[ they've truly accomplished so much with so little and only this twisted bloodthirsty mania to power them through. too much for one of her literal first encounters here, and while w's not regretting venturing out of her comfort zone and opening up her legs to exciting new opportunities, lappland sure is getting far too ambitious for her liking. as if she's the alpha here, when everyone present knows who's really the boss.
nevermind that her pussy is spasming in time with each staccatoed word of lappland's little threat. it's the very thing that sets her off, the betrayal of her body and the aggravating sound of that fucking tail again. maybe she'll just break it, see if she can't pull a new and pretty whine out of lappland every time she gives it a tug. by the time lappland draws near to her mouth, her eyes have gone dark and cloudy with pure, untempered vitriol.
she snatches up lappland's throat again in nothing so merciful as a careful grasp. she'll hold her like trash she intends to pitch, her lips pursed to spew as much blood and spit into her mouth as w can possibly conjure. and still lappland presses forth to lick her teeth clean like it's a gift, that lurching, sick twist cramping in w's guts again.
the sound of her own hysterical, mocking laughter cuts sharp through the ringing in her ears. ]
Sick bitch, you'll be lucky if I use you for a fucking pot to piss in!
[ if she doesn't wipe that blissful look off lappland's face she'll end up killing them both. her other hand seizes the claws crawling between her thighs, digging in lappland's wrist for a tendon to snap and disable. she wouldn't stop there, she'd punch into every pressure point in lappland's body like a good little assassin til she's a boneless, slithering puddle of filth on the floor, but w suspects she'd like that too much. ]
You want it all? How about I'll give it to you when you want it so bad it's down to that or putting a slug through your skull to end your misery. Maybe I'll even give you both at the same fucking time, huh, let you bleed out your brains with your tongue twitching in my ass.
cw that and gore and watersports mention and suicide/death mention and jfc
nevermind that her pussy is spasming in time with each staccatoed word of lappland's little threat. it's the very thing that sets her off, the betrayal of her body and the aggravating sound of that fucking tail again. maybe she'll just break it, see if she can't pull a new and pretty whine out of lappland every time she gives it a tug. by the time lappland draws near to her mouth, her eyes have gone dark and cloudy with pure, untempered vitriol.
she snatches up lappland's throat again in nothing so merciful as a careful grasp. she'll hold her like trash she intends to pitch, her lips pursed to spew as much blood and spit into her mouth as w can possibly conjure. and still lappland presses forth to lick her teeth clean like it's a gift, that lurching, sick twist cramping in w's guts again.
the sound of her own hysterical, mocking laughter cuts sharp through the ringing in her ears. ]
Sick bitch, you'll be lucky if I use you for a fucking pot to piss in!
[ if she doesn't wipe that blissful look off lappland's face she'll end up killing them both. her other hand seizes the claws crawling between her thighs, digging in lappland's wrist for a tendon to snap and disable. she wouldn't stop there, she'd punch into every pressure point in lappland's body like a good little assassin til she's a boneless, slithering puddle of filth on the floor, but w suspects she'd like that too much. ]
You want it all? How about I'll give it to you when you want it so bad it's down to that or putting a slug through your skull to end your misery. Maybe I'll even give you both at the same fucking time, huh, let you bleed out your brains with your tongue twitching in my ass.