[ her body creaks and cracks apart and struggles for air that can't get past the cock or her crushed windpipe or the blood and spittle dripping out of her mouth and yet - and yet, she comes with every brutal thrust. every word and every movement of stelle's fingers leave her squirting. though - what -
- what is stelle actually talking about? she can barely hear anything anymore, besides the crunching of bone and the rush of blood in her ears. despite the torture that the potion has been, she can't help but be thankful stelle gave it to her. maybe that's love, too. making sure these horrible last moments at least...feel okay.
her eyes drift closed, and everything starts to grow cold. she's drifting, falling, sinking. a dark and terrible void, distinct from the one that she reigns over. one from which nothing escapes, even if she desperately wants it to.
she's been here before.
and just like before, it's not so bad once she's actually there. because...
...because at least she knows she isn't alone. no matter how horrible it is, at least she gets to share one last moment of warmth with her girlfriend.
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- what is stelle actually talking about? she can barely hear anything anymore, besides the crunching of bone and the rush of blood in her ears. despite the torture that the potion has been, she can't help but be thankful stelle gave it to her. maybe that's love, too. making sure these horrible last moments at least...feel okay.
her eyes drift closed, and everything starts to grow cold. she's drifting, falling, sinking. a dark and terrible void, distinct from the one that she reigns over. one from which nothing escapes, even if she desperately wants it to.
she's been here before.
and just like before, it's not so bad once she's actually there. because...
...because at least she knows she isn't alone. no matter how horrible it is, at least she gets to share one last moment of warmth with her girlfriend.
her eyes flutter shut, and she's gone. ]