Obsidian appears as if by magic! “You rang?”

“My love should be illegal, it's basically a mind-altering drug~!”

“Who needs tiddy drops when you have—” Obsidian casually curled a finger around the ties keeping her lingerie up and in one smooth motion she pulled them free! Her cock promptly bounced up, and those heavy nuts of hers dropped in an alluring manner. “. . . A nut drop~!”

{ I think I'm going to go ahead and make a list of people I am going to DM RP with. So I can more easily keep up and stuff. Won't make it now though cause ish about to sleep. But yeah— three cheers for organizational skills? }

Belly rub.

What is this foreign concept?! Rub rub rub.

“Magic is a fluid science I believe, so what reason would there be for it not to be— there's sexual magic after all.”

“Giving a short person a belly rub, warming them up for other activities.” Obsidian replied simply, her fingers now pushing lower and lower, as if she were perhaps trying to rub more than her belly.

Obsidian tickled the flesh of Vivi's lower belly as her lips came to lock around the travelling girl's left ear. It was a coy little nip, enough to tease but not enough to cause pain of any sort. “Is being short really so bad~? I think it's cute.”

“Are you a serious woman though? I don't think you are—” As the words left the Dolly's lips, her fingers proceeded down in between Vivi's thighs where they'd curl up and softly knead the woman's lower lips. “I think you're a little pervert, don't you?”

“Can't I?” Those fingers went taught for a moment, both index and middle pushing hard against Vivi's clothed folds as she reached for the wrist. “I think I can. . . I think I will. . . and I think you'll like it, my pervy little magician.”

The music of Stocking's orgasms.

Good thing Obsidian didn't much care for her public image and had long ago embraced her perverted directive. Pinching the cloth of Vivi's shorts, Obsidian tugged twice before sighing as if frustrated. “Hush, little Traveller, and take these offending garments off.”

It's Father's day, but that doesn't mean call Obsidian Daddy just because she has a cock— “Please. . . Don't call me daddy, papa, father. . . Just Mistress and Master, or Obsidian.”

A arm swiftly snaked around Vivi's neck as warm breath cascaded over her ear again. This time it was followed by the sharp pain of a quick bite delivered to soft flesh. “Take them off. . . Now. You're already wet and stressed, I see no reason for you to not relax and obey.”

“I'll send you to China, I swear.” How could Obsidian not have expected this?!

“But. . . They. . . Christy. . . Nevermind.” Baps the Christy with a newspaper instead. “Don't call me that, Mommy is fine, but as much as my dick might suggest, I still have some female organs.”

Obsidian isn't the type to pull out. She just loves to see her creamy white spunk drool out of the cunny she ravaged as her lover groans and twitches, mind absolutely shattered by orgasmic ecstacy.

“Welcome to the land of the awoken, Strange creature.” Obsidian spoke with a warm tone that played counter to her chilled, pale looks.

Squeezy hand motions and lots of lip licking— now Obsidian wants to make Sapphire even more of a mother AND she wants to absolutely tease that rack!