[ A quiet, nearly-a-moan slips from his lips as Alastor sinks his fingers inside of him, the ring and flesh within quivering in sensitivity as those long digits their work. His body practically gives a giant ? to his mind, as if so exhausted it's asking if it's supposed to get interested again, because it might be, while the mind tries to say no, all good, you can relax. That reassurance is quickly dashed when Alastor sinks his thumb into his knot-stretched cunt, making a disjointed sound of protest and desire. ]
Aaaah... of course I do. As much as you do me.
[ Turning that right back on the deer, but also getting his bit of petty revenge by reaching behind the sinner to lightly riffle his claws through the hair of the mentioned tail.
...maybe not all of his pretty revenge, though. ]
So, what do you want to call them? [ The mischief buried in a slight rasp and the arousal-thickened vocal chords. ]
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Date: 2024-06-26 04:44 pm (UTC)Aaaah... of course I do. As much as you do me.
[ Turning that right back on the deer, but also getting his bit of petty revenge by reaching behind the sinner to lightly riffle his claws through the hair of the mentioned tail.
...maybe not all of his pretty revenge, though. ]
So, what do you want to call them? [ The mischief buried in a slight rasp and the arousal-thickened vocal chords. ]