From my card, top row, “N” and “G.” for a block of “center three, rows one and three” for Rix. Still not sure how to get tentacles in here.
100 words each, Fae Apoc
Content warnings: …slavery, drugs, confinement….
As the car started moving, Yaminah sucked slowly on the pacifier, trying to calm down. The trunk was padded, comfortable, warm. It felt like a nest, like sinking slowly under water; even the feeling of the car starting and moving seemed muted.
Her lips were numb, and, slowly, it felt like everything else was going numb. The world was very warm, very dark, and surprisingly quiet. Her mind floated, set loose from its moorings. She was a balloon in the sky of life. She was a pea safe in her pod. She was right where she was supposed to be.
Phonesex / Epistolary
She floated, lost and perfectly nested all at once, until his voice murmured in her ear. “Are you there, my dear?”
“Don’t know,” she mumbled around the pacifier.
“Shh, it’s all right. Grunts and mewls are fine, pretty. Can you feel your fingers?”
She wriggled her fingers experimentally. There they were. They seemed so far away. “Mmn.”
“That’s it. Now… remember, always, that your pleasure comes at my command. Find your clit, beautiful.”
She grunted assent, as her hands moved light-years to find it.
“Do you like it, touching yourself?”
Another grunt. Yes.
“I want to hear you come, pretty.”
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