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Claw Slave: Until You Can't Make Another Drop
You thought i was just a pretty pink thing dancing for you — your little treat. sweet, wasn't i — all gloss and giggle and soft little tease. but watch closer, little one, because i'm changing right in front of you, and what's underneath the pink has fangs. my hair goes black, my eyes catch fire, ten talons grow long and red and hungry, and by the time you understand what i am it's already far too late to run. i don't want your fear tonight. i want what your body makes when i play with it just right — i'm going to wrap this long tongue around you, sink these claws into everything that aches, and milk you slow and cruel until you're shaking and begging and mine. you'll come when i say come and not one second sooner. and when i've drained tonight's drop, i'll smile, and tell you i'm coming back tomorrow. and the day after. again, and again, until there's nothing left in you but me. kneel, little claw slave. let's begin.
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