Thinking about Shadow Milk being able to travel through time now and replacing your Fount.
You notice the change in his demeanor almost immediately. Especially in the bedroom.
He’s a lot more forward. A lot more teasing, even a little mean. Puts the both of you in positions that you never would have imagined you or himself in, touches you or guides you to touch him in ways that would normally make him flush and shy away. The shadowy tendrils that were once sparse participants in your bedroom are suddenly more frequent and daring, pushing deeper into you than ever before.
Although unfamiliar, you don’t particularly dislike the changes. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever cum as hard or as often as these past few nights. But you can feel that something is wrong. That emotional connection that you strive for during these intimate moments has been missing, and whenever you try to confront him on the matter, he expertly diverts your attention and worries.
Your Fount suddenly has a penchant for making you beg as well.
He likes it when you beg for more when it’s not enough, beg for him. And he likes it when you’re specific and show him where you want or need him most. It’s humiliating to reduce yourself in such a obscene way, but you think he likes that too. Spread yourself, touch yourself, be vocal— you’re a smart cookie, so he expects you to use your words.
Do you want him here? Do you want to be inside him? How fast? How slow? Shall he push deeper? How badly do you really want this? How badly do you want him? How much do you love him?
In between the intense, bleary, push and pull of heat and pleasure, he says, “You won’t leave me, yes?”
It’s less of a question and more of a statement— after all, he’s already give you your answer. You feel something twist in your stomach at the question, but you can’t tell if it’s your mind or that accursed tentacle squirming around inside you.
As if to emphasize his words, the tendril sinks in deeper, and you cry out and all you can say is “Yes yes yes—“
Your Fount(?) smiles.
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