[ asking a mad beast not to bite, as if she's possibly the type to obey.
there's a frantic high whine as w thrusts the knife right in her, exactly as vengefully as she'd crave. the sick fantasies of her mind fester over the fantasy of how a real weapon could pierce through tender flesh into organs and vitals and... of course she wouldn't fuck a real knife. or rather the 'of course' sure is more of a 'better hope it's an of course after she cums and gets more of her mind back' from the most rotten horniness that could possibly take root in an unstable wolf. maybe it's a good thing it's a fake blade, she won't die from internal bleeding and maybe the worst possible way to kill a deranged lesbian. it'd hurt so fucking bad. and yet, and yet could it possibly be worth it.
the jagged edges of the fake weapon in her, w's fingers in her could just about drive her over the edge and she's already hideously fast and close to it already, how weak and hungry she is for rough play. but then w's biting her and--her tail whacks painfully against the wall, her ears slink back desperately as her mouth works to accept w's saliva, a furious shiver runs through her full-body. no, no no. don't spoil her this much. the dizzy rapture of her expression, a mad dog who may as well have talked herself into following a stranger's whim for the hell of it, who'd given a half-hearted attempt at trying to play captive or hostage only to be shittalked and fucked this bad. don't do this, she's obsessive and there should only be room for one obsession but she already knows the other lone wolf won't do this to her. just about resigned her bloodthirsty deathseeking dreams as dreams.
death could be so deliciously close like this, a bomb on her tongue, in her mouth. she drools around it as saliva runs down the side of her mouth; her fist seizes in w's hair in an ecstatic grip, her eyes fix on her lustfully. her pussy squeezes betrayingly hard on the broken knife in her, on w's fingers there around the hilt. the whole wolf could be a sheath. ]
G'nna... cum... [ her clit is so fucking hard. her cunt tightens furiously around the plastic blade, she wishes it could cut her exactly this deep and more. her teeth scratch grooves into the metal of the bomb, her entire body on the edge of pain.
she could bite down on this thing, it could fucking kill her so much more agonizingly than that originium bomb that doomed her. better yet, this close, w'd catch the explosion too... how nice!!! they could both die or at least suffer horrifyingly before dying messily. peak romance to the sickest beast. how she could secretly dream of dragging texas to hell with her but know in reality it seems she can't bring herself to. or maybe the real secret is she just doesn't want to sink into hell alone, and here's a real bastard who's willing to take her there.
blood might stain w's dress from the wolf claw marks into her wrist and arm. her cum might get on those tights, or definitely would. saliva drips off her chin; her eyes flutter and roll with the prospect of biting down in orgasm and ending both their lives. ]
new worst ship alert
there's a frantic high whine as w thrusts the knife right in her, exactly as vengefully as she'd crave. the sick fantasies of her mind fester over the fantasy of how a real weapon could pierce through tender flesh into organs and vitals and... of course she wouldn't fuck a real knife. or rather the 'of course' sure is more of a 'better hope it's an of course after she cums and gets more of her mind back' from the most rotten horniness that could possibly take root in an unstable wolf. maybe it's a good thing it's a fake blade, she won't die from internal bleeding and maybe the worst possible way to kill a deranged lesbian. it'd hurt so fucking bad. and yet, and yet could it possibly be worth it.
the jagged edges of the fake weapon in her, w's fingers in her could just about drive her over the edge and she's already hideously fast and close to it already, how weak and hungry she is for rough play. but then w's biting her and--her tail whacks painfully against the wall, her ears slink back desperately as her mouth works to accept w's saliva, a furious shiver runs through her full-body. no, no no. don't spoil her this much. the dizzy rapture of her expression, a mad dog who may as well have talked herself into following a stranger's whim for the hell of it, who'd given a half-hearted attempt at trying to play captive or hostage only to be shittalked and fucked this bad. don't do this, she's obsessive and there should only be room for one obsession but she already knows the other lone wolf won't do this to her. just about resigned her bloodthirsty deathseeking dreams as dreams.
death could be so deliciously close like this, a bomb on her tongue, in her mouth. she drools around it as saliva runs down the side of her mouth; her fist seizes in w's hair in an ecstatic grip, her eyes fix on her lustfully. her pussy squeezes betrayingly hard on the broken knife in her, on w's fingers there around the hilt. the whole wolf could be a sheath. ]
G'nna... cum... [ her clit is so fucking hard. her cunt tightens furiously around the plastic blade, she wishes it could cut her exactly this deep and more. her teeth scratch grooves into the metal of the bomb, her entire body on the edge of pain.
she could bite down on this thing, it could fucking kill her so much more agonizingly than that originium bomb that doomed her. better yet, this close, w'd catch the explosion too... how nice!!! they could both die or at least suffer horrifyingly before dying messily. peak romance to the sickest beast. how she could secretly dream of dragging texas to hell with her but know in reality it seems she can't bring herself to. or maybe the real secret is she just doesn't want to sink into hell alone, and here's a real bastard who's willing to take her there.
blood might stain w's dress from the wolf claw marks into her wrist and arm. her cum might get on those tights, or definitely would. saliva drips off her chin; her eyes flutter and roll with the prospect of biting down in orgasm and ending both their lives. ]