was uncomfortable. The bed was made out of a blanket, and a cave. The bed was very far away from most everyone Haley wished it wasn’t. Mostly it was too cold under Azure City at night. Whenever she tried this, the temperature in her cave got noticeably better. Haley felt unbearably lonely. She was just starting what could have been a stable relationship with Elan, and now he was gone. She wished he was here with her. Preferably in a pliable mood.

Come to that, she wished Roy were here. He was, technically, but she wished he were here metaphysically, and physically had more than bones. Nale. If Nale were here, offering, would she accept? No. Obviously not. If Nale were offering he would have poisoned his dick beforehand. But if there were some way she could trust him, she would. In her current state? What question? Belkar… She stopped. Belkar was an evil little douche, of course but he was definitely easier to get along with than Nale. Haley had been working with him for over a year now. Wasn’t there some supplement introducing half-halflings? Probably the same one that introduced half-sylphs, she mused. Belkar. Hmmm.

She thought back to old acquaintances. Jack the Slick. She’d show him slick. Bozzok… Maybe. Crystal. Crystal? She stopped. She stopped kneading, she stopped thinking entirely. Just blocked out all thought. She had swung both ways, for some time. It’s not like it was unenjoyable. She couldn’t remember why she’d stopped. She thought about Crystal writhing under her as she drove a hard piece of wood into her, over, and over. She didn’t know it she’d try it. Maybe with a male partner there too. Like Roy or Jack or- Elan. What in the nine hells was wrong with her? If she’s going to make it work, it’s got to be Elan. So, how does Elan fit into this scene?

She knew where she’d like him to fit. She groped around, and found a spare dagger. Good enough. She held it with one hand and massaged it with her mouth. Back to the previous scene. She had the dildo strapped onto her waist. Crystal moaned beneath her as she thrust. She sucked on Crystal’s breast, hard. She coated the dagger handle as entirely as she could with her spit, bobbing her head up and down. Crystal moaned, and Elan came up behind Haley, and Haley carefully pushed the handle of the knife up her ass to the hilt.

She humped her hand harder, feeling the way the knife handle filled her. Haley moaned, Crystal moaned, Haley gave Crystal her best and Elan finally adjusted himself to the rythm and began to thrust in and out of Haley’s ass. Haley shifted her position so that as she moved, the knife blade scraped the wall of the cave and moved the handle inside her. Then with her free hand, careful not to cut herself, she rang out a slap on her left cheek. Elan spanked her left cheek playfully and Haley moaned in response. She loved the way he created friction as he moved in and out, heating her up inside. She cried out in pleasure and did her best to savor the situation. “Excuse me?” Haley realized that she had stopped moving in her ecstasy, and started again with a quick apology to Crystal that just came out as another inarticulate moan as another slap rang out from her ass cheek.

Her own thrusting made Elan’s that much more forceful in her, and it looked like Celia was getting close… Haley spanked herself again, and her ass- Celia? Haley hardly stopped her activity, though her train of thought jumped the tracks. Wasn’t it Miko? No, of course it wasn’t Miko- although Haley would have loved to drill that self-righteous bitch from behind, in front, and sideways until she came screaming “Haley!”. It was Crystal. Haley thought about riding Celia. She was kind of skinny, but Haley would bet good money that Celia was tighter than she was. And probably not too experienced, either, for someone her age. The kind that would be fun to fuck, and fuck, until she practically broke down… Celia would never do it of course. The kind that seem fun to break are never sexually adventurous. Maybe if Roy were there.

Elan thrust into Haley’s pussy again, driving her hard against Celia, who was just coming the opposite direction from an opposite thrust by Roy. It was like the two were coordinating their thrusts, trying to fuse Haley and Celia at the chest. Haley and Celia, of course, might seem from their point of view to be coordinating their moans to form a symphony. The skinny, silver haired sylph screamed again as Roy drilled her, but Haley stifled it by clasping Celia’s mouth to hers in a heavy kiss. They yelled into each other’s heads as their tongues danced insanely, neither wanting to break the kiss. Elan’s thrusting overwhelmed her, and she was the one who broke it as her upper body sank down to the floor, her lower body still held aloft on her lover. With a great effort, Haley tried to lift herself back up to Celia, who looked as if she had passed out standing up, but the highest she could lift her head was waist level, hauling herself up by Celia’s hips.

Roy’s cock thrust in and out of the semiconscious sylph inches from her face, beads of fluid running down it’s length. Haley stuck out her tongue to the point of contact, massaging Celia’s clit with it and enjoying their combined tastes, she mashed her mouth to it and sucked hard on them both, she stuck her tongue right up Celia’s pussy along with Roy, she enveloped Celia’s pussy in her mouth and died screaming her name as her muscles involuntarily contracted around her fingers, each subsequent aftershock clench being reflected in the orgasms of her fantasy partners. Roy came, spurting into Celia and filling her, and Haley could feel it moving through and out his cock with her tongue. Elan came inside her, and she thanked the gods for her vaginal piercing of contraception +1. Celia came, expelling her own and Roy’s cum into Haley’s mouth, which loved it and sucked out as much more as it could, and Haley moaned once more and fell into a much needed sleep on the floor of the cave.

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2012 in Order of the Stick

 

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Lord of the Rings: Visible Appearance

Series: Lord of the Rings

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Eowyn/Original Character

Contains: futa

The main reason that Eowyn never obsessed about- or more accurately, never obsessed over her looks was that she hated them. Her womanly appearance was exactly what lost her the rights that men afford, which was made all the more bitter by the fact that she was not necessarily a woman at all. Everyone, even those who knew, thought of her as her based on her mostly-womanly form, and she herself had gotten used to thinking of herself as she (hence the use of the female pronoun), but she could neither bear child nor bear sitting at home with them. In perspective, she was lucky she was not thrown back at birth as would happen among many peasant families or barbarians, but this was little comfort.

She threw herself down on her bed and sent for Esgri. Esgri’s job was to keep secrets, an open mind, and the princess’ bed. As she awaited his arrival, she closed her door and undressed. She lay down on the bed once more, stroking the thing that made her so miserably unfit for her assumed gender role, and contemplated this and that. It looked so incredibly ugly in her hand. What was more it prevented her viewing the other one, the one that would have been better alone. Her flaw felt good to be stroked… Her flaw was responsible for the unfit hormones that made her so restless. It precluded the possibility of children. It prevented her from any (ohhh…) thoughts of finding love. What man could stomach it, and what woman stomach the rest of her? None fit for a (a bead of precum appeared) princess to marry. There was Esgri, sure, but he wasn’t a love, just something to take the edge off its lack. Not (she licked the precum off her finger) that he was unpleasant company, or unseemly- She continued stroking, and began to knead below as well. A muffled curse escaped her lips. What if one of the female servants happened to come in? She had neglected to lock the door, to allow Esgri access. She would probably be astonished, she thought. She would probably go tell all her friends about the woman with a cock. Maybe I could stop her, give me time to shut her up. And I could do it. I’d show her just how much of a woman I am. Just how feminine I can be. So she could go tell her friends about the man with breasts and cunt. Here she almost came, but stopped and slapped it twice, then started again more slowly.

There was a knock at the door. She stopped and got under the bedclothes, just in case. “Come in”, she said. The door opened and a face framed by blond hair and beard entered. The hair was worn long, with braids in it, and the beard was thick but trimmed within an inch of the skin. A body followed the face soon after. “Undress, Lady?” Esgri asked, beginning to before he got an answer. After all this time, he could read Eowyn’s moods.
He made sure the door was locked, and sat down on the bed awaiting instructions. “Come, a simple lay.” she said without emotion. She pushed back the bedcovers halfway and spread her legs, lifting her wretched organ out of the way. Esgri looked at her, then saying nothing entered and mounted ‘twixt her legs, which she wrapped around him, ending the required effort on her part for this position. Esgri began to thrust into her, at the same time lifting his chest from hers to stroke her. Stubbornly, she wished he wouldn’t, but said nothing. Removed from the pressure of his body, her breasts bounced freely. The bed was soft and the pillows softer, the undersheets were of fine satin. Her hair was freshly washed from earlier that day, and lay behind her head and to either side as they fucked. Esgri’s blond locks hung over his face, which was downturned to avoid eye contact. “Esgri?” she said, again without emotion. “Lady Eowyn?” “…No, ’tis nothing.” It was the third thing she had said to him that day, yet he was her only partner- perhaps for ever. She lay back and stared at the wall. Esgri had now stopped stroking her, and she somewhat wished he would start again. But again, she said nothing. She felt herself clench around him. Finally, almost over, she thought. He felt it too, and began to thrust harder. The wooden bedframe creaked slightly. Somehow this should feel better, she thought. She didn’t feel much. She tried focusing her mind, tried to force herself to enjoy the climax. Her cunt throbbed as he fucked it, it opened to allow him to fill it and closed in his wake. His hips slammed against her pelvis as though he meant to shatter it. Her bottom ached. Her legs were slightly tired from being held spread so long, and the muscles trying to move together with her- and of course, Esgri’s arms- holding them apart produced more clenching as she neared her explosion. Her entire body moved up and down for the thrusting. Her breasts slapped wetly against her chest. His stomach rubbed slightly on her flaw as he fucked her harder and harder. Eowyn felt herself clench, once, twice, and she exploded around him, little drops of woman-cum spurting out as he tried his best to fuck it all out of her. He thrust deliberately twice more to more expelled fluid, and with practiced timing pulled out and came onto the floor. Then Esgri’s hand darted out as Eowyn’s orgasm just began to die down and grabbed her cock, the cock she hated so much and pulled twice with enough force to wrench a small cry from her as she came a second time, shooting into the air with contractions that squirted the last tiny bit of her previous orgasm onto the bed. She lay there and watched the ceiling. “Lady Eowyn! Please, forgive me!” said Esgri in shock, and began cleaning her with his shirt. She realized that she was covered in her own ejaculate. She licked off what was on her lips without noticing, and considered that this time truly was amazing. Yet somehow, she still felt unsatisfied. She glared at her now-limp cock as if to say, “I blame you.”

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2012 in Lord of the Rings, Uncategorized

 

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Buffy/Angel: Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

by chrosmaet

Series: Angel

Pairing: Angelus/Cordelia

Warnings: Rape, Violence, Season 4

Rating: NC-17

Angelus sang softly to himself in his 3-inch barred steel cage. “See them gaily play about/ they love to play and shout/ they haven’t got any cares”… Soon… The incantation completed with a flaring of the candles, and a pale mist rose from the center of the circle. It spiraled around Angelus in his steel cage, lifting him up. “This isn’t over!” he screamed as it infused him, and Angel collapsed on the floor. He slowly got up, struggling to remember what had happened. He was dimly aware of Wesley asking him to sing. Angel sang tunelessly for a couple lines, and a smile lit up Lorne’s face. Apparently his identity was confirmed. He gave out a few orders, and everyone left the room. Everyone but Cordelia. “Come out of that cage.” she said. “It’s safer this way. We don’t know how long this spell may last for, and-” “This way you don’t have to look anyone in the eye. How convenient. You’re not Angelus. You think we don’t get that, but we do.” Cordelia unlocked the locks on the cage. He stepped out, uncertainly. “You are not Angelus.” Angelus grabbed her by the throat roughly. “Wanna bet?”

He swiftly turned off the camera monitoring the room. With any luck, no one would ask which of them had turned it off. Not as though it mattered anymore, with Angelus gone, right? “There”, he said cruelly, his face contorting into the grimace a vampire wears when feeding, “Without that camera, nobody upstairs will be able to hear you down here. I’m sure that we’ll be able to have lots of fun.” He ripped Cordelia’s blouse and bra open at the same time, with one hand still holding her on tip-toes by her neck. “Nipples hard already? You really skip the boring bits, doncha? Of course, I should already have known that from the way you treated the kid that night, huh? I’ll make sure this is a much more entertaining show than that was.” He took one of her nipples between top and bottom fang, and bit just hard enough to draw blood. He sucked upon it eagerly. Cordelia tried to scream, but only succeeded in making a little wheeze. Rather than boosting her adrenaline and bringing help, it only heightened the fear. He shoved her back up against the cage. “Man, was that boring to watch. Can you say ‘Routine Missionary Sex’? Not that that doesn’t suit your philosophy.” He took that same nipple between his teeth again, and bit harder with fierce precision. His fang went right through and came out on the other side. The pain pierced through Cordelia’s body, and she screamed again as only one whose windpipe is constricted by an iron grip can: Quietly, with great effort. The fear shot through her as well, causing all sorts of reactions. “What’s this?” said Angelus, and thrust his hand down her pants. He cupped her sex roughly and lightly at the same time (as one category), feeling the warmth coming off of it- “Well, look at that. You’re getting all- ‘buttery’.” He laughed harshly. Cordelia gazed in horror into that twisted face mocking that of the one she still wasn’t sure if she loved, smelt the blood on his breath, found herself unable to rely on that basest of instincts- the scream- and almost fainted. “Let’s try that again”, he said cruelly, and bit through the other nipple with the speed of a rattlesnake, and this time he didn’t just punch a hole as if he was giving her a piercing, he held on and tugged on the bleeding breast while wickedly playing the tip with his tongue- Cordelia strained to scream, or preferably to get free, with all the strength she had in her, she prayed to whatever benevolent forces might care to help, but the minor ones were all too far away and the major ones had other concerns than just another person in pain and fear or wanted her to build character or something like that, and her mind still burned with a deadly combination of pain, fear, and perverse enjoyment that worked like whitewash on her mind, her hopes, dreams, goals, fears, memories all were obliterated by the animal urge to run away, and Cordelia slumped against the side of the cage. Angelus moved like a perversely malevolent version of a delighted puppy dog from breast to breast, eagerly lapping up the thin stream of blood from each nipple as it trickled down the underside of Cordelia’s breasts. He noticed that she was no longer struggling, and so with his free hand he pinched her nipple as hard as he could. His face lit up with satisfaction as he felt another scream rise in Cordelia’s throat and her body begin to struggle again- “You’ll not get out of it that easily.” “Poor Cordelia”, he said wickedly, and started lightly fingering her through the fabric of her undergarments- “Your relationships just never seem to work out, don’t they? Let’s tally- Breakup, Death, Demon Surrogate, Breakup- and those are just the ones that come to mind the fastest.” He continued fingering her, and quickly lapped up the blood which had begun to trickle. “Let’s see if we can make this one work.” He swiftly pulled her pants off before she could resist, and unzipped his own. Cordelia began to struggle again, but it only heightened his enjoyment and he pulled her panties off, regardless of her kicking, as easily as one would undress a doll, and positioned his hard length at her entrance. “Now”, he said, “I am not one to enter a woman’s most sacred of places without her permission, so I will remove my hand briefly so I can hear your response.” He removed his hand briefly, but immediately replaced it when Cordelia tried to scream. “Very well.” Cordelia muted again, gazed levelly at him. “I will not defile your womb by entering unpermitted.” With a savage grin, he then repositioned his tip to rest lightly on her anus. “Your choice.” He pushed through the rubbery entrance slowly for the first half inch or so, then startled Cordelia by suddenly thrusting roughly and fast. Another scream stifled. He said nothing further- words might spoil the delightful horror he wanted her to feel, but thrust again, beginning an in-and-out rythum that pleased him. He turned Cordelia around to face the cage, allowing him easier access, and began to finger her in earnest with his other hand. He relished the feeling of it, the tight grip- he felt her begin to weaken. “Are you getting close, now? Signify by nodding or shaking your head”. When he got no response, he added, continuing to thrust,”You know those nipples of yours? Pierced is better than none. Nothing further and they may even heal over.” He was met with a hesitant nod. He could feel that this was true- without meaning to, she was pressing slightly against his hand, and wriggling slightly. “Alright”, he said, and then removed his fingering hand. A few more thrusts and he released his own orgasm, spilling into the wrong passage and withdrawing. He released Cordelia, and dropped her to the floor. She looked up at him, hardly daring to provoke him by screaming. “You-” she began, and stopped. He carefully tore her clothing into long strips, suitable for his purpose. “You didn’t-” she said, but quieted when he looked at her. “Nope.” He picked her up and pushed her into the cage. “When you denied me your standard entrance”, he said as he fitted a gag made from her blouse into her mouth, “I assumed you didn’t need to enjoy it.” He grinned maliciously, finished tying her up, and closed the cage door. “I’m headed upstairs for a minute, but I’ll be back down, probably with Fred or Lilah. Maybe both.” He turned and headed upstairs.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Buffy/Angel

 

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