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He stuffs his finger down the hole in my shoulder, the stab of pain like a fiery poker straight through muscle, sinew, bone. (..) His finger retreats with a squelch, and I snarl through bared teeth, (...)
He sniffs his bloody finger, the next words powering out of him with such savagery they're almost tangible against my pebbling skin. 'I can smell it'
It keeps getting worseeee

'I don't want him whipping out his imperial cock for me. Certainly not when he doesn't bother to whip it out for his own folk.'

''You're a handful' His gaze drops to my bust, lifts again, lips curving into a slimy smile. '/more/ than a handul, actually.''

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