[ cum spills out the side of his mouth as scaramouche pulls back, childe swiping at it with his tongue, so he doesn’t waste a single precious drop. he shuts his eyes, panting, his head heavy with thoughts or getting fucked and bred and fucked some more. ]
Does that mean you like it, I’m, I’m a good little bitch, right, taking your dick like that, … [ he writhes around just a little bit, trying to free himself from the tentacle holding his limbs behind his back. ] I can take more, you’re not satisfied, right, I’ll take as much as you have to give. Please, just, just don’t stop. Need it, need you.
[ shit. This is too much. He's already feeling his cock stirring even though he just came, and hearing Childe talk like that to him is just about the hottest thing he's ever experienced. They were supposed to clean up - now who cares about that. ]
We're going back to the bed.
[ he grabs childe and tries to get him into a princess carry - with a little help from his vision and, he hopes, the tentacles ]
Of course you're a good little bitch, and good sluts like you deserve a good reward.
Back to bed for... more? [ there's a subtle tilt to his tone as his excitement peaks. what could scaramouche have in mind, but he doesn't bother asking because talking in any capacity is already difficult. and what does it matter anyway, it's sure to be incredible. ]
[ the tentacles keep him bound as scaramouche carries him to the bed. ] Reward, yes, because there's nobody better. I deserve a good, no, great reward.
[ He really could get used to this. Childe begging for him, wanting to be rewarded for being a good slut. Part of him feels a little awkward about this kind of talk - they are still just getting to know each other, after all, but it's clear he responds well to it, so why not indulge it?
He lets him down on the bed and smirks at him ]
You're lucky my stamina is higher than a normal human's. Get on your knees for me. The tentacles are doing a good job preparing you, but you're mine. I should get to be the one to fuck you.
[ as soon as he’s set down he shifts to and fro, wrestling against his tentacle’d bindings to get onto his knees. the ones binding his arms finally release them, so he can hold himself up, their aim to spread him for Scaramouche. he tries to shy away, simultaneously hating and loving the feeling of being so exposed. ]
Why can’t all of you fuck me… I have enough to satisfy all of you… but you should be first, …
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Does that mean you like it, I’m, I’m a good little bitch, right, taking your dick like that, … [ he writhes around just a little bit, trying to free himself from the tentacle holding his limbs behind his back. ] I can take more, you’re not satisfied, right, I’ll take as much as you have to give. Please, just, just don’t stop. Need it, need you.
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We're going back to the bed.
[ he grabs childe and tries to get him into a princess carry - with a little help from his vision and, he hopes, the tentacles ]
Of course you're a good little bitch, and good sluts like you deserve a good reward.
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[ the tentacles keep him bound as scaramouche carries him to the bed. ] Reward, yes, because there's nobody better. I deserve a good, no, great reward.
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He lets him down on the bed and smirks at him ]
You're lucky my stamina is higher than a normal human's. Get on your knees for me. The tentacles are doing a good job preparing you, but you're mine. I should get to be the one to fuck you.
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Why can’t all of you fuck me… I have enough to satisfy all of you… but you should be first, …