Betts continued to lick his eye and the area around it with a bit of angular difficulty, though she didn’t mind the strain it was giving her as she twisted her waist so she could remain on her threes while her one arm and face reached over his. Noticing this would be a folly for Trust, especially feeling her painful constraint but more so for the effort she was putting to soothe his desire. This fact alone becomes a detriment to his control coming together in a desire to quell her concern at least to a minimum.
Pushing her twisting body back by extending his face forward for her to smother further with her tongue and lips, he made a pass of his girth-angry dick over her open gaping vagina. He filled her in one sweep of his hips, then gathered all his mental chains into one side and let his animalistic side win as he rammed her hard.
Shaking her whole body, almost letting her head hit on the armrest she clung to, her moan came out as a shout as her body shuddered
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Chapter 24 Blocks away from where Betts and Trust’s apartment stood is a small-sized central mall, fit for simple boutiques of local stature. A few blocks, which is more rides, away from the mall is the nearest supermarket for their community. The hour they spent lunch and before were dedicated to reading the thick stack of Citizen Guide documents given for review. Deliberating which requirement process should be done first and all the options presented. They may have been given a brief by the staff from **** company, that helped the survivor’s, but their words passed one ear from the other when exhaustion due to relief started to set. Their time was given consideration but at the end of it all, they are the ones to set their course with the right tools presented. That’s how at this moment the couple felt when they sat inside a family diner, at the very corner seat, eating after lunch meal. Chomping on burgers was a delight Betts managed to stifle after much deliberation whether it w
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“About the time I see you, Betts,” said Lena, her voice a bit hoarse with an evident lack of sharpness. Her demeanor showed she was simply calm, and somewhat sedated, according to Trust’s instinct. “Come on, let me get you a lecturing for leaving me here without even letting someone care for me full time, these nurses don’t know how to care for this old woman.” She was sitting up leaning back at the inclined part of the bed with a layer of pillows under her back.The two approached her, Betts leaning in for a hug and Trust afterward. Betts set the items in the cupboard, the one above the table located near the foot of the bed. On top of the table were a few boxes of toiletries, one unused and the other opened for use. Trust looked at the medical chart at the foot of the bed. He listened, shifting to Lena as she spoke about the hospital’s subpar good to bad nurses and services. Adding to the food complaint was the lack of entertainment one where the tablet was difficult to use even if
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 24 (part 3)
Every single element of the radius his senses could map out is a vision he could discern despite how it looks like, a line graph curving around corners, angles, and varied motions. Trust couldn’t tell if this vision of his mind was being serious or not, since it was happening and he has no time to be flabbergasted, the only thought in his head was to see the unusual line within this map-like-graph.Humans look like monotone walking mannequins, shaded by grey and solid to the sight, but the rest of the details look like lines. Intersecting buildings with moving vehicles, animals, and humans like mannequins, there is another element that moves within this domain. It’s not the air or the earth that neither becomes represented by lines or whatnot, but an absolute quantity of dots within coming from under.He couldn’t bother to see what those because the moment he noticed those dots and the quantity scattered around them; he finds himself looking at his ha
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“This is the kind of welcome my child self would be happy to receive,” Trust said as he eyed the crows, all perched on top of the railing and any surface they could stay on. The snobbish one, as he calls it, sat on his shoulder, prompting him to scratch its chin.The siblings he asked for help during their trip outside of the rural in A-city, sat together with their sharp beaks pointed at him. The other two looked frazzled and old, perhaps the old pair in the group of five. He can only guess how far they flew for the rest of them to chase him and Betts here in C-city, but he was thankful for their perseverance even though he can influence the same kind of birds in this city, they still stuck to him like loyal familiars.“Listen carefully,” he said to them as calmly as possible. Projecting his thoughts to the crow’s minds about the map of the city and all the “Dimension Pocket dots” location in the northern and northwestern part
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Fields of grey to one side and an ever-long expanse of darkness over-arching above, covered the vision of Horaz as he groaned in pain, but no normal voice emit from his mouth, only growls and groans not of his own. He has been lying on the ground for several hours now since he woke up. Still, nothing but the feeling of constraint is felt throughout his body.The restriction binding his body at current did not include his tail, it moved in slight twitches, like spasming muscles but on the elongated appendage. That very lively part of his body wanted to move like it wanted to be free of him because he was being an unholy nuisance for not moving around. That’s just how it is, if a part of your body grew its own life, the least you could do is become accommodating of it, or control it because you know you’re the stronger one.Delusions and dreams don’t come hard in this state he’s in where Horaz deliberately sleeps through his consciousness and lets
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