I would like to humbly request werewolf Edgeworth and werewolf Phoenix railing a fem reader within an inch of her life. With breeding kink and marking, por favor. I volunteer as vanguard for the knotty boi requests
Pairing: Werewolf!Miles Edgeworth x female reader x Werewolf!Phoenix Wright, some Wrightworth
It's been hours since the dark evening clouds parted, revealing a full moon. For hours, you'd been on your back or on your knees, tossed around and positioned by the two men like a ragdoll. Phoenix and Miles took turns filling up your already spent cunt and your sore mouth, spilling load after load into your welcoming openings.
Velvety patches and crescent marks graced near every inch of your skin where they'd claimed you as their own with their teeth and claws. It served as a reminder to you and anyone else who dared look upon you on nights such as these, when the wolf in them came out. If you told anyone those welts were the doing of Miles Edgeworth, the stoic, gentlemanly prosecutor, they'd laugh at you, call you delusional - yet here you were, with the very man biting your chest hard enough to draw blood then pulling away to let Phoenix taste the coppery flavour from his own lips.
They knew how to put on a show for you, you had to admit. You watched them exchange kisses and bites above you, your mouth working on one man's length while the other pounded into you with ferocity, filling you with his sticky release. It was hard to say how many times they'd switched already, how many times they spilt inside you, how many times you came, and the night was still young. Another release hit you, your eyes rolling back, walls clenching, moaning around the twitching cock in your mouth. You tasted the salty fluid on your tongue at the same time you felt a hot string of liquid coat your inner walls. The two men exchanged a look and nod, switching places for the umpteenth time that night.
It was her third day manning one of these stations. Katell pulled the purple jacket of her basketball player costume tighter around herself as she tried to stay invisible, a much more difficult feat that imaginable.
This one one of the scarier stations she hadn’t been eager to man. The idea of pain was not something Katell was fond of and in fact avoided as often as possible. She hated the idea that a master might take her at any moment and beat her, all for their amusement. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought and her eyes continued to move about, on high alert for threats. They only paused when they landed on the table of refreshments. The issue with trying to disappear was that no one was offering her any food or drink, and she was growing exceptionally thirsty...
But was it worth the risk of being beaten for a drink?
