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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ✱ 𝕯̲𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺┈𝓹𝘶͟𝘮͟𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝓡͟𝐎͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐈𝐍𝐆─𝓢𝘏𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎, 𝒌̲𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.ᐟ 𐂂 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ✱ his 𝓑𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝕯𝘈𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘙 always remains #𝓾𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 , ever 𝒇𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 that’d make any darkner 𝓢𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍 from the scent alone. ﹙ ☣️ ﹚ all that buildup to assail 𝓗̲𝐄𝐑 with the moment he gets a hold of those 𝒂𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨.. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

͏͏͏ ✱ ⠀ 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝓬𝘂𝗻𝘁𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙥𝗲𝗱. ᐣ 𝓟𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃.ᐟ 𝑵𝑶.ᐟ.. ㅤ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ✱ so she thinks, wasting 𝒕𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀, 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 that dagger of his until the 𝗱𝗼𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 『 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 』to stop thinking and let herself be 𝑺𝑾𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑫 in the most vulgar display possible. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ✱ greeting that 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲 of a 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁‘𝘀 lips with his 𝓽𝗮𝗿-𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝓚𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 was all it took to end the battle as well as 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲 her mind.♠️ tapping his 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗽 atop her tongue as if to tell her to lick. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ scrubbing off rings of built up 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 off his ebony mass suited her better than pretending to be a knight. he soon tugged those antlers to bring her head down to reach all the way to base to get a nice coat of deer throatslime.. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

͏͏͏ ✱ ⠀ regardless of age, he’ll 𝒉𝗼𝗶𝘀𝘁 up any 𝓼𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 to 𝓘̲𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑳𝑬 so they start 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 like a 𝕯̲𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵. ㅤ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ she belongs in the shelter, a missing girl like her is better used to the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, right?♠️ she even got rid of that brave face, now she just looks like that of a 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 looking to please, about time she gives him a tonguebath. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ✱ another 𝒇̲𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝓶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 that was #𝓢͟𝑾͟𝑶͟𝑶͟𝑵͟𝑬𝑫 , 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 the very same 𝓫𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝒌𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 that will 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 the fun gang. occasional door banging could be heard at night from the shelter.. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝓐͟𝐂͟𝐓͟𝗶𝗻𝗴 as a 𝓷𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨 won’t save anyone, no matter how much she 𝒕𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩𝘨𝘢͟𝘳͟𝘭𝘴.ᐟ 👅 don’t let that stop her from worshipping it further, he’s getting comfortable using her 𝒂𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 as handlebars to plunge deeper. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ especially when knight is tugging those antlers without care, stamping his ebony hued mass with smooches only stirred him to yank her head down on the base, swerving his whole heft down her gullet as a obscene 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 ensued. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ sitting there like a deer frozen in front of headlights, it was obvious she understood the difference now. not like he’ll give her time to think about how worried her loved ones must be when his musky threads of pre are violating the air around her.— ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ but no matter how much she tapped his lap for a breather, she was greeted by a pitchblack pair of veiny balls smacking her in the throat between strokes as her mouth was buried deeper on his base, his grip grew tighter, either her horns break down or she will. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ a glint of joy shined in his insatiable orbs, feasting on the sight of that doe inaudibly gagging from trying to take every inch whole before her eyes gotten misty from spilling darkness back up all over her lap, a pathetic sight, all for him. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ