#oops i'm so sorry

[mercymaker]

me: spends nearly 300 hours gathering allies for the final fight

also me: doesn't use a single ally during the final fight

[fentoaster]

has this been done yet

[neigepomme]

cw // NSFW. virginity loss with X-02 / some spoilers for caleb's myth

thinking about the first time with caleb as X-02. buried deep within his memories is this desire to touch you, to experience your warmth, and to find out how you feel wrapped around him — to learn what faces and sounds you make when you eventually fall victim to the overwhelming pleasure.

caleb would take his time, push away all of the thoughts telling him to thrust into you harder and harder in order to satisfy his own wants. instead, he prioritizes you, just like he's always done. he taught you about the warmth of one another, showed you what happiness feels like, and made you feel alive.

he would be the first to teach you what euphoria feels like, and he'd be so sweet — but not too soft. caleb knows what's best for you, but his heart still clenches when he sees you grimace in discomfort at first. your pain receptors may have been dulled by the researchers at OTHAN, but you're still capable of knowing what pain is, and despite your body having experienced numerous wounds in battle, adjusting to caleb's size is still a challenge.

just like the first time when he exchanged energy with you, a wave of cold discomfort washes over you, but his arms embrace your body, keeping you in place while you gasp and clench around him in order to get used to that feeling of fullness. caleb knows what's good for you, and letting you squirm and run away from him isn't a good thing. so he kisses your face softly, starting with your forehead, then your eyes, cheeks, and finally, your lips — the tenderness of it all a stark contrast from the bruising grip he has on your hips as he bottoms out into you.

eventually, the discomfort subsides, and you see your expression reflected in caleb's eyes. your flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, the quiet whimpers and moans falling from your lips. in between pants, you speak softly and wrap your arms around his neck.

"is this.. euphoria?"

your tone and curiosity, carrying hints of longing and hidden desires, act like aphrodisiacs for caleb. in your field of vision, you see drops of sweat trickle down his forehead, and he's mirroring your red cheeks — his dazed expression, full of adoration amplifying the strange tightening sensation you feel in your lower stomach. he just smiles at you before nodding, pressing another delicate kiss to your lips before moving his mouth on your neck, suckling purple bruises near your pulse point.

without your exoskeletons on, you can feel his warmth, and it's like you've uncovered the taste of the forbidden fruit. greedily, your hands shift from his neck to his back, and you try to move your hips in an attempt to meet his thrusts, seeking out more of this warmth, more of this feeling — trying to release the tight coil in your stomach.

"do you feel good?"

it's caleb's turn to ask a question, and in response, all you can do is moan and drag your nails softly down his back, careful not to scratch him too hard. you shake your head yes, and it's so hard to formulate sentences, when all you can think of is caleb. his name repeats like a mantra in your mind before making its way to your lips. you call for him, unaware of what you're even seeking. that is until it clicks for you, spoken through your body like a fact that the universe itself decreed.

you're seeking caleb out.

"wanna feel more warmth, wanna feel you more — wanna be one with you, caleb."

in response, caleb's eyes widen, and he moans, pressing himself against your body more, his hips driving into you harder than before. his restraints slowly die down as he observes your mannerisms when you get closer and closer to your release — mesmerized by the way you clench down on him involuntarily, the way you arch your back to meet his chest. his hand moves down to rub tight circles against your clit, making the volume of your cries for him increase tenfold.

when you inevitably reach your high, all you can do is babble caleb's name repeatedly, as you cup his cheeks, your foreheads pressed together. you can practically feel caleb's heart beating against yours, syncing up as the speed of his thrusts increases. you look down to where the two of you are joined, and the visual stimuli of his cock sliding in and out of you, covered in your slick and his pre-cum sends your mind and body into overdrive, moaning harder and harder as caleb's motions grow more frantic, desperate. eventually, the pace between his thrusts becomes uneven, and you feel his warm release shoot into your womb. his voice rougher yet laced with devotion as he comes, and the weight of his words reach your hazy mind.

"i love you i love you i love you — fuck, i love you so much."

breathing hard, he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight. both of your bodies spent, yet feeling so fulfilled. stroking his hair softly, the way he did with you, you repeat his words to him, and although you don't quite understand them, they feel right. he feels right, and you wouldn't trade this unknown feeling for anything in the world.

"i love you, caleb."

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[toktopus-art]

happy halloween 👻 it's haunted house time again

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[madbalalaika]

Commission for @wind-up-nhaama, fem!OC Odette Tavelyen x Gale! I had an absolute blast working on this piece. Thank you once again! ✨

info & commissions

[lsdoiphin]

like if you would ask her what's wrong

reblog to wipe away her tears

[beets]

baby, bi bi bi

[tcustodisart]

Whenever I drew Connie with a single dandelion behind his ear this scene was playing in my head like wii channel music.

[rosemarytrash]

this is so needlessly chaotic but so is act 4 so really if you think about it i'm imbibing the spirit of it all into a lot of gaussian blurring

[vee-is-a-clown]

My entry for the wonderful @klance-daydreams DTIYS!!

Alternate and original under the cut

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN ✧₊⁺ SKZ CODE EPISODE 61

[starcurtain]

Hello! I just saw your latest post and you might have been referring to my ask if it was the one about Ratiorine's differing philosophies or of what philosophies they abide by (existentialism, absurdism, etc) then that's me! If you weren't referring to that I apologize for the confusion. Sending it off anon this time so maybe it doesn't disappear 🥲

Sorry for the ask disappearing the first time; I'm not sure what happened, and I was so sad because I had been carefully holding on to it to answer it! I'm glad you were able to resend.

I do have to say first that philosophy is not my area of expertise, so there may be much more qualified philosophy buffs out there who can answer this more accurately than me, but I'll give it a go with my personal understandings of the characters:

First, Ratio is the easier of the two I think. As many people have said, he's a good fit for existentialism. His entire shtick is basically believing in the power of the individual to improve and enrich their own life, to fight valiantly regardless of the hardships imposed by their life's circumstances, and to make themself into a better person by their own choices.

It's important to underscore that this means Ratio believes in self-determination, in the idea that people's lives are not foreordained but are actually actively shaped each day by personal decisions. Therefore, people have inherent freedom to decide the course of their own lives by accepting what they approve of, refusing to accept what they disapprove of, and harnessing their own individual power to ultimately achieve self-actualization.

Essentially, Ratio works under the impression that life is not guided by something as intangible as destiny, and no matter where you start off in life, what ultimately happens to you is within your control (or at least within the control of whoever controls you). This is likely a small part of why it grates on him so badly that he wasn't recognized by Nous, because the fact that one can dedicate everything to a goal and still not achieve that goal runs contrary to his central philosophy.

If he believes that people have the power to determine the course of their own lives, then what does it say about him, who fought so hard to do exactly as he claims even idiots can do--seize control his own fate--and yet didn't succeed? Are there some things outside of man's power? It's enough to make even a renowned doctor question himself, and Ratio decided to come out on the side of "It's a personal failing, not a flaw in my philosophy." He literally said "Skill issue" to himself.

Changing tack a tiny bit here, I think it's also important to emphasize that there is a difference between existentialism and nihilism even though these philosophies dovetail. Again, I'm not an expert in philosophy, so my understanding is very limited, but the basic idea of existentialism is that "existence comes before essence"--that is, things start as a blank slate and gain nature and meaning after the fact. We are not created by some grand design, nor is there any inherent "purpose for living." Things just exist because they exist.

This is where existentialism intersects with nihilism, at the starting point that existence is inherently meaningless. But, in my personal opinion, nihilism as a philosophy fails to move beyond that. Pure nihilism is ultimately self-defeating because it leaves us with no motivation to commit to growth. It's a philosophy antithetical to the continuation of life as we know it. Existence is meaningless and any meaning you personally derive from existence is also meaningless, so why bother attempting to derive any meaning at all? This complete apathy is the Device IX that Star Rail paints as so dangerous.

And Ratio is not this way at all. His philosophy absolutely reaffirms that life can have meaning, so long as people create that meaning for themselves. He simultaneously asserts that anything that people create is not meaningless ...which basically means that meaning itself cannot be meaningless. (If that makes any sense to anyone.)

Frankly, I would argue that this philosophy may be a core part of why Ratio has not been recognized by Nous so far, rather than simply his "being a good person." (Nous is a robotic AI super-computer, why would THEY care about the presence or lack of human empathy?) Ultimately, Ratio's central philosophy about people being capable of determining their own fates and purposes also applies to his understanding of knowledge--knowledge is not something which is inherent in certain beings from birth or limited to the purview of the "special" (geniuses), but is attainable by all people. People are not "born talented" or "born untalented," they are simply "educated" or "uneducated," with the only barrier between these categories being one's own personal willingness to change. The mundane can become the divine--if they work hard enough at it.

Thus, knowledge is not wealth to be hoarded, but a currency to be spent to enrich other members of humanity.

(By the way, completely random aside--it also surprises me that everyone relates Ratio to Alhaitham from Genshin when they literally have such a glaring fundamental discrepancy in their understanding of the concept of wisdom... But anyway, back on topic!)

Ratio may (sort of) respect the members of the Genius Society, may recognize their incredible knowledge and abilities, but at the heart of the matter lies a single all-important question: Does Ratio even really believe in "genius" as a distinction (other than as a concept to insult himself)? Does he truly believe there is barrier between brilliance and idiocy that "ordinary people" can never cross?

He speaks convincingly about geniuses being different from "the ordinary," but if his core belief is that people have the power to pull themselves up out of despair and achieve greatness through effort and self-development, rather than some form of luck or god-given talent at birth, then... do born "geniuses" even really exist? Is there really an insurmountable difference between brilliant and mundane?

If knowledge is the equalizer of all sentient beings, do we not all have at least the initial capacity to become geniuses?

I personally think this central distinction about the capacity for knowledge among all humanity is the actual deciding factor in Ratio's rejection from the Genius Society, because, at the end of the day... how do you become a member of the "Genius Society" when you fundamentally reject the distinction of "genius" as an exclusive category from the start?

Ratio wants to share knowledge and uplift everyone (even if he thinks most people are starting off at the rock bottom known as idiocy).

His mission is diametrically opposed to the concept of a "Genius Society" in the first place.

He wanted in to the cool kids club because he desperately craves validation and acceptance, but the philosophical values of the Genius Society are ultimately incompatible with his own. In short, he would have to cease to be "Veritas Ratio" to succeed in joining the geniuses.

Okay, okay, back to the original point again, and just one more note about Ratio: Even though existentialism also goes hand-in-hand with absurdism, I don't think Ratio is far enough down the philosophical rabbit hole to believe in the wider definition of absurdism. Although I think he does agree with the inherent meaninglessness of existence, I don't think he views existence itself as truly irrational and the universe as as manifestation of unknowable chaos. I think he'd at least like to imagine that there are some ontological principles and inherent laws governing the operations of reality, and I think he does believe that certain things can be predicted with the application of enough thought... He certainly seems to believe in some form of "objective truth," at the very least.

I think he'd at least like to believe the universe is semi-orderly, even if he might deep down admit this is also wishful thinking.

So, to me he reads as a strong metaphor for pure existentialism, with deliberate rejections to both nihilism's apathy and absurdism's lean toward solely subjective reality.

PHEW, this is already long and I still have a whole other character to talk about... I had more to say about this topic than I thought. Sorry for the long read!

Anyway... Aventurine.

I've seen all sorts of things thrown around for Aventurine's philosophy, and while I think he does inherit a bit of Acheron's absurdism by the end of 2.1, I actually don't think Aventurine is an absurdist, an existentialist, or a nihilist.

I think Aventurine is a struggling fatalist.

He doesn't like it. We see him actively question it, but ultimately, he does come back to the concept of destiny over and over.

First, I think it's important to draw a clear distinction between Ratio and Aventurine: Ratio's existentialism is a philosophy that technically works even in a theological vacuum. Nous doesn't have to exist for Ratio's philosophy to function. Ratio's belief in the self-determination of humanity is, in fact, somewhat opposed to belief in aeons in the first place, and only works because technically the aeons of Star Rail used to be human (or were originally human creations). It's essentially an atheist viewpoint.

But Aventurine is a religious character. Like, he's just... religious. That's a fact about him. Even though we do hear his doubts, at the end of the day, he actually believes in Gaiathra, and believing in a omniscient supernatural being that is not human in origin (is from outside the aeon system) comes with a whole set of philosophical foundations that most aeon-worshipping characters just don't have in Star Rail. (Sunday is the obvious exception here, by the way.)

Kakavasha's like the one practicing pagan in the middle of an atheist convention. Awkward.

Being more serious: Religion requires faith. Faith requires the ability to believe in things you cannot verify with empirical facts. To believe in things you can only feel, never see. The belief that a goddess is watching over you, blessing you, and guiding you requires you to also accept the idea that events in your life are not always in your own control--that some of what occurs to you is decided by powers beyond your comprehension.

In essence, faith requires belief in fate. And that leads to fatalism.

No matter how much he doesn't like it, no matter how much we see him struggle with it, Aventurine does actually seem to believe in the concept of fate. He believes that some events in life are destined to occur, that some things are outside of individuals' control, and that ultimately not everything can be changed.

This is the dead opposite of Ratio's mindset: No matter how hard we fight, how far we push ourselves... in the end, sometimes people fail. Sometimes the only answer to our endless struggles is that we die, as we were destined to, before ever achieving the greatness we sought or the futures we were promised.

As an aside, I don't think faith or religion are necessarily the only factors connecting Aventurine to this particular philosophy either. Even removing theological aspects from the conversation, his extreme focus on the gambling aesthetic suggests a strong connection to fatalism too--if not a goddess, then one's fate may as well be in the hands of luck itself, of the whims of the rolling dice--or the push and pull of "powers that be," those figures of authority in the room where it happens, who make their shady deals according to preset rules and expectations, every bet resulting in an ultimately predictable outcome.

(He keeps gambling and gambling, hoping that he'll get a different result than the one he knows is inevitable...)

This is, of course, an inherently pessimistic mindset, a perfect dark-mirror to Ratio's deep-down optimism. Fatalism puts humanity into a position of powerlessness. All hopes and dreams are given over to the goddess, by whose judgment and whims the actual events of one's life are decided. Pain and poverty are inevitable trials. Suffering and death are foreordained.

And yet Aventurine has to cling to this, as much as he doubts it, as much as he hates the idea that things in his life are beyond his power to control.

Because if fate doesn't exist... If it wasn't destiny, if the tragedies of his life weren't trials from the goddess, if things weren't supposed to go this way... Then every single thing in his life really is meaningless. Everything he suffered, everyone he loved and loss, his mother's and sister's sacrifices, the torment he went through--just sheer bad luck. All of it, completely and utterly meaningless.

How can you convince yourself to keep living, in the face of such supreme and all-encompassing Nihility?

This is the central struggle of Aventurine's character, the actual mental and emotional journey we see him undertaking from 2.0 to 2.1. He is literally on the precipice, swinging between a viewpoint that he hates--his fatalistic belief in destiny--and an entirely self-defeating philosophy--nihilism--whose only possible final outcome is suicide.

This is what his talk with Acheron at the end of 2.1 is all about. This is how she saves him. In that final cutscene, we witness Aventurine reach a mental compromise, managing to finally reconcile his necessary faith in the concept of destiny with the reality that life may truly begin meaningless--but beginning meaningless does not mean staying meaningless, and believing in destiny does not bar you from making your own choices or finding your own purpose in life.

Later on in Penacony's story, we literally see Acheron use Ratio's philosophy to reject the same nihility that crept into Aventurine's:

Acheron wards off nihility's apathy through an absurdism all her own, but one which manages to enclose both Ratio's and Aventurine's otherwise incompatible mindsets: We have no way of ever knowing for certain whether the events of our lives are fated or mere nonsense. We have no way of knowing if our choices are our own or foreordained. But we don't need to know this to find meaning and value in them. Whether life is nothing more than unpredictable chaos or a predetermined pattern of cause and effect, what matters is what you make of it.

Ultimately, I think that this post has really helped me recognize just how well Aventurine and Ratio work as philosophical foils.

They really are perfect opposites.

Aventurine's fatalism is deterministic, while Ratio's existentialism is self-deterministic. Aventurine's philosophy is inherently pessimistic; Ratio's is inherently optimistic. Ratio's philosophy operates on a core belief in the freedom of humanity to decide their own paths in life, while Aventurine hates but does ultimately believe that people aren't really in control, that even if no gods are guiding us, we can't rise above our own natures. Ratio's philosophy makes meaning from growth; Aventurine's makes meaning from loss...

And they both struggle with fundamental doubts in their own philosophies, core questions that are directly tied to their own lives. Aventurine worries that his faith might be misplaced, that destiny might not exist, and that everything he suffered might have been in pointless, empty vain. Ratio faces the crisis of recognizing that his core belief in the power of humankind to determine their own paths and make their own meaning might not actually apply to everyone--because it doesn't seem to apply to himself.

It's literally only by bridging this philosophical binary with Acheron's anti-Nihility absurdist rhetoric that we can reach some sort of healthy outcome. That's why it takes both Ratio's note and Acheron's comments to finally lead Aventurine to acceptance. Ratio probably needs a little bit of Aventurine's "If you didn't make it into the Genius Society, there's got to be a reason" mindset to finally reach some peace with his situation too.

I'm not even a philosophy expert and even I can see that there's really only one takeaway here: These two characters were totally written with each other in mind.

Aventurine and Ratio need each other on core metaphysical levels! 😂

It's so good guys. You can't see it, but I'm making chef's kisses, I promise.

[momomallowart]

This is the only time I'll draw Hawks, so eat up ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ✨

[starflungwaddledee]

⭐🎀🏆🎉 a wa wa winner! 🎉🏆🎀⭐

i'm running late on getting this out, but i'm still reeling over the results of the @kirbyoctournament! i can't quite believe that starstruck- my pint sized waddle dee- made it all the way to the tippy-top against such intense competition. the roster was full of such an incredible selection of wonderful, loveable, and creative characters!

it's heart-warming to know that people out there really love my little wanya and her story, and i'll carry that with me always! 🥰💖

i am so grateful to everybody who voted for and supported starstruck (and i!) throughout the tournament, and i'd also like to give my thanks to everybody- moderators, participants, spectators- who made this community event as cool and fun as it was!! i met many new people and learned about so many wonderful new characters!

this piece in particular is dedicated to and features all of starstruck's competitors in the tourney, starting with jakkle doo from round one, right up to valfrey in the final round. it was a fantastic honour to compete against all of your OCs, and i look forward to hopefully seeing them around plenty more in the future!!

thank you again!!

characters are listed from bottom to top; round 1 vs jakkle doo by @ninjakirkki, round 2 vs galacchio by @tatonslice, round 3 vs atlas by @unleashedsonic, round 4 vs mama d by @chibifox2002, round 5 vs parhelion knight by @aseuki, round 6 vs techie by @ivynajspyder, and the round 7 final vs valfrey by @gethoce

[lilithschosen]

Strapwarming with overstimulation and some light choking? Perhaps sitting back to front?Someone’s getting tortured deliciously

both of these said perhaps so i can only assume you submitted both prompts. so pls allow me to bundle them and deliver filth because i am ovulating and cannot be trusted to be normal rn!!!

When Agatha walks in the front door after finishing her yardwork, she wholeheartedly wasn't expecting to find Rio with her legs spread on the couch.

Naked.

Except for a harness and a pretty green toy standing proud and tall between her thighs.

"Hey, handsome," Rio says, leaning on the arm of the couch, "I thought I would reward you for doing such a good job with the yard."

She grips the base of the toy, her hand sliding up until her fingers curl around the tip. Agatha's jaw drops, mouth immediately drying from the action.

"Well?"

She kicks off her boots, reaching to take her damp grey tank top off before Rio stops her verbally.

"Just take your pants and boxers off, baby," her hand slowly sinks back to the base of the toy where she keeps it there, dark eyes watching every move Agatha makes. She pats her thigh with her other hand, "Get over here."

Agatha drops her pants, kicking them as she steps out toward Rio. The boxers follow with a quick finger hooking under the waistband before they drop below her ass, leaving her naked from the waist down.

Rio lifts her hand from her thigh, hand extended out to take Agatha's once she's close enough. "God, look at you. You're such a good boy for me, Agatha."

Agatha strains a groan, throat bobbing as she swallows the sound back down in her chest to not sound as pathetically needy as she feels. Rio just gives her a knowing smile, tugging her forward to sit in her lap.

Agatha raises her leg to straddle her, but Rio stops her yet again.

"Oh no, my love," she guides Agatha's leg back to the floor before twisting her at her hips, "I want your back to me, gonna have you warm my strap for a while."

Agatha's eyebrows pull together, "I thought this was a reward?"

"Oh, it will be."

Agatha turns around cautiously, jumping from Rio's hand grabbing one of her ass cheeks before it grips her hip. She eases backwards, one leg lifting up to tuck between Rio's side and the couch, then the other against Rio's other side.

She's positioned higher than the toy, feeling the warm silicone against her lower belly draws her eyes down to look at it. Rio chuckles under her breath, resituating her hand on the base of the toy.

Agatha delicately layers her own hand over Rio's on the silicone, fingers wrapping around Rio's own. "What else are you planning?"

"Where's the fun in telling you?" Rio asks, tilting the toy down before pulling it back up to let it tap against Agatha's skin. "I bet you're soaked just from the thought of being at my mercy, sweet thing."

Agatha shifts her hips, raising them so the back of Rio's knuckles can feel how wet she was in the moment. Rio groans, laughing into the sound she made as she moves her hand to let the toy rest against Agatha's folds.

"Think you can take me?"

Agatha nods, mumbling a quiet "uh-huh" as she lifts up on her knees to line the toy up with her entrance. Rio doesn't stop her, instead pressing her fingers into Agatha's hip to push her down further.

The tip struggles to slip in for a moment before Agatha reaches down, spreading her folds apart with a hand and gasps. She sinks down onto it easily, sitting straight up in Rio's lap.

"Such a good boy," Rio coos, snaking her hand between Agatha's legs to rub a brief, lazy circle around her clit. "How do I feel inside of you, baby?"

Agatha exhales a shallow breath, "Can't."

Rio hums in response, grinning from ear to ear as she rubs tighter circles around Agatha's clit. "Try again, handsome."

Agatha blinks hard, eyelids held together tight before finally opening again. Rio's other hand slides up over her tank top, between her breasts, until it settles around her throat. She squeezes the sides gently, fingertips holding for a second before releasing.

"So good!" Agatha chokes out, "So fucking good, so fucking good, Rio."

Rio rubs harder at Agatha's clit, a rough press with the pads of her fingertips that has her panting. Agatha's back arches as she nears her quickly building pleasure before Rio stops.

She drags a manicured nail across the sensitive, throbbing nub and drops her hand onto Agatha's thigh.

"Not yet."

Agatha falls back against Rio's chest, head rolling to the side. "Not fair, this isn't a reward. This is torture."

Rio's hand around Agatha's throat tightens again, making her cunt tighten around the toy. She whimpers, lips dragging across Rio's jaw.

"You're so good for me, you know that?" Rio asks, not expecting a response. "You've been working so hard around the house, you've been busting your ass at work. Not to mention, your communication with me has improved."

"I want you to keep up with your communication. Tell me why you need to cum."

She pumps the toy deeper into Agatha's core with a subtle drive of her hips causing Agatha to moan louder than expected.

The plan initially of Agatha warming her strap begins to fade as a new one forms.

Agatha grunts, harsh consonants spilling from her mouth until Rio's fingers find her clit again. She groans, mouth agape before she forces herself to focus.

"'M so close already," she licks her lips, biting down to ground herself. "Been wound so tight I might burst."

Rio's eyes widen, eyebrows jumping to her hairline momentarily. "I like the sound of that."

"No, wait. I didn't mean-."

Rio thrusts the toy in and out, in and out, full and then empty again. Agatha's eyes roll into her head, pressing her face into Rio's neck as she cries out her pleas for release. Rio just laughs under her breath, slipping the toy fully out before sheathing it deep.

"Keep telling me, baby," Rio huffs, her lower abdominal muscles beginning to ache from rapid use but she carries on anyway. "Use your words for me."

"Wanna- fuck," Agatha attempts, grinding her teeth together as she tries again. "Wanna be so good for you, Rio. Let me be so good."

Rio's fingers rub roughly against her clit, holding down onto the swollen bundle of nerves and swirling it around. Agatha tenses, feeling the orgasm build once more but this time different.

"Oh," she calls out, eyes open again as it grows. Her veins feel on fire under her skin, spreading a warmth through her body she never felt before. "Rio, I think- oh, god. I think I'm gonna-."

The hand around her throat tightens again. Her throat bobs against Rio's fingers, straining against it.

"Beg for it."

Agatha exhales through her teeth with each thrust into her cunt, just on the edge of it all. "Please, mommy. Please I need it. I'm so, so close."

The hand at her throat drops, now palm flat beneath her belly button and she presses down. Her clit aches from overuse, burning with each motion Rio creates against it.

"Cum for me, Agatha."

Stars explode behind her eyes at the permission. She screams out Rio's name, releasing every ounce of pleasure she held back. Rio feels the silicone cock driving into Agatha through her skin, holding it down while Agatha cums hard.

Rio feels the wetness before she realizes that Agatha was correct in stating she would burst.

"Fuck, babe," Rio pumps her hips into Agatha, once slowing but now picking up again. "So good. My perfect, good boy."

Agatha's body shivers, grabbing onto the arm of the couch as Rio continues to fuck her. Her brain short circuited long ago, no longer able to string along a sentence as she babbles in a whiny, high voice.

"Give me another, Agatha."

Agatha's walls flutter around the toy, milking it for all she can take as Rio coaxes a second orgasm from her. She mumbles into Rio's neck, hand pawing at the strap she was riding for a reprieve.

The orgasm was smaller, thankfully, but still has her gushing around the toy. She cries out with a sloppy expletive, drawing it out until she slumps fully against Rio behind her.

Rio lifts her hand between Agatha's thighs up to rest on her pubic bone, twirling the thick, coarse hair around her fingertips.

"All mine," Rio mutters, "My pretty boy."

She presses a kiss to the side of Agatha's head, breathing in her inherent scent of the gentle floral soap they both use and sweat from her manual labour.

Agatha can only blink slowly in response, still limp against Rio.

"Maybe next time you'll last longer for me."