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One moment he was building the next he was being pushed face first into his own wall. He fought against whoever it was but couldn’t get free. He gave in, relaxing in their hold.

”There we go” Cleo’s voice sounded.

”What’s going on Cleo?” He asked, “Why is my face in my wall?”

Blessendly once he’d stopped fighting her grip on him had relaxed he was still pinned to the wall but not completely forced.

”Oh I was wondering if you were down for some degrading as hell sex?” Cleo asked.

A shiver went down his spine as heat rushed to his core, “Yeah I’m down for that, can I dump my inventory?”

”Of course,” Cleo agreed, letting him go fully.

He darted to his shulker boxers and dumped all his build supplies into it.

”Come on, we're going to my base,” Cleo said.

”Lead the way,” He nodded.

They took off with a burst of firework and he followed behind with a flap of his wings.

They flew over the server until Cleo’s base came into view and they landed.

Cleo grabbed his wrist and all but dragged him into her house.

He stretched his wings out a bit once they got to her bedroom.

Cleo’s smirk was mean as she said, “Clothes off slut, on the edge of the bed.”

He did as told because batting wasn’t wait this was about. He sat on the bed where they told him to.

”The slut’s so eager to get fucked that he’ll do whatever anyone asks of you,” Cleo said, she’d also taken her clothes off and came over to stand in front of him.

He opened his mouth to protest but they pushed two fingers between her lips pressing against his tongue.

He almost gagged but managed to simply glare up at her.

Cleo gave a mean laugh, “Should I get out a gag?”

He shook his head, hollowing out his cheek to suck in their fingers, swirling his tongue around them.

“Such a slutty bird he has to suck on whatever’s in his mouth,” Cleo said, thrusting them in and out.

He whined.

She choked him on her fingers for real a few times before pulling them al the way out.

He let out another whine more pathetic than the first.

Another mean laugh, “Scott back whore.’

He moved back till he was at the head of the bed.

”Hands and knees,” Cleo ordered, “Got to fuck a lot properly.”

He swallowed, flipping himself onto his hands and knees.

”Maybe you are good for something,” they said.

His boxers were stripped off of him and two fingers immediately entered his cunt, slick with his spit and so his slick.

Cleo was fast and rough in stretching him out, more so making sure he get hurt not to give him pleasure or even that he was comfortable.

Three fingers left him and he left out yet another whine.

”Can’t stand being empty even for a second,” Cleo tasked.

”Please Cleo,” He nearly begged.

”Say you’re a slut,” Cleo said.

He swallowed hesitating for a second before giving in, “I’m a slut.”

Cleo entered him in one thrust.

He dropped to his forearms as he moaned.

Cleo waited for a bit for him to adjust before starting a hard pace.

His moans were unstoppable as he gave into the pleasure.

”Would just be happy being fucked all the time,” Cleo said meanly into his ear.

He nodded, “Please.”

”Please what slut?” Cleo prompted.

”Please can I cum?” He pleaded.

”I’m not stopping you,” Cleo said.

He moaned out her name as he came.

Cleo didn’t stop though fucking him directly through his orgasm and to where overstimulation went back to being pleasure.

The knot didn’t start up again and he was almost grateful when their thrusts somehow sped up more till they stilled deep inside him and came.

He let out the smallest of whines as she pulled out of him.

They helped him lay down and pressed a kiss to his lips before saying, “I’m going to start a bath. I'll be right back, love.”

He nodded, breathing himself back into his brain.

Cleo came back and with an endlessly gentle hand cleaned him up in the bath before letting him curl into her and fall asleep, her hands running through his hair.