Game RP Abused Desires (Knight of None)

He smirks abd rubbed his tip against her lips, her orecum sticking to her lips and rubbing it against her nose playfully. He leaned back, lazily, shifting and stabbing forward with his hips, pushing his cock inti her lips as his tail squeezed her neck.
 
She felt the sticky pre being rubbed over her face and closed her eyes against the returning blush, even as all she could scent was the overwhelming smell. Then, as he jerked his hips forwards she gasped, with what little air she had as he squeezed her neck tighter, cutting the depth he could get to from how tightly her neck compressed.

(There are replies to Psychic and Aelf too :))
 
She reached up as his tail loosened from around her throat, trying to pull it off entirely as her vision began to tunnel, even as his hand reached down to slap her chest, bouncing the large globes of her breasts around like a pair of stress balls, milk dribbling from her nipples whilst he'd realise she was struggling to breath from the lack of moans.
 
As Azure and Shade drifted off, across town Mary was up and aggressively striking a punching bag, each strike landing with a solid thump as she put herself through her paces again, every repetition ever so slightly faster than the last as she grunted angrily, finally stopping and shaking her hands out, to clear any cramps. Then she moved to leg motions, going for kicks even as she had to start learning them for the first time. She'd never really worked on them before, but if she wanted to beat Boon, she needed to know as much as she could.
 
Boon was watching her work...his stare professional and abd calculating, pacing around her slowly. "Good. Good. You're getting back to form well." He said as he examined her posture, her rhythm, and tumors of strain. "You're beautiful." He said as he stepped in and adjusted her wrist, examining her knuckles on her fist. Though he said it with a softness, sge could tell he wasn't simply saying so out of love, nor some lust generated by her passion for battling. No. He admired her strain, her spirit to struggle. He cut her hand wrap from her fist and his thumbs pushed between her fingers, massaging the knuckles slowly, sifting and alienating some of the stress pressure in them to relax her. He let go and gave her a fresh wrap. "Who are you imagining punching like that hm?"
 
She gave a little flush as he complimented her, letting him move and inspect her hand before she started to rewrap it, cinching it tight and smirking "Mmm... Dunno. Should I be thinking of someone?" She asked in return, even as she moved to test her other hand, working each equally, then snapping more kicks in as well, his quiet watching stare not disturbing her at all.
 

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