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“I didn’t cast a spell on you… This is casting a spell on you. It’ll feel a little weird, so prepare yourself.”
The cookie did as told, clenching his fists and closing his eyes. Pure Vanilla giggled softly, he didn’t need to prepare that much. He gently caressed his cheek, before waving his wand once more.
“Entrance little blue,
Vanilla, your fixation
Bewitching your heart.”
The magic, pink this time, flew out of his wand and wrapped itself around the helpless cookie. It rushed into his body, enveloping every part of him before settling over his eyes. The Blueberry cookie blinked, rubbing his eyes a tad.
“…Was that a love spell?”
“It should’ve been. Do you feel any different?”
The blonde wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer and against his body.
“…No, not at all.”
Blueberry Milk Cookie leaned in again, inserting his tongue into his lover's mouth. Once out of breath, he would pull away from him, wiping a slight bit of spit from his bottom lip.
“Seems like it did work a little bit…”
Pure Vanilla giggled softly, but Blueberry Milk seemed to have something else on his mind, staring to the side. His face was flushed a light purple. His voice hushed, he had a request.
“I don’t mean to be a nuisance but… Could you perhaps do that again?”
Pure Vanilla leaned in to kiss him again, but Blueberry Milk Cookie pulled back.
“Not that… With your magic.”
Pure Vanilla looked at him for a moment, before setting his wand down and putting his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath and let the mana flow, directing it through the Fount’s body.
“O-oh my… Goodness.”
Blueberry Milk Cookie whimpered softly, covering his mouth and arching his back.
“M-more?”
Pure Vanilla nodded, doing as told. He watched as the Fount tried to contain himself, squirming in his lap. He produced soft little moans on top of him.
”You may… Stop now. Gosh.”
He put his hand on top of the other’s, jolting as the energy began to flow through his hand as well. Doing as told, he cut off the flow, leaning into Blueberry Milk Cookie’s neck.
“Pure Vanilla… Have you engaged in intercourse before?”
“Only with a woman…”
“As a witch, I’m guessing. Hm… That’s fine. I’ll be your guide.”
Blueberry Milk Cookie pushed him down gently onto the bed.
“Our anatomy cannot be that different…”
Blueberry Milk Cookie lifted his robe up over his head, producing a soft little ‘wow’ from beneath him.
“You’re… so beautiful.”
The Blueberry Cookie smiled, setting the robe beside him. Blueberry Milk Cookie appeared fairly scrawny, but he had quite a bit of muscle in his arms and stomach.
Pure Vanilla wasn’t sure where to put his hands, his eyes darting between every part of his body. Blueberry Milk Cookie grabbed them and started them at his chest.
“Start with foreplay… Though I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”
He used his hands to cup his chest, leaning into the feeling. Pure vanilla was used to this already, so it didn’t take long before Blueberry Milk was softly moaning under his palms, biting one of his nails as his nipples were twisted.
“Hmm… Good boy. Keep one hand on my chest… You can let the other explore.”
Pure Vanilla’s face flushed up from the praise, listening to the other and beginning to explore his body with one of his hands. He ran a finger down over his muscles, stopping right above his belly button.
Blueberry Milk Cookie was wearing an absolutely beautiful garter belt. It was mainly black, of course, with blue accents. It featured beautiful ruffles at the hip, followed by an intricate black lace. It had handkerchief-inspired appliqué over the front, detailing the moon and stars… With the sun right over his crotch. The garter held up his lovely black socks, of course.
“I forgot to ask… This is alright with you, right? You do… Wish to do this with me?”
Pure Vanilla sat up on the bed, moving his hands down to his waist and fiddling with his underwear— Was he wearing a thong? His hand traveled to his butt to confirm it, leaning forwards towards the man.
“I’d have to be a fool to say no…”
He closed the distance and they were pulled into another kiss, but it was quickly broken by the Fount.
“Undress yourself.”
The tone was quite commanding, and Pure Vanilla felt compelled to follow it. Blueberry Milk Cookie got off of the other, going to his desk and bending over to fetch something from the drawer.
“Have you been wearing that since we’ve met?”
The Fount turned around and glanced at him,
“Yes… It holds up my socks.”
It did so much more than just hold up his socks. Pure Vanilla quickly got undressed, feeling, ironically, underdressed compared to the other. He wore some basic white boxers underneath his robe and that was it. He waited patiently for the Fount to come floating back with a bottle.
“This is lube… We’ll need a good amount of it… But not too much. Understand?”
Pure Vanilla nodded, grabbing him by his waist and pulling him flush against his body. Blueberry Milk Cookie couldn’t help but slightly grind against him.
“Mark me.”
Pure Vanilla wasn’t sure when during this interaction he had decided to behave so obediently. He leaned down, leaving plenty of bite marks and hickeys all over the Fount, in spots only the two of them would be able to see. He was fueled by the sounds his lover was making, ignoring his own erection.
His hands ventured to his waist again, and he began pouring mana into him once more.
“Haa— Pure Vanilla… Mmgh…”
The cookie would whine, squirming in his lap.
“More.”
He commanded… So he would listen. He laid him down onto the bed, grabbing the lube from beside him and popping open the bottle. He reached down to remove the Fount’s thong,
“Wait… I want to keep it on.”
Blueberry Milk Cookie turned around, presenting his backside to him.
“The string is small enough, see?”
He grabbed the string, lifting it just enough so that Pure Vanilla could get a glance at his entrance.
“Goodness me.”
The blonde quickly coated his fingers in the lube, shoving not one, but two fingers inside of him to start. Blueberry Milk Cookie clutched the bedsheets, his legs pressed together and his face buried into one of his pillows. Pure Vanilla could only hear muffled moans, so he leaned down and groped his chest.
“I want to hear you…”
He thrusted his fingers inside of him deeper, pressing his back against the Fount. It took him a moment, but he adjusted his face so the two could look directly at each other.
“As per your request— Aah… More! I want… More.”
He had hardly even gotten the chance to finger him… Greedy little thing.
“I want you, Pure Vanilla. Now...”
“You’re hardly ever this demanding…”
But he still listened, pulling his fingers out and getting ready to lube up his cock as well.
“Wait...”
Blueberry Milk Cookie sat up and turned around, moving his hand aside.
“I’ll do it.”
Before the blonde could say a word, Blueberry Milk was lowering his underwear and had his mouth on his cock.
“Hmm…”
The Fount bobbed his head up and down, sucking him off with such expertise. Pure Vanilla could already feel himself becoming close to finishing, putting a hand on top of his head.
“G-goodness, Bluebird… I’m close. That’s enough.”
The Fount furrowed his eyebrows, pulling away, but stopping at the tip.
“No… I want to taste you first.”
He nuzzled his cheek against his cock, tucking some hair behind his ear. He leaned up and kissed away the cum that beaded there, before using his tongue and going back down on him.
There wasn’t much Pure Vanilla could do against his demanding lover —not that he wanted him to stop anyhow— so he dug his fingers into his scalp and pushed his head down further. When he did this, Blueberry Milk Cookie would moan onto his dick, providing the two a lovely feedback loop of pleasure.
“Bluebird… I’m—”
Pure Vanilla tugged at his hair, attempting to pull him off so he wouldn’t cum in his mouth. But the other did not budge, in fact he burrowed himself down deeper and into his throat instead, causing the one above him to gasp. He groaned as he felt the Founts throat constrict around his cock as he attempted to swallow every bit of what he gave him.
The Fount eventually pulled back, gasping for air and coughing, wiping the drool from the bottom of his mouth.
“Are you okay? Goodness, I’m so-”
He was cut off by Blueberry Milk Cookie kissing him. His mouth tasted of vanilla now.
“Your concern is so attractive…”
He forced him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and resting his behind right over his waiting cock. He grinded against him, so desperate for the man…
“Pure Vanilla… Are you ready?”
He nodded frantically, placing his hands on his hips, fidgeting with the garter. Blueberry Milk Cookie smirked, reaching behind him and lining up his cock, very slowly allowing him to enter. The galaxy haired man bit his lip, breathing heavily above him. It was a task for Pure Vanilla to control himself. His lover was above him, flushed a beautiful shade of purple, taking his cock ever so slowly.
It was absolutely unbearable.
He was whining beneath him at this point, and Blueberry Milk Cookie was only halfway in.
“Patience…”
The blonde furrowed his eyebrows. Fuck patience, he needed him now. If his bluebird was allowed to be greedy, so was he.
He grabbed his thighs and purposely threw him off his balance, so that he would fall and land down directly onto his cock.
“Ooh— Bad boy!”
It was hard to take the scolding seriously when it was followed by the loudest moan he had heard from him so far.
“But you liked it…”
Blueberry Milk Cookie leaned forward, grabbing his hands and restraining them above his head.
“After that little stunt, you’ve lost the privilege to touch me…”
“What?”
The Fount began bouncing, moaning out above him.
“Please, let me…”
His lover shushed him by clenching down on his cock, drawing a moan out of the other. Where had he learned such vulgarity?!
“When you’ve learned to be a good boy, I’ll let you touch me again.”
Blueberry Milk Cookie thoroughly enjoyed the sound of Pure Vanilla whining below him, moaning out and nearly choking on his own spit… A sadistic part of him made him smile. Bringing such a powerful being like him down quite a few pegs just with his ass alone.
“Pathetic…”
He began to slow, now bouncing at an excruciating pace.
“Blueberry, go faster… I can’t take this.“
“What do you say?”
“Please, blue!”
“But I really like it when you whine like a cakehound… Will you be a good boy from now on?”
“Yes, I will behave, I will do whatever you tell me, I promise, just, please—”
His plea was cut off as his lover freed his hands, placing his own on his chest and bouncing on the man at full force. Pure Vanilla’s hands immediately went to his waist, bucking his hips up and making the other scream.
“Yes— Again, Just like that!”
The feeling of his lover hitting just the right spot was driving him mad, and he reached down to grasp at his cock. He still had it trapped within his underwear. The pain felt excruciatingly good, and he gently rubbed at his tip through his underwear.
That is, until Pure Vanilla swatted his hand away and grabbed his cock through his clothes, jerking him sloppily.
“Oh, witches— Pure Vanilla!”
“Blueberry Milk…!”
Blueberry Milk Cookie moaned out, digging his nails into his chest. He keeled over, breathing heavily against his lover as he came, shooting it all over the inside of his panties. Due to it being such a thin material, it seeped through and onto Pure Vanilla’s hand.
His lover knew he had came, but he didn’t stop. In fact, this fueled him to thrust into him faster. Blueberry Milk squealed, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. Pure Vanilla was still gripping his cock, slightly continuing to pump it as the slightest bit of cum continued to leak out. It wasn’t long before Pure Vanilla was stuffing his treat with lovely vanilla cream.
“Oooh… Goodness.”
Blueberry Milk Cookie collapsed onto his dear, panting heavily. He didn’t move at all until he had come down from his high. He lifted himself off of his cock, whining softly.
“That was… Lovely. You are so positively lovely…”
He leaned down to kiss him, but found that something else had already occupied his mouth… His fingers. He was licking the cum off of his hand from when he had jerked him. With such vigor, too. Like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
“I need more of this…”
“Pure Vanilla?”
Pure Vanilla growled, sitting up and pushing Blueberry down onto the bed. His carnal hunger for that flavor was being teased. He immediately got between his legs, moving his thong aside and licking and slurping absolutely every inch of him. Blueberry Milk Cookie spread his legs, crying out.
“Pure Vanilla— Mmgh!”
Blueberry Milk Cookie looked down at him… He had such a completely different demeanor. Pure Vanilla met his eyes, pulling back slightly to lick his lips, before going down onto his cock. The only thing the other cookie could do was lay there and cry out. His lover had no intention of stopping, tasting absolutely every inch of him that he could manage.
“Nilla… I’m— I’m going to cum!”
Pure Vanilla sucked harder, hollowing out his cheeks. He then went to the tip of his cock as his lover squealed, catching every single drop of his cum. He saved every bit of it, worshipping the cock before him, enough to the point where Blueberry Milk Cookie ended up finishing one final time.
By then though, the two were done. They both had had their fill, and Pure Vanilla took it upon himself to get the two of them cleaned up so the Fount could rest peacefully.