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GET THIS DAMN SNAKE OUT OF MY BUTT
Here, have some quick and dirty Shadow Naoto on Naoto action.
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She didn't want to be saved.
Not like this. She wanted to lose her pride privately.
It was overwhelming. Naoto had barely been trapped against the unforgivingly cold table for a scant few minutes before she'd had way more than she could take. Her muscles were sore and taut from the taxing restraints, pulling her spreadeagled. Every single part of her was overstimulated: without her chest bindings to protect the tender swell of her ample breasts, the vibrators taped there left her nipples bright red, painfully erect.
Naoto did not have time to entertain notions of self-pleasure. She was grossly unaccustomed to even slight, let alone prolonged periods of such...attentions.
She jerked violently as her smug doppelganger angled something hard and quivering against her molten core, brushing her swollen clitoris. Naoto could not see what exactly it was through her blindfold, but she didn't have to. She tried to grit her teeth, but was stopped short by the ballgag, which activated under the pressure and sent a charge of liquid hot electricity through her lips and left her crying out feverishly from pain and arousal. A sweltering blush burned her cheeks as she heard a devilish giggle.
In a way the myriad of sensations had quelled the unease that came with being so exposed, so vulnerable, but the presence of her voice reminded her faintly that she was being observed and pleasured.
"You're taking to this rather well." Her copycat cooed. Before Naoto could gargle a retort, something light-the tip of a feather, she suspected-began drawing itself inexorably along the inside of her thigh. Frantically trying to avoid biting down again, she moaned and moved her hips, drawing her needy entrance against the thick tip of the device pressing between her legs. A long, low purr passed her lips: she was desperately wet. She writhed experimentally and could not attain penetration any deeper than just within her moist slit, the device humming agonizingly against her.
"Although your reaction is to be expected. After all, this is coming from your own thoughts, your own desires." The feather left her thigh and resumed a new course along her side, all the way up to her underarm. It lingered just long enough to trigger another pained cry as Naoto bit down on her gag, and dusted along her collarbone, down between her heaving breasts. "Part of you loves the struggle, hm?" The device was shoved deeper against her, not yet enough to satisfy her, "You want to be coddled a bit, deep down, because the world's too busy fucking you sideways."
"Nnh-nhgh!" Naoto whimpered. There was no way she could possibly endure any more, she had to come, she had to-
The device was pulled away, the feather's touch, gone, the vibrators, yanked off and clattering aside somewhere. The ballgag was unfastened from her, freeing the delirious whines and groans that had previously been bottled up. Every sensation had stopped, leaving an eerie tingle along her erogenous zones that yearned for attention. A searing hot feeling filled her stomach and spread, diminishing her resolve from within.
"No? You don't want to be teased any more?" An inane giggle followed.
Wearily she shook her head 'no'.
"You want to be fucked like a big girl?"
A moment's hesitation.
Then, a nod.
"Fine, but you are going to look me right in the eyes."
The blindfold was torn off, and Naoto could barely register that her counterpart was pulling something long and glassy out of a steaming beaker of something, and within moments she'd climbed onto the table, kneeling between her legs and affixing it to a device between her own, a slow task with her oversized sleeves. She unbound Naoto's ankles so her legs might be pushed further apart.
"Glass retains temperature well." She chirped matter-of-factly, "So it should feel nice and steamy inside, hm?"
Naoto sighed blissfully, experiencing too much of a contact-high to care about what the strap-on had been dipped in. Whatever it was, she felt good. It slid deep inside her easily, the heat from the glass warming her to the deepest recesses of her core, her inner walls clamping it as tightly as possible. Everything went hot and sticky within her as finally her innermost reaches were stirred exactly as she had been inwardly begging.
"Come on," her voice purred lovingly from above her, "hurry up and come, like the loose woman you are."
In that moment, Naoto couldn't bring herself to care. In the end, she still did what she was told.
She didn't want to be saved.
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It was written for a kink meme so I didn't spend as much time on that particular piece. XD
*runs away crying* :<
XD
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People draw and write for a living, if you want my advice, find an article to write for, for your school or w/e.
That should help with practical side of things
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