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Butterflies in the Stomach - [cover art]

Read the Prologue of my newest Fan Fiction!

[stardancerluv]

There Will Never Be Another You

Part Two

Summary: New developments for Wilhelm & Reader.

Warning: Dated speak, date feelings about things, and female/male relationship dynamics.

All ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome!

Two Weeks Later

“What are we, I am going to do with you gone?” You cried. Tears prickled your eyes.

“We will be, you will be alright. You have your mother and father,” He rose his eyebrows “and my mum will be here for you as well.”

You nodded.

He was set to leave for Basic training the dawn after next.

The two of you had been lucky. When they found out his fluency in German and him being a medical student, he was able to put his life in order as they said.

What order? You were a mess.

Gently, he pulled back and cupped your chin. “Darling, you are one of the most determined girl I have ever met. You will be alright.”

You flushed. “You think so?”

“Remember, how much you fought for us?”

You nodded.

Your father despite liking him wasn’t terribly sure, he wanted his only daughter and to marry a pre-med, German transplant in his eyes. Though in the end, your wit and charm; and how much you truly loved Wihelm, made your father step aside. It had been a big step but in the end, he allowed you to first date then go onto marry him.

You chuckled. “It’s not everyday, I meet the most charming German, this side of the Atlantic.”

Now, it was his time to look flustered. “I got alot of that from my mum.”

“And you got her strength.”

“She is a good woman.”

“She certainly is.” You now gave him a smile. It took the tears away for now. “Its a lot to be pre-med and being bilingual.”

*******

You cleared the table after dinner.

“I will certainly miss this.” Wilhelm, smiled at you as you grabbed the plate that sat in front on him on the table. “A delicious home cooked meal.” He sighed contently.

“You better.” You chuckled. “Just don’t you get used to having access to German food, when you get over there.” You peeked into the small dining room from the doorway it shared with the kitchen.

“Never!” He gave you a mock aghast. “Nothing, could ever top what you make for me.” He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat back with a sigh.

*******

You rinsed and washed the dishes quickly. A moment away from Wilhelm with time being so precious was too long. Drying your hands, you quickly loosened then removed your apron.

Coming into the living room you gasped he had lit a fire and had some music on low playing from the radio.

Tears shimmed in your eyes.

“Babydoll, may I have this dance?” He held out his hand to you.

@amethyst-serenade

[mofina-desdita]

Annually at the Katze plains, war mages of the empire are cut down and stepped on by the peasant army of the kingdom.

After the conflict they are stripped of their robes and trinkets and left for the crows, after some years of the body accumulating negative energy filled with resentment they rise to desperately express their anger.

But not this one, she had fallen in the last annual war. Something simply fed her the dark power needed to walk again, without any of resentment normally within it.

With a skeletal body, some memories of magic, a wish to know who had given life to her, and an obsession to learn arcane secrets. Her quest once again begins.

[the-blind-geisha]

Demiurge of the Seventh Realm

A/N: I wanted to write this little snippet. The idea kept floating around in my head, and—seeing as it was from an old fanfic I wrote called Wind Knoll’s Curse—I wanted to write the one scene that hasn't left me since. But with Demiurge. He's a different type of Demiurge than I usually write—a more understanding and kinder variant. ♥

Rated: SFW Warnings: Sickness, death

Words: 1366

She knew her time was creeping steadily to an end.

All that was once vibrant had slowly turned to ash. She would be leaving behind a daughter—her husband…However, her mind focused more on her daughter than the man she married. For her own personal reasons.

Her eyes looked from the IV solution bag, down to her desk right beside her bed. There laid the holy text that was devoted to His name. The leather binding was old, nearly worn away by time. It was a treasured item in her family, passed down from one priest to another when working in the Blazing Inferno Temple. The cover housed a beautiful pair of angelic wings, wreathed in flame.

He was their savior—their everything. The town wouldn't exist without him.

Demiurge of the Seventh Realm.

With what strength she had, she grabbed the old book and turned to the last page she had bookmarked. She could hardly focus on the words, leaving her to feel defeated as she closed the pages and put the book back down on the desk.

“I pray I served you well as you so requested,” she whispered, stifling a cough that triggered in her throat.

Unlike some of the others appointed under him after their ritual, she wasn't blessed with being able to see him. Very few were. At times, she felt alienated by that fact. It were as though the ones that could actually see him would shy away from anything regarding his appearance or what he sounded like. If his words were meant to be heard, they would speak on his behalf to the ‘Blind Ones’.

A Blind One… How she loathed that title. A priest shouldn't have such a title to begin with. She was one of the few that did. Not the only one, but all the same, she felt as though she had done something wrong in her upbringing under his beloved name to be refused to see him.

The lightning split open the sky, the thunderous roar following after in the distance. Her heart felt tight in her chest. She wished more than ever she could go to her daughter. She knew this storm would upset her.

Her breathing was starting to feel thinner, as though something was strangling her. Eyes looking about the dark room, she noted how much harder it was to focus. There was a chair in her bedroom, back near the corner adjacent to her bed. It was empty but…for whatever reason, she felt like something was there. Like she had to keep looking just to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

“I did good…didn’t I…?” she asked quietly in the dark.

Eyes drifting up to the ceiling fan, she huffed out a sigh of sorts. She didn't want her loved ones to see her like this. The moment the doctor explained she didn't have much longer, she asked him to lead her daughter and husband out of the room after the final words were spoken.

Her body shook, reminding the frail woman she was in pain. The worst thing about being in a secluded town that was surrounded by endless fog, it was impossible to find better help than what was in the town already.

Once more, her eyes drifted back to the chair, seeing as it remained empty. Upon the next lightning flash, however, the shadows that played tricks on her failing sight showed someone sitting there this time—his legs crossed and hands folded on his knee. His black hair was slicked back and elf ears were evident in his design. The pinstriped red suit was difficult to see in the dark, but the lightning would offer her what aid it could.

“Wh-Who…Who are you?”

The elf raised a hairless brow at her question. “You can see me?”

She struggled to breathe, nodding at the question. “I-I can…! Who are you…!”

The creature stood, showing off the metal tail behind him. It was intimidating in appearance. He stood over her, the glasses he wore reflecting the poor lighting near her bed. His frown was one of concern, not of anger or resentment. Before he could even hope to answer, he noticed her struggling to handle the spasms of pain in her body. The devilish creature reached forward and placed his hand on her chest to cast a spell.

It was a warm, soothing spell that did its best to heal the disease that had crippled the woman.

Noticing her vitals still, he sighed to himself as his fist curled near his own chest. “Forgive me. That’s the best I can offer.”

“Who…Who are you…?” She wanted to know, even if a part of her figured she might already know the truth.

He turned, looking at the fake idol of himself that rested on her desk. Gently, he took it into his hand and turned it towards her. “Demiurge of the Seventh Realm. And you, Yulesca, are my priest.”

Her lower lip quivered, not sure how to respond to any of this. The very angel she thought she was worshiping was actually a devil. Her mind went blank. Everything she knew was a lie? In a way, she felt cheated. Regardless, he was kind… It was…unexpected.

Tears streamed down her face as the devil sat beside her. “You are not an angel…? You are a demon…”

He nodded, clasping his fingers in his lap once more.

“Why do you tell no one of this?”

“Imagine your reaction but a thousand times worse,” Demiurge insisted. “It would lead to my monuments shattered and people dying left and right as my name grows into obscurity. The fact people are ignorant to my presence is a blessing in disguise. So says my other comrades in arms whom you all worship.”

“But you are a demon…!”

Demiurge struggled to answer at first till a proper response made root upon his tongue. “Demons are far from unjust. We give something in exchange for something else. Can you say we are unfair in this?”

She shook her head to the best of her ability.

“I cannot say human sacrifice is what I value. Animals slaughtered would do just as well.” He fixed his glasses upon his nose. “However, trying to even get my High Priest Listeners to speak of this does nothing. Humans will continue to be ignorant and mindless like sheep. There is very little I can say or do to those who cannot hear or see me. I might as well speak to the wind.”

“I can…I can see you now though,” she reminded him, feeling some form of comfort in this.

“Because you are dying,” Demiurge said softly. “You are closer to my realm now than you were several moments ago.” He moved his gloved hand upon her forehead, trying to calm her further. The devil noted her reaction of relief. “You can even feel me.”

“Please,” she begged in a near voiceless whisper, “tell me you will look after my daughter and my husband.”

Demiurge frowned all the more, thinking of the two of them. He would rather watch Yulesca’s daughter than her husband. That man was a dreadful being he would sooner see slaughtered.

But he didn't speak of that. It was better to let a soul lay to rest peacefully than become a mindless demon full of rage he could not control.

“Of course,” he answered. “Perhaps, when the time comes, I will see to it that your daughter takes your place at my side.”

Yulesca smiled at that thought, closing her eyes with a breathed out, “Thank you…”

“As for your earlier question—if you served me well—you did. And I will treasure your memory in my realm.”

Yulesca started to cry, unable to control herself at hearing such high praise. 

Demiurge looked at the candle, which was burning brightly, on her desk. “Go to sleep now,” he instructed, moving his hand closer to the flame. “When you wake up, you will be in a better place.”

Without a single sign of showing pain, he brought his thumb and index finger together to squash the flame. The smoke snaked from his fingers and all laid silent in the woman’s bedroom.

[blazes-books]

💜FIC UPDATE💜

Curse of Eden now has chapter 15!

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(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง And after an eight month hiatus, I’ve updated.

Ignore the old username

[remedy-inc]

★ Eyes of Ice | Contents ★

Fandom: Overlord 

Pairing: Demiurge/Ramiel

Summary: Ramiel, an archangel flame of the eighth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, never served as anything but a scarecrow. Demiurge, the Guardian of the seventh floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, has never been entrusted with a mission to raise himself a loyal berserker. Despite all odds, these creatures of the Supreme Beings were destined to grow closer to one another. Anyways, Demiurge was all loving when it came to his fellow inhabitants of Nazarick. Is there love in the other's eyes?

Rating: R

Genres: Fanfiction, Romance, Slash, Yaoi, OOC, AU, OMC (Original Male Character)

A/N: English is not my first language and I’m not much of a writer. Anyways, hope you enjoy.

★ Prologue ☆ Part 1: Curiouser and curiouser  ☆ Part 2: Delve deeper into the darkness ☆ Part 3: The good, the bad, the dead ☆ Part 4: Inscrutable ☆ Part 5: S-Tier Service ☆ Part 6: Hollow Knight ☆ Part 7: Slow and low on a tightrope ☆ Part 8: Falling, Fallen ★ Epilogue

[27nox]

(New Overlord: Chapter 1)

Bet e.e

[helluvabun]

cannon

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

[squidbulborb]

Butterflies in the Stomach- [Chilling Sensation]

Read the latest chapter of my Fan Fiction!

[iarrelm]

"Velvette snapped a picture with Husk giving a grin in the background. He was enjoying this whole meeting thoroughly." - Chapter 5 of Ace of Finch by Ace_of_Many_Cards on Ao3.

This fic is so good. I'm in love with it. Husk and Velvette's friendship makes me insane they're so adorable and hilarious.

I highly recommend it!!!! It's a Huskerdust, Overlord Husk au and it is amazing!!

Bonus: here's the post with no text

[selvyyr]

I loved your work so much I came back imagine a columbia reader genshin impact

Her being angel looking demon overlord but how whoud the overlords react to her she looks so pretty and adorable but she is feard so looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you.

I love how mysterious she is and her disingn looks so beautiful.

QUITE FUNNY THAT I HAVE COLUMBINA!READER FIC ON MY WATTPAD LMAOO AND OFC!FEEL FREE TO REQUEST!

|MASTERLIST!|

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MELODY DEMON

↪People don't know if you are fallen angel nor sinner..But you appeared around the 1600-1800 year..

↪You had two tiny pair of wings around your head while one pair of wings on your back..You almost looked like an angel..

↪When you first appeared in hell..You almost killed most of the overlords and made alot of deals with sinners somehow..

↪You always spoke in sweet and caring voice with gentle smile and touch..

↪People called you "the melody demon" because of your gentle and sweet voice singing on night time when overlord dies..

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Zestial

↪You and zestial are like siblings..You two would often talk about serious topics and such..

↪It isn't suprising if anyone catches you and zestial drinking tea together..

↪You were always listening what he talk about..Zestial one time had asked you if you were fallen angel or sinner.. But you chuckled and poked his nose..

Carmilla

↪Carmilla really like how you always is postive in overlords meetings..

↪You would usually take half of her work without her knowing and finishes it over few hours later..

↪You had tried some of the angelic weapons she sell but it was useless..

↪Her daughters always finds themselves falling asleep whenever you sing to them..

↪Carmilla sees you as sister while her daughters see you as aunt..

Vox

↪Vox tries to get you to join the vee's since you are more powerful than him.. But does not work..

↪He had tried to hypnotize you but you got him falling asleep when you started singing a melody..

↪Vox often spies on you with his screens but everytime you sing a melody as the screen would break and glitch out..

↪He was very annoyed and angry at this point..And he had tried to fight you..Which got him on the floor with few broken glasses on his screen..

Valentino

↪You hate how he treats his employees especially the one called "angel dust"..

↪When he met you.. He tried to touch you in which didn't work since you kicked him away..

↪Whenever he was in the meetings you would sit far away from him..

↪You wanted to kill him so badly but vox had told begged you to not

Velvette

↪velvette is the only vee's you like to hang out with..

↪Velvette finds you very stunning and beauty..So whenever you two hang out.She would often give you some high quality clothes and such.

↪You two match your themes sometimes too..Velvette likes your voice alot..

↪When she was having hard time..You sang her a very calming melody for her to fall asleep..

Rosie

↪Rosie loves you alot.Since you are cannibal like her!

↪It isn't really suprising to see you walking sround the cannibal town

↪Rosie would spill some teas with you and you two giggle about it

↪You would sing songs,melodies in her town which she loves to hear!

Alastor

↪Alastor knew you when he first arrived in hell..You two got similar names!

↪You two would often be talking and taking a walk together

↪You like his radio broadcast which he liked about.

↪You would sing melody,songs in his radio broadcast and get some sinners fall asleep.

EXTRA

LUCIFER

↪When lucifer first met you he thought he was seeing things..But whe he realized he wasn't...

↪His breath hitched in his throat..How were you here..?You are the high throne angel!

↪After some time..He become close to you again..

↪He would often show you some of his latest creations and stuff..You love it alot!

LILITH

↪Lilith likes you alot..You defended her and lucifer when they were getting punished.

↪Lilth and you would often sing songs,melodies together

↪Lilith loves it when you come to her performances

↪She was in heaven with bit of your help ofc..

Charlie

↪charlie sees you as aunt,her parents were happy when she told them about it..

↪You were there when she was child..You played with her and etc..

↪She really likes how you sing..She took some lessons from you!

↪Your gentle and sweet voice would always make her fall asleep..

↪You were very supportive of her idea about redeeming sinners!If you ever come to the hotel she would be happy to welcome you!

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A/N:HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!<3HAVE A NICE DAY/ EVENING/NIGHT!<3

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[the-blind-geisha]

An Empty Heart Full of Memories - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Demiurge’s panel was now accessible to her.

The desire to just delete him as a last minute spite to Ulbert was very tempting, but Demona stayed her hand. She always personified things, and even if this archdevil was just made completely of code, it felt like she was killing a person.

Never would she be so angry she could ever do such a thing. Not even to an NPC that wouldn't feel anything.

She stayed in the bedroom she was often allowed in whenever at the guild. Sadly, Demiurge had to follow her. The NPC was now attached to her side when not in idle or standby. In a huff, she moved her hand to stall the archdevil near the door.

“Stay there,” she ordered, making sure he remained.

Demiurge paused at the entryway, standing off to the side with his arms folded behind his back. The same uncanny grin stretched across his features as he did what he was told.

Sitting on the bedside with a huff, she shuffled through her inventory to try and find the ore she needed to continue with her late game jewelry crafting.

[stories-and-chaos]

Helluva High

AU: Overlord Husk and Angel

[Little one shot inspired by @celestialalpacaron ‘s au of Husk and Angel. Valentino is a sore loser, but Husk has his spider’s back. Enjoy!

Word count 1065 Cw: cursing, emotional manipulation, trauma response (disclosure: I’ve never experienced trauma like this so I apologize if Angel’s reaction isn’t accurate.) ]

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Angel was frozen, stuck between fear and desire. His former boss, Valentino, was here. At Husk’s casino. Angel Dust had been working the tables for a couple months now. His looks, charisma, and reputation had him hustling patrons for all they were worth and more.

But despite that reputation (and all the salacious videos of him still being sold) he wasn’t for sale. Not for any amount of time or money. Husk was adamant on that. “You wanna sleep with someone off the clock, that’s your business,” he’d told Angel. “But do it because you want to, not because someone john is paying, got it?”

Now Val was here and Angel could barely help himself. The moth demon had grabbed his arm as he walked past. Now he was pulling the spider close, cooing sweet venomous words at the former porn star. “Angiiiiieee, I miss you baby. That mean old kitty won’t let me win you back. I need you Angel.” Val’s hand stroked up Angel’s thigh, sneaking under the slit in his gown. “I know you want me too, baby. No one can give you what you need, not like me.” One of his other hands grasped another of Angel’s arms. He hooked a finger of his fourth hand under Angel’s pearl choker, “Come on Angel, tell the kittycat to give me a shot at you. Then we can go home and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all this ever happened.”

Angel’s breath caught. Everything about Valentino made him want to just melt away. His voice, his cigarette smoke, the hands stroking his limbs with a hint of claws. But Angel didn’t want to go back. His eyes darted back and forth in panic. He caught a flash of red wings, black fur, and gold eyes. “Do it because you want to…”

“Fuck!” he managed to gasp as he jerked back. The string of pearls snapped at the sudden movement. The iridescent orbs shimmered in the light as they clattered on the table and floor. “No…” he said, voice wavering.

Angel stood up as straight as he could. Valentino’s rage at being denied built quickly. He moved to grab Angel’s arm again but Angel stepped back. “I…I need a break boss,” he said as loud as he could.

“Take the night off babe. You’ve been working hard last few nights,” Husk said curtly as he stepped between Angel and Val. “Thought you knew better than that ‘Tino.” He faced the other Overlord as Angel dashed to the elevator. “Am I gonna have to throw you out?”

“Fuck, just let me play for him again. What do you want a crackwhore like him for anyway?”

“You ain’t got anything worth betting Angel for.” Four members of the casino security turned up to flank their leader. “Get out ‘Tino. If my boys don’t have to drag your ass out, I won’t charge you for the pearls.”

Val spun away, muttering “fucking furry ass prick, that twink bitch, goddamn assholes.” He squeaked in agitation as he stormed out.

Shortly after Valentino’s limo was gone, Husk took the elevator to the penthouse suites. Angel’s door was cracked open. All his arms were wrapped around himself as rocked on the bed. Husk knocked on the door with the top of his cane. The spider demon jerked, eyes blown wide enough that Husk could see the pupils in even the six small ones.

“He’s gone,” the gambler said mildly. Angel took a deep shaky breath. “You did good.” At Angel’s surprised look he continued, “I told you, anyone fucks with you, they answer to me.”

After a couple more breaths, Angel managed to reply. “Thanks boss. I’ll be back down in five.”

“Nah, you’ve got the night off. Call for room service, just go easy on the booze tonight.” Husk didn’t leave right away; he saw Angel retreating back into the cage of his own arms. The catlike demon sighed and strode through the room to throw the doors to the balcony open. “C’mere.”

Angel walked up hesitantly and placed his ringed hand in Husk’s outstretched one. Husk pulled him out into the night air. He smoothly wrapped an arm around Angel’s waist and lifted the lanky demon’s legs up with the other. Angel reflexively wrapped a set of arms around the other man’s shoulders. “Damn Whiskers, you’re stronger than you look!”

Husk gave a huff. He spread his wings and flapped into the sky. “Oh shit!” Angel yelled, now with four arms clinging to Husk.

“I gotcha babe.” He got enough altitude that they could see every part of the Pentagram with ease. “How’s this for a high?” he joked, smirking at Angel.

“Fuck…it’s a helluva view.” Angel scanned the city. His eyes locked onto Valentino’s porn studio. A tiny fuschia line was just pulling up to the street in front of it.

Husk realized where Angel was looking and shifted to block the Red Light District from view. “Nah, we’ve got better things to look at. There’s a lot more in Hell than that shitbag.”

The train of Angel’s gown fluttered in the air. The cool breeze and the sparkling city below, sounds muffled by distance, helped calm him. As the tension started to ease in his frame, Husk spoke.

“Things change quick here, especially between Overlords. You know that, with how fast ‘Tino lost you. So I ain’t gonna make promises I can’t keep. But for now, you’re mine Angel Dust, and no one fucks with what’s mine.” His gold irises gleamed as his smile turned harsh. “I don’t plan on wagering you, ever. Clear?”

Something cracked in Angel, a chip in the despair. “As crystal baby.” He sighed. “Thanks…Husk.”

A few more minutes and then Husk lowered them back to the balcony. “I need to head back down. Call room service, get some rest.” He took Angel’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back. “Let me know how you’re feeling tomorrow.”

Angel ordered food, changing out of gown and jewelry for an oversized shirt while it was arriving. He’d ordered a bunch of finger foods, easy to eat as he lounged. But he was surprised to find his favorite cocktail added to the cart. A card written in Husk’s handwriting leaned against the stem, “Just one tonight.” He snorted before taking a sip. He was starting to like this kind of pampering.

[neiveel3llson]

Spit-roast

Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino

CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡

A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.

His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.

Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.

Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.

Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.

"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.

You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.

He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.

You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.

"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.