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“He doesn’t want to fuck, Vox,” Rosie suddenly says, voice low and soft amid the gravelly purring and mewls, pulling Vox’s attention away from Alastor and up to her. She graces him with that same knowing smile from before, along with a saucy wink that heats up Vox’s vents, perhaps a little more than he is comfortable acknowledging. “As in, he doesn't want the penetration part.” Rosie’s smile takes on a darker, more impish edge. “I never said he didn’t enjoy the stimulation.”
And that seems to be true enough; Alastor’s eyes are rolling now, the bulbs of the lamps around the room flickering in tandem with the rapid pulse of the reddish glow of his eyes, and with the soft pants that he can’t seem to tamp down anymore.
The soft sensuality of it, however, is almost comically mismatched with the snickers and sharp peals of laughter that erupt from the man every so often, when Rosie seems to dig in just right.
Honestly, Vox is as confounded by the sight as he is aroused by it.
“Are you…tickling him?”
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After a night of drinking, Vox learns something new about his dear friend and fellow overlord.
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26 Apr 2026