[ yeah w absolutely agrees it's the most idiotic fucking idea ever letting this hungry beast near her precious kitten. lappland's got zero table manners, got that tongue snaking into more crevices than she knew she had, forcing her body to immediately betray her by devolving into a pitiful bed of shivering convulsions. it's so miserably good that her clutching teeth open up a spot of shiny rouge on her lip and her fingers scramble in lappland's hair, they tug and tremble and pull to bear her through the strangling shudder that overcomes her when that tongue is buried too deep, licking at raw electric nerves. just the way it moves makes her stomach twist. it's probably the filthiest tongue she'll ever know and somehow it's got her pulling at the boundaries of her impossible splay to offer more to eat.
her own growl fades into a soft whine: ]
I hate you...
[ for liquifying her legs and stealing her breath every time that tongue twitches inside her. she hates herself more when she can't help wiggling her hips just to feel the sickening sensation of it worming against painfully clenched walls, her eyes fixed fast on lappland's face in furious wonder β or what she can make of her face when she's eating so ravenously, buried in glistening pink like she's a mad beast chewing through carrion. if only she had some redβ
and there's the knife, of course, she didn't forget about that. there's not much she can do when the shocks keep buzzing her jaw shut and her ankles are trembling up somewhere close to her ears, but she's already too achingly full on just this much and there's no way that knife isn't going to split her. it doesn't help that she clenches hard around lappland's tongue the moment before that deafening thrust, broadcasting that ripping sensation from her cunt all the down to her cramping toes. it's such a wild, untameable sort of pain and it makes her eyes roll back sightlessly and her hips desperately churn. like she can't help but saw herself apart, even as she's choking and hiccuping unbearably. ]
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her own growl fades into a soft whine: ]
I hate you...
[ for liquifying her legs and stealing her breath every time that tongue twitches inside her. she hates herself more when she can't help wiggling her hips just to feel the sickening sensation of it worming against painfully clenched walls, her eyes fixed fast on lappland's face in furious wonder β or what she can make of her face when she's eating so ravenously, buried in glistening pink like she's a mad beast chewing through carrion. if only she had some redβ
and there's the knife, of course, she didn't forget about that. there's not much she can do when the shocks keep buzzing her jaw shut and her ankles are trembling up somewhere close to her ears, but she's already too achingly full on just this much and there's no way that knife isn't going to split her. it doesn't help that she clenches hard around lappland's tongue the moment before that deafening thrust, broadcasting that ripping sensation from her cunt all the down to her cramping toes. it's such a wild, untameable sort of pain and it makes her eyes roll back sightlessly and her hips desperately churn. like she can't help but saw herself apart, even as she's choking and hiccuping unbearably. ]