Words cannot explain how much I love this creep (affectionate)…
If it isn’t painfully obvious already, I really love The Art Shop and its characters. I’m going into a healthcare program soon, and I’m very nervous about it. The only moment of respite I have from my anxiety is drawing these characters, weirdly enough lol.
Thank you again to you for being so involved with fandom and to Surrtasm for creating this game! I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed being part of a fandom this much.
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE LOOKS SO AGHHHHHHHHHH YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO FUCKING GOODDJDDHHS
I’m so happy that the characters bring you peace in some way! <3 I absolutely love being involved in the fandom, and it’s amazing seeing it grow everyday! AUGH THE ART IS AO GOOD
wait so you & surrtasm said the dirigent knows the boss from different games.. meaning he probably won’t be in this one or appear but won’t be a romantic love interest right.. so that meaning will there be a different game in the future?? For the dirigents lore or on the 4th day of the art shop will we get to meet him and know his lore ?
Yes, there will be a different game in the future. But it won’t be for a while.
The Narrator will only show up for only one day in TAS. But I won’t say what day exactly.
How would the Lis react to being slapped after a very heated argument? (& Mc is obviously very agitated)
Reficoul would be into it. Gives you this wide smile while licking his lips and inching closer to you.
Hate fucking at its finest.
Lialeb would be irritated and even livid that you even slapped her. She’ll get really mad that she would slap you back. But immediately regret it and apologize.
The Boss would tie you up. He has to show you who’s in charge, after all. (I kid you not, when Surrtasm told me this I nutted so hard.)
Warnings: Tentacle fucking, overstimulation, edging, grinding, mentions of squirting, hard climax, slight bondage from the boss, cumming, deep throating a tentacle, boob play, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, the boss cumming on himself, your juices, slight making out, mentions of the boss's real name.
A/N: i honestly don't like how this turned out, but wtv. I still write fan fics.
“Aren’t they perfect?”
The Boss could only press his lips together in a thin line as he watched him start to caress your arm slowly, and gently wrap his fingers around your throat. “Same hair, same eyes, same skin. Same everything. It’s the exact copy of the original.” The Narrator coos, and he can’t help but grasp your jaw between his thumb and finger, forcing you to turn your head to look away from the boss and look at him instead. His smile is full of mockery, yet tauntingly sweet as he makes you look back at the poor male who is tied up and forced to watch this. “Why don’t you talk to them? Tell them how you feel, A&%$#.” He hums and places his hands on your shoulders from behind, his head tilted slightly. The boss didn’t respond, he just frowned deeper and struggled from the restraints on the chair. You really did look perfect up close, but because of how little power he has compared to him, he can’t do anything but watch. But his silence satisfied him enough that he started pressing his body against yours from behind, and very slowly trailed his hands from your waist, all the way to your breasts, where he started massaging them slowly and pinching your nipples between his fingers through your shirt, making you whimper. That singular sound coming from your lips had instantly made the poor boss flinch and feel his pants tightening just a little.
And he noticed.
His smile widened, and he twisted your nipples a few more times before using his long nails to rip the fabric right between your breasts, exposing your skin to the boss. “Why don’t you show a little more skin, dear? He must be dying to see more of you.” He tore your shirt in half until it was practically dangling off your body, before reaching down and messing with the few buttons that kept your pants together. The Narrator’s eyes flickered back to the Boss, and drank in his reactions. Restraint anger, a bit squirmish, even a little turned on. The exact reactions that he was hoping to get. In one fluid motion, he practically rips your pants off and wraps your limbs with something slimy and thick. You felt it tighten around your wrists and ankles until it lifted you off the ground and made you hover near the Boss. When you finally looked to see what had gotten you, you froze. Just like how it felt, the slimy item was actually a tentacle. Thick, black binds that only seem to tighten more and more around you by the second. You didn’t have time to process the whole thing before the Narrator trail his fingers from your waist and down to your hips. “Oh my, are you really that turned on by this? What a naughty girl.” He chuckles before dipping his hand lower and dragging a long finger down your slit, the tip of his nail grazing your clit and making you flinch but gasp. You could only watch as he retracts his fingers and carefully studies your juices like it’s the most interesting thing he has seen. He’s spreading his fingers, watching the way it drips down and creates a sticky mess. But finally, he flicks his gaze back at you, and smirks. “You love making messes, don’t you?”
That’s when you felt more tentacles start to wrap themselves around your body, until some circled around your breasts, others tangled around your thighs, and one of them was inching closer and closer to your pussy, making you clench around nothing. The Narrator placed a careful hand on the chair behind the boss, and cocked his head to the side as he admired the sight before him. “Maybe I can see what you see in this…person.” He hums to himself. Without any warning, you felt the tip of the tentacle stroking your clit with care, yet impatiently, making you buck your hips against it and let out a loud whimper. Thanks to the slimy, wet and hot texture of the limb, it created this delicious friction that was close to making you see stars. And the Narrator was enjoying every single second of it. The mere adrenaline of being close to fucking you, and seeing the poor boss’s expression had made his sickenedly sweet smile widen even further, like he was smiling ear to ear. And finally, when he slowed down his small strokes and watched as your body relaxed, he dived in. Without giving you time to process anything else, he inserts the tip of the tentacle right into your awaiting pussy, the mere thickness of it being enough to stretch you wide, and making you moan loudly at the intrusion. As much as it caught you off guard, you didn’t necessarily hate it. Actually, you loved this. It felt warm, thick, and very wet, like an actual dick being inside you, and it made you roll your eyes back.
You didn’t realize that the Narrator felt it too. A shutter went down his spine, and shakily sighed as he started moving the tentacle at an agonizing slow pace, stretching your walls slowly, and dragging it across your walls in a way that made you twitch and tremble. And the boss. The poor, helpless boss has to watch as his person gets thoroughly used, the bulge on your stomach growing bigger and showing the outline of the tentacle.
As much as he was pissed as hell that he wasn’t the one giving you pleasure, a guilty part of him was actually finding pleasure in all this. Yeah, he's not doing this to you, but seeing you moaning and dangling in the air had made the dent in his pants tighten, and his eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to compose himself. He knew that if he watched more, he would grow more agitated and hot, making his boner throb and his heart beat quicken inside his chest. With his teeth chewing on his bottom lip, he turned his head away and held back the urge to demand release. The narrator saw this and paused, his smile seemingly staying in place. He wasn’t expecting him to look away yet, the show was just getting started. For once, since this entire ordeal happened, his smile dropped, and he sighed, like his reaction was a mere inconvenience rather than concerning. “Are you already looking away? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He stepped behind the Boss and leaned down to whisper softly in his ear.
“Would you prefer that I go faster? Entice some…interesting noises from them?”
The boss didn’t respond, but that was enough for him. With a smirk, he turned his gaze back at you, and increased the thrust from shallow and deep, to rough and fast, making your body jolt and moan loudly in the air, your thighs trembling violently as you felt the tentacle repeatedly hit the g-spot that was making your orgasm come faster. The boss heard this, and he froze, his eyes opening widely as he glanced back at you. All he could see was your dangling body being fucked throughly, the bulge on your stomach disappearing and reappearing every second because of how fast he was going, and that made him swallow audibly. Still, he continued looking away, the bulge in his pants getting bigger and tighter. But suddenly, he felt a pair of hands grab each side of his head and force him to turn directly to you, his yellow gaze tracing every curve and sweat on your body, and the way your juices seem to squirt around the tentacle.
As much as he hates to admit it, you looked attractive. Hot, even. And he feels embarrassed that he admitted that mentally.
“That’s better. Don’t they look beautiful like this? Under my mercy?”
The boss tried squirming his head away from his grasp, but that just made the narrator hold tighter, his fingers tightening around his scalp. But something was missing. Something that just wasn’t sitting right with him. And then it hit him. Without looking away from you, he watched as your eyes flicked up from between your legs and stared at the new tentacle that was slowly approaching you. You were too fucked out to register what he was even doing. It felt so good, so right. If you could feel like this for hours, you could. You continued watching as the tentacle slowly wrapped itself around your body, and used the tip of it to stroke your bottom lip and coax you to open your mouth, to which you did. That just made the Narrator chuckle under his breath, and without wasting a second, rubs your tongue with his tentacle, and inserts at least half of it inside your warm, inviting mouth, making you slightly gag and drool around the slimy limb. And just like that, the Boss is watching in full view as both your holes were currently getting fucked. Two tentacles moved rapidly inside your cunt and mouth, while the other ones rubbed against your body and massaged your breasts like dough.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that you didn’t register the fact that you were getting fucked right in front of two people. Two people that seem to want the same thing, but for different reasons. The boss could feel his boxer start to get wet and sticky, his pre-cum leaking out steadily and causing a bit of discomfort on his end, but the Narrator was enjoying this with no shame. The fact that he feels both your warm mouth and your gummy walls at the same time makes his body shutter with adrenaline, and it’s only making him go faster and faster. Audibly, he let out a very small gasp when he felt your walls squeezing rhythmically around his tentacle, making him bite his lip and giggle. “Oh my, it seems you are very close. But not yet, I still need you.”
He finally lets go of the Boss, and very slowly starts to retract every tentacle that was attached to you, causing your twitching body to gently fall down on the ground and whimper softly at the loss of contact, and the cold floor cooling your heated, damp body. “B-But…I needed to—“
The Narrator just presses a finger against your lips, and mockingly shushes you like how a teacher would when you are too loud in a library.
“Now now, no need to beg. I’ll give you what you want. Soon.” He circles around your body like a predator, and uses his eyes to trace every curve and skin that he could lay his eyes on, making you feel almost embarrassed and shy. Now that the high was practically gone, you felt exposed and vulnerable in front of these two men, but that just made it more fun in his eyes. “Let me earn your consent, darling,” He kneels down behind you and places his hands on top of your shoulders, his lips near your ear. “Will you allow me to do whatever I want with you? A perfect toy for me to mess with. My loyal doll…” He whispers softly, his teeth almost nipping at your earlobe once more. Just the way he is coaxing you and talking to you in this soft, delicate tone makes the walls that you previously built crumble, your eyebrows softening as a soft blush starts to coat your cheeks. How could you say no to a man like him? With a mischievous glint glowing in his eyes, he watched as you nodded your head, and gave him the consent he had been hoping for. “Good girl. Now, you see the man in front of you?” He shifts his gaze to the boss, and you do the same.
“He’s been dying to meet you. Be a dear and sit on his lap, okay?” He coos.
There was no reason to deny him or refuse his command, so you slowly got up from the ground and took a few tentative steps towards the one person who wanted to see you the most. The boss couldn’t help but stare at you with pure awe, drinking in every feature that defined you, that screams you. Instinctively, he tries to reach out to you, to hold you in his arms and breathe in your scent while he mumbles about how lucky he is to see you. But when he moved his wrists, he failed to remember that he was still tied. He was still bound to the chair, and nothing could make him get out. He swallowed thickly, and watched with furrowed eyebrows as you carefully climbed on his lap and placed your hands near a certain mark in his chest that made his breath hitch. You were so close, so fucking close to him. He can smell your natural scent, the aura that describes you perfectly, and it’s practically heaven for him. He couldn’t help but lean his head down and rest his forehead against yours while sighing softly.
“After so long…” He mumbles, but mainly to himself rather than to you.
But his moment was shattered when he felt someone grab onto his locks and tug them back, making the Boss wince and shoot a glare at the person who did it.
The Narrator.
“Don’t touch them, just let them do their thing.” He smiles and averts his attention back to you, who seemed a bit flustered at the actions from the boss earlier. “You still wanna cum, right? Use his thigh as your next best thing. Show me how desperate you are at releasing.” His words were so vulgar, yet sweet, that you felt a mixture of humiliation and happiness. Mainly because he is letting you cum, you just have to work for it. Which is good enough for you. With your lips pressed together, you held onto the boss’s shoulders and started to slowly rock your hips back and forth to create a certain friction on your clit that made you whimper. The same feeling from before is back, but it felt much stronger and sensitive because of your delayed orgasm, which caused you to move faster after a minute of trying to warm up. Your warm juices started coating the Boss’s pant leg and your hips moving at a much more steady pace. Every time you move, every time you moan near his ear, he tenses up and has to bite his bottom lip tightly to prevent himself from saying anything vulgar.
More specifically, to the most annoying man in this room.
Even so, he can’t help but look back at you, and watch intently as your puffy clit brushed against the fabric of his pants, and your breasts bouncing softly in his line of sight. He felt provoked, and it was working. He bawled his hands into a fist, and lowly groaned as he felt your pussy every now and then grind right against his bulge, making his poor dick jump at the opportunity of touching you. It was torturous, it was evil, and it was definitely making the throb between his legs hurt. And then everything came crashing down, when you suddenly leaned against him and whimpered in his ear, your voice soft and breathless that was enough to send a shiver down the Boss’s spine.
“Please, help me. Hold me, guide me…”
That made his skin jump, and his heart practically trying to escape his chest. This was actually torture. A slow, painful torture that is actively forcing him to sit there while you took pleasure in his thigh.
But the way you asked it. The way you pathetically called out to him as you continued greedily grinding on his thigh had sparked something in him that he didn’t even realize. He finally got the courage to look at you, and kept his gaze strong and hooded. “Come on, dear, keep going. Don’t stop now…” He muttered, keeping his voice low and deep to where only you can hear. Because of what he said, it made tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and caused the movements of your hips to increase desperately. “P-Please, please— I need—“ but you couldn’t finish your sentence because a familiar knot started to form at the pits of your stomach, making your moans increase and your chest turning into a soft shade of red. But before you could release, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your chest and pull you back, making you yelp and fall off his thigh quickly, the loss of yet another orgasm starting to irritate you.
“Not yet, little mouse. I still need you.”
It could have been sweet if he didn’t say it in a condescending tone.
The Narrator then threw you on the bed, and watched as you landed on the soft mattress, Your body bounced for a few moments, before you eventually sat up and covered your sweaty body with the nearest blanket that you could find. While you did that, he looked away from you and looked at the Boss, who seemed to be staring intently at his thigh. His eyes were hooded and half lidded, as he traced the way your pussy formed a wet patch right on his pants, and he felt glad rather than disgusted. You left a mark on him. But his attention was snapped away when he heard the Narrator calling out to him, making him blink slowly and look up.
“Don’t get distracted now. The main course is coming right up, and I’m sure you’ll love this.” He says with this grin that instantly makes the Boss alert and aware. He watched with a skeptical glow in his eyes as the Narrator slowly climbed onto the mattress and started crawling towards you with this wide smirk and hooded eyes. Like a cat who sets their eyes on the prey they want. And honestly, you didn’t know how to react. You feel paralyzed, frozen in place as he climbs between your legs and cups your cheek with one hand, his sharp nail digging into your cheek slightly and dragging it down to create a faint red line. “Don’t worry, my dear…” With the same hand he used to scratch you, he brought it closer and closer to your face before he covered both your eyes with his palm, and slowly pinned you down to where he was now hovering above you. Then you felt something. His sharp nails that were grazing your skin suddenly shrunk to the point that you couldn’t feel them, and some locks of hair falling over and tickling your cheek.
When he finally removed his hands, you noticed what had happened. He still had that signature wide smirk on his face, but this time, what replaced his face was the Boss.
His long locks of hair falling over his face, his deep yellow eyes glaring daggers into your soul. He looked exactly like him. You had to glance over at the chair to see if he was simply switched, that maybe, somehow, he was teleported to you. But no. The Boss was still sitting there, and even he looked shocked at the transformation. Not even shocked, he looked stunned.
That’s when you felt the familiar pressure rubbing against your bare pussy, the friction making you jolt and gasp while your hips instinctively bucked to meet him half away. And it just made the Narrator grin. He pulled his cock right out of his pants and slapped his tip on your clit multiple times before he started nudging it towards your hole. It was clenching and quivering from all the times you’ve been edged, and it only made you more sensitive than before. “That’s it, just let me pleasure you, dear. With the face that you seem to adore so much…” was all he whispered to you before inserting the tip of his cock inside you, and then nudging every inch until he couldn’t see his dick anymore.
The feeling of his length and the girth from his size alone had made you cover your mouth tightly and breathe through your nose. Not because it hurt, but because it felt so overwhelmingly good that you couldn’t help but immediately feel the urge to cum on the spot. He didn’t slam in right away. He didn’t move and started ramming into you like you were the first thing he needed. Instead, he just started gliding his cock across your walls slowly, sawing his hips gently while he held onto your waist with a tight grip. It did feel good, but what felt better was the adrenaline of just owning you. Of just watching you break apart underneath him as he ravages your body like it’s his last meal. And that made his pulse quicken, and his eyes glowing a brighter yellow as he continues grinding on you. The poor boss has to watch with gritted teeth and trembling thighs as he watches basically himself fuck you. Take the only person he cares about from under his nose. Well, technically, it isn’t even you. It’s a perfect copy of you, but he doesn’t care. He closed his thighs together tightly, and watched with furrowed eyebrows as the Narrator continued to gently rock his hips and grind his meaty dick inside you.
But things are just going too slow, aren’t they?
And maybe a little boring. He finally averted his gaze from you to the Boss, who was staring at the scene in front of him intensely. If he looks closely, he can see that his boner is twitching and moving on its own, which just made him feel that he won this fight. “Hey, @#$&*o^¥.” Hearing his real name once more made the male flinch in his seat, and finally tear his gaze from your overwhelmed and sweaty body, to his old friend that was staring at him mockingly. “Do you want a better view?” The Narrator looks back down at you and grabs you by the neck, his fingers now digging into your skin and making breathing a little difficult. But you didn’t fight back. You let him do what he wanted. You watched as he practically manhandled you into a different position. Your body was now facing the boss, and the Narrator was breathing down your neck from behind, the long locks of hair that aren't even his falling over his face and obscuring your vision from both your sides. “Here, my dear friend. The show you’ve always wanted.” The Narrator reaches down to your thighs and spreads them far and wide to where your glistening, abused pussy was out in the open for the Boss to see.
Then in a blink of an eye, he was gone.
You couldn’t see him physically, but you can still feel his rough fingers digging into your thigh and opening you farther and wider to the point that you felt a little embarrassed to be so overly exposed. But that didn’t stop him. His teasing, slow grinds had quickly turned into impatient ones, where you felt his cock pound into you over and over again, making you moan and reach around for anything that you could hold onto. But every time you manage to find where his body is, he’ll slap your hand away and urge you to stay still while he puts on a “show” for the poor, helpless boss.
You didn’t hate it.
Having an audience while getting plunged into over and over again had just made your pussy squirt just a little, and created this sticky, squelching sound that made you whimper every time your ears picked up on the sound. It was to the point that you shamelessly asked for more, bucked your hips down to meet his thrusts, and moaned out his name. Because of the new position and view, the boss watched with wide eyes as your pussy was mercilessly stretched out, your clit puffy from the abuse, and your gummy walls trembling inside you as you tried to accommodate to his size. As much as it was unfair and cruel to be treated like this, he can’t help but find enjoyment in all this. It’s just the way you look right now. Sweating, panting, moaning, asking for more. His dick actually hurts.
You can feel the pressure from your thighs loosen, and a new pressure starting to snake around your breast. His hands had moved and was now groping your boobs and twisting your nipples between his fingers. This time, his body was now noticeable as he had finally removed his invisibility and was now visible to everyone in the room. But he still didn’t stop. Instead, he forcefully turned you around and made you sit on his lap more properly, while his large hands moved from your boobs, to your waist, where he finally looked up at you and playfully smacked your ass, making you yelp.
“Move. You want to cum? Work for it.”
The harshness in his voice, and the command laced in his tone was powerful enough to make you hold onto his shoulders and immediately start bouncing your hips to the speed that you are used to, your juices dripping down his cock while he continued smacking you a couple of times, and digging his fingers into your skin that you were certain it was going to leave bruises. Your brain was foggy at this point, and your senses were through the roof. You had to bury your face into the crook of his neck, and bite down on his collarbone as you tried with all your strength to bring yourself into a shattering climax. “D-Dirigent, I—“
“Call me, ^s$#&*().”
You gasped, and you immediately clamped down on his cock, making the Narrator hiss slightly and look at you with a mocking smile. “Don’t be shy, pet.” He whispered.
And you did. You went all out. You moaned his name, begged for him, said his name like you were praying to a god, and actually kissed him.
To which surprisingly, he returned it.
Your climax was hard, breathless, and overwhelming. It left you shaking and tearing up just a little as you lay slumped on his lap.
With a sigh, the Narrator softly pushed you off him, your heavy body landing on the mattress while he stood up to dust off the remaining clothes he had wore before fucking you. But he still didn’t change back. Instead, he went right over to you, and gently placed his hand on top of your head. “You must be exhausted. Don’t worry, you’ll feel much better soon.” He turned his head towards the boss, like he was making sure he was watching the whole thing. Then with a smile, you disappeared.
His hand was now hovering over nothing, and the only thing you left behind was your scent.
The boss froze, and he actually flinched hard when he realized you were gone. He squirmed and struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. The Narrator slowly walked over to him, and placed his hands behind his back, almost like he was mocking his entire being. Then he noticed it. That big wet patch in the middle of his pants. He sneered, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Did you really cum on yourself? How pathetic.” With the snap of his fingers, the ropes that were binding his wrists disappeared, and he was now left there to slump and stare at the empty space where you were once at. “Come on, my friend. We mustn’t waste time on this any longer.” Was the last thing the narrator says before walking past his shocked state and walking off into the abyss, where he slowly transforms back to who he used to be.
it was quiet in your bedroom, aside from the boss slamming into you like it was his last time fucking you, your back was arched, he had your knees pressed up to your chest, your strangled and hyper pitched moans filling the room as he slammed into you, your abused pussy stretched around him in the most delicious way possible, he shifted slightly his long locs falling over your face as he put your legs over his shoulder instead, drops of sweat rolled down his face, for a moment he looked so whiny, so pathetic while he was destroying your insides, you tugged on some of his locs, he was caught off guard, letting out a shuddering moan, as he groaned, speeding up.
“P-please.. do that again __ Hngh..”
His eyebrows knitted together, his loud groans mixing with your moans in the quiet room. You tugged on them again, only this time it was harder, he let out another strangled moan, his cock basically about to burst inside of you, you spoke this time, your voice had a sweet tone to it but still was whiny, from the way he’s ramming into you.
“Mh.. my sweet boy..I love you so much”
You had to stutter out slightly.. his face flushed hard as he paused for a moment before beginning to absolutely SLAM into you, you let out loud moans, a hot bubbling feeling cooling In your stomach, you were about to cum, so was he.. he rammed into you a few more times, before filling you with his sees, his hips slowing down to a stop as your orgasm came right after his.
It was silent in his office, other than the rhythmic sounds of him ramming into you over and over again. His cock going in and out as he bent you over the desk. The boss would pull out all the way to the tip before ramming back into you roughly, your body jolting with every thrust. His hands were gripping your waist, holding you in place with a tight grip, a grip that was sure to leave bruises.
He wanted this so bad, somehow someway you made it into his world and now he could truly feel you. Feel you spasm around his cock as you moaned, gasped and sobbed. You were taking it like such a good girl as you begged for more of him... He couldn't help but blush as sweat dripped down his forehead.
His tie and coat long forgotten, shirt slightly unbuttoned, his hair down. He didn't care about appearances right now, not when you felt like heaven. A heaven he could never go to up until now. "Hngh- my dear— you feel s'good... So good f'me..." He groaned. The way you tightened around him whenever he hit that sweet spot was making him close his eyes and gasp.
You felt your orgasm approaching, the way he started to hit your g-spot over and over again was pushing you to the edge. You gasped out and he knew you were close. But suddenly he stopped, slipping his cock out as you whined.
"Please-" you gasped out but he suddenly flipped you over on his desk, your back now against the wood as he moved his hands from your waist to your thighs, hoisting them up until they hit your chest, affectively folding you in half and giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt. He smiled as he stared at it before moving to push his tip back in. "So perfect... You're so good f'me, my pet." He slowly pushed back in and enjoyed your whine. "So.." He bottomed out before pulling all the way to his tip. "Good-" he emphasized by ramming back into you. He set his brutal pace once again, it made your body jolt and twitch with each thrust.
He kept going over and over again, getting a perfect view of your face as you fell apart in his hands. His locks falling over your face and creating a curtain around your head as he leans down over you. He wanted the perfect position to see your face as you came around him. "C'mon, cum for me darling-" he groaned as you tightened around him, babbling about how you were about to cum.
All at once you felt your orgasm burst through your body as you basically saw white flash in your vision. He felt your cum around his cock and it made him shiver, his own orgasm approaching. "F-fuck-" He swore, his grip tightening on your thighs. He felt himself about to cum, his yellow eyes that already glowed in the dim room glowing brighter as he built up his climax. Suddenly with a gasp you felt him cum inside you, stuffing his cock deep inside as his hands wrapped around your back, chest against your thighs.
You knew—despite your fucked out mind—that the expression on his face said that this wasn't the last round. He had so much more for you once you caught your breath.
reficoul would be the type for his hips too stutter while pounding inside you as his orgasm hits him, his hips would stutter beautiful before burying his cock deep inside of your abused pussy beautifully, ensuring not a drop of cum gets wasted🤤
this man can eat you out for DAYS, WEEKS, MONTHS he will eat you out like your his only food source, his tongue piercing would roll over your clit in the best way possible making you FERAL for more.
There’s no such thing as vanilla sex when it comes to reficoul, he’s the kinkest guy you would ever know on earth, he’d have your arms tied up and your knees pressed to your chest while he ties your ankles up so you stay folded in half, he’d edge you to see how far you can go, he’d stuff your holes with toys, your mouth ISNT safe either.
reficoul can go for hours, he has impressive stamina, he’d have every single one of your holes abused and filled with cum, and he still wouldn’t feel tired, now imagine if he was in his monster form👀 his face would contort into pleasure thrusting into your throughly used pussy, while a bump keeps forming and disappearing in your stomach.
