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I fucking will. I'll take it all away in a fucking second if I don't hear that mouth.
[ texas isn't the only one who can growl, and sure, her own rumbling little threat is hardly a contender in terms of volume and presence. it's barely even voluntary; watching texas swallow up her fingers and leak steamy hot fluids into her palm with every thrust has turned her throat thick with renewed and reinvigorated arousal, her chest heaving with the effort that it takes to breathe through the ache. texas should really always be this beautiful — she should forever get no farther away than the very tip of w's fingers. ]
'Thank you, W, for pounding this pussy so good.'
[ she'll even help! in that teasing, silkenly-purred sing-song, the same sort she might have used to taunt texas and her team from the rooftops back in the day. let texas remember, make it impossible for her to forget exactly who it is twisting her fingers deeper and deeper with every hard tug on her hips, who it is she's pleading for more from. maybe w's got her suspicions all wrong and texas is like this for everybody who pokes her down here, but that shit won't be happening on her time anyway. this is her week to not only use texas, but make this part of her all her very own.
fuck pretending or being shy about it. w serves her strokes she'll feel all week and spares a few torturously elusive licks to her clit until it twitches right against her tongue. all this need is doing something to her, settling over her in a fevered haze, her face on fire as she purrs: ]
Fuck, courier, you're so fucking hot inside. I think you're gonna melt right here in the fucking palm of my hand. Might as well beg me to ruin you right now.
[ she's still got so many fingers left, still has this wide open mouth waiting. and she doesn't even care if texas crashes into her face so violently that she can't breathe until her lancing fingers send her rocking back again, it's a point of pride when the lower half of her face comes away wet and warm, when she knows it's probably an awful misery to lose the sweet but fleeting suction of her lips. the one thing w definitely isn't shy about is getting filthy in any regard, and if texas has still got an eye on her (which she should, w's not waggling her tongue until it aches for nothing), she'll even see her delighting in it. ]
(if texas was like this for any girl there, she honestly might have sooner wanted to die than keep going. so, this was different. most of the time she wasn't that wolf who would, she was however hard to get down by others from her own desire to not let another person get on top if she could help that. well. that and she naturally did take the lead often, but she's having to keep those pretty sounds going. raw, low rumbling sounds. growls, heat is welling up in her stomach, like knots tightening up ready to burst the longer this goes on. ugh, did she have to say that? she does have her pride, but on the other hand? she might lose her mind if it stops.
which means she has to keep going. keep going cellinia, paybacks a bitch and all that jazz if she gets pushed hard enough to do that. another time, anyway. it's her that made the bet, her loss. she can manage that. though it's not going to sound cute, she can put it in her own words and somehow the idea she might wind up cussing like a sailor was not on her list of things that texas expected from her stay. the company she keeps really is full of bad influences for someone that doesn't swear all filthy (only two, but you get the idea) in a normal day by day case for her.)
Thank....you for fucking me so hard I can barely think about anything but your fingers inside of me.
(she recognized that tone, exusiai really wanted to teach her a lesson. texas wasn't about to let that happen. to texas she knew taunting could go south if they fell for any provocation their way. they're still couriers. not a military group, but the emperor ran the girls like a familiga of his own. without the bullshit of one. she's running hot and at a point she's going to all but lose her mind more if this stops. the more she pumps those fingers hard and licks teasingly, the more texas moans like a bitch in heat. lucky them that nobody else in the resort got to see her looking this "pretty" on the floor. all spread like a meal and hungering borderline feral desire. her hips are rutting along near frantic, trying to in that rough grip.
maybe failing, maybe not, but that frantic and desperate attempt at it is not stopping. as thought, she's got her eyes on w, those amber eyes full of something wild. how can texas hide she has a side of herself like this? she just can. she's good at it, that wildside is something she hardly has let anyone else see. the only person that has....well, there's a reason why she wants more of it. she's lethal when texas lets it out in a fight, more than that.
and maybe she thinks to herself w being lit up like the best worst thing in her life has some manner of appeal. she's attractive, texas can say that. she wouldn't have made that bet if she wasn't feeling it, she's picky when it comes to who can touch her whenever she doesn't know them too well.)
Then fucking ruin me, come on....
(fine, try and ruin her, w. texas can't say she would hate to see her try. that might take a bit, but that's the thing with texas. she never makes doing that easy any other time after someone gets a taste of something from her.)
[ it's a start. texas definitely doesn't have w's say-absolutely-anything-to-get-a-reaction philosophy on dirty talk and talk in general, but w's used to guiding greenhorns up the ranks. she's done it with w squad, she'll do it right here buried in texas's cunt too. just a little practical application of positive reinforcement she thinks and they'll be well on their way. ]
This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]
(honestly, she might have kicked her if she said anything too out of pocket. but that's just texas. she's always like that, nobody is safe from her almost giving them an ass kicking for some manner of commentary. not her friends (well, the emperor is safe with sora) or anyone else that made that mistake to cause her to grab them by the ear and leave. exusiai is living proof that someone can sound dumb enough to make texas of all people react in what she does, or what she says, since cellinia has done this to her often. more than most would give her credit for.)
Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
[ well now that's a question w doesn't even have to answer, save for the dark little giggle it rouses from her in the first place. there's no mistaking the way that w eyes her, even from this low, nearly-prone angle: there's trouble enough for far more than a week in that gaze, a deep thrill that shows no signs of overstaying its welcome. she's only just begun, after all; if this is to become a nightmare, there's no telling where it'll lead them in the end.
for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]
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[ texas isn't the only one who can growl, and sure, her own rumbling little threat is hardly a contender in terms of volume and presence. it's barely even voluntary; watching texas swallow up her fingers and leak steamy hot fluids into her palm with every thrust has turned her throat thick with renewed and reinvigorated arousal, her chest heaving with the effort that it takes to breathe through the ache. texas should really always be this beautiful — she should forever get no farther away than the very tip of w's fingers. ]
'Thank you, W, for pounding this pussy so good.'
[ she'll even help! in that teasing, silkenly-purred sing-song, the same sort she might have used to taunt texas and her team from the rooftops back in the day. let texas remember, make it impossible for her to forget exactly who it is twisting her fingers deeper and deeper with every hard tug on her hips, who it is she's pleading for more from. maybe w's got her suspicions all wrong and texas is like this for everybody who pokes her down here, but that shit won't be happening on her time anyway. this is her week to not only use texas, but make this part of her all her very own.
fuck pretending or being shy about it. w serves her strokes she'll feel all week and spares a few torturously elusive licks to her clit until it twitches right against her tongue. all this need is doing something to her, settling over her in a fevered haze, her face on fire as she purrs: ]
Fuck, courier, you're so fucking hot inside. I think you're gonna melt right here in the fucking palm of my hand. Might as well beg me to ruin you right now.
[ she's still got so many fingers left, still has this wide open mouth waiting. and she doesn't even care if texas crashes into her face so violently that she can't breathe until her lancing fingers send her rocking back again, it's a point of pride when the lower half of her face comes away wet and warm, when she knows it's probably an awful misery to lose the sweet but fleeting suction of her lips. the one thing w definitely isn't shy about is getting filthy in any regard, and if texas has still got an eye on her (which she should, w's not waggling her tongue until it aches for nothing), she'll even see her delighting in it. ]
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which means she has to keep going. keep going cellinia, paybacks a bitch and all that jazz if she gets pushed hard enough to do that. another time, anyway. it's her that made the bet, her loss. she can manage that. though it's not going to sound cute, she can put it in her own words and somehow the idea she might wind up cussing like a sailor was not on her list of things that texas expected from her stay. the company she keeps really is full of bad influences for someone that doesn't swear all filthy (only two, but you get the idea) in a normal day by day case for her.)
Thank....you for fucking me so hard I can barely think about anything but your fingers inside of me.
(she recognized that tone, exusiai really wanted to teach her a lesson. texas wasn't about to let that happen. to texas she knew taunting could go south if they fell for any provocation their way. they're still couriers. not a military group, but the emperor ran the girls like a familiga of his own. without the bullshit of one. she's running hot and at a point she's going to all but lose her mind more if this stops. the more she pumps those fingers hard and licks teasingly, the more texas moans like a bitch in heat. lucky them that nobody else in the resort got to see her looking this "pretty" on the floor. all spread like a meal and hungering borderline feral desire. her hips are rutting along near frantic, trying to in that rough grip.
maybe failing, maybe not, but that frantic and desperate attempt at it is not stopping. as thought, she's got her eyes on w, those amber eyes full of something wild. how can texas hide she has a side of herself like this? she just can. she's good at it, that wildside is something she hardly has let anyone else see. the only person that has....well, there's a reason why she wants more of it. she's lethal when texas lets it out in a fight, more than that.
and maybe she thinks to herself w being lit up like the best worst thing in her life has some manner of appeal. she's attractive, texas can say that. she wouldn't have made that bet if she wasn't feeling it, she's picky when it comes to who can touch her whenever she doesn't know them too well.)
Then fucking ruin me, come on....
(fine, try and ruin her, w. texas can't say she would hate to see her try. that might take a bit, but that's the thing with texas. she never makes doing that easy any other time after someone gets a taste of something from her.)
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This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]
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Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
she'll definitely not be forgetting this.)
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for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]