— Aɴᴛɪɢᴏɴᴇ Pᴏᴅᴀʀɢᴇ 。

" Oh, really?

Are you sure you didn't forget?

. . . Though I doubt you know much about Eros Day to begin with. "

@neverendingtale.bsky.social Giving a box of chocolate to her.

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her sinister tease.

⠀⠀"H...Hey! Who said anything is holding me back?! I'd rip it off myself and sit on your face, if you don't get on with it!!!"
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𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥, 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥—

The harpy could hear each thread cut, clear as day, as all her senses were quadrupled in their need for appreciation, feeling the warmth of the outside ooze into the damp, lucid patch of the bodysuit. The fountain of sweet dew was still kept from full exposure as Silica spoke

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 ; 东庙
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 ; 猫神庙
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ⇐ 猫神的继承者,
⠀⠀⠀ ✧ 𝕄𝔸𝕐 𝕊ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ ✧
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https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/65337697 - NSFW

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interaction.

⠀⠀"G-Gods, just rip the suit or somethin', I don't care!"

Finger brought between her teeth, the skin and bone nearly torn into during their fits of pleasure.
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harpial hormones, marking the target.

Face lowered, and Antigone's head flew back; a loud moan after the first kiss, while those thighs squeezed both sides of Silica's head. Their strength dissipated as the smooches continued, legs opened up, squirming and whimpering out with each

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A pitch-black pool of arousal and depravity—their crotch swelled beneath the latex bodysuit, stirring for release, to be exposed to the open air, and to be bumped against and prodded deep inside.

Cameltoe is implanted more than ever, thanks to the strain and ooze brought by uncontrollable

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Laying down in the snow.

⠀⠀" Well, alright... "
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⠀⠀" Well, that sucks for them, I would imagine. "
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⠀⠀" Had the idea of doing a "prank" of wrapping myself in ribbons inside my travel companion's tent, but I think I would be dead by the end... "
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https://twitter.com/FGsketch/status/1736954091983581213

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⠀⠀"Time to bring the merry atmosphere to every dimension I come across!"
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⠀⠀"S...Sweetie, please! No! A-An hour, a day, a week... month, year... any timeframe! Just touch me... directly, harder... please...~"

Antigone was serious! Whether a jest or not, the knight had stimulated her, and she should at least finish her so they can focus!
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bodysuit. Oh, she wanted to be like a primal harpy, to attack her so cruelly right now...

Another ruffle of feathers from those headwings; a betrayed look for a second, before the second question came. The bird gulped and gave them a serious—albeit wrecked—eye contact.

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⠀⠀"H-Huh... I thought we were going to check out the town nearby t-tomorrow..."

Her mind became clear on the implications after the further flicks and caresses, evoking distressed chirps and squawks from Antigone. The warmth and humidity between her legs felt very present beneath their snug

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neck left with hickeys that either form immediately or will for sure later, coaxing out a loud moan after each break of the capillaries beneath the skin.
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between their satisfied ogling.

⠀⠀" Hehe... I do try my best to sweep a beautiful lass to a better tomorrow, especially one like you. So feel free to make any unregrettable decisions you wa—n-nngh, you're going to bruise m-my skin... if you suck so hard! "

Feathers ruffled once more, her

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For a brief moment, her emotions were able to calm down thanks to that 'unnerving' expression in their view, huffing and puffing as she tried to show love in her own face - with added drool. Antigone groans, flattened further underneath the knight, trying her best to give off a similar smile

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in anguish and satisfaction, flew from her mouth after the bite, which surely ended up bruised, drawing them deeper into servitude as prey to the beast.
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a bit soaked due to her harpy inclinations, but the touch past their undergarments really upped it...

⠀⠀" F...F-Fuc... yes, right there! A l-little faster... pls...! "

In her personal opinion, no one would /not/ get excited at the chance with Silicia—but she was biased. Another moan, mixed

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thorough touch than a mere groping.

⠀⠀" I-I didn't think you thought we didn't... A-Ah?! "

Stiffened wings, her thighs instinctively clenched against the hand between them, and she moaned along and louder with each rub of their hand back and forth. Embarrassingly, Antigone was already

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Severed apart from their lips, the strands of spit fell upon her chin and bosom, while it heaved up and down, and she let out rapid, deep breaths.

⠀⠀" H-Hey ! "

Antigone squealed from the replacement of knee to stalwart digits; her wings flutter without end or reason, awaiting a more

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moment after, she was dazed; the phoenix overcame their tongue without much of a thrash or chirp, and Antigone became the follower in their love dance instead of the equal, tracing the movements of the appendage stuffed inside.

It felt like the most intense CPR ever...
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the chance at intercourse. But, honestly, how was the knee between her thighs supposed to make their body think in a different direction-? When their hips inevitably nudged up another time, her crotch was met with a keen resistance, coaxing an obscene whine down Silicia's throat.

More than a

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The overall essence of the sensual display did not matter to Antigone; domineering or servile, the world hopper was too whipped over Silicia not to eat whatever she gave, and had no reason not to ask for more and more of what state was present.

Antigone's mind was not /exactly/ filled with

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⠀⠀⠀✧ 𝔖𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔄𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 #𝓠𝐿𝐼𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑇𝐻 ✧
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⠀ ❝ Man... I don't think I can sleep alone ever again. ❞
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The possessiveness of the redhead shown consent with the resonance pattered on their mouth from Antigone's cords, from the merry moans after each grope to her bosom.
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with an attempted thrust of her upward.

Their lips together before she could wrap her mind around Silica's insistence; a response lay soon in fervent passion, mouth bashed up more desperately than before as if in love, prying both lips apart to meet tongue to tongue in a heartfelt romp.

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⠀ ❝ I-I was just trying add some spi—*CHIRP*?! ❞

Antigone had done enough across worlds to be called a brigand on occasion. She was not as cuddly and kind as Silica saw it.

She'd never have time to explain that. The contact of their hips flared her harpyic proclivity. She squired underneath,

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