Stranded in Tartarus with no backup, no plan, and no way out. Nothing but the sounds of defeated slurping, and the moans of a satisfied shadow. “𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗“ 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚.

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Arisato whimpers when you press against her prostate. Pass it on.

All you braindead persona-bitches are long overdue for a lesson in 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘.‍ ‍ ⠀ Lucky for you, I’m a damn good teacher. 🤣

Deal. Bucket of bolts is off limits.

Least obvious shadowbait physique.

Easiest way to get a boss shadow’s attention is with the clap of your fat ass. Just a tip.

Waking Arisato up with a face full of shadowy nutsludge. God, I’m so clever it’s not even funny.

Hey, you. Flash me your tits.

Shadows fuck better.

It’s definitely cheating if it’s with a shadow.

Shadows have a secret, impossibly crippling weakness to enemies wearing the battle bikini. And yes — I’m totally lying again.

Grabbing the next bubble butt I see. Call it a shadow’s hello.

Wrist thick shadow shaft.

Seriously — she’s not kidding.

Heh.

Keep complaining, and I’m summoning Shadow-Athena to go for all three, brat.

You heard it here first folks; shadows are too big.

‍‍ ‍ ⠀ 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘝𝘚. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 🤣 ‍  ‍ ‍ ⠀ ‍ ‍ ⠀‍ ‍ ⠀

The 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 self. NO THOUGHTS, ONLY SHADOW AIGIS' COCK! NO THOUGHTS, ONLY SHADOW AIGIS' COCK!