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rageofthewolf:

She was so damn horny and needy it was intoxicating. And he thought HE was bad. No, Juliette took the cake with just how much her cunt needed pleasuring and he loved it. He loved touching her and feeling just how wet she was already, how she always wanted more. He was already pulling his clothes off the moment he reached the shower, cock springing out, on full display, leaking precum. He stepped in with her, hands against the shower wall in fists to hold himself back from fucking her right then and there.

“We should get you cleaned up.” He murmured, turning on the the water just slightly. She was touching herself and shit she looked so good trying to quench her own sex like that. “You’re really something else.” He groaned, unable to resist stroking himself in time with her touching herself.

She eyed him as he stripped himself of clothes. Juliette smirked softly. She already had him so worked up he was dripping precum. Deciding she wanted to tease him a little, her hand moved downward until she reached his length. A single finger collected the liquid and popped it into her mouth with a soft hum. He had her caged against the shower wall, and Juliette was dying for him to just touch her already. “What’s the hold up?” She whispered, batting her lashes upward at him.

“I’m a dirty girl.” Juliette nodded as her head fell to the side slightly as the water turned on. “You make me something else. I just can’t help myself.” She murmured as she watched him stroke himself. “Why are we touching ourselves when we could be touching each other?” Juliette frowned as she leaned forward and pushed away his hands. Taking him into her own small hands, she began to pump him slowly. “Are you glad I jumped you in the cells?”

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"I love watching you touch yourself. Mind giving me a show sometime where I can look but I can't touch? I want to see what you look like all alone, frustrated..." His hand trailed downwards against her belly, stopping between her legs. "Watching those fingers of yours disappear between inside. Watching you fuck yourself to thoughts of me." He pushed two digits inside, scissoring her folds apart. She was already so wet. He leaned in against her, biting at her neck as he pumped his fingers inside.

The nastiest sound was coming from that movement alone and he hummed in satisfaction hearing her, feeling her, her soft walls and her arousal collecting all over him. He added a third finger. Pushing her back against the wall and pumping his hand faster against her. His stomach flipped at the thought of her even taking him with how wet she was, so lost in how much of her arousal distracted him, he didn't even notice his own leaking nonstop from his dick.

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rageofthewolf:

“You’re a dirty one aren’t you? You and your little sick games.” He said quietly as his hands traveled down her back, searching for a zipper or something of that sort to slip her out the bunny costume. “The rewards still on then? Mind reminding me what it was?” He was playing dumb and he knew it, but he enjoyed Juliette’s passion, in fact he thrived off it. How badly she fucking wanted it and made him quiver in excitement and he wanted that. Just that. Juliette lost in her own pleasure on his dick, fucking herself with abandon and in her own goddamn world. He didn’t care if she rode him all night but just to see her unravel like that practically drove a whimper out him.

“Oh, you love them.” She said as she rested her hands against his chest as she arched her back for him as he searched for a method of getting her out of the costume. “Me, completely bare, sitting atop of your thick cock, rocking back and forth as I make you watch me come undone above you. Me riding you until my walls clench around your cock and we both cum so hard we think we can’t go anymore, but we will, baby.” Juliette whispered as she got closer to him. Her eyes locked on his own as she licked over her lips as a small sigh as she curled her hand around the base of his neck. “Now, let’s go get warmed up in the shower, and then we’ll get to the bed, and any other surface you desire.” She whispered as she hitched a leg over his hip before using it as leverage to pull herself up into his arms.

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"Yeah, I do." He growled. He couldn't help himself. She spoke his language and it set him off every. damn. time. "That better be a promise." He grunted as he lifted her against him. "All night long, and if I pass out you have my permission to slap me awake and we'll go at it again. You're insatiable, you are. And the moment I can't go again i'll be using my fingers, fucking you sore. Or my mouth. Until you're covering your own sheets with your arousal. Until you're such a wet fucking wreck your cunt's aching to be filled again, and again, and again cause it's just not used to being so satisfied."

He couldn't control himself. He was carrying her indoors, towards her room and to to the shower but he was practically in a daze with how focused he was on describing to her just how exactly the night's events would transpire. As if he was already there. And the thought of it alone made his pants incredibly tight.

He laid her into the tub when he arrived into her bathroom, leaning against the tub's edge. "We going to get ourselves clean only to dirty ourselves up again?"

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rageofthewolf:

His hand continued to ghost along her skin, constantly busying itself with tender touches and tucking stray strands of hair. He inched closer to her, placing an arm about her. “I don’t understand what you’re saying,” He admitted. “But I like when you speak it. Especially when you’re cursing.” A devious grin crossed his features as his hand slipped beneath the covers, traveling along her belly. “I think I want to hear that again.”

“I’m sorry,” she said as her eyes slipped shut again. “I forget sometimes to speak English. Usually it’s when I’m too distracted to remember to translate my head before I speak.” She looked over at Fred, telling herself she could blame the look in her eyes on her headache if he said anything to her. “Again? That’s…I didn’t screw everything up?” She searched over his face before turning to face him a bit more. “You still want to stay here?”

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He stared at her blankly, hand that had been caressing her skin stilling. "What?" He asked, brows furrowing. What was she talking about screwing everything up? Screw what up, exactly? "I wouldn't be here if you did." He said slowly, confused. He wasn't quite sure what she meant. Hesitant to ask more he simply grew quiet. "I want to stay. I'm not going anywhere."

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rageofthewolf:

“Yeah, I do.” He growled. He couldn’t help himself. She spoke his language and it set him off every. damn. time. “That better be a promise.” He grunted as he lifted her against him. “All night long, and if I pass out you have my permission to slap me awake and we’ll go at it again. You’re insatiable, you are. And the moment I can’t go again i’ll be using my fingers, fucking you sore. Or my mouth. Until you’re covering your own sheets with your arousal. Until you’re such a wet fucking wreck your cunt’s aching to be filled again, and again, and again cause it’s just not used to being so satisfied.”

He couldn’t control himself. He was carrying her indoors, towards her room and to to the shower but he was practically in a daze with how focused he was on describing to her just how exactly the night’s events would transpire. As if he was already there. And the thought of it alone made his pants incredibly tight.

He laid her into the tub when he arrived into her bathroom, leaning against the tub’s edge. “We going to get ourselves clean only to dirty ourselves up again?”

“Want me to swear?” Juliette cooed as she smirked as he gripped her body and lifted her from the group. Her legs wrapped around his torso as she growled softly and buried her face against his neck as she bit and sucked harshly at the skin. “Until we see the sun, we don’t stop.” Juliette agreed softly as she nearly moaned just at his description of it all. “You’re going to fuck me senseless. I want you too. I want you to fuck me with your mouth, fingers, and cock in every position fathomable until I can’t even remember my own name, and can only praise your’s.” She whispered as she took his hand and put it on her already throbbing cunt. “Do you see what you do to me? Make me soaking wet like a little slut. This is your fault, and you’re going to make sure I get my fix.”

Juliette said as she let him whisk them through the entire house and into the bathroom. When he set her down, she smirked softly. “I’m not going to be able to make it into the shower after all of this. So, yes, I want you to take me up against my shower walls and then carry me into my bedroom so I can ride you like I promised. Now, am I going to have to do this myself, or are you going to get in here?” Juliette asked as she let her own hand begin to rub over her sex as she lifted a brow.

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"We should get you cleaned up." He murmured, turning on the the water just slightly. She was touching herself and shit she looked so good trying to quench her own sex like that. "You're really something else." He groaned, unable to resist stroking himself in time with her touching herself.

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He darted after her in a rush, following her out into the yard dodging past furniture, plants, and lawn items to try and reach her. She was fast, faster than him, actually. He reached out to swipe at her when he just about caught up to her, aiming to try and get a hold of her but only catching that fluffy tail of hers, ripping it clean off. “Oops.” He stopped pursuing to look at the tail in hand. “I don’t think this was apart of the game, was it?” He scrunched up his nose at her, holding up the tail for her to see.

“Looks like I caught part of you. Or, the tail at least. We can get one of those witches to magic it back on.”

Juliette pouted some as she stopped to look at him holding her tail. “No.” She frowned softly as she took another step towards him before looking to from the tail to his eyes. “But, I suppose you did catch me in a sense, so.” The woman trailed softly as she stepped closer to him. Her eyes lingered on his own for a moment before she tossed the tail away. “I have more interesting costumes than this. Besides, who am I to make you wait for your prize?” The brunette hummed softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck slowly and looked up to him.

“I feel so small.” She smirked softly as she looked up to him.

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"You're a dirty one aren't you? You and your little sick games." He said quietly as his hands traveled down her back, searching for a zipper or something of that sort to slip her out the bunny costume. "The rewards still on then? Mind reminding me what it was?" He was playing dumb and he knew it, but he enjoyed Juliette's passion, in fact he thrived off it. How badly she fucking wanted it and made him quiver in excitement and he wanted that. Just that. Juliette lost in her own pleasure on his dick, fucking herself with abandon and in her own goddamn world. He didn't care if she rode him all night but just to see her unravel like that practically drove a whimper out him.

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mistress-belle-h:

His voice caused her to look over, trying to read his face for any sort of regret or shame for waking up next to her. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew that he could have the pick of this place if he wanted. There were others here who were much more sexual and probably better in bed than her. But then his fingers were against her shoulder, his eyes kind as he looked at her. She couldn’t help but smile softly at him. “Je ne voulais pas te réveiller,” she said quietly. She hadn’t realized she had slipped into French. “Ou pour que tout cela se produise. Je suis sûr qu'il y avait quelqu'un de mieux que vous auriez plutôt partagé votre lit avec hier soir.”

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levicxllins:

Levi glared slightly at the man. “You only shut me up momentarily, idiot.” He grumbled, eyes scanning over the man slowly. It still didn’t make sense to him, still to this day he felt kisses meant something more. And he didn’t know how to describe that. “Yeah, well you’re not tolerable at all so fuck off. What– do you need anything else or are you going to sit there and stare at me all day?”

“Don’t I fucking know it?” Fred muttered, crossing to the door and slamming it behind him. The keys were in the lock before he even passed a glance in Levi’s direction. “I’m watching you.” It wasn’t a threat, and it wasn’t an caution either. It was fact. Fred had his eye on him, in more ways than one, and he wasn’t going to take his eye off Levi for as long as he was around and in his cell.

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mistress-belle-h:

Belle’s head felt like it was going to explode. Everything hurt, more so than it normally did in the morning. She groaned as she turned in the bed, fumbling to see if her potion was there on the nightstand. It wasn’t and she could feel herself get into even more pain. She cast a spell for the potion to come to her bed, flipping back onto her stomach. It was then she realized she wasn’t alone in the bed. That alone caused her eyes to open. “Merde,” she said softly. It was Fred. Fred who had become one of her friends over the past few days. The man currently staying with her. Who she found herself relaxed around more than she thought she would. It was clear they had sex. She had no clothes on and Fred had no shirt. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. She kept muttering expletives in French under her breath, hitting her head against the pillows.

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He was passed out cold. The moment he hit her sheets, hell the moment they finished he was gone. On a soft mattress with beautiful, fresh sheets, Belle in his arms, it didn’t take long for him to pass out. He slept like a baby. The action of her hitting her head against the pillows stirred him awake, causing him to roll over closer to her. Groggy-eyed and squinting he stared, watching her. “What’d that pillow ever do to you?” He murmured, on the verge of falling back asleep. He reached over to brush strands of her hair back, fingers lingering against her her shoulder. “There’s that beautiful French again.”

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mistress-belle-h:

She smiled brightly at him, nodding her head before getting off her tip toes to stand in front of him. “I am very sweet. That’s a good observation.” His next words made her fake gasp, putting her hand over her heart. “I’m appalled that you think I couldn’t handle you. I hurt my finger by poking your chest because my finger isn’t meant to hit something hard. More intimate parts were made for things so there. I’d be just fine. Sore maybe but there’s a difference when it’s a good kind of sore which that would be.”

“Really? Then do you want to test it out? See whether you’re equipped to take something...hard.” He enjoyed toying with her like this, but he was enjoying the direction this conversation was taking even more.

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mistress-tatia:

A small thrill raced through Tatia as Fredrik eased his way down her body, lips just brushing along her covered core. He didn’t bother even removing the fabric separating them. Instead he tasted her through it, holding her closer and molding his mouth against it.

Tilting her hips upwards, Tatia removed her hand and rubbed herself against Fredrik, a soft gasp escaping from her painted lips as she pressed his head closer. “Good boy.” She cooed, smirking arrogantly. He had obeyed so easily, and without a fight, she was sure she had won this round.

Winding her fingers tightly through Fredrik’s hair, Tatia yanked his head back, giving her enough space to push the panties down– until they fell soundlessly around her ankles. “What are you waiting for?” Arching an eyebrow, Tatia pet her fingers more gently through the guard’s hair, now. Her sharp nails just scratching against his scalp.

“Make me want it, or I’ll make you watch as I fuck myself, for you.”

Here was a woman who controlled her own pleasure like a sergeant commanding his troops. Here was a woman who not only knew what she wanted but knew how to get it. And it was her with her legs spread, wide and inviting with that look on her face like he wouldn’t-- no, that he couldn’t say no...all of that drove him wild. Made him feel like hot blood was pumping everywhere in his body and hammering away only to pool between his legs. Stiff, and hard. Straining against the material of his pants. All because of her. She was so fucking sexy. She was so, so sexy and he didn’t protest. Even when she yanked his head back, when she began scratching his scalp. His gaze was hooded with lust and if that made him a beggar, so be it. He needed her. Bad.

“You can fuck yourself.” He murmured, lowly, distracted by her pussy and her exposed lips, how good she looked. His lips pressed against her, hands against her inner thigh to spread her apart. He lapped at her, tasting her, along her outer lips and against her clit before sucking at that bundle of nerves. His tongue ran heavy against her clit, teasing, toying. “You can fuck yourself but it won’t be as good as me. Two’s always better than one.” He said with a lopsided grin, juices smeared across his lips.

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mistress-belle-h:

“I am not! I swear! Just maybe a little drunk.” She chuckled before poking him in the chest. “I am very short which makes you tall to me and that’s all that matters.” She shook her hand. “Oww. That hurt. You’re like, solid muscle. That’s crazy.” She poked him again. “You’re pretty though. Why don’t you think you are? That’s not good. We need to change that.” She cupped his face with her hands. “You’re pretty. And you’re tall.”

“I’m pretty.” He repeated, smiling like a damn fool. “You’re a sweetheart.” He couldn’t take her seriously with her standing there, cupping his cheeks calling him pretty and tall. He snorted suddenly, remembering her comment on his muscles just moments ago. “You’re hurt just by touching me? Good thing we aren’t intimate, then. Think you’d be hurting a lot more and in a lot other ways. You’re very small.”

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