<span style="font-weight: bold">Indulgence (for Synys)</span><br/><br/>Indulgence doesn’t remotely resist, as her fingers tickle the back of your throat. Submissively, willingly, she bows her head towards your lips, only the softest of moans escaping her own as you being to swallow her down to join her sister…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">(for Jules)</span><br/><br/>“As it happens,” the girl smirks, “I’m a divine creation - and<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>I see why<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>got<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>,” she whispers, pressing up tight against him, as dark smoke rolls obscuringly about them, as if her proposition to a shy lover has been accepted. “See, my little sisters were created in this moment, mayfly lives lived only to be devoured by your companions. It’s their destiny, and they’re entirely willing to live it to its end. They can worm their way down<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>throat, even the tightest and most inexperienced - and if your friends prefer to be eaten instead of doing the eating, they can handle that, too.” She smirks, circling you, her breath hot against your neck. “Me?” She continues, hands resting on your shoulders, fingernails sharp and long as claws, “I’m the one who deals with<span style="font-style: italic">unwilling</span>meals,” she continues. “All you have to do,” she whispers, “is squirm on the way down. Can you do that for me?”