Every End Has A Beginning

Pure Vanilla began to whimper and make small little groans only to be so absent minded to the pleasure he was about to feel. Rubbing the outfit over his own practically trying to envelope it in the layers, the ruffles brushing against his neck in just the right way.

The sensation was immaculate to say the very least and while he had been sliding his slim fingers over the suit, he had only grown more desperate for the other. Imagining then in replacement to the shell being used in his place even when the original was right before his eyes.

He was holding back against practically just tossing the covers aside and mindlessly using the body as a vessel for his built up erection. He had pushed the lower half in between his thighs and began to sway his hips in a motion making the collar sway in the way his head would.

The portrait of the beast swaying to the motion was clear as day to him, his blue locks dripping down their shoulders as their eyes held a distinct need, begging for more, begging for the pleasure to thrive. Now sweaty, Pure Vanilla had begun dripping with precut only to be thankful of his white robes. 

The poor rags being clung to like a life line were covered in a white liquid, the sight made Pure Vanilla snap out of his trance only to realize he had cummed all over the other's clothes and now would have to keep it in a hidden place because why lose such a precious objsect to add to the collection he had taken back from the spiral like a shrine. It was obsessive and now sweaty decided to take a shower, as he walked into the shower he felt ever so embarrassed at what he had just done. 

*Oh witches did I just... Again... I won't be able to restrain myself for not much longer. Him being here, it just has an above effect and while he is unconscious there will be time he will wake and show me those outstanding eyes. How I miss his smile, the fangs that I could feel, my tongue could wrap around them if I'm lucky to get the chance. I know this is wrong on levels but on my half I have tired ever so much to keep my twitching fingers away from him. And how he is in clothes I have worn makes me bubble inside. When he wakes up I will ask questions but also show my affection to see if he breaks, I can fix him. Even if it means breaking him down and building him up again.*

As the shower got to an acceptable temperature, he stepped in making to wash his dirtiness away, though it will take while... He had gone for maybe ten minuets but it was definitely worth it. What he would do to Shadow Milk if he let him, collars, pet names, the other sitting on his lap, and so much more. 

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What. 

What on all of earth bread was that.

While listening in on whatever was going on, he heard the sounds of the latex in his suits being caressed and rubbed in very seductive ways. The iconic jester collar was moving in a repetitive motion while resting on the other's neck every once in a while. And the moaning. What was he doing to what wasn't his while he had been unconscious to drive his other half to hump his clothing? 

He was sweating under the covers and was trying his best not to break character in this certain situation, because depending on how the other would rect it would be horrible. As he heard the door to what be thinks is the bathroom, he lay there wondering if he had been violated by the foul cookie cleaning himself from all the heavy 'feelings' he just heard. Eyes opening he saw the state of his former clothing, it was covered in a white liquid he could only imagine as one thing.

Oh. 

Well that is something to say the very least.

Now feeling in the territory of a huge threat he now needed to leave, for his safety, sanity, and maybe even life by how wild Pure Vanilla had treated the body suit. 

Slowly rising from the bed he had been in for over witches knows how long, he tried to stand but was very wobbly by how he did it. Maybe all the years Spice had been nagging him to do exercise  was not to have been taken light hearted at this very awkward moment. Now on his feet he took small steps that soon turned into quick and silent footsteps as he opened the door as quietly as he could. To his relief, Pure Vanilla had not noticed the small sound and was still washing off what he had done. 

Now at an extremely fast pace, Shadow Milk was sprinting for his life to navigate where his half of the soul jam had gone. He could feel it before when asleep next to him but now it was further away and it gave him all the new reason to find it. It was close and probably in a hidden room, luckily it wasn't that hard of a puzzle to decipher even in his worried mind. Under a glass dome was his soul jam, glowing and calling to him like it had actually feelings. Now in capture of his freedom and most important asset, he had to return to beast yeast and hide until he was strong enough to return and mark his revenge. He couldn't go now because it was night and from memory the travel of an airship needed to be set in sunlight so for now hiding was his best option.

And he knew the perfect place. 

Staring at the sliver gates, Shadow Milk stood in front the entrance to the academy he had founded ever so long ago and with it came the hidden passageway through the back garden. Traveling through the unkept grass from no one tending to it as how well hidden it was, a wall with glyphs around the perfect height for the cookie as he had made it was old and musty. But none the less it was better than staying in the room with that freak, so pressing in the order needed to unlock the difficult spell, he entered the small hallway. Cobwebs, dust, mold were not to been seen by the protection cast upon it ever so long ago as how Shadow Milk hated it when places were dirty. Echos of the cookie's footsteps were the only thing to be heard as the door he was lookin for had finally appeared. On the door was a sign stating who stayed in the room with bold cursive writing:

"Blueberry Yogurt Cookie"

Scowling at the name tag to a door was low on his list of time spent so opened the door showing the old room he used to stay in when using for sleep. The room itself was like the dorms but with an intricate desk and towering bookshelves looking down on the cookie. It would be easy to access the books when floating but now he just had to wait. The room had a barrier that could burn out any chance of finding it, and the only exception was sadly the overpowering aura from his soul jam. 

Hopping on the bed he had missed ever so slightly, he could finally rest and in the morning he would hide in the cargo to travel as far away from that stupid kingdom he could. Even if the yellow weirdo would try to find him he would have to know the glyphs combo that was older than him. So for now he could sleep...