[ #NotHerAlpha. even if w's own pussy is betraying her by recognizing her sovereignty, they'll have some stern words about that later.
she's really starting to hate the way her nasty mouth has zero effect on lappland. it's actually meant to be a deterrent?? but she sure as fuck doesn't miss that moan or those rubbing thighs and she can't say her cunt doesn't pump hot and wet at the realization that lappland's willing to suck that out of her too. she really shouldn't have let lappland get that blade in her to begin with, obviously the disease is spreading.
whatever, it's her funeral, her soiled bed she's made and she can lay in the wet spot of her own consequences. w's eyes are gleaming with sadistic intent now. ]
Yeah, sure... [ she purrs, stroking through lappland's soiled, spit-and-blood matted hair. she's honestly so much prettier like this, covered in w's fluids, her filthy mouth yawning open for more. w would be lying if she tried to say she wasn't incredibly turned on by this, by the picture of lappland well-defiled and on the very edge of despair for what she can't have. in w's experience, that always hurts worse than anything, and w would love nothing more than to drink in suffering that sweet.
she also needs to find a gun so bad. ]
Promise you can have it — if you'll be my perfect little latrine slave for a whole month. You'd even get to be the first! Bet a sick, twisted freak like you would get off on that even more. All you gotta do is everything I say and you can be the one to break it in.
[ she doesn't know anyone dumb enough to take a deal like that, but she does really enjoy delivering the alternative: ]
Or I could just go find someone else to get it over with right now. Maybe I'll send you a selfie so you really feel like you're there?
i did nothing!!!!
she's really starting to hate the way her nasty mouth has zero effect on lappland. it's actually meant to be a deterrent?? but she sure as fuck doesn't miss that moan or those rubbing thighs and she can't say her cunt doesn't pump hot and wet at the realization that lappland's willing to suck that out of her too. she really shouldn't have let lappland get that blade in her to begin with, obviously the disease is spreading.
whatever, it's her funeral, her soiled bed she's made and she can lay in the wet spot of her own consequences. w's eyes are gleaming with sadistic intent now. ]
Yeah, sure... [ she purrs, stroking through lappland's soiled, spit-and-blood matted hair. she's honestly so much prettier like this, covered in w's fluids, her filthy mouth yawning open for more. w would be lying if she tried to say she wasn't incredibly turned on by this, by the picture of lappland well-defiled and on the very edge of despair for what she can't have. in w's experience, that always hurts worse than anything, and w would love nothing more than to drink in suffering that sweet.
she also needs to find a gun so bad. ]
Promise you can have it — if you'll be my perfect little latrine slave for a whole month. You'd even get to be the first! Bet a sick, twisted freak like you would get off on that even more. All you gotta do is everything I say and you can be the one to break it in.
[ she doesn't know anyone dumb enough to take a deal like that, but she does really enjoy delivering the alternative: ]
Or I could just go find someone else to get it over with right now. Maybe I'll send you a selfie so you really feel like you're there?