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Its late, and hot in his room.

Player lies on their bed, panting, sweating, face flushed like a strawberry. He's in heat. First week of spring always sucks, so, so bad.

His gaze lingers on his phone on the bedside table, an old rotary one since new ones never appealed to him. Some relief is what he needs, craves, he'd take anything at this point.

..but what to do?

No idea comes to mind.. well, Player can't even think straight anyways, in his state.

Masturbation doesn't sound all that appealing, he'd rather someone.

But Player needs relief fast.. Its boiling hot, and he CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

...

Player snatches the phone up from its hold to quickly dial a number--Griefer's number. 4 rings, and he picks up:

"H3H? WH4TCHU W4NT, PUNK?" Griefer's voice comes through from the other end. Player's knees almost buckle at the sound of it, and they can feel themselves getting more wet, practically soaking through their pants. Ohh god..

"Uh-" They clear their throat and try to sound presentable. "H-Hi, Griefer."

Player pauses, hesitating before speaking again, clearly reluctant.

"So- so uh- I-I need- need a favor, please.." Player whines softly. They're mortified at the thought of having to- "H3LP W1TH WH4T?" Griefer sounds confused, and slightly concerned. It makes Player swoon even more like he's under a spell.

...

"..PL4Y3R?"

"..I-I'm in.. uh.. heat.. and..." Their voice trails off. This is mortifyingly embarassing. Theres a sharp gasp on the other end, barely audible, but there. Seconds pass then he answers.

"..S0, UH.. Y0UR C4LL1NG M3 F0R-"

"For that, yes, t-that reason." Player sighs. He'd like to avoid saying it, not wanting to be reminded of his predicament. Griefer stutters on the other end, his voice conveying various emotions like embarassment, arousal, and intrigue.

Griefer finally seems to find his voice and chuckles softly. "..J33Z, PUNK. Y0UR P4TH3T1C." His words make Player's knees buckle inwards again and they almost stumble onto the bed.

"..don't.. say that.." Player sighs again, frustrated now. They fumble with the zipper of their pants and eventually gets them off. Their panties are soaked with arousal, and as they run a finger along their slick folds they whine at how wet they are. Like a waterfall.

"...1TS TRU3!" Griefer says in this sing-song voice, like he's teasing, or mocking.

"1 B3T Y0U'D CUM FR0M 0N3 K1SS."

Player scoffs, voice strained as they rub circles on their clit, slowly. "..no- no I wouldn't.."

"1 C0ULD PR0B4BLY US3 0N3 F1NG3R 4ND Y0U'D L0S3 1T."

Player's hand moves faster. "..ggh- Griefer don'tt-"

"..0H, 1'D L0V3 T0 W4TCH Y0U TRY T0 R1D3 M3, TH4T'LL B3 FUN T0 W4TCH." Griefer's voice grows more labored, breathing heavier. 

"...Y'KN0W, 1F 1 W3R3 W1TH Y0U N0W, 1'D T0T4LLY FUCK1NG R41L Y0U F0R B31NG TH1S D4MN N33DY." Player whimpers at his words, slowly sliding a finger inside of themselves, then another. "1 M34N, H0W C0ULD 1 N0T?"

"..ff-fuck, Griefer I-"

"1'D B3ND Y0U 0V3R S0 1 C0ULD S33 TH4T PR3TTY 4SS 0F Y0URS WH1L3 1 M4K3 Y0U SCR34M." Griefer's voice grows more huskier, like he's getting aroused himself. Faint ruffles of fabric is heard from the other end.

Player adds another finger, trying to thrust as deep as they can while whining from how damn good it feels. And Griefer's words are doing.. alot.

"4ND 1'D ST4RT 0FF SL0W, D33P.. 1'D W4NT Y0U T0 B3 C0MF0RT4BL3." Even if he's a total dickhead he's still so nice, he does care.. and that thought makes Player almost lose it. "SP33D UP S0M3 B1T, US3 Y0UR H41R 4S L3V3R4G3."

"...M4YB3 1'D B1T3 Y0U T00, G0 R34LLY D33P T0 M4K3 SUR3 1T ST4YS." ohh godd. "W0ULD Y0U B3 1NT0 TH4T, PUNK?" Griefer's panting now. Player responds with a low whine, nodding. "..mmh- mhm.. yes.. j-just keep- keep talking.."

Player's pants grow louder, more desperate and quick, their thrusts hard and brutal as their palm slaps against their clit. They're so close.. just a little bit more.. 

"1'D L34N D0WN 4ND T3LL Y0U H0W MUCH 1 L0V3 Y0U, PL4Y3R."

Player shudders.

"4ND I'D L0V3 T0 H34R Y0U 4TT3MPT T0 S4Y 1T B4CK." Griefer's voice cracks slightly as he whines.

"..1N TH4T CUT3 L1TTL3 V01C3, WH3R3 1T S0UNDS L1K3 Y0U'D ALM0ST CRY." More whines and whimpers come from him.

"..4H- 1- 1 G0T TH3 PH0N3 C0RD WR4PP3D 4R0UND M3, PR3T3ND1NG 1TS Y0U."

He gasps sharply, breath hitching in his throat. "1- 1 W1SH 1T W4S Y0U.."

Player immediately cums at his words, the bedsheets dampening, his thighs shaking. He bites his wrist to muffle it, and by the sounds on the other line, Griefer seems to have came too.

"..ffuck- I-" Player sits back up, breathless and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He picks up the phone again, voice still shaky and strained. He feels satisfied now. "..Griefer- thank you." They mumble.

"Y0UR W3LC0M3, PUNK." Griefer replies with barely contained laughter. Player raises an eyebrow, and as if Griefer sensed it, he speaks again: "Y0UR JUST R34LLY CUT3 T0D4Y. M4YB3 1'LL C0M3 0V3R F0R R0UND TW0."

"..y-yeah, yeah I'd.. like that."

"TH3N S0 B3 1T, CY4, PUNK."

The line goes dead, Griefer hung up. Player holds the phone with trembling hands, feeling another wave of hot, frustration, bubbling up again.

..I hope Griefer gets here quickly.

And as if on cue.. The doorbell rings.

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Its dark, damp. The woods are not welcoming at night, but nothing was ever welcoming for Artful anyways.

The sounds of coyotes, and distant rustling like somethings following. The cops, maybe. He's been on the run for a good year now, since-

...The incident.

The forest is cold and horrible to navigate, but it reminds him of his own life, somehow. In a way.

A soft growl is heard from afar, then sounds of paw-pads and nails against rock and exposed roots. Artful pauses to listen, and just as he does, the forest falls silent. Not even the sound of wind is heard, just.. total silence. Like the forest itself is scared of something.

He continues to walk on. Maybe a bad idea, or maybe theres nothing to do here anyways.

More footsteps, rapid and approaching, heavy ragged breaths getting closer and closer, a hoarse raspy struggle of breath, or maybe not. Something not human nor animal, is chasing him.

Artful breaks into a sprint but its cut short as he trips over an exposed root and barrels into a tree. The thing that was pursuing him finally catches up and immediately seems to pin him to the tree, snarling and growling. Its breath makes the air reek of raw meat, blood, and decay. It drools all over him.

He turns around, or.. tries to, and opens his eyes slowly to be greeted by Pursuer, whos staring at him with those wide.. unsettling eyes. He'd seen Pursuer before, they'd teamed up before to slaughter civilians. Of course, Artful's one himself, but Pursuer seemed repelled by his makeup. Atleast one good thing comes from his stage look.

Pursuer sniffs him, gnawing at his shirt collar, strands of hair, then licking his face but immediately recoiling in absolute disgust. Its grip on him is firm, claws digging in slightly. But Artful's confused. What does Pursuer want? He knows Pursuer wouldn't eat him, so, what then?

He looks down to find his answer. Oh.

...oh.

Theres a thick, long appendage vaguely resembling a cock, pressing against his thigh. Its green in color, and throbs painfully with any little movement. Its poking out from its prepuce, gradually coming into view more and more as Pursuer starts to grind against Artful's leg with small whines. Maybe trying to ask something, but can't get the words out.

Oh.

I- I've never done this before- what- I-

Pursuer starts to tug at the magicians clothes. Artful stands there, frozen, unsure of what to do. He'd never had sex before, let alone.. even a girlfriend. Pathetic, isn't it? But its slightly concerning his first will be with.. whatever the hell Pursuer is.

Pre-cum drips down his leg, to his knee. His nice dress pants are being ruined now, but he can't bring himself to do anything, too shocked and scared, trying to process it all. Pursuer finally decides to tear away at Artful's clothes, tossing him to the ground but giving him a small soft lick on his neck, the lowest part without any makeup, like a "Sorry" for being so rough.

"Gh-!"

Artful squeaks as his face is pushed into the ground. Luckily this part of the forest is more moss than dirt and rock. But his face is getting damp. Pursuer tries to push itself inside but Artful's too tight. It growls in frustration, pressing against Artful's back to look at him in the eyes. Its skin feels like rock, and something like a hairless cat but more rough. Theres small patches of hair and a thick dewlap against his neck, and the magicians thoughts wander to how the predator even stays warm with no fur.

Pursuer slides one finger inside, hard to get in there, but halfway in, Artful already whines. He feels pathetic now, and a bit violated, but atleast Pursuer's.. trying to be gentle. I suppose.

It watches the magicians face for any sign of discomfort before adding another finger, feeling comfortable enough to thrust a bit faster. Artful's back arches--its already too much.

Suddenly he feels the sensation stop abruptly, then replaced by something hot, wet, sliding in deeper than the monsters fingers could. He whimpers loudly, gripping at the moss of the forest floor for something to hold onto as Pursuer's tongue dives in and out of his ass.

He's already so close, and that fact makes him feel utterly ashamed of himself. He thinks back to the pornos he'd watch and how the guys there lasted longer-

"..gghH- PPpursuer-" He finds himself whispering the beasts name, gripping so hard his knuckles turn white. His head spins as overwhelming pleasure builds up, then-

The feeling is removed. Pursuer withdraws its tongue. Artful gasps sharply, feeling his eyes water at the lack of release. No, please. I- I need it, ple-

Pursuer thrusts inside without any simple warning, and the action immediately sends him over the edge. The already damp moss of the forest floor is now sticky with cum. Pursuer's knot catches at his entrance, unable to go in. Artful can't stretch himself any further, he feels, but somehow Pursuer forces it in. Searing pain shoots through his body and he groans and grits his teeth.

Pursuer pauses to lick Artful's collarbone again, like a cat trying to give comfort, before thrusting erratically like a dog in heat.

"..aahHH-! PURSUER-" He almost yells out. "SLOW- SLOW DOWNNnn-!" But his words fall on death ears, eventually faded out by the sounds of Pursuer's desperate growls and grunts, chasing its own pleasure.

Its too much, too, too much.

Artful starts to sob. The overwhelming waves of pleasure make him cum again, and that makes it worse. He trembles violently, body shuttering with each brutal thrust. Pursuer's teeth clamp down into his collarbone, and it sends more electric jolts through Artful that makes his knees buckle and his throat raw with the noises he's involuntarily making.

Pursuer doesn't stop, not for a second. Its erratic pace never falters, and Artful's stuck in this overwhelming state of complete overstimulation. He cums again, and it starts to hurt. His cock throbs painfully, some of his own cum managing to splatter on his face. It makes him feel dirty.

Just when the discomfort starts to turn to pain, Pursuer slows down, and Artful's pumped full of hot cum. He gasps softly. Pursuer growls in satisfaction. Finally.. Its over..

Pursuer struggles to pull out, but eventually it does, and his seed splurts out from Artful's incredibly abused hole onto the forest floor. Artful shudders again.

Pursuer gives him a reassuring lick to the cheek before it recoils in disgust at the taste of the makeup. Artful feels too tired to protest or do anything, he just wants to be held.. to relax.. and..

Somehow, as if the beast read his mind, Pursuer picks Artful up into a nice hug. Rocky, uneven bumpy skin, yes.. but Pursuer's warm, and.. The magician sort of likes it.

Pursuer starts to purr, rocking back and forth, holding Artful like a prized possession. It makes him feel special, this nice, fluttering feeling that he used to get on stage when his fans cheered for him, back then.

He has a new fan now, I suppose. Artful smiles at the thought and kisses Pursuer on the cheek, before pausing and realizing what he had done. Pursuer licks him in response, no longer recoiling away from the disgust of the makeup, but its face contorts into a grimace that clearly displays its distaste at the magicians makeup. Artful chuckles, yawning, then burying his face into the fatty dewlap Pursuer has around its neck.

Pursuer purrs louder, his whole body rumbling, and they both sit like that, content.

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Griefer walks inside. The sound of muddy boots against Player's floor is heard, and eventually Griefer comes into sight. Player's on the bed still undressed, and Griefer whistles lowly before approaching.

"..H1Y4 PUNK." He snickers, sitting down. His jacket is tosses aside alongside the rest of his clothes as Player gives a trembling nod. "Make it quick please, just get straight to the point."

"WH3R3S TH3 FUN 1N TH4T?" Griefer scoffs. Player sighs. "..I- I'll reward you after, m'kay?" And Griefer perks up at that idea, like a dog. His leaves rustle slightly. "..F1N3."

He makes undressing himself quick, then climbs ontop of Player. His cock is sloppily positioned at Player's slick hole, and pushed inside without any issue. Player whines. The feeling of Griefer's cock is so much better than his own fingers, and it seems to make the heat subside slightly. Griefer groans into Players neck. His tail is lashing, swishing leaves filling the air, and he stays still. Player can feel his dick throbbing inside.

Griefer remains perfectly still.

"..Griefer..? Y-You can.. move, you know.."

He scoffs, slowly starting to move, and immediately whining. "..Y- Y34H, Y34H 1 KN0W."

Griefer moves like a snail, hips rolling back and forth excruciatingly slow. Player groans. "...c'mon.. please, speed up." Griefer sighs and indeed speeds up, but he trembles, like its too much for him.

"..gah- ookay- perfect, thats perfectt.." Player whimpers in satisfaction. Griefer gives a nod, leaning down to bite down on Player's neck, presumably to muffle his own lewd noises. Player starts to sob, not from pain, no, from how damn good it feels. He loves Griefer, he really does, and the fact Griefer's even doing this in the first place, and being so.. sweet about it, is perfect.

The tears seem to turn Griefer on further, as his thrusts grow more harsh. Player whines. His cock is hitting against Player's cervix, rubbing against his g-spot, and he can feel an orgasm rapidly building. Griefer bites down again and it sends Player over the edge but yet, he doesn't stop his movements. The continued stimulation makes Player continue his soft sobs of overstimulation. His clit throbs, and Griefer is grunting and panting as if he's close himself.

And he is. He cums inside, something distinctly smelling like nectar leaking out from Player's hole slowly. Griefer collapses ontop of Player with a soft "Hup!" and he hugs Player.

"...G00D J0B, PUNK." He pants. "..Y0UR CUT3 WH3N Y0U CRY."

What a fucking brat.

Player chuckles. His heat starts to subside, fading away gradually like nice AC on a hot summer day. Griefer chuckles back and starts to kiss all over Player's face, then down to his neck, collarbone, breasts.. Occasionally biting. His green-tipped fingers trace the top-surgery scars under Player's breasts lovingly.

"Y0UR S0.. PR3TTY.." Griefer gasps. His tail is wagging behind him. Player's gaze softens and he smiles involuntarily. "..thank you."

"Can I top you now?" Player's smile turns to a playful grin. Griefer looks up with utter surprise, and disgust..? "..N0."

He scoffs. "H3LL N0, !'M N0T N0 B0TT0M." Griefer scowls but is tail is somehow wagging harder. The venus-flytrap-like feature on the very end of the plant tail opens and closes like a chorus of mouthing "yes"

Player raises and eyebrow, slowly pushing Griefer down. "..please? I want to repay you..." His words make Griefer's harsh gaze soften slightly. His snake-like eyes somehow narrow further. "..1 S41D N0, PUNK. 1'M N0T 4 P4TH3T1C B0TT0M."

Player sighs. They rummage around in their bedside drawer for something as Griefer tries to sit up. Player notices and pushes them back down. "..H3Y, DUD3 1 S41D-"

He pauses as Player's holding rope in their hands. Griefer's mouth hangs agape before he slowly closes it and gulps down the saliva pooling in his mouth. "....UH.. WH4TS TH4T?" He asks with a slight tremble in his voice. Player smiles lovingly.

"Rope!"

And they start to bind Griefer's wrists together. Griefer's eyes widen. "..WH- H3Y WH4T-"

"Is that too tight?" Player asks. The rope is firmly binded around his wrists. He shakes his head slowly after some hesitation. Griefer's mind races. He'd.. like to be topped, but.. Thats pathetic! HIM, being TOPPED?? Ew.

Player lifts Griefer's legs up, pressing his thighs against his chest and binding them together with rope aswell. Griefer scoffs, feeling humiliated.

"..1'LL L3T Y0U D0 TH1S BUT 1'LL C0MPL41N TH3 WH0L3 T1M3." Player snickers at his words. They lean down to take Griefer's cock in their hands, running a finger down its length, then slowly pushing the tip into their mouth.

"..4H-" Griefer sharply gasps. Player takes his erection in deeper, the tip hitting the back of their throat, making Griefer gasp again, louder and sharper.

"...FFUCK, PL4Y3R, Y0UR.. G00D.." He manages to spit out. His hands grip at the sheets.

Player nods and starts to bob their head up and down. Griefer tries to reach out to grab at Player's hair to guide their pace, but the ropes. So instead they grip at the sheets. Player makes soft sounds like soft whines, quick breaths, and small chokes. Tears stream down Player's face as they struggle to take Griefer's length comfortably. "..Y0U 0K4Y PUNK?" Griefer asks, concerned, trying to push away the lewd thoughts of how good it feels to see Player cry like this. Player nods.

They speed up slightly. Griefer's knuckles turn white from how hard they're holding onto the bedsheets, head falling back to let out many embarrassing noises. Player gags harshly, more tears coming out. "..SSHH.. 1TS 0K4Y, Y0U C4N D0 1T..." Griefer pants. "J-JUST 4 B1T M0R3.."

He immediately cums down their throat. Player pulls away and gags violently while cum is painted in thick ropes across their face.

"..GGH.. 4H- Y0U 0K4Y?" Griefer makes an attempt to sit up, to no avail. He's still tied up. Player gives a nod and wipes their face clean with their palm, then licking their palm clean. "..I'm good, love. Just.. bit intense, that was." Player smiles reassuringly, and that smile makes him swoon. He nods. "..0K4Y."

Player takes out a few sex toys. A few notable ones are anal beads and a vibrator. Player scoots closer before slowly pushing the beads inside of Griefer. He whines. "..4H- 1- 1SN'T 0N3 R0UND EN0UGH F0R Y0U?" Griefer pants. Player shakes their head, giving a soft kiss as they shove the beads in harshly. Griefer arches his back.

"..you have been a brat lately."

Griefer pauses, then scoffs. "...1'M RUD3 T0 P30PL3, S0 WH4T?"

Player turns the vibrator on and slowly slides it up and down Griefer's length, at a low setting. He jolts, still sensitive from his earlier orgasm. "..G4H-!! PL4Y3R W41T-"

The setting is turned up higher. Griefer lets out a long, guttural moan, his hips involuntarily bucking forward, desperate for more friction. Player's hand wraps around the base, stroking it in swift, small strokes, while the vibrator circles around his tip. Griefer whines again, its too much.

"..4H- H- H3Y L00K 1- 1'M S0RRY F0R- NGH- F0R- F-" The setting is turned up even higher, and now all he can sputter out are lewd moans and broken stuttering.

He's getting close.. really close..-

The sensations gone. Replaced by nothing. Griefer whines, thrusting his hips forward. "..N0- N0 W41T, C0NT1NU3.." He gasps. Player puts the vibrator back on his cock, but removes it again just as Griefer is about to cum.

"..Y- Y0U PUNK! ST0P!!" He starts to sob. He needs the release, he needs it. "..PL34S3!"

Player repeats their actions maybe 2 more times until finally, the vibrators turned up all the way and pressed firmly down on Griefer's throbbing cock. He cums all over his chest, almost seeing stars from how good it was. Oh, FINALLY.

The vibrators removed after a minute or two. Griefer feels utterly wrecked.. and sore, his wrists are still binded.

Player sits there for a moment before untying Griefer, to which he immediately hugs Player, still sobbing from the intense experience.

"..had fun?" Player giggles. Griefer nods.

"I'll make us some noodles, then." But neither of them get up to move.

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The sun is finally starting to set on paradise, arizona. Its been hot the whole day, now a warm summer breeze sweeps in through your porch. A pepsi in hand--diet to be specific, and your watching the neighbourhood. No one here is really.. societally acceptable in standard terms, everyone here is crazy.. but someone caught your eye.

This tall, pale-skinned ginger guy who always wears glasses and flips everyone off when he walks past them. He has this voice like a creaking door hinge, and he just.. looks pretty. Total.. insane guy, however. The other day he shot his AC and kicked his dog.

..He has a wife but you doubt he really cares about her.

The smell of cigarettes and heavy cologne wafts through the air--its him. You've memorized his scent, something like old mildew, cheap gas station cologne, and gunpowder. And sure enough, there he is, coming out from his beat-up trailer where his wife is yelling at him from inside. You can hear him scoff, lighting up a cigarette.

He stands there with both hands in his coat pockets, looking like he'd kill something.. which your pretty sure he does. You watch, admiring. How is he so captivating for someone like.. him? He's a total asshole, probably schizophrenic, and he beats people up with signs because he feels like it. Didn't he call himself a "Harbringer of death" or some shit like that? And do you care? No, it turns you on further.

Lost in thought, you don't notice his gaze locked onto yours. You can't see his eyes through his sunglasses but you can feel his stare. You jolt back to reality and turn away. Fuck, he noticed-

He's walking over. The cigarette's been tossed aside. He looks pissed, but you can't tell if its directed at you or not. Eventually his form towers over you as your sitting on your chair. You look up, blink slowly, then hesitate before clearing your throat.

"..uh.. hi.."

He tilts his head to the side, eyeing you. "...Your staring at me. I don't like that. You got a problem?" He scoffs. Your minds racing: I do infact have a problem, I get off to your voice everyday. But don't tell him that, thats weird.

..you watch through the windows sometimes, and debate following him as he's out for errands. Its not stalking, just watching.

"..I said, do you have a fucking problem?" His long finger jabs at your chest and your pulled back into reality. You shake your head. "No-! No." And he doesn't seem entirely convinced.

"Look, just tell me, I got shit to do." He sighs. Rather paranoid, isn't he? His wife yells out for him and he slams a fist into your house's siding. "..fucking bitch."

You stare at him for a moment, getting an idea. Its.. a rather wrong one at that, but..

"You seem stressed." You manage to say. He raises an eyebrow. "No shit, sherlock." He sighs louder, pacing around.

"..do you want help with that?"

He pauses, head snapping to look at you, eyes narrowed. "Huh?"

"I- I mean, maybe I could- We could- Uh-" As you stutter his eyebrows gradually raise as he's starting to piece it all together. "..oh."

He stands there awkwardly.

He clears his throat. "...ah, fuck it. Sure. Hell, I needed a little 'vacation' anyways."

He barely even thought about it before just saying "sure"?

You don't have time to ponder it as he kicks your door open. You blink and start to think that this was a bad idea, but.. damn, he's fine.

Your cat hisses and runs away. He stares at its fleeing form for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Where's your bedroom, babe? I wanna get this over with." You point to the room in the far right of the hall and he just walks right in like he owns the place. You blink slowly, then scoff at the absurdity of this. But.. whatever.

"..you comin' or not?" He calls out, impatient. You walk inside and he's already lounging on your bed with his shirt off, and seemingly struggling with his zipper. "..ah, there we go. C'mere, sweetheart."

You slowly sit down, avoiding eye-contact. He notices and snickers, finally unzipping his pants. "Go on."

...

You start to undress aswell. The dude lies back against the pillows with his hands behind his head, watching. "Nice rack, sweetie." He whistles. You stare with a mixture of nervousness and something like arousal. You continue to undress. The dude checks his wrist like he's checking a watch and makes a sarcastic comment. "Hurry up, come on! My grandmother could do this faster than you."

You lie back down onto the bed as he climbs ontop of you. He's skinny and covered in various scars, clearly from bullets and sorts, but also little freckles that are.. really nice to look at.

"You ready, sweetheart? I'll rock yer' world." He positions himself at your entrance. You nod immediately and he slowly pushes inside, letting out a ragged grunt as he bottoms out.

"..holy shit! Your tight.."

The dude pauses to get his composure, then he starts to thrust. You jolt. Ow.. But he doesn't seem to care. He thrusts faster, clearly enjoying himself. His long unkempt hair falls over his face as he leans down to stare at you. "..hm, never knew you were this pretty up close, better than my bitch of a wife." He chuckles. The sound of his voice somehow makes this even more enjoyable.

He lifts your legs up, holstering them up onto his collarbones before pressing you down into a mating press. He gasps and grunts. "..oohh yeahh.. thats good.." The dude continues his rough movements, his balls slap against you harshly, and his breath smells like a mix of beer and cigarettes and something like plastic that you really want to taste.

"..mmh- y-yeah- ah- itt- it is goodd.." You whine especially loud as his cock his deeper against your g-spot. He chuckles. "You sound like a damn dog."

You scoff but.. the thought is nice to think about.

"..ggh-" The dude slows down his pace, panting louder now. "What, you like being dirty? Here, take this then." Your suddenly filled with this hot, warm feeling. Its not cum, more liquid. You gasp. Fuckk thats good. The dude leans down, face buried in your neck as he releases inside of you. Welp, you just discovered something new about yourself.

The stream keeps going. Soft squirts are heard as your filled up with hot piss. Too much- "..ggh- wwa- waitt pull out- pull outt-"

He slowly pulls out, and it all pours out. You cover your mouth and gasp, and he just chuckles. "..messy, ain't it?" He grabs your wrist to pull you up. "Open wide, sweetheart."

You part your lips slightly and immediately he shoves his cock into your mouth, grabbing your hair to guide your head down onto his dick. Then he releases the rest of it into your mouth. You gag slightly at how disgusting this is, but its turning you on further.

He pulls away to flip you over, thrusting back inside again and giving your ass a light slap. "Good girl."You whine in response, arching your back slightly from the praise.

"..yeah, thats it. Keep whining like a mutt." The dude snickers. He leans down to grab your chin harshly, smashing his lips into yours and forcing his tongue into your mouth. The rough treatment sends you right over the edge, and you whimper into the kiss as your orgasm hits you, hard. Along with that, you make a further mess of your own bed by peeing everywhere as the dude pushes down on your lower back.

"..jesus, your enjoying this, huh?" You nod slowly in response.

"Gaah- yyeah, I am too." He gives your ass another slap before kissing you again, more rough and sloppy this time as he gets close.

"..mmh..." You whine into his mouth. He pulls away to spit in it, then forcing your mouth closed and tilting your head to make you swallow.

"Such a good girl for me.. you deserve a treat." He pulls out, turning you around to stroke his cock rapidly, aiming for your mouth. "Open widee." And you do, and a combination of urine and cum cakes your face. You try to catch it on your tongue like snowflakes. He groans softly and it turns to a chuckle. "Wow, your dirty."

You nod slowly. He lifts your chin up, spitting in your mouth again then pushing his tongue inside to taste himself off you. The dude shoves you back down onto the bed. "..mm, one more round, baby?" He asks. You nod, and he pushes himself back inside. His tip is pushing up against your womb, almost half-way in. You grunt in pain. He kisses down your back as he thrusts slowly.

The dude's pace falters as he suddenly cums again, covering his mouth with his hand as a low guttural moan escapes his chapped lips. You bite into the bedsheets as he pulls out, and your left feeling empty and used.

"..ahh.. that hit the spot, thanks babe." He roughly gropes your ass like a "thank you" before standing up and getting himself dressed--and by dressed he just puts his boxers and pants on.

He pauses at the doorway, turning back to you, before walking over again. "...uh.. need anything?" He asks. The question seems to surprise both of you. You shake your head and the dude nods. "..aight. Cya." He finally walks out and you plop back down onto the wet bed.

(GRGRGRGGRRR POSTAL DUDE IS SO FINE GRGRGRGR GRRARARARARARARA)

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Player lies on the floor of the cold nirvana, panting. Their chest heaves with ragged breaths, and Cruel King stands above them looking down with a stern expression. A slight mix of pride, and something like disappointment.

"...." Cruel Kings eyes narrow. The air seems to get colder. His grip on his scepter tightens.

"..get up."

Player slowly brings themselves to their feet. They avoid looking at Cruel King, clearly embarrassed.

"You've lost."

Player sighs. I know.

Cruel King huffs when he doesn't get an answer. "..Look at me when I'm speaking to you." He forcefully tilts Player's chin up to make them look at him. The kings expression softens slightly.

"...well?"

Well... what?

"You promised a.. reward, for my troubles." Cruel King's voice softens. It remains with that stern tone, but his eyes aren't squinted and mad looking anymore. "..oh- Yeah, I uh.. did, didn't I?"

"...."

They both stare at eachother.

"..I'd like to have intercourse with you." Cruel King finally states, in this matter-of-fact tone. Player's jaw drops.

...

Cruel King outstretches his arm towards Player, an invitation to take his hand. Player hesitates before intertwining their fingers in his. Cold..

Player is pulled up onto the icy throne, and into Cruel King's lap. The king wraps his arms around Player's waist, burying his face in their neck. He mumbles something. The huge ice arm he has lies awkwardly, trying to find a place to rest on.

"...for a hero sent by Shedletsky, you lost awfully easy this time..." Cruel King mutters. "..such a pathetic loss. But now I can take what I want, hm?"

Cruel King's gloved fingers trace the outline of Player's boner through their jeans. "Don't disappoint me now, Player.."

Player shivers as his cold breath tickles their neck, sending shivers down their spine. "..a-ah- okay.."

The king's hands start to undo their belt, then the jeans slip off. More and more is exposed to the cold air of the nirvana. Player shivers, their teeth chatter together. Cruel King holds them closer like he's trying to provide a sense of comfort from the harsh cold, but it makes it worse.

"..shh... If you behave well I might consider rewarding you.." Cruel King mumbles. "But yet, I doubt a pathetic thing like you could ever earn anything."

Player whines at his words. The noise is involuntary, and proving the king right further.

Cruel King runs a line down Player's cock, slowly, teasingly. "Nothing but a mutt.." Cruel King squeezes Player's cock and they gasp, jolting forward slightly. Cruel King pulls them back down. "Just whining mindlessly at any little touch..."

"..m-my liege I-"

Cruel King slips 2 fingers inside of Player while their thumb traces the shaft of their cock. "Ah-"

"Shhh, sh shh.. Be a good boy for your king, yes?" Cruel King whispers into Player's ear. They nod slowly.

Cruel King's icy fingers thrust in and out from Player's hole, slick with their own fluids. The sharp frosty feeling makes Player gasp. They lean back where Cruel King whispers more degrading comments, but those words make the hero's cunt throb, clenching around the king's fingers. "..disgusting little thing.. getting off to my negative words..." The king scoffs. He curls his fingers up to press against Player's g-spot.

"Ngh-!" Player's moans are muffled as Cruel King slips his fingers inside of their mouth. "Shut up." He mutters.

Cruel King tilts Player's head to the side slightly to remove his fingers and kiss them. Its a surprisingly gentle, soft kiss, a huge contrast to the words the king had been saying earlier.

"..mmh... You taste sweet, like.. strawberries.. and so warm too." Cruel King's lips curl into a smile. He removes his own pants, his erection pressing against Player's back. Player jolts. The king's cock is icy cold, and freckled with small ice parts that provide something like a flared base. He lifts Player up, hovering them above Cruel King's dick. "Are you ready?" He asks. The hero nods.

They're slowly lowered down. Cruel King's cock slowly enters Player, and Player immediately whines, loudly, and long. The harsh cold of the ice inside of themselves hurts to a degree. "..I said shut up. You're howling like a dog. Stupid thing.." Cruel King grumbles. His words send Player right off the edge.. and by that-

"Don't stain my throne with your.. fluids!" Cruel King hisses. Player whimpers in response as their cock throbs, almost wagging back and forth like a dog, as they cum.

"..ssoo- sorr- sorryy..."

Cruel King kisses Player again, more passionate now. His icy beard tickles Player's chin.

He pulls away, panting, a thin line of saliva connecting the two still. "..so.. warm.." Cruel King groans as his thrusts speed up. He grabs Player's hips, trying to drive them down deeper on his cock. "So.. so warm.. Ahh.."

"Y-Your majesty.. ggh- I- I'm closee again.." Player moans. Cruel King rolls his eyes, sharp blue piercing through Player' gaze, almost as if staring into his soul. "A-Already? You're more pathetic than I thought.."

..oh.

Player cums again, their walls clench around Cruel King as if trying to milk him dry. The king groans into Player's neck, kissing it softly but not biting. "..ooh..."

He huffs and pants, hugging Player.

"...you... you've.. pleased your king.. Hero.." Cruel King mumbles. He pulls out slowly. Player winces as ropes of cold cum spill out, and onto the king's lap.

"Maybe your not a good-for-nothing after all."

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Its dark, and damp. An intimidating basement, and wrists bound to a wooden chair, aswell as his ankles. The dark is comforting.. usually. This time it isnt.

A small light flickers on, buzzing out for a second until it finally illuminates the place. Someone steps into view. The dude scoffs at their sudden appearance.

"Finally, I thought you'd leave me here forever." The dude sighs. He tries to tug at the ropes to free himself to no avail. "..just untie me already."

You shake your head and set something down on the table next to him--a large platter of different foods. He eyes it. "...really?" The dudes gaze flickers up to you for a moment. His glasses almost slip off his face, and his eyes are narrowed in irritation. "Look, I told you already, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry."

"You haven't eaten in almost a week." You reply sternly. He looks away and mumbles "So what?" and maybe a swear under his breath, but you can't make it out.

"Cigarettes and beer isn't a proper meal, dude."

He sighs. "I'm FINE! Stop being so damn worried, your like my damn mother or something!" He tries to tug at the ropes again it digs further into his wrists as his actions seem to tighten them.

You place yourself on his lap and pick out a fruit from the platter, a slice of watermelon. "Eat." You state firmly, with no room for argument. The dude spits in your face as a reply.

"..." You glare, and he glares back.

You reach your hand out to grasp his chin, yanking his mouth open to force the fruit slice down. He spits it out again.

"..you little-"

His words fade out, blurred slightly, as your brain processes a possible solution to this. You pick up another piece of fruit, stick it in your mouth, then kiss him. The dude's caught off guard, but he embraces the kiss. And as his lips part slightly you slowly push the watermelon chunk inside. As soon as he's realized its already down his throat. He pulls away.

"...the fuck?"

You sit there with a satisfied smirk. He groans, loudly, and decides theres no getting out of this. He turns away. "..fine, whatever. But know this, I fucking hate you."

Your hand reaches for a full slice of watermelon, gently prying his mouth open. "Eat." And surprisingly he does, but not without a death glare the entire time.

"..good boy!" You praise. His face flushes the same shade as the fruit your holding. "If you finish the entire platter I'll give you a reward." Your words make him snap his head back around to face you. He's clearly interested. "..yeah okay." He grumbles.

You continue to feed him the fruit, slices and chunks of watermelon until its eventually gone from the plate. The dude sighs. "You done?"

You shake your head and his face displays an emotion like disgusted shock. "..sweetheart, come on, I- I've had enough-" To shut him up you shove a slice of sourdough bread into his mouth. He chews, swallows, then glares at you. "..hey, just watermelon isn't enough for the entire week you haven't eaten, dude." You state.

He sighs dramatically and leans back, reluctantly letting you continue. As you feed him more it seems like he's enjoying it more.

The dude's stomach seems to inflate slightly with more and more food. Half-quarter of the platter, half of the platter, now a quarter of the platter left. His thin frame is visibly more plumped now, and you smile slightly. Thats good.

"..a- are we done?" He pants. You shake your head and he sighs. "...alright." The dudes voice seems to have lost most of its bark. He's not annoyed anymore.. or, as annoyed. You shift your position slightly then hold up a hotdog to feed him. He slowly chews it down. Your knee presses against his crotch where his cock is visibly tenting through his pants. He's enjoying this more than he should.

"..almost finished, just a bit more..."

The hotdog is gone. He sighs and leans back against the chairs backing, and it creaks slightly. "Are we done now?"

You nod, he smiles, a genuine one for once. "You did so good for me! Such a good boy." You shift your position to his right leg, lean in slightly, and rub his belly. He whines softly like a happy dog.

"..suchh a good boyy!" You repeat. The dude nods. You continue your belly rubs--his reward. His pants grow a small wet spot as his whines grow slightly louder and its clear what he just did.

"....I'll untie you now."

He groans a small "Finally" as you use one hand to fumble with the ropes, and the other to keep petting his belly. You like that, he's nice and plump and for some reason it gets you aroused..?

Whatever, as long as he's not starving anymore.

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Player plops down onto their bed, sighing. They're sweaty and breathing heavy from a recent training session with Shedletsky. Their wings stretch out behind them, draping down over the bed. Player groans. Their wings haven't been preened in a while, but they're too lazy to do it themselves.

Griefer strolls in with his face stuck into his phone and one hand on a can of monster energy. Griefer bumps into the wall, gets annoyed, then turns around to face Player. He pauses and tries to act nonchalant even though he bumped right into a wall. "TCH H3Y PUNK." Griefer sets his drink down and sits beside Player. Player merely sighs and rests their head against Griefer's shoulder. "..hiya."

"SUM' TH1NG WR0NG?"

Player faces Griefer again, hesitating before deciding to speak. "Yeah.. I- My wings haven't been preened in a while.. could you..?"

Player's face flushes as they speak. Griefer however, doesn't seem to notice the intimacy of the action Player's asking for. "4H, SUR3 DUD3." He turns Player around and gently outstretches their wings.

"0H Y0U'R3 R1GHT TH3Y 4R3 4 M3SS." Griefer snickers. Player dips their head down, a bit embarrassed.

"Just do it.."

Griefer's hands reach out, running down Player's wings slowly. He starts to pluck at the more unstraight, old feathers. Player's breath hitches in their throat audibly.

Griefer continues with obvious pleasure, not just from the little noises Player makes, but also from the opportunity to do this, it feels nice to do something for them. Another feather is plucked, one is straightened up and cleaned. Player's noises gradually grow louder.

"..Y0U 0K4Y?"

Player nods slowly.

As Griefer preens Player's wings, their pants strain with an.. obvious boner. I mean, it has been a while since they've..

Griefer's hand reaches around to palm Player's erection through their pants. The hero's wings flutter and they gasp but make no movement to stop him.

"W4NT S0M3 R3L13F?" Griefer asks, uncharacteristically soft. Player nods again. Griefer's hands slowly unzip their pants, then they wrap around Player's length. "1 G0T Y4."

ah-

Griefer's chin rests on Player's shoulder as one hand flutters across their wings, cleaning and fixing them efficiently, while his other hand strokes Player's cock.

"4LM0ST D0N3..." He mumbles. Player jolts suddenly, leaning back against Griefer's chest with quick, heavy pants.

And just as Griefer finishes preening their wings, Player cums all over his hand.

Player's chest heaves, head falling back, still twitching with aftershocks. Griefer withdraws his hand and licks it clean. "..G00D, G00D." Griefer reaches around to kiss Player's cheek. "Y0U D1D S0 G00D, PUNK."

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"I haven't stopped thinking about you, love." Devesto sighs. "I- I'm so distracted, my mind just wanders to you, and when we can.. you know.."

Mequot turns around to face Devesto. "...oh.. r-really?" Devesto nods. "Can we? Now?" He asks, giving those puppy-dog eyes. Mequot's expression softens, and he takes Devesto's hand. "Sure.. sure."

They sit on the bed.

"...maybe we could.. try something new?" Mequot suggests. Devesto sighs and places his head on Mequot's lap, hugging into his large thighs. "Whatever, whatever, sure.."

Mequot smiles. "I.. have an idea in mind."

The ropes are tightened securely around Devesto's wrists, a small tug to make sure they're secure, then a blindfold is tied around his eyes. Devesto squirms a little as this happens, he's nervous.

"Is it too tight?" Devesto shakes his head.

Mequot slowly climbs ontop of Devesto. The bed creaks slightly. Their hand is pressed firmly on Devesto's chest as Mequot positions themselves over his cock. "..okay. Ready?" Mequot speaks softly. Devesto immediately nods, and Mequot lowers themselves down.

"..aah-" Mequot leans forward slightly as Devesto''s cock slides in. The sword digs deeper into their chest. Mequot's soft, chubby body would make a perfect thing to hug into, too bad his wrists are binded behind him, he can't do anything but take it.

Mequot's perfectly still. Devesto tilts his head up slightly, unable to see anything but getting a general feel where Mequot's head is. "..hey, love, you can move. G-Go on."

"I don't want to make it too much for you.." Mequot mumbles. Devesto chuckles. "I- I'd rather you feel good, c'mon.. and..." Devesto trails off as he ponders on how embarrassing this is to admit. "I'd like you to just.. use me, for your own pleasure."

Mequot starts to move then. "..yes- like that, I- Just use me."

"Okay then.. I will." Mequots mumbles grow louder as he gets more confident. His movements become more harsh, clearly leaning into the idea of using Devesto as nothing but a sex toy.

Mequot's body bucks back and forth as they start to ride Devesto more fast, hard. Devesto gasps and jolts, but Mequot sticks three fingers inside his mouth to shut him up.

Mequot's other hand reaches around to grip at the sheets for leverage. He whimpers softly while burying his face into Devesto's neck. "..aah- nngh.. D-Devesto.. I-"

"You feel so good.. mmfh.." Mequot jolts as he feels Devesto cum inside of him. "..ah- already..?"

Devesto's muffled whines are heard as he makes a butchered attempt at an apology. Mequot removes his fingers from Devesto's mouth with a wet plop. "Sssorryy..." Devesto gasps. He jolts, legs shaking slightly, as Mequot keeps riding him.

"Ggah- aahh m- Mequot y- your- ngh-" His attempts at speaking are pathetic, honestly. Usually Devesto's more bark and bite than this. "..I'm not stopping until I've milked you of all you're worth." Mequot mutters. Devesto's back arches up at his words, driving his cock deeper into Mequot.

"OOoh-!"

He pants. "I- It takes a while for me to cum.. j- just hang on a little longer, Devesto.. you can do it.."

"I- I can't- ahhH-" Devesto's noises grow much, much more louder, as its clear how overstimulated he is. Mequot kisses his cheek softly, mumbling reassurances. "..you can do it.. just a biiiit longer.."

Mequot presses himself down against Devesto more firmly as they get close. Devesto cums again, making Mequot shutter.

Mequot grips at Devesto, nails digging into his back as they finally reach their climax. They tighten and clench around Devesto, as if trying to milk the last bits of his seed out of him. "Ngh-!"

Mequot collapses onto Devesto, who's panting, twitching from the intense aftershocks.

"..ooh.. o- okay... okayy.." He gasps. Mequot peppers his face in kisses. "...you did so well.."

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Im not fucking doing this anymore. No, i refuse. I fucking refuse, no matter HOW HARD i TRY NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT FOR ME, NOTHING. I SUCK AT EVERYTHING I DO AND DONT ANYONE TELL ME OTHERWISE. IM A SHITTY, STUPID, BROKEN PERSON. I GOT FUCKING BANNED FROM DREAM GAME. MY FAVOURITE GAME, MY REASON TO LIVE. I GOT BANNED FROM IT. BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS ITS FUNNY TO STEAL SHIT SO YOU CANT EVEN PLAY THE STUPID GAME! NO ONE EVEN LIKES ME ANYMORE, I LOST MY ABILITY TO DRAW, AND I CANT WRITE, AND I CANT DO ANYTHING! SO IM GIVING UP, I WILL NEVER DO ANYTHING IN MY LIFE EVER AGAIN. BECAUSE WHATS THE FUCKING POINT? WHAT YHE HELL IS THE POINT IF IT ALL GOES WRONG IN THE END? THIS SUCKS, THIS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SUCKS, AND I HOPE THAT EVERYONE EITHER DIES INA HORRIBLE ACCIDENT OR KILLS THEMSELVES, AND ILL KILL MYSELF TO, AND WE ALL GO TO HELL LIKE THE STUPID FILTHY PIECES OF SHIT WE ARE. I WILL KILL MYSELF THE MOMENT I GET MY HANDS ON A RAZOR, I WILL SLICE TO BONE AND WAIT FOR MY SWEET RELEASE FROM THIS HELL HOLE OF A WORLD, BECAUSE IM A WASTE OF SPACE. DONT FUCKING REASSURE ME, DONT EVEN TRY ANYTHING. I WANT YOU TO KNOW IM NEVER COMING BACK TO A03.