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Re: The Odd Job (Cindi)
Voltaire, leaning over Cindi, lightly pursed his lips, giving a light 'shh,' intending for her to be quiet. He leaned down to place a light kiss on her lips, before placing his palm over her eyes, and wrapping Cindi's mind in magically woven threads, intent on putting the girl's mind to sleep. And once Cindi had fallen into a deep slumber, Voltaire gingerly pulled himself out from her warm depths, finally allowing her love's cum to seep out of her.
Still laying at her side, the eyes of Ferris shine as she witnesses some of the cum that was trapped inside Cindi's pussy leak out, sliding between her legs, down her ass, and staining the bed. And after feeling content with the decision of Cindi's fate, Ferris gracefully slipped on top of the unconscious girl, her tail swaying slowly, yet intently, as she mounted the brunette girl underneath her. Ferris' wings flexed a little, before she'd regard Voltaire for only a moment. "You may look away, Volti. I'm sure you know I plan to turn her into one of my harem."
Voltaire twisted his lips from where Ferris could not see, not giving any verbal response as he remained content with sitting on the edge of the bed. And from his lack of response, Ferris smiled slightly, "At least you two will be together forever." she chuckled, poking at his emotional nerves, before her eyes would finally rest on Cindi's entire upper body. Through her mind's eye, she could see Cindi's weakened soul quietly resting in a peaceful slumber, vulnerable, and soft. Just weak enough for Ferris to slip inside...
Her wings slowly enclosed themselves around Cindi's sleeping body as Ferris leaned down, her breasts pancaking themselves against Cindi's chest, and her arms embracing the human girl, before her eager tail snaked between the cheeks of her round ass, and wormed it's way between Cindi's thighs. The pink tentacle squished between Cindi's flesh, easily sliding inside her greatly lubricated folds. Her tail not only slid into Cindi's body, but it's sharp point pierced her inner soul as well, throbbing soon after, seeming to pulsate with life, as if injecting some sort of substance from within Ferris' own body, into Cindi's.
On top of the unconscious human, Ferris writhed and wiggled from the pleasure of rubbing on her, as well as the pleasure from the orgasmic experience coming from her tail, pumping, over and over, a vile substance from Ferris' own soul, inside Cindi's weak shimmer of a soul. And after several minutes of contaminating the love broken mercenary girl with a poison not of this world, Ferris embraced Cindi in a final kiss, tasting the scent of Voltaire on Cindi's lips, giggling as she watches Cindi's unconscious reactions, knowing that the poison within Cindi was doing well to torture the girl with powerful dreams of sex and pleasure...
After last seeing Voltaire's hand cover her eyes, Cindi felt herself within the void of slumber. The time that passed her seemed both fast and slow at the same time. By the time her mind would wake, her body would feel as if it hadn't moved in forever, yet after meeting the palm of Voltaire's hand, it seemed to take only a moment before she woke again.
The room she was in was dark, so her eyes did not stain to open, and witness the room around her. Immediately, she'd notice she was wearing clothing not of her own taste. A skimpy, sexy, yet devilish set of bra and panties covered her sensitive areas. And soon after realizing her attire, she would also notice her surroundings.
She was laying on a fairly comfortable bed, in a room fitted for someone very wealthy. The room had red, plush carpeting, rich texture on the wall, many dressers and mirrors, and even a vanity set, highly hinting that the room itself was meant for a woman to occupy it.
A majority of the room's color was red, and several of the artistic drawings in the wallpaper depicted red roses, the exact same kind that Voltaire had given to her. And as the memory would no doubt flash through her mind, Cindi would discover that the very rose she was given before, although now in a more ruined state, was returned to her hair. However, the man who most likely put it there, was not with her in the bed.
Cindi was alone in the quiet room. Not a single sound was to be heard, but the sound of her own breathing...
Voltaire, leaning over Cindi, lightly pursed his lips, giving a light 'shh,' intending for her to be quiet. He leaned down to place a light kiss on her lips, before placing his palm over her eyes, and wrapping Cindi's mind in magically woven threads, intent on putting the girl's mind to sleep. And once Cindi had fallen into a deep slumber, Voltaire gingerly pulled himself out from her warm depths, finally allowing her love's cum to seep out of her.
Still laying at her side, the eyes of Ferris shine as she witnesses some of the cum that was trapped inside Cindi's pussy leak out, sliding between her legs, down her ass, and staining the bed. And after feeling content with the decision of Cindi's fate, Ferris gracefully slipped on top of the unconscious girl, her tail swaying slowly, yet intently, as she mounted the brunette girl underneath her. Ferris' wings flexed a little, before she'd regard Voltaire for only a moment. "You may look away, Volti. I'm sure you know I plan to turn her into one of my harem."
Voltaire twisted his lips from where Ferris could not see, not giving any verbal response as he remained content with sitting on the edge of the bed. And from his lack of response, Ferris smiled slightly, "At least you two will be together forever." she chuckled, poking at his emotional nerves, before her eyes would finally rest on Cindi's entire upper body. Through her mind's eye, she could see Cindi's weakened soul quietly resting in a peaceful slumber, vulnerable, and soft. Just weak enough for Ferris to slip inside...
Her wings slowly enclosed themselves around Cindi's sleeping body as Ferris leaned down, her breasts pancaking themselves against Cindi's chest, and her arms embracing the human girl, before her eager tail snaked between the cheeks of her round ass, and wormed it's way between Cindi's thighs. The pink tentacle squished between Cindi's flesh, easily sliding inside her greatly lubricated folds. Her tail not only slid into Cindi's body, but it's sharp point pierced her inner soul as well, throbbing soon after, seeming to pulsate with life, as if injecting some sort of substance from within Ferris' own body, into Cindi's.
On top of the unconscious human, Ferris writhed and wiggled from the pleasure of rubbing on her, as well as the pleasure from the orgasmic experience coming from her tail, pumping, over and over, a vile substance from Ferris' own soul, inside Cindi's weak shimmer of a soul. And after several minutes of contaminating the love broken mercenary girl with a poison not of this world, Ferris embraced Cindi in a final kiss, tasting the scent of Voltaire on Cindi's lips, giggling as she watches Cindi's unconscious reactions, knowing that the poison within Cindi was doing well to torture the girl with powerful dreams of sex and pleasure...
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After last seeing Voltaire's hand cover her eyes, Cindi felt herself within the void of slumber. The time that passed her seemed both fast and slow at the same time. By the time her mind would wake, her body would feel as if it hadn't moved in forever, yet after meeting the palm of Voltaire's hand, it seemed to take only a moment before she woke again.
The room she was in was dark, so her eyes did not stain to open, and witness the room around her. Immediately, she'd notice she was wearing clothing not of her own taste. A skimpy, sexy, yet devilish set of bra and panties covered her sensitive areas. And soon after realizing her attire, she would also notice her surroundings.
She was laying on a fairly comfortable bed, in a room fitted for someone very wealthy. The room had red, plush carpeting, rich texture on the wall, many dressers and mirrors, and even a vanity set, highly hinting that the room itself was meant for a woman to occupy it.
A majority of the room's color was red, and several of the artistic drawings in the wallpaper depicted red roses, the exact same kind that Voltaire had given to her. And as the memory would no doubt flash through her mind, Cindi would discover that the very rose she was given before, although now in a more ruined state, was returned to her hair. However, the man who most likely put it there, was not with her in the bed.
Cindi was alone in the quiet room. Not a single sound was to be heard, but the sound of her own breathing...