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A drabble and a half
...or more precisely, a 149-word drabble.
“You’re such a hot bitch, aren’t you, Lucius?” the Dark Lord whispers and Lucius can’t suppress the shiver that these words, that being called *that*, cause. The heat in his belly rises again, and the creature behind him chuckles. Only it sounds more like a hiss, and that makes Lucius even hotter, makes him moan loudly when the scaly fingers find their way into him for the second time that night.
“You’ve missed your master, haven’t you. And yet you haven’t looked for me,” Lucius can barely focus on the words so caught up he is in the concentric ripples of pleasure flowing from the spot inside him that the Dark Lord is stroking. “But I forgive you.” The fingers withdraw and Lucius cries out as he’s filled to the brim by hard unforgiving presence. “After all how could I not when you give me such a warm welcome?”
“You’re such a hot bitch, aren’t you, Lucius?” the Dark Lord whispers and Lucius can’t suppress the shiver that these words, that being called *that*, cause. The heat in his belly rises again, and the creature behind him chuckles. Only it sounds more like a hiss, and that makes Lucius even hotter, makes him moan loudly when the scaly fingers find their way into him for the second time that night.
“You’ve missed your master, haven’t you. And yet you haven’t looked for me,” Lucius can barely focus on the words so caught up he is in the concentric ripples of pleasure flowing from the spot inside him that the Dark Lord is stroking. “But I forgive you.” The fingers withdraw and Lucius cries out as he’s filled to the brim by hard unforgiving presence. “After all how could I not when you give me such a warm welcome?”