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“Recluse, please…” He sighs, voice honeyed and sweet and appealing. His eyes flutter open and rake up the enrobed frame of his other half, settling on his shadowed face and meeting stormcloud eyes.
“You are insatiable,” Truthless Recluse frowns deeply but doesn’t tear his gaze away from the Sage’s desperate display. In fact, he pays sharp attention to the way Sage writhes against the ropes, plush thighs spread wide and invitingly.
“I am,” the Sage agrees in a breathy rush.
Truthless’s eye twitches. ”Sage,” he starts warningly, but to no avail as Sage rolls his hips up into open, empty air and lets out a long indulgent moan.
He’s trying to rile him up.
The Recluse is ashamed to admit that it’s working.
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“Sh-Shadow Milk,” Pure Vanilla Cookie pants. “Please, I need…”
“Ah-ah-ah!” Shadow Milk leans forward and waggles a finger in her face, playful and a little mean. “Not what I’m called, hmm?”
”Daddy,” Pure Vanilla sighs beautifully as their cunts meet again. “Need you, please. Need you inside.”
Shadow Milk bursts into laughter as she pulls back, claws retracting from squishy dough. “Of course, of course,” She lilts, gaze travelling down the length of Pure Vanilla’s body. Her deliciously fat tits, the little pudge to her tummy, her pink, puffy pussy.
Witches, she’s gorgeous. And all her’s.
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“There’s children in your audiences,” The Recluse frowns deeply, mournfully. His large hat casts a deep shadow over an equally forlorn gaze. “Many are unprepared to face the despair that the Truth holds. If I cannot convince you from your cruelty, then I can at least protect innocent cookies from its uncaring wrath.”
“Cruelty? Wrath?” The Sage blinks rapidly, before his face lights up in unabashed delight. His grin is wide, too wide– Unsettling. Uncomfortable. “Whatever happened to your gentle lies, Recluse?”
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Or, The Sage of Truth hatches a plan to learn more about Truthless Recluse.
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"Obviously I'm upset!" Shadow Milk bursts out, turning to Pure Vanilla and stomping a foot on the floor–it only makes a light tapping sound, nowhere near as thunderous as he'd been trying to seem– Not that there's anything he can do about that. He's exhausted after doing several magic demonstrations that day, and he hadn't been keeping a close enough eye on his magic reserves. It's practically impossible for him to maintain his usual figure like this, so here he is–
(Pure Vanilla's hand is warm where it settles beneath him, picking him up. Shadow Milk glowers up at the other from the palm of his hand.)
–tiny.
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As Pure Vanilla opens the door to his room, he is met with many things at once. A heady scent of sweet and tart blueberry hits him like a tidal wave first, then the gentle warmth of the room– Then, his staff takes in the dim candlelight, berry and creme scented and burning low.
Shadow Milk is on the bed.
"...Surprise," he drawls as he sits up, hooking one leg over the other. Pure Vanilla stares, gaze sharp as his mouth falls open, hardly able to believe what he's looking at.
Shadow Milk is wearing lingerie.
No, not just any lingerie. Pure Vanilla's lingerie.