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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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⠀ ❝ 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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shape. ❞

Pointed up at her head wings.

⠀ ❝ I had a custom-made coat, but it got a bit incinerated in my last adventure. ❞
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louder than she intended, letting out an awkward cough to cover before they forced the rest of the jerky into her mouth. The bird struggled helplessly to swallow it down, coughing more as a result.

⠀ ❝ Ahem, bed? You sure those would be clean, or comfortable for me? I don't have your people's

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instincts of a harpy made her interpret the form of others more than she cared to...

The natural instincts of a harpy made her take in the form of others a bit more than she'd like...

⠀ ❝ There are certainly other things I'd rather munch on right about now, ❞ Antigone whispered a little

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Another small yet sharp nudge to the flesh, waiting to be chewed through before her response, only to lose her train of thought as the knight disrobed. Mouth agape—meaty crumbs on the table—and eyes opening, each centimetre of the ordinary wear viewed like a divine garment.

The natural

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She is tough and crude.

But a more casual and cute outfit is never out of question.
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The bird smirked all the same.
While her lower limbs suddenly sprung upwards, potent thighs wrapped themselves around Silica's lower back, pulling the knight in closer with an impervious leg-lock.

⠀ ❝ But it seems this brigand has captured you better, Miss Knight.~ ❞

Squirming from the carnal touches to her love handles, she muffled moans and purrs down their throat at the knead of those fatty deposits continued, broken as lips departed and a strand of spit connecting them fell on Antigone's chin.

⠀ ❝ You've caught a lot more than that from me... ❞

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as good, long company, she'll have to make them a real meal - with fresh ingredients - instead of whatever this is.

⠀ ❝ Hrm, ❞ she paused, and thought. ❝ Not sure what you would call 'great,' but yeah, there are civilizations away from this place that are way better off. ❞
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bit down into the tough jerky, pulling and chewing with her teeth, till a slither ran down their throat. She nearly retched over the flavour and texture, forcing herself to swallow.

Either Antigone's palate was too refined, or Silica must be too used to scraps like this; if the knight ends up

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⠀ ❝ A cow... that phrase means a lot of things to me, even what is considered a 'livestock' cow in one world might end up as a 'sapient' cow in another world. ❞

Her hand raised with hesitance, yet relented, trusting their assessment on the source of the flesh. Taken between her digits, she

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homeland.

... Antigone liked being that doll.

She tumbled forthwith from the push, laying back into the log, while her arms lowered to wrap around Silcia, pulling her along on top. A subtle moan from her throat as their bodies rubbed together, kissing up firmly.