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    “Gods, I think your cunt was made for me, Artemia,” he exhales. “Such a perfect little cocksleeve for me. One day I’m going to take you to your favorite little secluded corner of the library and soak my cock in you while I’m reading. Take little breaks to fuck you full of my cum, make sure my seed really takes root and then go back to my book.”

    “Would I—” she swallows on the hoarseness, the dryness of her throat, but he just hushes her.

    “Good fucktoys don’t talk back,” he says dismissively.

    That makes her moan, and he just snorts, never faltering.

    “What, is this getting you off?” he asks offhandedly, one hand reaching up to grip the headboard and thrust deeper. “Not that it matters. Today—” he sighs a little— “today isn’t about you, princess, and I’ve told the other disciples that if you break any of your rules they are within their rights to punish you as they see fit.”

    (or, the fic where each disciple gets a turn with artemia)

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