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 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.