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Category:
Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
7,973
Reviews:
108
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I own these characters. However, this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Yule Balls ARE Nice
Pen name: Pittwitch
Prompt: Yule
Fic type: drabble, 100 words, no more no less
Story: Yule Balls ARE Nice.
Pairing: Originals
Fandom: Originals
Warnings: anal, voyeurism, bad pun
The fire crackled merrily in the grate, warming the room enough to allow their necessary nudity. Edward clamored inelegantly onto the bed. Indolently, the Mistress lazed on the oversized bed, watching her pet slick the oil, she had provided, over his still ribbon bedecked cock. She smiled as her pet positioned his gleaming, well-oiled cock behind her errant brother.
As Connor rammed home, more forcefully than entirely necessary, she slipped her hand down her own abdomen, finding her clit, and massaging it, sighing in self-satisfaction. “These Yule balls might become quite our tradition yet.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Two voices chorused breathily.
Short, not so sweet, but hopefully entertaining for the week of stress-filled days. Happy Yule Balls to everyone!
Prompt: Yule
Fic type: drabble, 100 words, no more no less
Story: Yule Balls ARE Nice.
Pairing: Originals
Fandom: Originals
Warnings: anal, voyeurism, bad pun
The fire crackled merrily in the grate, warming the room enough to allow their necessary nudity. Edward clamored inelegantly onto the bed. Indolently, the Mistress lazed on the oversized bed, watching her pet slick the oil, she had provided, over his still ribbon bedecked cock. She smiled as her pet positioned his gleaming, well-oiled cock behind her errant brother.
As Connor rammed home, more forcefully than entirely necessary, she slipped her hand down her own abdomen, finding her clit, and massaging it, sighing in self-satisfaction. “These Yule balls might become quite our tradition yet.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Two voices chorused breathily.
Short, not so sweet, but hopefully entertaining for the week of stress-filled days. Happy Yule Balls to everyone!