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Vox's fingers dance over Alastor’s underwear, slip under the waistband – then pause.
“Actually,” Vox says, “I don’t think we need to take these off.”
Alastor meets Vox’s eyes and wills her face not to betray any confusion. She’s – she’s not an expert in matters pertaining to sex, obviously, but being naked is surely a prerequisite?
Vox smiles at her. “It’s okay, Allie. We’ll keep your panties on,” she says. “You’re a good girl, right? You’ve never done this before. So it’s okay if you don’t want to be naked in front of me.”
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Alastor has never had sex. Vox is determined to show her a good (first) time.
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- Part 7 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Vincent takes Alastor’s fingers into his mouth. Alastor pushes them deeper, making him gag softly.
On the TV, Vincent is in his best suit, his voice clear and confident. Here, Vincent is sitting on the couch with his pyjama pants pulled under his hips, gagging on his dom’s fingers. Vincent whines at the humiliation.
“Shh, darling,” Alastor soothes. “I’m trying to watch the news.”
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Alastor gets Vincent off while making him watch himself on TV.
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- Part 2 of modern murdermedia
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“R-right there, Allie, come on, I’m so close – right there, right there, don’t stop, fuck!”
Vox lets out a long, high whine as she comes, and Alastor smiles to herself. “There we go, darling,” she coos. “Taking it so well for me.”
Vox slumps against her, her body shaking. Her picture box is always so sensitive.
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Allie helps her omega through her heat.
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- Part 6 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Vivian closes her eyes as Alice continues to pet through her hair. Like Vivian is just a little lapdog, content to kneel at Allie’s feet while Alice pets her and gives her sweet, murmured praise.
“I’m guessing it was a long day?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Poor darling," Alice says, and Vivian pushes her face into her leg. She loves when Alice calls her those things: darling, sweetheart, my love. “You must be exhausted.”
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Vivian and Alice share a quiet evening together after work.
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- Part 5 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Alastor tugs at one of Vox’s wires. "Would you let me rip them out of you?”
Vox swallows thickly. She imagines it: Alastor’s elegant hands, her sharp red claws, reaching deep inside of her and ripping something out. Slicing through Vox’s innards like ribbons. Holding the machinery that replaces her heart with dark, oil-slick fingers. “Hnghh…”
There’s a smile in Alastor’s voice. “Oh, my. You really are pathetic.”
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Tired of dissecting the same old organs on her radio broadcast, Alastor decides that getting her hands on Vox's wires would be prime entertainment!
And Vox - well, it'll be a cold day in Hell before she denies Allie anything.
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- Part 4 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills