#im lovingly sculpting him out of playdough then squashing him with my hands and hes spilling out between my fingers

[batslime]

Still Hungry

Terzo x reader, you let this putrid little thing get his fix of you but he has to clean up after himself.

I don’t write but sometimes I am horny/ get cuteness aggression enough to shit in my hands and clap and paragraphs come out

Nsfw, p GN I think (< I was tired and wrong. He fuckin our pussys!!!), diet femdom? You’re not nice to him but you do love him. You make him eat his own cum. Let me know if there’s smt else I should add here

“Please, il mio tragedia, I’m still hungry” he muttered wetly against your ear. “I want to taste you until I die!”

Both of you were spent but he was parasitic in his desperation for more of you.

Terzo is typically the type of lout to want the work split evenly but had spent the past few hours humping you like a mutt who knows its about to be put down. He gets in these little fits of his where he’s insatiable and practically bursting out of his own skin overwhelmed with desire.

Your canal still sloshed with the physical aftermath of his infatuation and still he asked for more. What a pig. Take, take, take, and calling it “romance” or something. He is so adorable.

“If you are such a neglected, starving little beast” you stab at him, threatening his glassed over, anticipatory stare with your own daggers, “you had better clean up after yourself. You know how much a woman hates to clean up after a slob. How do you ever intend to keep me after making such a mess?”

Terzo immediately, wordlessly hoisted his bare hips off of your own and took most of the smeared overflow of his DNA with him, then threw himself back down on his belly lower down on the bed, planting his mouth directly back where his wimpy little cock had just intruded. He dove his face into you post-haste and extracted his earlier offerings with vigor, banishing it back to which it had once came.

After he had sufficiently sucked your earthly delights clean, he lazily let his face fall to your thighs, smearing his remaining guilt and shame further into your skin. The animal he became when lust gripped him. You’d just as soon hunt it for sport and boast its hide at the foot of your bed.

His suckling at the crease between your pubis and your leg truly did remind you of a newborn animal. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was some deaf, blind lump in search of a nipple to latch to. His enthusiasm was subsiding now, as the post-nut exhaustion finally began beating him back down to Earth, and he nuzzled into your lower body, hands wrapping around the rest of the leg he straddled as eyelids weighed down over worshipping eyes, like Moses refusing to loose sight of the burning bush. Cum still painting his aged face.

You swat a clawed hand to his head and rub his curved nose in it. He shudders in bliss and lets out a contented, whiny groan into you.

“Il mio veleno, grazie…” he just manages before fading away. “I love you more than my last breath. If my heart were to finally give out while I fuck you, it’d be worth it. La fine perfetta per me…” And then he’s gone.

You afford his limp form a smile.

“I know.”