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2024-10-29 19:42:56Right now, she couldn’t care anymore, as her denial washed over in a blink of an eye. Skin-ship now held a priority she didn’t know to grow within her. And, for it to come from Trust, who in the same way felt the urge she just described in a weirdly masculine definition of possessive and obsessive skin-ship.
Since this short brainstorm; kisses, and orgasms felt like an exclusivity they, now, must nurture. In the twelve hours, they were together; both fucked like fictional rabbits in the mercy of a fanfic erotica writer.
Despite this slightly unfortunate proactivity, they still have the sanity to be survival-minded beings. The first hour of Trust’s return to his human form, the lower part of his right eye still sported burnt skin, framing it like a dragon and creating a scab-like frame. Uncomfortable dryness poked his eyeballs now and then when he didn’t squint or let his eyes remain open for quite some time. Due to this unfortunate skin graft di
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His hands ceremoniously hovered on Betts’s waist as he languidly pressed his lips on hers. Licking her lips then softly pecking it, he massaged her breast, sending her body in an itchy tingle. “Betts,” he whispered. “I can’t fuck you tonight.” His voice was husky, but his mind’s eye reeling and panicking as he sensed a presence of a group of people, mixed with a select creature’s, just a block away. “You’ll have to be happy with my fingers.” Saying this, Betts held his hand and shoved it between her legs. She guided his finger to her wet labia. Then extended her hand to his crotch, massaging his erection from outside the pants he wore. “Spoil me.” She breathily whispered, her face rubbing his cheeks. The burning blood rushes into his head as his dick starts to numb the warning he had been feeling, biting her cheeks and growling at her disobedience. He manages to pull her in a sitting position and sit her on his lap. Her hands pulling out his erection
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They were, like them, looking for someplace to settle for the night, hide even. Betts didn’t quite grasp what happens during the nights. When she asked Trust, he could only answer that somehow the activities he’d done were a blur in his mind prior.The most he could remember then was the rush of instinct to hunt. And, at most, Betts imagined that he hunted humans in his creature form. But, she didn’t voice it out loud to solidify this assumption.Coming to where their door was, the footsteps halted in several areas, and the two heard the clatter of furniture or doors opening. The good bulky cabinet and chair blocked their door that it had the intended effect once the outsiders arrived to try and open it. Clattering the knob handle in frantic, they started to kick at the door when they couldn’t make it budge. Their enthusiastic kicking got the rest of their group in conflict with their actions. Arguing at each other at the logic of making more ra
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The messenger app available in the tablet pinged several times in succession, alerting Trust enough to slam his hand on the tablet to hold on to the lock screen button. The sound, though muted, continued to ring like a bell in a wedding church.They both manage to silence the app by muting the tablet. Betts opened the application and looked through the messages in curiosity. Besides the several active chat groups, one group named “nurse staff” rung proactively. It was at the top, with all the new messages updating in real-time.Tapping it open, they read the uploading messages, and Trust found a familiar name,Aurea Horoi. Seeing this, he tapped to pause the scrolling up, ever-updating replies. Holding on her name, he made a new message, a private one, and sent, “Aurea, I’m glad you’re alive!”Looking at the message, they both waited to see if they’d get a reply.Crinkling
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“Yeah! Holy, how are you—where are you both?” Aurea said, looking around at the darkness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the moon above. “Hon’, oh lord. My panic hit so high. Everything is all high. I cannot even think clear like that good mother pie my grandma always baked. Still, your voice is god-send to know another life survived is such a pull.”“There’s nothing good to hear but other people more, now, than I think I’d be happy about.” Answered Betts, her voice lilted high as she ended her words. “Where are you now? Are you all safe?”“Girl. We're still in the vicinity of the hospital.” Aurea looked back at the group she was with. “How about you? Are you really with Bert?”Aurea heard a shuffling before Betts voice of “Yeah.”“He’s...well, he’s not here right now. But, we’ve been spending time here in the hospita
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Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
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