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lord have mercy
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“Tell me, Neuvillette,” Wriothesley murmurs in his ear, with his middle finger circling and prodding at Neuvillette’s slick hole. The Iudex writhes at the contact, shudders at the sound of Wriothesley’s deep, low voice, so close that he can feel the smallest vibrations in his ear and his hot breath that makes the hair on his body stand up. “You’ve been here for so long,” he presses a soft kiss behind his earlobe, “Has anyone else touched you like this?”
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Wriothesley helps Neuvillette rest.