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[ right, yeah, challenge received — it's that anytime lappland so much as brushes up against her, it was that when she came clutching w's hair. all of this is a personal affront. w isn't afraid at all to blow them both sky-high, and she'll do it staring hatefully into those precious blue eyes, she'll start the blast in the center of the vile tangle their tongues have become.
fuck it. she's already overheating anyway, liable to ignite all on her own. sarkaz and stupid hot lupo die every second of every day and w has personally witnessed far too many, but nobody's ever had the balls to challenge-not-kiss her. she's lived decades in the same routine of track-hunt-murder and now here's her first unfinished job ever rising up above her. w throws her legs around, one heel clattering to the floor, the other doing its damned job and digging like a knife into lappland's back, scraping down her spine. ]
Dirty bitch.
[ it's less of a condemnation and more of a breathless wheeze as lappland pulls that dripping prop free. there's literally no scent in the air but wolf musk, her nostrils flaring when she catches that impossible whiff of steely, diseased blood, all of it so fucking intoxicating that she has to lamaze through it. she can barely move, like she's pinned by lappland and the sharp ache between her legs altogether. she can't really blame lappland for all the mess made of her tights. ]
You know I'll have to kill you if you try.
[ she'll make it a slow death. a really slow death, enough to span several favors returned, but she definitely needs to be the one to put this wolf down. ]
Aw, promise? [ don’t threaten her with a good time. her extremely sane laugh is only temporarily interrupted by the detonation, replaced again by coughing while there’s still ash in her mouth and now her tongue is singed. deservedly, again. her tail starts to move, the punishment and sear to her mouth and the sharp of the heel to her back met simply with greedy anticipation.
the knife can’t cut much of anything, not without effort, but she has enough sharp to her nails to start slicing clawmarks to w’s legs, removing her tights in long cuts and ribbons. she doesn’t have to lick tights clean if she simply shreds them. that’s the kind of flexible thinking the worst ex-famiglia wolf has. anyway she’d prefer to lick bare thighs instead and dips down to do just that as her hands go to spread w’s legs apart. ]
I was your willing partner, tesoro. Surely you can dance and be mine for a round too. You were so kind as to fill two of my holes, even… it’s only fair if I could have at least one of yours as well. [ as for which—her hand holding the slick knife slinks down w’s thigh to grope her ass, give it a nice claw-studded squeeze. the toy knife is generously and filthily dripping with her juices already but well, she doesn’t mind licking w open a little more beforehand or even salivates at the opportunity. ] This one, for instance, I think would make a cute sheath.
[ what the fuck must they be thinking out in the hall with all this unhinged laughter blaring like klaxons from this room? poor lappland's blackened tongue triggers those shrill, abrasive giggles of w's and... they're having such a wonderful time, aren't they? let's hope no one comes in to see what all this fucking racket is about.
mostly because w really wasn't anticipating losing her tights tonight. it's her fault for figuring it wrong, but it's mostly lappland's fault that she doesn't do more to prevent it. that flash of wicked sharp claws is too enticing for her to do much more than watch in dark fascination as nylon gives way to her own pale skin, to the ruined black silk thong beneath them. that won't be putting up much of a fight, it's already practically given up and resigned itself to chokehold her ass in the events of this recent scuffle. thanks for nothing. ]
Ooh? You think this should be fair?! Who the fuck pr— [ those cloyingly-sweet taunts fade off into a shrill squeal as lappland grabs up her handful of ass, but the most humiliating part of it all is how her legs fan open wider, how she can feel wetness escaping the scant string of her thong and beading just beneath her hole. so close to where lappland is, where her mouth is. w rakes her own blunt nails through lappland's mane furiously. her chest is heaving so hard she's practically breaking her own ribs trying to catch her breath. ]
You've got five seconds to lick like you've never tasted pussy this good or I'll cut out that sick tongue of yours for insulting me.
[ she casually rips the last of the tights off w’s legs. as sleek the look is, she’d prefer to lick at bare skin, to bite there, to sink her teeth into a thigh or calf as if a predator who’d just brought down a kill. well not quite when w’s not quite dead yet but, how nice the idea is, if she really had a weapon she could sink into guts or organs or… honestly, the way she flexes her claws might betray how tempting the idea is to just use bare teeth and claws. a whole body can be a weapon, whereas w can manifest them.
but she can’t kill a playmate this fun just yet. ]
Ooh, scary. I see someone likes and wants to keep my tongue that badly! [ she extends the length of it to draw a long wet line up w’s thigh towards her cunt—it’s long, canine, obscene and she knows and uses it in the worst way. and, she’s never actually tasted sarkaz pussy. maybe she usually goes for dark haired lupo girls, even as hook-ups.
but she likes trying new meals. she moves to shove w bodily against the wall, still on the ground but just to brace her as she slaps a handful of w’s ass hard, punctuating those claw marks there. ] Don’t rush me while I’m eating, figa. I’m a Siracusan, I like to savor my food. [ just foodie hobo wolf things.
her mouth dips down to neatly bite the black thong off w, clenching it in her teeth so she could just taste the juices from the fabric before she tosses it aside. and now she can spread her pussy nice and open between her black clawed fingers. wetting her lips with her lupine tongue before it goes to lick roughly at w’s clit, lapping there hot and eager before slithering down to enter her proper. inch by inch into her cunt. ]
Bitch, I don't even know about your... [ enormous ] ... fucking... [ her legs wobble, completely unsure of which direction to fall now. ] stupid-ass tongue.
[ what a meet-cute, the shadow of that monstrous appendage falling across her thigh, w's widened eyes deadlocked warily upon it. does she even have enough pussy for that thing? the longer it drags across her flesh, the less sure she becomes somehow. obviously she's a sarkaz, she'd never pull any bitch shit like flinch or forfeit, but she is sorely tempted to climb right up the fucking wall the second she makes impact.
she's been hit before, which ought to surprise no one with a mouth like hers. the slap is hard but it's whatever and she'll prove that by defiantly leaning in for more. if all lappland wanted to do tonight was beat on her, she could settle right here on this sticky floor and nap like a sleeping princess at a royal spa.
but the biting, the clawing, the slow rip of her thong through every intimate part of herself — she feels it almost too much. w's teeth are gritting hard, her body involuntarily leaping beneath every long lick, her knees clapping lappland's shoulders every time she so much as senses that tongue twitching. her and her stupid fucking big mouth. it goes to figure that the second she shuts herself up and listens, she hears the one thing she's hoping to bank on. ]
... Savor, yeah. Y-You should savor that shit. Nice and [ hiss ] s-slow.
[ she's probably too tight even for a battering ram of a tongue like that, but she sure is starting to sink against it, her whole face glowing like a lantern. her fingers twitch and flex and pull in lappland's hair, the one smallest modicum of control that she's mostly using to angle lappland's head so she can watch, but even that is beginning to relent beneath that too-hot, too-wet push. ]
[ first taste of sarkaz clit and it's nice and hard and red and cute, like a candy. she'd practically lavish her tongue right to it as if it were, suck to it just once before her tongue pushes into that pussy and... oh, it's tight. that doesn't necessarily mean much except that she'll definitely have to thrust and invade her way in here, and guess how much that turns her on. her tongue and mouth are meant for tasting and eating and it's probably just such an unsafe and questionable decision to let the maw of a mad beast like her anywhere near pussy but here she is. she'll even be so courteous and not just thrust a knife right into w or anything. as tasty as the idea is.
but she does want to taste and savor every inch of this cunt. the growl that comes from her practically like a laugh as she buries her face between w's thighs and her tongue slides into her, long and flexible and sleek. longer than the fake blade but not quite sharp--except for her black claws, which continue to push w's legs apart until she's practically spread like a gymnast. keeping eye contact with her through her fringe of white hair, and then one hand goes back to grip that knife.
she wants to taste and she also wants... well, maybe she wants to put this weapon in both holes. and maybe she'll start with the one her tongue is already in. because she's a pervert and she wants to fuck her cum and blood right into w with the broken tip of the blade. her mad laugh is muffled as she eats and the positioning is going to be tight, and so will that cunt as she works to slide the fake blade in right alongside the thrust of her tongue. ]
[ 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 — 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 red—
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. ]
[ music to her ears, that declaration of hate. her tail instantly starts wagging like the absolute worst canine in this entire casino or dimension or wherever this place might be. she may as well race to the bottom in being the worst patron of this establishment... well in terms of perversion. she likes to think she has some class, just maybe. just maybe, when it comes to cuisine.
and pussy is her favorite meal, and w's tastes exquisite. or honestly taste isn't even her favorite part of the dish. it's the whole experience, licking deep into the wettest and tightest part of her body (well until she might whet her tongue or this knife in that ass), feeling w tremble and clench beautifully down on her tongue. hearing her whine, watching that expression on her face turn increasingly desperate as their eyes lock. she loves it. and all right, she wants to give this pussy a workout and she does, alternating thrusts with her tongue and the knife, the slick slide of both sinking into w one at a time--then both, deep as she can go, with a sudden twist of the fake weapon.
a twist in which she slips her tongue out of w's body entirely, just in case she might cum from it. ]
Ahaha... you taste even better than I imagined, la mia pericolosa puttanella. But I mean it when I say I want to savor this. [ a savage dig of the knife deep in w, to scrape at her insides and--she could speculate, just from knowing where her own g-spot is, maybe what could be a particularly sensitive spot within. well, everyone's different and that includes sarkaz and lupo pussy.
one clawed hand grips w's chin to keep her face turned so she can watch exactly how lappland thrusts the knife inside her, her pace suddenly turning languid and thorough, her ears pricked, ] The taste, sensation, and even how you sound. I've had wet pasta sound like this before, you know! [ a bark of a laugh, because she thinks she's so funny, ] That's how you know it's good pussy! We'll just stir you up inside like this, we can make a mix of my juices and yours deep inside you juuust like this~ [ with a sudden vengeful drag of the broken edge clawing into w, like an extension of her black talons. ]
[ one day w will cut off that fucking tail and nail it to a goddamn wall. she'll make lappland stare at it while she kicks her to wheezing pieces, just like lappland holds her still and groaning for the excruciating drive of that awful plastic thing between her thighs. the jagged edge of it is whatever, a sharp but bendy burst of pain every time it catches her at just the right angle, but the seam where both halves of the hilt were pressed together has her seeing stars. every time her pussy clenches she can feel it, papercut-sharp and searing.
she'd still take it any day over that tongue that wriggles into every last nerve she has and makes her body leap and hop helplessly. her muscles are sore just from enduring it this long, her body heavy with ache like she's been in a head on collision. the only thing worse than that is when it's both, when she has to chew her lip to pieces to keep from crying out. all that work and it hurts worse, her pussy too sore and swollen to bear it all and still forced to balloon so abruptly wide she truly isn't sure whether or not she's burst.
it's almost a mercy when the knife twists. her vision goes red and white, her whole body jolting into the air, her cunt squeezing on — no tongue, she realizes with pain so acute it's incomparable to anything that came before it. her hips beg for what won't come in violent, stuttering thrusts, but it's all just a nice display of her abused, upthrust pussy gushing one great big spattering wave of — come? blood? maybe it's just the spit that foul bitch left in her, drooling into her box like that. ]
Ffffuck you.
[ her lips are numb and filthy with blood from every time she's popped her lip. it's tough work to spit it at lappland, but she does manage to drool it thick into her hair, across her pretty cheek. as well she deserves for trying to excise w's g-spot with a broken prop knife; it could really feel like she's accomplishing the task, the way w bleeds slick and probably real blood every time she stabs it at the right angle.
but some insults won't stand. pink spit bubbles at the corners of her lips as she snarls: ]
My pussy's... way better than some fffucking noodles.
[ it's still so hungry, even after this, her lips and clit blood-red with beyond-excruciating need. the dragging is good, she can ride it like a dying whore, furiously scratching an itch that's already bleeding in miserable pursuit of relief. ]
[ so what she's getting at is w wants some tail. it's just too bad hers isn't tailfucking material but who knows, maybe where there's a will there's a way.
anyway wow. she's being spoiled spoiled. spoiled spoiled spoiled. the nice thing about eating pussy, besides the other hundred reasons why, is that it did actually slake her mouth a little more of those ashes. still, she finds her bastard heart skip several beats seeing w bleed both from mouth and that cumstained and now bloodstained box. her mouth nearly goes dry again. the sheer thirst and the thrill that she could really wound after all with that edge of the broken plastic knife. truly where there's a will there's truly a way. ]
Oh, no question. The only issue is when you're this much tastier a meal, I might just have to eat you every single day.
For hours, even. Every. Single. Day. [ especially if she cums gruesomely like this. it may as well be like blood in the water to a shark, her mouth is watering again until she has to wipe it, then wipe w's straight to her tongue. don't give her treats like this, she'll legitimately go insane. her tail is beating madly; she really has to make an effort to reel her thoughts in from trying to legitimate carve w up somehow, see how deep or real she can truly cut with this completely shitty unsatisfactory weapon.
but this much cutting will do. just maybe. she steals one more kiss with the deliberate slice of her teeth to coax just that much more blood onto her demanding tongue, her moan entirely deranged as that wolf's tongue goes to lick it straight from cuts, straight from w's teeth. well they're both infected. they're both going to die. what a nice game it would be if she could slice w's short or vice versa, just as long as it hurts.
and then she withdraws the knife, dripping disgustingly with the ungodly mix of both their body fluids. she lets a thick drip of it land straight to the loll of her tongue, her eyes fluttering in bliss, a heavy blush rising to her cheeks, ]
I still want one more, la mia bella stronza. Surely you can give me that.
I want one more of your holes. [ as her black claws stroke down to where w drips cum and blood in a trail to her asshole. ]
cw that and gore and watersports mention and suicide/death mention and jfc
[ 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.
[ she’s grossly and canonically an alpha. nobody hates to know it more than me.
and she’s so grossly thirsty she really truly would take any body fluids w would offer to her. unfortunately her tail only wags harder at the very idea of being pissed on; she squeezes her own thighs together with a moan as her breath hitches and her mouth parts in the kiss as if too terribly wanting for it to happen now, instantly. but the gift of this much more bloody saliva is more than enough. ] Ahaha… if I could possibly be so lucky. [ she’s so turned on she could barely think, as her pussy squeezes and yearns for something inside her.
she wants to fuck even more than being fucked, but there’s w’s grip on her preventing her from sinking this knife in her ass. for now maybe. she’s so considerate. that and the idea of w blasting her brains out for trying is just so delicious. ]
I already want it that bad, cagacazzo. I don’t know if I can wait long enough for you to get a weapon if I want to fuck you in the ass this much. [ being entirely truthful, as that grip turns more and more punishing. oh, fine. if the ass really a no-go zone right now she’ll be so kind and not wrestle or choke w into it or force it in, though the idea of that is actually getting tastier by the moment.
but she’s not totally unreasonable, she can totally respect boundaries. all of this absolutely counts as just that. but she wants to fuck sarkaz ass so bad it makes her stupid. she blinks, she licks her lips to savor that much of blood and saliva there, with a harsh shiver. ]
Promise it’ll happen? [ that and. pissing. … don’t say it, because she’d want it…! ]
[ #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?
[ yeah, no. she's not dumb enough to take a deal like that or she's too alpha for that, contrary to anything that might've happened just now. ... it's a nice idea in the abstract if she had to have an opinion on it, but she's not much of a slave. actually it'd be much tastier for it to be the other way around.
but she'll keep that unsaid. ] I might consider it if I could have your ass to myself for one month, but no. Don't take me for that much of a sucker, I might get annoyed. [ ... though, she does want to be the first to get her hands on or tongue in a nice virgin ass. she does want that cherry, she can't lie. whether she wants it bad enough for to be a little personal toilet is another story, as much as she's thirsty to taste sarkaz juice straight from the source like that. this is fun and no doubt w is an intriguing playmate and lappland doesn't exactly have such a proud ego, but she'd still rather take than give that much.
she drops the knife but her hand slinks just to catch a nice handful of that ass again, kneading her claws against flesh nearly catlike, sliding to scratch up to the base of w's tail. ]
Your ass is yours to do as you please, signorina. All I'm saying is I could treat it right. [ ... ] Or wrong, I suppose. [ definitely wrong. but honestly, she's flexible. ] I'd even go gentle for your first time unless you really beg for me to wreck it, or I'll leave it red and clawed up until you're crying. Dealer's choice. [ unless she changes her mind on a dime and decides actually, she'll do what she likes. the other girl is an intriguing playmate and for a split second back there she might even have let her kill her, but--
no, she knew that wasn't going to happen. but it was a fun as hell game to believe and cum to, just then. ]
If you do send a picture, don't disappoint me and make sure to get a nice juicy angle. Maybe of this. [ her black claw, cutting suddenly into skin, two simple thin red lines--an 'L' on one sarkaz butt cheek. just a souvenir. or maybe marking some territory. ]
[ the whole point of that offer was no never!! she's had enough offers on this ass that could have w rolling flush with cash forever if she was that easy, but being a total tease about it? that's priceless. w's face screws up with annoyed fury, her nostrils flaring as lappland's squeezing hands rip another pitiful squeal from her lips. it's so humiliating, doesn't at all stop her from running her proud mouth: ]
This ain't a fucking auction! I set my terms, and it's a one time only offer. Don't come begging at my feet when you end up regretting it.
[ she opens her mouth to say something about handling the merchandise, but even w realizes how dumb a look that would be when she's melting into lappland's kneading hands. she still hasn't even really tried too hard to make it out of this (uncomfortable?) pose. (it's not, she's flexible enough to be perfectly comfortable bent in half.) for good measure, she plants a foot against lappland's shoulder, that red brand across her ankle gleaming as she uses the leverage exclusively to lift her hips for lappland's scratching nails.
her own tail is tucked tight against her body, protectively. ]
I don't trust you and I definitely don't cry. But hey! I sure can prove it. I'll go out there and find someone with the biggest, girthiest, most massive di—
[ heat flares on one of her asscheeks, and oh, w could kill her. texas probably wouldn't even be TOO mad if she explained it with just the right slant, and besides, she's always been better at asking forgiveness than permission. but the foot on lappland's shoulder is pulling her down, not shoving her away, and w's eyes are so dark, her tits so tight and her nipples hardened to aching little buds when she whisper-snarls: ]
[ what, did she promise her ass to texas?......... strangely enough, if so, she really would be loath to decide who the hell she'd be jealous of or just admit it'd be both. she sure hopes texas would go harder on this ass than her, though she rather doubts it and if texas did then why not do the same to lappland--
anyway, she's a mess. but she's laughing about it even as w nearly kicks her, her claw finishes up that little 'L' with a vengeful slice into bare skin as she moves over w further. ]
That hypothetical 'someone' won't be half as good as me, or a fraction as bad. Admit it, you know it. [ okay, so she hasn't met a fraction of the guests here in the resort but she'll be the first to try to out-freak them all. ] Why, if you want to we can go and spin that roulette again and try to get a dildo for me. The biggest, fattest, knottiest one they might have. [ honestly, when there are no lose slots exactly on that roulette, isn't it all gain and no pain? even if she actually did land on that fleshlight maybe even she'd try to fuck it or grind it on w.
but for now she wants to do just that, as she positions them together so she could thrust against w, pussy-to-pussy. her grip on w's ass shifting to pull at her tail with a savage yank, her other hand going to grope roughly at a breast, pinch and twist hard to a nipple with the deliberate prick of her nails. well it'd felt so good when w tortured hers. it's only polite to return the favor. ]
We can try to do just that after this. [ she's not going to be satisfied with just one nut. ]
[ hell no but did she did promise texas she'd be good. okay, she never actually promised that. she strongly implied that she'd be more amenable than usual. does it matter? no one would or honestly should believe that anyway and she sure as hell isn't doing a good job at it thus far. it's almost like she's just up to the same kind of shit as usual: getting herself into far more trouble than she ought to.
it's not fair that lappland has those beautiful slicing claws. her own nails skitter blunt and bitten across lappland's back, pressure more intimidate than harmful. she'll turn her face away petulantly at lappland's goading, but her quickened, shallow breathing betrays her. the thought of giving lappland something even bigger to tear her apart with opens a hollow in her gut she's not even sure how to endure.
her cunt is an embarrassing mess by the time lappland claps against it, so wet there's a creamy, unmistakable squelch when their flesh meets. w doesn't cry, but her whole body is seized by a sharp, relieved sob, her chest hopping high in the air just to be seized and tortured, her hips held in urgent, trembling offering when her tail is pulled so hard she sees stars. it still wraps lappland's wrist, that bristled, gnarly appendage of hers, holding her there just as tightly as w's holding on to her elsewhere.
where's her mouth now? forming the word 'please,' to her horror, which under no circumstances can be allowed to escape. she's far too well aware that this is the best she'll ever get it, rutting rough and dirty on some filthy floor, pain lashing through her body in quick, eager spasms, buried in and fucked by pussy so good she can't swallow up all her wretched, needy groans fast enough. it's so good her mouth forms the S and the hiss of that first consonant escapes, her lip buttoning stubbornly after. ]
[ well she'd sure like to see w's attempt at being good, if it includes sticking a bomb in lappland's mouth even if it was a dud. and even if it really turned her on. ... on second thought maybe she was being good after all.
anyway she'd sure felt how tight w was on her tongue and she could sure speculate how even much tighter her other hole might be but, not to worry, she'd go gentle! maybe. just maybe, if w might bite her tongue and ask her to slow down even with a big strap. or maybe crying would turn her on too much, because of course it would, begging and crying could do so much to gain favor with an unhinged beast. ]
Use your words, cogliona. [ her voice a casual snarl as she secures w's tail in her grip, letting the spines of it pierce into her fist, coiling it in her grasp as if it were a leash. ] You sure were demanding that I beg for you after you marched me here like some prisoner. Not that I didn't like it! Isn't it nice to just submit to your better, just like this~
[ maybe she does have an ego, on occasion. or maybe she has a bit of an upper hand after scraping the knife rather more ruthlessly in w's pussy than w did to her, though she'd treated her to that choking. she grinds hard and deliberate to w's cunt, rubbing her clit straight to... ah, she could sure fantasize of either w wetting her at least one more new and novel way in the future, or honestly she'd be far more inclined to do just that to her. she's a wolf after all. a lone wolf with no real territory, but just maybe she'd want to signal dominance and lift her leg over a devil.
one more pinch, then her fingers go to slide against w's mouth, try to pry it open to take ahold of her tongue, her claws near threaten to pierce. she moves w further to the ground, practically in missionary with her firmly on top, a growl in her throat. a mating position if she might get her hands on a cock to fuck with, or even if she doesn't. she likes to fuck either way but, ]
Let me guess, you're a size queen. You're the one who first brought up finding a big, girthy, massive... you want a nice fat wolf dick in you from me, volete questo dall'umile e dignitoso me. Say you do, say 'please knot me signora Lappland' and we'll spin that wheel for it.
But in the meantime you'll have to cum on me like this first. [ with every wet and filthy thrust of her hips to push their clits together, or rather as she tries to fuck hers into w's hole as best she can. she'll mate women just as dirty as she can. ]
[ what's nicer than giving people exactly what they ask for!! and the begging — that was lappland's idea too, the shirking of that blame onto her almost egregious enough for w to open up her mouth to protest as much. too bad all that leaves her mouth are those keening cries that keep rising in pitch the harder lappland rubs into her, the harder she pinches and the nastier her prospects become.
barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...
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fuck it. she's already overheating anyway, liable to ignite all on her own. sarkaz and stupid hot lupo die every second of every day and w has personally witnessed far too many, but nobody's ever had the balls to challenge-not-kiss her. she's lived decades in the same routine of track-hunt-murder and now here's her first unfinished job ever rising up above her. w throws her legs around, one heel clattering to the floor, the other doing its damned job and digging like a knife into lappland's back, scraping down her spine. ]
Dirty bitch.
[ it's less of a condemnation and more of a breathless wheeze as lappland pulls that dripping prop free. there's literally no scent in the air but wolf musk, her nostrils flaring when she catches that impossible whiff of steely, diseased blood, all of it so fucking intoxicating that she has to lamaze through it. she can barely move, like she's pinned by lappland and the sharp ache between her legs altogether. she can't really blame lappland for all the mess made of her tights. ]
You know I'll have to kill you if you try.
[ she'll make it a slow death. a really slow death, enough to span several favors returned, but she definitely needs to be the one to put this wolf down. ]
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the knife can’t cut much of anything, not without effort, but she has enough sharp to her nails to start slicing clawmarks to w’s legs, removing her tights in long cuts and ribbons. she doesn’t have to lick tights clean if she simply shreds them. that’s the kind of flexible thinking the worst ex-famiglia wolf has. anyway she’d prefer to lick bare thighs instead and dips down to do just that as her hands go to spread w’s legs apart. ]
I was your willing partner, tesoro. Surely you can dance and be mine for a round too. You were so kind as to fill two of my holes, even… it’s only fair if I could have at least one of yours as well. [ as for which—her hand holding the slick knife slinks down w’s thigh to grope her ass, give it a nice claw-studded squeeze. the toy knife is generously and filthily dripping with her juices already but well, she doesn’t mind licking w open a little more beforehand or even salivates at the opportunity. ] This one, for instance, I think would make a cute sheath.
How about it?
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mostly because w really wasn't anticipating losing her tights tonight. it's her fault for figuring it wrong, but it's mostly lappland's fault that she doesn't do more to prevent it. that flash of wicked sharp claws is too enticing for her to do much more than watch in dark fascination as nylon gives way to her own pale skin, to the ruined black silk thong beneath them. that won't be putting up much of a fight, it's already practically given up and resigned itself to chokehold her ass in the events of this recent scuffle. thanks for nothing. ]
Ooh? You think this should be fair?! Who the fuck pr— [ those cloyingly-sweet taunts fade off into a shrill squeal as lappland grabs up her handful of ass, but the most humiliating part of it all is how her legs fan open wider, how she can feel wetness escaping the scant string of her thong and beading just beneath her hole. so close to where lappland is, where her mouth is. w rakes her own blunt nails through lappland's mane furiously. her chest is heaving so hard she's practically breaking her own ribs trying to catch her breath. ]
You've got five seconds to lick like you've never tasted pussy this good or I'll cut out that sick tongue of yours for insulting me.
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but she can’t kill a playmate this fun just yet. ]
Ooh, scary. I see someone likes and wants to keep my tongue that badly! [ she extends the length of it to draw a long wet line up w’s thigh towards her cunt—it’s long, canine, obscene and she knows and uses it in the worst way. and, she’s never actually tasted sarkaz pussy. maybe she usually goes for dark haired lupo girls, even as hook-ups.
but she likes trying new meals. she moves to shove w bodily against the wall, still on the ground but just to brace her as she slaps a handful of w’s ass hard, punctuating those claw marks there. ] Don’t rush me while I’m eating, figa. I’m a Siracusan, I like to savor my food. [ just foodie hobo wolf things.
her mouth dips down to neatly bite the black thong off w, clenching it in her teeth so she could just taste the juices from the fabric before she tosses it aside. and now she can spread her pussy nice and open between her black clawed fingers. wetting her lips with her lupine tongue before it goes to lick roughly at w’s clit, lapping there hot and eager before slithering down to enter her proper. inch by inch into her cunt. ]
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[ what a meet-cute, the shadow of that monstrous appendage falling across her thigh, w's widened eyes deadlocked warily upon it. does she even have enough pussy for that thing? the longer it drags across her flesh, the less sure she becomes somehow. obviously she's a sarkaz, she'd never pull any bitch shit like flinch or forfeit, but she is sorely tempted to climb right up the fucking wall the second she makes impact.
she's been hit before, which ought to surprise no one with a mouth like hers. the slap is hard but it's whatever and she'll prove that by defiantly leaning in for more. if all lappland wanted to do tonight was beat on her, she could settle right here on this sticky floor and nap like a sleeping princess at a royal spa.
but the biting, the clawing, the slow rip of her thong through every intimate part of herself — she feels it almost too much. w's teeth are gritting hard, her body involuntarily leaping beneath every long lick, her knees clapping lappland's shoulders every time she so much as senses that tongue twitching. her and her stupid fucking big mouth. it goes to figure that the second she shuts herself up and listens, she hears the one thing she's hoping to bank on. ]
... Savor, yeah. Y-You should savor that shit. Nice and [ hiss ] s-slow.
[ she's probably too tight even for a battering ram of a tongue like that, but she sure is starting to sink against it, her whole face glowing like a lantern. her fingers twitch and flex and pull in lappland's hair, the one smallest modicum of control that she's mostly using to angle lappland's head so she can watch, but even that is beginning to relent beneath that too-hot, too-wet push. ]
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but she does want to taste and savor every inch of this cunt. the growl that comes from her practically like a laugh as she buries her face between w's thighs and her tongue slides into her, long and flexible and sleek. longer than the fake blade but not quite sharp--except for her black claws, which continue to push w's legs apart until she's practically spread like a gymnast. keeping eye contact with her through her fringe of white hair, and then one hand goes back to grip that knife.
she wants to taste and she also wants... well, maybe she wants to put this weapon in both holes. and maybe she'll start with the one her tongue is already in. because she's a pervert and she wants to fuck her cum and blood right into w with the broken tip of the blade. her mad laugh is muffled as she eats and the positioning is going to be tight, and so will that cunt as she works to slide the fake blade in right alongside the thrust of her tongue. ]
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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 — 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 red—
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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and pussy is her favorite meal, and w's tastes exquisite. or honestly taste isn't even her favorite part of the dish. it's the whole experience, licking deep into the wettest and tightest part of her body (well until she might whet her tongue or this knife in that ass), feeling w tremble and clench beautifully down on her tongue. hearing her whine, watching that expression on her face turn increasingly desperate as their eyes lock. she loves it. and all right, she wants to give this pussy a workout and she does, alternating thrusts with her tongue and the knife, the slick slide of both sinking into w one at a time--then both, deep as she can go, with a sudden twist of the fake weapon.
a twist in which she slips her tongue out of w's body entirely, just in case she might cum from it. ]
Ahaha... you taste even better than I imagined, la mia pericolosa puttanella. But I mean it when I say I want to savor this. [ a savage dig of the knife deep in w, to scrape at her insides and--she could speculate, just from knowing where her own g-spot is, maybe what could be a particularly sensitive spot within. well, everyone's different and that includes sarkaz and lupo pussy.
one clawed hand grips w's chin to keep her face turned so she can watch exactly how lappland thrusts the knife inside her, her pace suddenly turning languid and thorough, her ears pricked, ] The taste, sensation, and even how you sound. I've had wet pasta sound like this before, you know! [ a bark of a laugh, because she thinks she's so funny, ] That's how you know it's good pussy! We'll just stir you up inside like this, we can make a mix of my juices and yours deep inside you juuust like this~ [ with a sudden vengeful drag of the broken edge clawing into w, like an extension of her black talons. ]
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she'd still take it any day over that tongue that wriggles into every last nerve she has and makes her body leap and hop helplessly. her muscles are sore just from enduring it this long, her body heavy with ache like she's been in a head on collision. the only thing worse than that is when it's both, when she has to chew her lip to pieces to keep from crying out. all that work and it hurts worse, her pussy too sore and swollen to bear it all and still forced to balloon so abruptly wide she truly isn't sure whether or not she's burst.
it's almost a mercy when the knife twists. her vision goes red and white, her whole body jolting into the air, her cunt squeezing on — no tongue, she realizes with pain so acute it's incomparable to anything that came before it. her hips beg for what won't come in violent, stuttering thrusts, but it's all just a nice display of her abused, upthrust pussy gushing one great big spattering wave of — come? blood? maybe it's just the spit that foul bitch left in her, drooling into her box like that. ]
Ffffuck you.
[ her lips are numb and filthy with blood from every time she's popped her lip. it's tough work to spit it at lappland, but she does manage to drool it thick into her hair, across her pretty cheek. as well she deserves for trying to excise w's g-spot with a broken prop knife; it could really feel like she's accomplishing the task, the way w bleeds slick and probably real blood every time she stabs it at the right angle.
but some insults won't stand. pink spit bubbles at the corners of her lips as she snarls: ]
My pussy's... way better than some fffucking noodles.
[ it's still so hungry, even after this, her lips and clit blood-red with beyond-excruciating need. the dragging is good, she can ride it like a dying whore, furiously scratching an itch that's already bleeding in miserable pursuit of relief. ]
cw bloodplay/body injury i guess
anyway wow. she's being spoiled spoiled. spoiled spoiled spoiled. the nice thing about eating pussy, besides the other hundred reasons why, is that it did actually slake her mouth a little more of those ashes. still, she finds her bastard heart skip several beats seeing w bleed both from mouth and that cumstained and now bloodstained box. her mouth nearly goes dry again. the sheer thirst and the thrill that she could really wound after all with that edge of the broken plastic knife. truly where there's a will there's truly a way. ]
Oh, no question. The only issue is when you're this much tastier a meal, I might just have to eat you every single day.
For hours, even. Every. Single. Day. [ especially if she cums gruesomely like this. it may as well be like blood in the water to a shark, her mouth is watering again until she has to wipe it, then wipe w's straight to her tongue. don't give her treats like this, she'll legitimately go insane. her tail is beating madly; she really has to make an effort to reel her thoughts in from trying to legitimate carve w up somehow, see how deep or real she can truly cut with this completely shitty unsatisfactory weapon.
but this much cutting will do. just maybe. she steals one more kiss with the deliberate slice of her teeth to coax just that much more blood onto her demanding tongue, her moan entirely deranged as that wolf's tongue goes to lick it straight from cuts, straight from w's teeth. well they're both infected. they're both going to die. what a nice game it would be if she could slice w's short or vice versa, just as long as it hurts.
and then she withdraws the knife, dripping disgustingly with the ungodly mix of both their body fluids. she lets a thick drip of it land straight to the loll of her tongue, her eyes fluttering in bliss, a heavy blush rising to her cheeks, ]
I still want one more, la mia bella stronza. Surely you can give me that.
I want one more of your holes. [ as her black claws stroke down to where w drips cum and blood in a trail to her asshole. ]
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.
stop!!!!!!!
and she’s so grossly thirsty she really truly would take any body fluids w would offer to her. unfortunately her tail only wags harder at the very idea of being pissed on; she squeezes her own thighs together with a moan as her breath hitches and her mouth parts in the kiss as if too terribly wanting for it to happen now, instantly. but the gift of this much more bloody saliva is more than enough. ] Ahaha… if I could possibly be so lucky. [ she’s so turned on she could barely think, as her pussy squeezes and yearns for something inside her.
she wants to fuck even more than being fucked, but there’s w’s grip on her preventing her from sinking this knife in her ass. for now maybe. she’s so considerate. that and the idea of w blasting her brains out for trying is just so delicious. ]
I already want it that bad, cagacazzo. I don’t know if I can wait long enough for you to get a weapon if I want to fuck you in the ass this much. [ being entirely truthful, as that grip turns more and more punishing. oh, fine. if the ass really a no-go zone right now she’ll be so kind and not wrestle or choke w into it or force it in, though the idea of that is actually getting tastier by the moment.
but she’s not totally unreasonable, she can totally respect boundaries. all of this absolutely counts as just that. but she wants to fuck sarkaz ass so bad it makes her stupid. she blinks, she licks her lips to savor that much of blood and saliva there, with a harsh shiver. ]
Promise it’ll happen? [ that and. pissing. … don’t say it, because she’d want it…! ]
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?
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but she'll keep that unsaid. ] I might consider it if I could have your ass to myself for one month, but no. Don't take me for that much of a sucker, I might get annoyed. [ ... though, she does want to be the first to get her hands on or tongue in a nice virgin ass. she does want that cherry, she can't lie. whether she wants it bad enough for to be a little personal toilet is another story, as much as she's thirsty to taste sarkaz juice straight from the source like that. this is fun and no doubt w is an intriguing playmate and lappland doesn't exactly have such a proud ego, but she'd still rather take than give that much.
she drops the knife but her hand slinks just to catch a nice handful of that ass again, kneading her claws against flesh nearly catlike, sliding to scratch up to the base of w's tail. ]
Your ass is yours to do as you please, signorina. All I'm saying is I could treat it right. [ ... ] Or wrong, I suppose. [ definitely wrong. but honestly, she's flexible. ] I'd even go gentle for your first time unless you really beg for me to wreck it, or I'll leave it red and clawed up until you're crying. Dealer's choice. [ unless she changes her mind on a dime and decides actually, she'll do what she likes. the other girl is an intriguing playmate and for a split second back there she might even have let her kill her, but--
no, she knew that wasn't going to happen. but it was a fun as hell game to believe and cum to, just then. ]
If you do send a picture, don't disappoint me and make sure to get a nice juicy angle. Maybe of this. [ her black claw, cutting suddenly into skin, two simple thin red lines--an 'L' on one sarkaz butt cheek. just a souvenir. or maybe marking some territory. ]
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This ain't a fucking auction! I set my terms, and it's a one time only offer. Don't come begging at my feet when you end up regretting it.
[ she opens her mouth to say something about handling the merchandise, but even w realizes how dumb a look that would be when she's melting into lappland's kneading hands. she still hasn't even really tried too hard to make it out of this (uncomfortable?) pose. (it's not, she's flexible enough to be perfectly comfortable bent in half.) for good measure, she plants a foot against lappland's shoulder, that red brand across her ankle gleaming as she uses the leverage exclusively to lift her hips for lappland's scratching nails.
her own tail is tucked tight against her body, protectively. ]
I don't trust you and I definitely don't cry. But hey! I sure can prove it. I'll go out there and find someone with the biggest, girthiest, most massive di—
[ heat flares on one of her asscheeks, and oh, w could kill her. texas probably wouldn't even be TOO mad if she explained it with just the right slant, and besides, she's always been better at asking forgiveness than permission. but the foot on lappland's shoulder is pulling her down, not shoving her away, and w's eyes are so dark, her tits so tight and her nipples hardened to aching little buds when she whisper-snarls: ]
You absolute bitch...
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anyway, she's a mess. but she's laughing about it even as w nearly kicks her, her claw finishes up that little 'L' with a vengeful slice into bare skin as she moves over w further. ]
That hypothetical 'someone' won't be half as good as me, or a fraction as bad. Admit it, you know it. [ okay, so she hasn't met a fraction of the guests here in the resort but she'll be the first to try to out-freak them all. ] Why, if you want to we can go and spin that roulette again and try to get a dildo for me. The biggest, fattest, knottiest one they might have. [ honestly, when there are no lose slots exactly on that roulette, isn't it all gain and no pain? even if she actually did land on that fleshlight maybe even she'd try to fuck it or grind it on w.
but for now she wants to do just that, as she positions them together so she could thrust against w, pussy-to-pussy. her grip on w's ass shifting to pull at her tail with a savage yank, her other hand going to grope roughly at a breast, pinch and twist hard to a nipple with the deliberate prick of her nails. well it'd felt so good when w tortured hers. it's only polite to return the favor. ]
We can try to do just that after this. [ she's not going to be satisfied with just one nut. ]
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it's not fair that lappland has those beautiful slicing claws. her own nails skitter blunt and bitten across lappland's back, pressure more intimidate than harmful. she'll turn her face away petulantly at lappland's goading, but her quickened, shallow breathing betrays her. the thought of giving lappland something even bigger to tear her apart with opens a hollow in her gut she's not even sure how to endure.
her cunt is an embarrassing mess by the time lappland claps against it, so wet there's a creamy, unmistakable squelch when their flesh meets. w doesn't cry, but her whole body is seized by a sharp, relieved sob, her chest hopping high in the air just to be seized and tortured, her hips held in urgent, trembling offering when her tail is pulled so hard she sees stars. it still wraps lappland's wrist, that bristled, gnarly appendage of hers, holding her there just as tightly as w's holding on to her elsewhere.
where's her mouth now? forming the word 'please,' to her horror, which under no circumstances can be allowed to escape. she's far too well aware that this is the best she'll ever get it, rutting rough and dirty on some filthy floor, pain lashing through her body in quick, eager spasms, buried in and fucked by pussy so good she can't swallow up all her wretched, needy groans fast enough. it's so good her mouth forms the S and the hiss of that first consonant escapes, her lip buttoning stubbornly after. ]
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anyway she'd sure felt how tight w was on her tongue and she could sure speculate how even much tighter her other hole might be but, not to worry, she'd go gentle! maybe. just maybe, if w might bite her tongue and ask her to slow down even with a big strap. or maybe crying would turn her on too much, because of course it would, begging and crying could do so much to gain favor with an unhinged beast. ]
Use your words, cogliona. [ her voice a casual snarl as she secures w's tail in her grip, letting the spines of it pierce into her fist, coiling it in her grasp as if it were a leash. ] You sure were demanding that I beg for you after you marched me here like some prisoner. Not that I didn't like it! Isn't it nice to just submit to your better, just like this~
[ maybe she does have an ego, on occasion. or maybe she has a bit of an upper hand after scraping the knife rather more ruthlessly in w's pussy than w did to her, though she'd treated her to that choking. she grinds hard and deliberate to w's cunt, rubbing her clit straight to... ah, she could sure fantasize of either w wetting her at least one more new and novel way in the future, or honestly she'd be far more inclined to do just that to her. she's a wolf after all. a lone wolf with no real territory, but just maybe she'd want to signal dominance and lift her leg over a devil.
one more pinch, then her fingers go to slide against w's mouth, try to pry it open to take ahold of her tongue, her claws near threaten to pierce. she moves w further to the ground, practically in missionary with her firmly on top, a growl in her throat. a mating position if she might get her hands on a cock to fuck with, or even if she doesn't. she likes to fuck either way but, ]
Let me guess, you're a size queen. You're the one who first brought up finding a big, girthy, massive... you want a nice fat wolf dick in you from me, volete questo dall'umile e dignitoso me. Say you do, say 'please knot me signora Lappland' and we'll spin that wheel for it.
But in the meantime you'll have to cum on me like this first. [ with every wet and filthy thrust of her hips to push their clits together, or rather as she tries to fuck hers into w's hole as best she can. she'll mate women just as dirty as she can. ]
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barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...