Pluto stormed through the door of their dimly lit apartment, his blue conqueror frame splattered with the crimson remnants of his latest planetary conquest, a feral grin splitting his face. Vega lounged on the couch in her hated stripper outfit—a shimmering eclipse-patterned bodysuit that hugged her deer animatronic curves, hair cascading over her eyes and that ever-present collar with its dangling leash. "Back from playing butcher again?" she quipped, her voice sharp and teasing as she eyed the blood. "You look like you need a serious scrub-down before you track that mess everywhere."
Pluto's eyes locked on her, hunger overriding the gore. "Cleaning can wait, my fierce little eclipse. That leash is calling my name, and so is that body of yours. I've been hard for you since I left." Vega arched a brow, strong and unyielding, rising to meet him with a sway of her hips. "Oh, is that so? You think you can just waltz in and claim me after one of your killing sprees? I'm not your trophy, conqueror—though I might let you try if you ask nicely." Their banter crackled with tension, her wit matching his roughness as she tugged the leash playfully toward her.
"Nice? Where's the fun in that?" Pluto growled, yanking the leash to pull her close, his hands roaming her ass as he pressed his hardening cock against her. Vega didn't yield, instead grinding back with a smirk. "Horny bastard. Fine, but if we're doing this, I'm not some submissive doll—you're going to work for it." She dropped to her knees with commanding grace, freeing his throbbing length and wrapping her lips around his cock in a wet, teasing blowjob that had him panting already.
The air thickened with desire as Pluto guided her with the leash, but Vega set the pace, sucking him deep until he was dripping with her saliva. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect," he rasped. "Get up here—my cock needs that pussy now." She rose, strong legs straddling him on the couch, outfit peeled aside to reveal her slick folds. He thrust into her hard, filling her dripping pussy as they moved in a sweaty rhythm, the leash taut in his fist while she rode him with fierce control, her ass bouncing against his hips.
"Deeper, you serial-killing tease," Vega demanded between moans, her body clenching around him. Pluto obliged, flipping their positions without breaking the leash's hold, pounding into her until she came with a shuddering cry, her juices coating him. He followed soon after, groaning as he spilled hot cum deep inside her, both of them sweating and panting in the aftermath.
Vega traced a finger over his blood-streaked chest, her voice laced with promise. "Not bad for round one, but don't think you're done yet." Pluto chuckled darkly, leash still in hand. "All night, just like I planned." She leaned in close, eyes glinting behind her hair. "Then you'd better keep up, because this deer bites back."
But as their bodies cooled, the leash tugged once more, hinting at pleasures—and conquests—yet to unfold across the chapters ahead.
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