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Shadow Milk cookie was in a curiously good mood that day, it seemed. That was the only explanation for his unusually soft behavior Pure Vanilla cookie could find. The way he slowly pushed the Ancient cookie against the wall of the corridor they were strolling through without a victorious smirk or a bitter remark almost confused him, and he let himself be pressed against the cold surface with a silent gasp of anticipation.
Pure Vanilla shuddered as he felt the Beast's hot breath brush over his nape. Skilled hands began to remove his robes, careful not to tear the seams apart—it was the safest way to witness the rare sight of an angry Pure Vanilla cookie, Shadow Milk had quickly learnt. Sharp teeth hovered over Pure Vanilla's exposed shoulder, and he shamelessly grinded his rear against the cookie behind him in response.
"You haven't answered me," Shadow Milk murmured just against his ear, his voice coated with honey. He deposed a slow kiss on Pure Vanilla's nape, who blinked. The Beast's sudden invitation had made him forget what they were talking about just a few seconds prior. He tried to turn his head and look at the blue cookie, but a hand pressed between his shoulder blades to keep him against the wall.
"Uh... Right, the academy. I can clear up my schedule overmorrow..." He clenched his teeth to keep a whine of surprise away when his robes were lifted, revealing his lower half. "Right here? My room is not that far away from here-"
"Right here," Shadow Milk cooed, his smile audible in his tone. "There isn't anyone anyway, this entire Kingdom is emptier than the Other-Realm. What did you want to search for in the academy again? Can't believe you're going to drag me back there." He laid small kisses onto Pure Vanilla cookie's nape and shoulders; he snarled when the latter squirmed just a little more than he liked. He playfully bit his shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough that the blond cookie let out an obedient moan and grinded back against his rear.
One hand went to touch Pure Vanilla cookie's Soul Jam, drawing a surprised moan out of him; the other trailed down to tease his hooded clit slowly through his underwear. Pure Vanilla cookie closed his legs by instinct, gaining another bite on his shoulder. His breathing quickly became uneven and shaky as his Soul Jam was brushed over relentlessly, the treacherous hand applying a subtle pressure onto the cold surface the way Shadow Milk cookie knew made his knees turn to jelly. That was the issue with being with another Soul Jam bearer: the Beast knew that it was ridiculously sensitive, and he knew how to perfectly play with it to turn Pure Vanilla into a mess in less than a minute. That seemed to be his goal that day, and he drew repetitive circles with both hands, smiling as Pure Vanilla cookie needed to bite his lower lip to muffle the sounds that escaped his mouth.
"You have not answered me," Shadow Milk cookie said again, his tone plain as if he wasn't grinding his clothed erection against Pure Vanilla's ass.
"Uh, I want to search for the forbidden-" The Ancient cookie's mouth hung in a silent moan as the cookie behind him began to rock his hips lazily, his adventurous hands adapting to his rhythm. "The forbidden texts we found as students... They must still be in the restricted library," he panted against the wall.
"Probably. It's not like any other student after White Lily could go and take them... It's not like there were any other student after White Lily, even," Shadow Milk cookie said with annoyance, and if Pure Vanilla hadn't known him so well, he could have mistaken his tone for a genuine anger that the academia he had created had been destroyed in such an ironic way.
The Beast had more than enough eyes to make sure truly no one was coming, but Pure Vanilla wasn't sure that he was in fact checking. He found that he cared very little about that, however, and he merely closed his eyes to appreciate the sensation as they grinded against other lazily.
Pure Vanilla cookie joined his legs together and arched his back to gain in motion; his pathetic attempt at remaining without a reaction was rewarded with a slow kiss on the cheek, sharp teeth worrying at the side of his face. The hand stimulating his Soul Jam wasn't letting it go; he squirmed with badly concealed huffs of pleasure escaping his lips as the familiar tingling sensation diffused through his body with each movement against the blue gem. He moved his chest back in an instinct to pull away from the soon overwhelming hand, a gesture that only led to his higher back and shoulders landing onto Shadow Milk's chest. The latter's scent floated in the air around him, hugging him tightly.
"There might, uh..." Pure Vanilla panted, rocking his hips back, his cheeks blushing from the shame. He had been particularly quick to give up his innocent act. "We might find out what Dark Enchantress cookie did, and make sure no one else can-ah!"
The Beast had swooped his head down to the Ancient cookie's neck and bit down, this time not shy of using his teeth, forcing his head to the side. He licked and sucked at the mark with a pleased hum, tongue cleaning it off of the pink pearls of jam he had drawn from the dough.
Pure Vanilla cookie tried to keep speaking, but he was losing his words already. His robes ruffled onto his arms and torso were much too hot, the air on his legs much too cold. He trembled helplessly, too flustered to try and pull away the hand playing with his Soul Jam, still somewhat trying to not appear too obvious in case someone saw them. Shadow Milk cookie let out a breathy groan behind him, watching with half-lidded eyes his lover quiver and whine under his hands. It was always so easy to bring him to such a state, and yet Pure Vanilla's sensitivity impressed him every time.
But it was simply too easy to let Pure Vanilla reach his end this way; the Soul Jam felt like a way of cheating sometimes, and Shadow Milk wanted their private meeting in that desert corridor to take more than a minute—they had barely more than a minute in fact, but the Ancient cookie had already forgotten that they were to participate in a meeting, and the Beast certainly would not be the one to remind him.
Therefore he waited until Pure Vanilla cookie was close before stopping. It was easy to tell: his eyes became glassy and rolled back to the point where they were almost entirely white, and he breathed shallowly, his hips trembling in preparation. Shadow Milk then took away both hands, and Pure Vanilla would have protested if not for the now bare dick sliding in between his thighs, the head grazing against his sensitive cunt.
Since Shadow Milk, despite having teleported his own clothing away, was not going to remove his underwear, Pure Vanilla would do it himself. It slid to his feet with a swift movement of a hand; the Beast chuckled proudly, white fangs shining in the light.
He nipped affectionately at Pure Vanilla's nape and shoulders to distract him while he slowly thrusted in. The Beast had quickly learnt that the first moments could be painful for his lover, and he was careful not to go too fast. But Pure Vanilla was so soaked since having been teased so cruelly, Shadow Milk slid in without an issue.
Pure Vanilla gasped silently, mouth hung open and eyebrows raised. Shadow Milk gave him a soft kiss on the side of his head before pushing it against the wall again; Pure Vanilla's entire body stiffened as the cock inside of him pulled out until only the head was in before pushing back in, dragging against oversensitive walls. He braced himself and rested his hands and forearms against the wall to take in the Beast's hip thrusts with more ease.
"I'm still unsure anyone can prevent this from happening again," Shadow Milk cookie said with a normal tone like he was not grabbing Pure Vanilla's hips to pull him back with each thrust.
"We still—have to try," the blond cookie muttered against the wall. A blue hand went to grab a strand of hair and pulled, not strongly enough to force him to arch his back but enough that he had to lift his forehead off the cold surface. The Beast huffed and gasped as he fastened his rhythm, drawing a myriad of small sounds from the cookie before him.
He shouldn't be so close, but Pure Vanilla already felt his climax approaching. Shadow Milk hit him just right, knew the pace that he liked and executed it perfectly. The Ancient cookie felt the cookie behind him pant just against his back; he'd sometimes lay open-mouthed kisses onto his dough, teeth scraping it in his haste. Strong hands pressed onto his waist to keep him in place, bringing his trembling hips back each time Shadow Milk thrusted forward. This caused a clacking sound that caused Pure Vanilla to blush. He really hoped no one would hear them, though the idea brought a spark of something else in his feverish mind.
The first times they had done similar deeds, Shadow Milk cookie had playfully shamed him for being so pliant even as Pure Vanilla let himself be used as a toy whenever the Beast wanted. The blue cookie needed not to tell him now, Pure Vanilla was reminding this by himself, enjoying the prospect of being nothing more but the Beast of Deceit's good little obedient whore.
How he loved being fucked so gingerly and yet without mercy, knowing they'd continue with their day in just a few minutes. This could have looked like a mere steam-blow action, but tenderness hid in each of the Beast's kisses and groans. He pressed him against the wall, but never hard enough to hurt. He hovered behind him, snarled to keep the blond cookie in place if he moved too much and growled if he was not obedient enough; but his many eyes never left Pure Vanilla's face, and if the latter ever frowned or winced, he knew he wouldn't need to speak for Shadow Milk to adjust.
And yet, if he imagined the scene from an outside eye, Pure Vanilla found back the crudeness of the act in itself. His robes lifted to his shoulders without ceremony as the Beast fucked him roughly from behind, his feet raised to their tips to keep up with Shadow Milk's very subtle size difference, his face flushed and pressed against the wall, his hair a disorganized mess rocking with each thrust.
Their rhythm gained in speed as it lost in consistency. Shadow Milk buried his teeth where he had drawn blood earlier, ignoring Pure Vanilla's yelp of surprise, and pounded deeper in him with abandon. The blond cookie felt the Beast's growl into his very dough, though he was too busy being fucked senseless to notice it. He whined, tongue lolling to the side of his mouth, eyes lost in nowhere and legs going to meet back the cookie hammering him like an animal.
He moaned instinctively when he felt that Shadow Milk was about to cum. Blue arms went to rest against the wall next to his.
"Please, please—finish inside," Pure Vanilla whined. He felt the cookie behind him growling in excitement.
A tongue licked his neck, teeth worrying at the pulse point under his dough. "Begging for my cum so prettily? How cute... You think you deserve it?"
"Ah, please, please..." Pure Vanilla cookie panted between overstimulated tremors.
Shadow Milk cookie smiled. Well, that was new. And arousing. "Fine, I'll cum inside you, since that's what you want." He whispered just against his ear, and Pure Vanilla's reaction was immediate. He let out an earnest moan, his head thrown back as he trembled against the wall. "Aw, you are so cute like this. I'm almost sad this castle is empty. Tell me, what would people think, seeing the legendary Pure Vanilla cookie begging for a Beast to breed him?"
Pure Vanilla almost threw himself against him, his panting broken by high-speeched moans. A hand kept him in place despite his thrashing while another went to play with his swollen clit, making him almost scream.
"I wonder how they'd react. Too bad the Ancient cookies won't make an appearance in today's meeting, uh? What a sight it would be for them~! Imagine just what they'd think if they saw you getting fucked stupid like this, trembling like a common whore around my cock, begging to get knocked up by your precious little Beast..."
Pure Vanilla's eyes widened in surprise as he came with a sob. His legs trembled under him, he opened his mouth to pant in quick successions, his head resting against Shadow Milk cookie who hissed in pleasure.
The Ancient cookie's walls tightened around him deliciously, and his rhythm became erratic as he forced himself to not cum before Pure Vanilla had came down from his high.
Shadow Milk adored the way Pure Vanilla's body was moved by tremors as he rode out his orgasm, the way he needed to rest against him, the moans that escape his throat with each ragged breath.
The Beast pushed him against the wall with rough thrusts of his hips before burying himself as deep as he could and biting the naked shoulder offered to him, keeping Pure Vanilla cookie immobile as he filled him with his fertile cum. The blond cookie whined nonsense, his still trembling body shaking under the pressure of his position, legs pressed backwards to make sure he wouldn't lose any of the precious liquid, wanting to keep all of it in his waiting womb.
Shadow Milk took a few seconds to appreciate the intensity of his climax, his cock spurting out the last of his cum as Pure Vanilla's cunt tightened in rhythm around him as to milk him dry.
The blond cookie was left quivering against the wall as Shadow Milk pulled out; he quickly whispered a spell before his cum would pour out of Pure Vanilla's cunt, forcing him to keep it buried in his womb.
With a clap of his hands, the Beast changed them back to their normal outfits; Pure Vanilla needed a few seconds to understand his robes were back to cover his dough. He regained his breath slowly under supervision of mischievous mismatched eyes.
A hand went to grab him by the shoulder and pull him away from the wall; while physically unsound, Pure Vanilla was still in a daze, and he needed to be held for a minute before he could properly walk, his cunt still spasming from the pounding it had just received and soaked in juices and cum.
The jester rested his head against his own as he waited for him to stand without his legs trembling like those of a newborn lamb. He hummed innocently and smiled when Pure Vanilla cookie blinked at his direction. "Ready to go, Vanilla?"
"Yes..." The Ancient cookie readjusted his robes, his face still flushed from a hint of shame. "Let us go before we lost even more time."
"You didn't seem to consider that a waste of time just a minute ago," laughed Shadow Milk. "Lead me, my liege."