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You gently take the collar from her shaking grasp and clasp it around her neck. She whines for you, shuddering. The name-tag sits pretty above the swell of her breasts, moving with the rise and fall of her chassis. Woven around her skin like a halo, your angelic girl.
It was something she wanted in the past, too. To be claimed, being presented as someone else's. But it never felt safe enough, never felt like she could truly be loved in the way that you provide for her now.
Tenna rubs the side of her screen back and forth in your palm. You cup the casing around her screen, pressing small kisses over the warm glass as you swathe her in the sugar that drips from your praise.
"You look so gorgeous like this, hmm? Pretty puppy." She moans at that, pressing her thighs together, so deliciously embarrassed at her own arousal. You can feel her eyeless gaze solely fixed on you, the way you braid your fingers with hers, kissing at her wrists.
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(You notice a few things about Tenna, mainly that she's just like a puppy. You want to take care of her like one.)
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- Part 4 of fem tenna fics ♡
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Spamton refuses to prepare ahead of time for his late-night infomercial show. No one's going to watch it, so why bother?
That all changes when he discovers that the product of the night is a sex toy, and he ropes Tenna into helping him sell it.
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With his light almost diminished, Gabriel wishes to choose his own death, and if that means feeding himself to the machine in one final bout then so be it. He can think of no other end more fitting.
But the machine's hunger runs deeper than he could have ever expected, and Gabriel finds himself confronted with his own desire as well.
Will he let himself be prey?
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Unable to find orgasm with a partner, Gale commissions the services of a reputable escort to take him through the ropes (heh) of kink and sexual play. What he doesn’t count on is for him and his escort to have earth-shattering chemistry.
“Hhhhhhnnnnnngggggggg.”
“Oh.” Astarion floats into Gale’s bleary vision as his gaze drifts down from the ceiling. Riding crop in hand, Astarion grins like a fool, his eyes sparkling with a joy so fierce as to be frightening. “You’re such a good boy. Do you need to safe-word, darling?”
“N..no, sir,” Gale gasps.
Based on an illustration by Calolily.
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What happens in the tailor shop stays in the tailor shop...until it doesn't.
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