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Fry Thief

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āYou know, if you asked I’d feed it to you. However. Theft will warrant… retaliation,āž Syx purred, leaning over Harrison, eyes hooded and a dark grin on his lips. When he was close enough to kiss the other, he instead snatched Harrison’s food and dropped back into his chair with a smug grin holding the pilfered food.Ā 

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sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || accepting

āOh, this is a naughty one.āžĀ 

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āI return to Evil Lair to find it dark and quiet. As I’m looking around, a silk cloth gets pulled over my eyes and I’m forced back into the kidnapping chair. Legs spread wide as they start their evil monolog about luring me in and turning the tables on me. To get me back for everything I put them through and describing my future torment in agonizing detail.āž

āCutting open my suit and using the Vibrator of Destruction on my tender flesh. After I’ve become a ruined mess listening to theirĀ promises of more while the device does its work, they push me down and start up the Pummeller, smothering my shouts with their own arousal. I drink them in, it seeming endless, my holes sore and stretched. Only for them to promise worse next time with a properly evil laugh.āž

“Feel free to ride or not ride as many dicks as you’d like lover,” Harrison said playfully, giving Syx a kiss on the cheek.

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āOh yes, this is something that very much does want experimentation,āž Syx waggled his brows and bit his lip as he steepled his fingers, āI have a wonderfully enticingĀ idea involving ropes and stockings that my most willing kidnappee would be puuuuuurfectĀ for.āžĀ 

Dropping his eyes and touching Harrison’s waist softly, he added, āThough I think I’d prefer the first time to be… without pretense or games,āž his cheeks coloring lightly. It had been something he’d been thinking on more and more.

MINE

Syx purred softly, āYour Overlord,āž he stroked his fingers down Harrison’s jaws and softened, pressing their lips together in a butterflyĀ soft kiss and pouring every bit of love he had for this blue man into it, āand just… yours,āž he didn’t have words for what they were, not really, but it was something that could be both sexual and domineering and just soft and sweet and together. He dropped his forehead against Harrison’s and just enjoyed the closeness, āI’m yours. And you’re mine.āž

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Megs = Syx and Bell

šŸ’“: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

Physical intimacyĀ is incredibly important to Megs. Sensuality and touch are an absolutelyĀ essentialĀ part of the bonding experience for them and if needed for any long lasting strong bond. At the same time, they are only comfortable with that level of closeness with people they trust. Quietly laying together and with soft touches and skin contact is something that is very designating of a deep emotional bond to them.Ā 

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Syx wasn’t entirely sure what it was. He’d built something in a half asleep state and so had decided to test it off site. It had seemed innocent at first. A glowing blip that manifested a small cephalopodĀ looking thing. Going closer to examine it had proved that it wasn’t alive… just mass and jelly-like flesh.Ā 

It was when Syx had started to poke it that everything went wrong. It got bigger, sticky tentacles wrapping around him. The more he fought the more grew and wound around his form. As if that wasn’t embarrassingĀ enough the tentacles didn’t seem at all satisfied with just wrapping around him. Syx sucked in a hissing breath as the sticky substance on the tentacles started dissolving his costume.Ā 

He was starting to get serious flashbacks to some of the porn he’d watched… last night… oh god! He’d made a hentai bomb?! FUCK! Why would he not label that?! His cheeks flamed red, why did he do this out in the semi-open if he was going to fall in his own stupid trap?!

Trying to pin his legs together as he was well aware of what was going to happen next, the blue villain let out a soft moan as the gooey tentacle slid along his legs. He’d had way too many fantasies about this to not get aroused. The fact that he was pinned rather helplessly, however, wasn’t nearly as good in reality as it was in fantasy.Ā