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The eerie silence that settled over the top of the spire was usually unbroken, a lonely feeling blanketing the atmosphere. Tonight was no different.
Well, except for one room.
“Hah…” Shadow Milk Cookie pants behind his hand against his mouth. “Ah..” His hand is working between his legs, rapidly moving, until he groans in frustration and pulls himself away. “Fuck. Damn it.”
Pent up was an understatement for his current feelings. It felt like his entire body was on fire, and nothing he did would change it. Hands, objects, makeshift vibrators, other methods that probably went against most cookie’s morals that he’d prefer to forget about, nothing was helping his case. He was at his breaking point.
At some point recently, he’d transformed into another species for a bit, to poke some fun at a helpless cookie. In the moment, it was hilarious, to watch the cookie scream in such terror, and run for their life. However, Shadow Milk must have messed up somehow, because he was feeling side effects he’d never felt before; he was experiencing said species’ heat in full force. Thus, leading to his current predicament, laying in a bed, sweaty and exhausted, but unable to get off enough to keep his heat at bay. It seemed to be getting worse as time went on and he stayed partner-less.
Absolutely no one could help me with this.
He rolls over in the bed, rubbing his thighs together as he taps his chin.
Well, there is one cookie, but…
Candy Apple Cookie’s face flashed through his head, as did the excited expression she makes whenever she receives even the simplest of orders. If he wasn’t actively going through heat right now, her memory would be a severe turn off. He groans, annoyed.
I’d rather be sealed away again.
Shadow Milk claws at his own face, groaning in frustration and rolling over again, before throwing his head back. He’s throbbing in need, his abdomen is cramping, and his head spins, and finally, finally, he gets up, shaking as he pulls his bodysuit back on. His legs tremble uncontrollably, and he’s unbelievably thankful he can float, because he knows he’d stumble over a million times if he had to walk.
I know a puppet I can use.
Poking his head into the long winding halls of his domain, Shadow Milk scans for any others he should be worrying about. Upon seeing nothing, he begins to creep down the hallway.
That fool should be close, since I heard him earlier.
Rounding a corner, Shadow Milk feels a sense of (embarrassing) relief flood through him at the sight of a pointed hat, walking down the hallway. Shadow Milk is quick to creep up on him. He pushes his shoulders in an attempt to spook him, but sighs in disappointment when he simply turns around and stares at him.
“What is it?” Pure Vanilla Cookie, otherwise known as the Truthless Recluse as of late, asks him, his voice monotonous and his face devoid of emotion. Shadow Milk rolls his eyes before grabbing his arm.
“You, my dearest puppet—” he exclaims, posing dramatically despite the discomfort running throughout his entire body. “—Are going to help me!” Pure Vanilla remains unamused, and Shadow Milk sighs again and begins to drag him by the arm.
“What am I helping you with?” He asks, and Shadow Milk scoffs, his face warming up.
“You’re not allowed to question me,” he demands. “Just do as I say, you imbecile.” At this, Pure Vanilla stays silent, and Shadow Milk continues to drag him back into the bedroom he had closed himself up in. Once inside, he slams the door shut behind them, before pointing at the bed. “Go.”
He watches as Pure Vanilla sits on the edge of the bed, and stares at one of the toys Shadow Milk had attempted to get off with earlier. Flustered, Shadow Milk snaps it away, grumbling in frustration.
“Focus on me!” He shouts, lowering himself to stand in front of the other cookie.
“Is that what you need help with?” Pure Vanilla asks, straight to the point. Shadow Milk stares at him for a moment, eyes wide in rage and embarrassment. He himself can’t believe he’s stooping this low, and Pure Vanilla’s precise words aren’t helping.
“Do you have any useless complaints?” Shadow Milk asks, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Because I’m not going to listen.” Pure Vanilla blinks at him, before grabbing him by the throat and throwing him onto the bed. Shadow Milk yelps in surprise, quickly sitting back up, and being met with Pure Vanilla having already slotted himself between the Beast’s legs.
And Shadow Milk feels himself throb with need again, letting it settle in that this is happening. He’s about to get fucked by the cookie he hates so much, and it was his idea.
Well, whatever. If it will end his suffering, he’ll do it.
They sit awkwardly. Pure Vanilla, now that he’s between Shadow Milk’s legs, just sits there, staring down at the Beast. Truthfully, Shadow Milk hadn’t done anything like this with another cookie before, so he was lost.
Just when Shadow Milk was about to speak up and chip at Pure Vanilla, he rested his hand on his crotch. Shadow Milk jolts, before moving his thigh to push his hand off.
“You’re wet,” Pure Vanilla remarks, rubbing his fingers together. Shadow Milk feels his cheeks get warm, and he groans, covering his face. He had just wanted Pure Vanilla to pull his pants down and shove his cock into him, but clearly he had other plans. Too late to go back now.
It’s quiet for a moment again, and Shadow Milk thinks Pure Vanilla is waiting for his command, until he feels his hands on his thighs. He watches as they trail up his thighs and stop between them. Shadow Milk’s hips twitch involuntarily at the contact. Pure Vanilla pauses, before gripping the fabric against his pussy and tearing it. It takes a few seconds for him to process, but once he does, Shadow Milk is quickly sitting up.
“ Excuse you?! ” He shouts, flustered as he shoves Pure Vanilla’s hands off. “You can’t just go—” Shadow Milk is cut off by his own gasp when he’s shoved back down into the bed. When he opens his mouth to complain again, it’s replaced with an embarrassing moan as Pure Vanilla plunges two fingers inside of his cunt.
Even though it’s sacrificing his own clothing, the jester can’t deny that there is something uniquely hot about being fingered through the ripped hole in his bodysuit. He bites his tongue as Pure Vanilla expertly fingers him, trying not to make noise.
“You’re rather quiet, now,” the other cookie taunts through a quiet, monotone voice. “And you’re opening up easily.”
“Shut up,” Shadow Milk hisses, trying to conceal the tremble in his voice.
“Sorry, which one of us sought the other out because they needed to get fucked?” Pure Vanilla asks, and Shadow Milk knees him in the side. Scoffing, Pure Vanilla pulls his fingers out of Shadow Milk, immediately causing him to backpedal.
“I didn’t say you could stop!” Shadow Milk shouts, reaching forward at the other cookie. “You’re not— Hngh! ” Pure Vanilla shoves his fingers back up his cunt, effectively cutting Shadow Milk off when he moans instead of yelling. He melts back down into the bed, whimpers leaving him as Pure Vanilla’s fingers abuse his sweet spot.
The stimulation is delicious, as it has been when he fingered himself, but it’s still not enough. Despite the onslaught of pleasure, there’s still a want for more, an intense need to be fucked full. He spreads his legs farther, mind foggy with desperation, feeling as his bodysuit rips a little more.
“N-Nilla,” he whispers, and the other cookie halts. Shadow Milk catches his breath, panting. He clenches around Pure Vanilla’s fingers still knuckle deep inside of him. Slowly, he sits up, palming at Pure Vanilla’s boner through his robes.
“You’re acting unusual,” Pure Vanilla notes as he removes his fingers and begins to strip himself of his clothes. Shadow Milk rolls his eyes.
“You know nothing about me,” he taunts. He eyes Pure Vanilla as he strips, noticing the way his skin fades to black and blue in some areas. It makes something in his stomach do flips.
“I know you’re not usually this easy,” Pure Vanilla sneers, finally discarding his last bit of clothing. He reaches down and pumps his own cock a few times. Shadow Milk watches with hungry eyes.
“I’m being easy?” Shadow Milk laughs. “Do you want me to—” He’s cut off once more when Pure Vanilla suddenly grabs him, pushing his legs back so his knees are by his head. Shadow Milk blinks, in shock, and unable to come up with the right words to say when Pure Vanilla looms over him.
“Easy,” Pure Vanilla says, before he lines up and plunges his cock into Shadow Milk, bottoming out in one go. Shadow Milk lets out a high pitched moan, his back arching as Pure Vanilla immediately sets a fast pace.
“W-Wait—” Shadow Milk gasps, the wind knocked out of him, and unable to resist after being forced into a mating press. “Slow—”
“You wanted me,” Pure Vanilla interrupts. “You’ll take me exactly how I want you to.” Shadow Milk moans out, a tinge of distress behind it as he squirms beneath the other cookie.
However, he would be lying if he said this didn’t feel divine for his desperately horny body. The unusual heat cycle provided enough slick for each thrust to be smooth and wet, lewd squelching echoing throughout the room every time Pure Vanilla’s cock slammed back into Shadow Milk. He’s overwhelmed by how good it feels when the head of Pure Vanilla’s cock slams into the walls of his cunt. With each rough pound into his body, he can feel a wave of relief wash over him, and it’s sending his brain into a spiral.
Shadow Milk goes limp, being reduced to a mewling and moaning mess. His usual snarky words and harsh comebacks are gone, out the window, replaced by slutty vocalizations of his pleasure. Chants of “more” and “harder” pour from his mouth, even when Pure Vanilla is testing his own limits to satisfy Shadow Milk properly.
Pure Vanilla can’t help but smirk down at the usually high and mighty jester, admiring how quickly he was reduced to nothing. If he had known that fucking him into a mattress would shut him up, he would have done it a lot sooner. He wasn’t mad about it. Now that he was up in this spire, he had all the time in the world, anyways. If this was his new hobby, then so be it.
“How does it feel to be put in your place?” Pure Vanilla asks, his hands squeezing the back of Shadow Milk’s thighs.
“Sh-Shut your mouth,” Shadow Milk pants through his own needy moans. Pure Vanilla tuts at him, before moving his hands slowly up his torso. Shadow Milk shivers when he grazes his sides, and watches him, scrutinizing.
He shrieks when Pure Vanilla’s hands suddenly dart up to his neck and grip him, his hands falling into perfect position to choke him the right way. Shadow Milk lets out a broken moan, his back arching. Pure Vanilla feels his walls squeeze him a little harder, and he scoffs, having expected the deranged cookie below him to be into something like this.
He does not, however, expect when Shadow Milk suddenly seizes up, arching his back and throwing his head back as he cums, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Pure Vanilla’s grip on his throat loosens, listening to his loud, trembling moans as he orgasms, not expecting him to cum that fast. He doesn’t let up his thrusts as he cums, and he feels his cunt try to suck him in even more.
“You’re a total cockslut,” Pure Vanilla murmurs, and Shadow Milk groans, pushing Pure Vanilla’s hands away from his neck. Pure Vanilla moves his hands back to hold his legs down again.
“Stop..” Shadow Milk whines, beginning to feel overstimulated as Pure Vanilla keeps up his rough pace. Pure Vanilla simply gives him an evil smile, shaking his head. Shadow Milk attempts to put on an angry expression, but it’s broken by a moan, and he curses. “You..”
“I told you, didn’t I?” Pure Vanilla hums. “You’re going to take this how I want you to.” Shadow Milk narrows his eyes at him, before shutting them when he lets out another pathetic moan.
His body is still burning up from the heat, so he’s not entirely against continuing, not until he feels sane and comfortable again. However, this was his first time ever having sex, despite his centuries of life, and he wasn’t used to the amount of stimulation he was feeling. It didn’t help that Pure Vanilla clearly had some experience up his sleeve, judging by how well he fingered him earlier and how he choked him perfectly. He’d have to poke fun at him for it later (and maybe at White Lily Cookie, too).
Shadow Milk was feeling the best side effects from his said experience, a moan punched out of him with every thrust, his legs trembling from the pleasure. His cunt squeezed around Pure Vanilla’s cock in a way that made everything so much more intense. He was feeling a little delirious from the constant onslaught of pleasure, his head spinning.
As Pure Vanilla’s thrusts kept up with no other real stimulation to egg him on, Shadow Milk began to feel overstimulation building up more and more, his pussy weak and sensitive to the abuse it was receiving. It heightened the feeling from each thrust, and it wasn’t long before tears were building in Shadow Milk’s eyes and spilling down his face. He could feel himself rapidly approaching his second orgasm, overstimulation pushing him closer every second.
Thankfully, Pure Vanilla seemed to be nearing his own orgasm as well, his thrusts getting slightly sloppier, and letting out soft moans of his own. Shadow Milk squinted at him as they both got closer, trying to predict whether or not he was going to attempt to pull out. That was the last thing he wanted. He needed him to fill him with his cum, assuming that’s what his desperate body was craving.
Shadow Milk moved his hand to his clit, rubbing it with his fingers, his other hand grabbing onto Pure Vanilla’s arm and digging his claws in, cutting him open. With a few more thrusts, accompanied by quick, high pitched moans and whines, Shadow Milk was coming again, squirting on Pure Vanilla’s cock, his cunt clenching like a vice around him. His entire body shook as he came, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.
The way Shadow Milk’s pussy tightened around Pure Vanilla’s cock had him groaning, nearing his own orgasm faster and faster as Shadow Milk settled from his. Right as he felt himself about to cum, he went to pull out, before hearing a weak, broken laugh from the cookie below him. Shadow Milk pulled Pure Vanilla’s arms off his legs so he could move them and quickly locked his legs around his waist, pushing him in fully with his heels. Pure Vanilla gasped as he came into Shadow Milk’s cunt, his walls squeezing him and milking him of every drop.
Shadow Milk shut his eyes and let out small whines of satisfaction, a soft “yes” leaving him as he felt Pure Vanilla’s seed get pumped into him. He ignored how silent Pure Vanilla was above him in favor of savoring every moment, not wanting to be shamed just yet. When both of them were finally calming down, Shadow Milk cracked open his eyes, an evil grin on his features as he took in the disbelief on Pure Vanilla’s face.
“What?” Shadow Milk teased. “Did you really think you actually had the advantage here?” He giggled, gently moving his leg to rub Pure Vanilla’s back with his heel. “Poor Vanilly..”
“You are insufferable,” Pure Vanilla hissed. He settled back on his heels, his dick still inside of Shadow Milk’s pussy, softening up. He hated that stupid knowing smirk the jester was wearing.
Now what? Pure Vanilla thought as he watched Shadow Milk, who seemed way too pleased at himself for a cookie that just sought another cookie out purely to get dicked down. A cookie he swore to be his enemy, at that. Pure Vanilla couldn’t help but notice how inexperienced Shadow Milk seemed to be at the whole thing as well. An idea crossed into his mind.
“Was that your first time?” Pure Vanilla asked, straight out. Shadow Milk gawked at him, before his face contorted in anger.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern,” he snapped back, his face flushed. Pure Vanilla hummed. It was his first time, then. Only someone who gets found out gets that defensive.
“So many years alive, and you’re only just now getting some action?” Pure Vanilla mocked. Shadow Milk groaned in frustration, rolling his eyes at Pure Vanilla.
“Get out of me,” Shadow Milk hisses, pushing Pure Vanilla, who remained unmoving.
“Should we make up for your lost time?” Pure Vanilla hums, and Shadow Milk pauses. He stares at him, before furrowing his eyebrows.
“Excuse me?” Shadow Milk mumbles. Pure Vanilla pulls out of his cunt, before grabbing his thin waist and flipping him over onto his stomach. Shadow Milk, as confused as he could possibly be, simply lets himself get manhandled. Once Shadow Milk is in a new position, Pure Vanilla begins to pump his cock a few times to get it hard again.
Shadow Milk turns his head and sees what Pure Vanilla is doing, and his face explodes in warmth. “Wait, I didn’t say anything about—”
“Should have thought it through when you went off to come get me,” Pure Vanilla cuts him off, lifting his hips to present his pussy to him again. Shadow Milk’s jaw drops, and he scoffs in annoyance at the other cookie.
However, he can’t deny the way his cunt throbs in want again, and how he helps Pure Vanilla position him for another round, giving in almost immediately.
It’s going to be a long night.