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Its been a time since Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk had got married. So is common that they still in "honeymoon phase"
Whatever you find them by the castle, the former king would giggle while giving little pecs on his lover's face, that is greenish with a blue, making sure his lips staying far away from the other's while murmuring that he is "clingy" and "cheesy"
ask anyone who had been in the castle grounds and they would say that both were like a alive walking couple from those valentine's cards, fitting the healer to be so affectioned, vanilla or pure. But, there is something, a extra layer, in this behavior that the couple makes sure to keep in secret.
You see, on their wedding night, Pure Vanilla finded out something very curious about the himself. He knew Shadow Milk wasn't that found of kisses, he had never make out with him in their relatioship. Pure Vanilla looked out for this night all weeding just for this, to finally be able to make out with the beast. Shadow Milk was so curious modest, every time the vanillian made every sexual advance, throught mostly not on purpose, the blue cookie would immediately say to him that he needed to wait until the weeding night. He never question it, if his lover refuses, he wouldn't insist, he was never a "pervert" or found of those acts, well, in others believe. So its generous to say that Pure Vanilla was excited to this, in a "pure" way, of course.
Carefull undressing the deceitfull cookie, like a gift made only for him, his so beautifull soulmade. Even with his poor sight, he feasted on the others body. Provoking his most sensitives parts, his nipples, his clit. Call him mean, but how can't he? When the other looks so cute squirming under the provocations, his gentle moans, coming from those lips he pass so much time yearning for. He got on for a simple and little kiss, barely touching the others lips, the other reluctantly trying to keep up with the healer's eager pecs. Pure Vanilla knew he was a virgin and he finded adorable how lost Shadow Milk's was mid kiss, he is more than happy to guide the other. Slowy, the blue cookie "got loose", the arms that was before shyly covering his breasts, hugged the other's neck, his legs that were connected like two magnets, passed through the healer's hips.
He feeled kinda dirty, greedy, the slow romantic kiss turning into a rough make out session. Pratically fucking the deceitfull one mouth with his tougue. What once was a slow rubbing agaist the other's sex, turning into a hard pounding. That divine smug voice Shadow Milk had, could only give muffled moans.
He barely recogize himself, no one would expect him to be this pervert, no one knew the nights he spent fantasizing about this night or how he barely couldn't contain his bulge when the party was over.
He can't believe the sight he created. Shadow Milk's smuged makeup, his mascara tears decorating both his cheeks in trails, the deep blue lipstick spread on his lips, some on his chin, the rest in the Pure Vanilla lips. What seem to be a endless waterfall of mixed cum with juice from his pussy. Oh what a sinfull vision, made by his own hands, what a dirty vision...
Oh but how he loved it, he worked out his magic that night, repeatedly healing both stamina for more and more lustfull acts. Shadow Milk ended that night with his body more white than blue, if you get what i mean.
The sight of his lover's fucked smile, the love bites, hickeys, the way his breasts slight purpled with the rough pulls and squeezes. At that moment, he knew.
He needs to see more.
No one would expect this from the former king, this perversy. No one would expect that the reason why the deceitfull one refuse for kisses is because of how carried away Pure Vanilla gets on them. No one would think that the king hands can't barely be contained around his lover. No would believe that from time from time the healer claims the beast on the gardens.
Maybe this is why is so exciting or is because of the beautifull song his lover's moans are, maybe is because of the slight degradation he gets, all the times he called "pervet" or "dog" by Shadow Milk, just fulled more his desire to have the other cookie behind him, or maybe on top of him. Whatever it is, was long was he can have that piece of heaven in his grasp, he is more than happy.