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It would be a treat for both of them, and it was entirely unfair to make Noon do all of the work all the time, even if Zendaya could never get enough of Noon fucking his knot and seed deep into her. Noon wanted to, nudging her here and there, letting out small whines, and Zendaya couldn’t help but press a string of pleas into the cushion. The thought made her whimper around her fingers. It was torture. The sounds were obscene. But it wasn’t about her, no matter how badly she wanted it. She was nothing but Noon’s fucktoy, nothing but a sluthole for him to fill and fuck and fill some more. Noon pawed at her, his claws making Zendaya let out a hiss, knowing they’d leave marks on her thighs and backside.
