How can I resist such a beautiful little puppet... I don't think I can, actually. [ he stands up and hastily undoes his pants, stepping out of them, and kicking them aside. he scoops scaramouche up into his arms to take his seat on the bed, setting him into his lap and smothering him in kisses. ] I'm going to fuck you so good that you're never going to want to leave my dick. All you're going to want to do is sit here and get fucked, over and over. [ he bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, giving him a messy kiss after, and groaning into it, because the metallic tang adds just another layer of flavor to it. ]
[ he reaches around to scara's ass, dipping a finger into him. ] How about I make you like a bitch in heat? [ he takes off his hat and curses it with that, so he won't have to worry about prepping him. he sets the hat onto scara's head, so he'll start feeling the effects shortly. ]
[ Every word sounds great. He kisses him back with the same eagerness, looking more and more into it as Dottore keeps telling him he's going to keep him on his cock, keep fucking him and make sure he won't do anything else. It sounds amazing, and that bite only makes him more excited.
Turned on as he is he doesn't need the extra motivation, but the spell still does its job, making him feel the desperate need of a heat hitting him in full force. He immediately moves his hips toward that finger, fucking himself on it and desperately trying to get it deeper, but it's clearly not satisfying enough ]
Patience. [ he says, having no patience, himself. dottore removes his finger from his slick hole and grabs his hips, moving him over his dick and slowly bringing him down over the head. ] Ah~ [ he throws his head back to groan, easing scaramouche onto him, but only because he wants to savor the feeling of his tight heat enveloping him. ] Fuck. And this is mine, all mine. [ he gives him a sharp grin as soon as he's fully seated on him, digging his nails in and beginning to fuck him in earnest. ] I'm going to mold you to my dick, fill you with my cum, and make sure you want nothing but me, me, me!
[ He just came and yet he's hard all over again, painfully so - desperate to be fucked and filled and bred. Even high on pheromones he's never felt like this, hasn't been able to feel slick drip from his hole, and it's odd. Not that he cares - not when Dottore's dick is inside him and he's fucking him so nicely. He loves every moment of him, the nails digging into him, his cock filling him, and the way he's speaking to him ]
Fuck, yes, that's it. I want that - I want to be — your perfect hole, made just for you. I'll be - I'll be so good for you, so keep fucking me over and over again. I don't need — I don't need anything else, just you—
...ah, but Shāhkār Kāmravā, you have always been perfect, ... [ dottore joins their lips together for a kiss, his mind clouding with heady desire, because all he can think about is filling scaramouche over and over. ] I have never wanted anybody quite like I have wanted you. [ murmured against his lips, all of the strings he's got connecting him to scaramouche turning to whatever color high-key obsessed is. ] I don't know how anybody could see you as anything but perfection. [ he cups his cheek, stroking it as he admires scaramouche. ] And unsealing your power only made you even more beautiful.
Hahah — Is that - is that so? Then you're never going to leave me, right? You will -- stay here, filling me so nicely with your cock, over and over again ...
I want — I want it so bad. Alpha—
[ he takes the initiative and leans in to kiss him again, hips moving on his cock to fuck himself on it, desperate and needy ]
You fit me so well, I really — really was made just for you.
No. Nonononononono. [ murmured hastily against his lips. ] I'm not letting you go anyway. In fact... I should get a room just for you. And I'll keep you there, forever, and I bet I could figure out a work around to that stupid grey disease. [ like, if he cut off his arm and sent that back and forth to baritones on occasion. surely that'd work. SURELY. ]
[ he continues to fuck him, quickly reaching his climax, because all of this talk is driving him absolutely fucken crazy. ] I'll fill you until you're at your limit, and then I'll fill you some more. [ he only wishes he could get his tentacles to come out, so he could truly sent scaramouche to a higher plane... but that would require him thinking about tartaglia. ]
Made for me, yes, nobody else. Not even... not even Tartaglia.
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Re: day 512.
[ he reaches around to scara's ass, dipping a finger into him. ] How about I make you like a bitch in heat? [ he takes off his hat and curses it with that, so he won't have to worry about prepping him. he sets the hat onto scara's head, so he'll start feeling the effects shortly. ]
Re: day 512.
Turned on as he is he doesn't need the extra motivation, but the spell still does its job, making him feel the desperate need of a heat hitting him in full force. He immediately moves his hips toward that finger, fucking himself on it and desperately trying to get it deeper, but it's clearly not satisfying enough ]
A--ah ... More, more, I need more. Please—
Re: day 512.
Re: day 512.
Fuck, yes, that's it. I want that - I want to be — your perfect hole, made just for you. I'll be - I'll be so good for you, so keep fucking me over and over again. I don't need — I don't need anything else, just you—
Re: day 512.
Re: day 512.
I want — I want it so bad. Alpha—
[ he takes the initiative and leans in to kiss him again, hips moving on his cock to fuck himself on it, desperate and needy ]
You fit me so well, I really — really was made just for you.
Re: day 512.
[ he continues to fuck him, quickly reaching his climax, because all of this talk is driving him absolutely fucken crazy. ] I'll fill you until you're at your limit, and then I'll fill you some more. [ he only wishes he could get his tentacles to come out, so he could truly sent scaramouche to a higher plane... but that would require him thinking about tartaglia. ]
Made for me, yes, nobody else. Not even... not even Tartaglia.