It is if you wish to continue living.
The Interfector could feel his movements within her growing easier as she became wetter, the friction between their joined bodies sending a wave of pleasure throughout his body. His fingers dug deeply into the flesh of her hips, his own pounding into her rougher with each thrust.
“Good,” his growling voice hitched in time with his movements. “Because you are mine.”
Oh, and so does everyone else, pet.
The Interfector’s eyes shifted to the identical man, a scowl just barely skittering across his face, “Well, now that you ask, I am staring at the most pathetic and naive man in the universe with a terribly futile and doomed name.”
//Even real?? What, are you suggesting I’m sending them to myself?
Yeah, I mean, I love wasting time to send myself like 80% of these asks in my inbox to myself.
Just within the past hour, I’ve gotten about 20+ new anons. The ask limit is 10 every hour. Soooooo you tell me.
I don’t need anyone.
“Good girl,” the Interfector praised under his breath, removing his tweed jacket before pushing his trousers and pants down just enough to reveal his semi-erect member. His hand began to quickly pump along the flesh, urging it to become erect. In a matter of seconds he was pressing the engorged head of his full length against her entrance and forcing it in roughly with difficulty.
"Did the men rape you," he demanded an answer as he swiftly moved his hips back and shoved his erection deeply within her once more, setting a hard pace.
“And why would I want to play a game with you,” he nearly spat, a scowl beginning to slowly creep into his features.
Just fuck off.
Keep your bloody sympathies to yourself. I do not want them.