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im so fucking crossfaded right now. i want to fuck vesper noir. i wan to fucking punish him. i want to knock on his bedroom door late at nigth when hes studying in his candlelit chamber. he asks me whats wrong, why am i up so late? i say nothing. i want to pin him on the ground, wrap around his arms aand eyes anmd keep hikm bound to the ground. hes confused and doesnt know whats going on. he asks me whats wrong,. i say nothing. with one knee on his back and my arm on his head, grabbing his hair and pushing it against the hardwood floor, i sneak in and grab a feel of his ass. i grab his pants and unvein his lower half, cutely blanketed with his sweaty, green boxers., i ripped them off. little black and whtie hairs peppered down from his legs, his meaty, firm hamstrings, and danced across his ass. oh, his ass. his meaty, porky, firm-yet soft mounds. without any hesitation i drool all across his grayish-brown little asshole, and draw out my raging cock from my shorts. one peckish kiss from the head of my dick to his rear lips followed by a pound. and another. and another. i press my weight against his back, leaning closer, my fangs tickling his ears. my glasses drop on the floor. my teeth snuck down towards his vascular neck, and dug into his veins, sinking deeper and deeper for the taste of iron. vesper says nothing. i dont let go. i pound and pound, harder, angrier, fiercer. my fangs refusing to let go. and then. i stop. i retract from his neck. piles and piles of white batboy goo oozes from the rim of vesper's pale mounds, my penis still deep in his asshole. i get up, looking at the defeated scholar sodomized in the ground. turning him around, i remove his mask and stare right into his soulless eyes. "where. where were you...the streams. WHERE." he does not respond, eyes only begging to stop. "fine. Fine. i'll show you what a real stream is." i grabbed my wet, flaccid spear and aimed it towards Vesper's face. he could only stare with defeat, mouth gaping with seafoamed saliva, powerless as to what was to come next. a river of amber rain descended upon his face; yellowing his albino hair like a dog in the winter snow; flowing below to his mouth like a waterfall. ikt was olver. He gets what he fucking deserves...
a veshounen btw
