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Ilya pulled off with a wet pop, a thin trail of white fluid connecting his lips to Shane’s nipple. He looked up at Shane’s stunned, confused face and chuckled.
“The little one doesn’t even know his own biology,” he mused, before licking the droplet from the swollen tip. “Succubi produce when they are well-fed and thoroughly satisfied.”
Before Shane could process that, Ilya’s hands were everywhere again–two on his hips making him bounce on his cocks, two rubbing and pinching his milk-slick nipples.
(or, when newly turned succubus Shane sneaks into the open penthouse window, he realizes he's not the predator in this game)
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- Part 15 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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20 Mar 2026
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Shane never knew when it was going to happen, and he liked that. A lot. Ilya liked it, too. Coming up behind him to place a loose hand around Shane’s throat, laughing at the way his breath stuttered and eyelids slotted together. And then he would pull away, do something mundane, like reach for mustard in the fridge, like Shane wasn’t standing there, buzzing like a bee.
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11 Mar 2026
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Ilya was in Europe for a month and Shane was home in Canada. What will happen when they reunite after all that time apart?
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pure and shameless filth. enjoy!
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22 Feb 2026
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Hollander is acting strange.
Ilya gets to the bottom of it.
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05 Feb 2026
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Media: Here is the goodest most normal boy.
Me: Oh so he’s a lil fucked up, got it. Here he is developing a bruise kink on top of everything else going on.Something’s different, just in general. Like wearing sunglasses, a filter of sorts over everything, but if Shane was in any way honest with himself, he’d know it was more like going without for the first time.
He’s painfully aware of his body these days; how it looks, how it moves, how it responds to… stimuli. And it is responding, lately. His bruises, too: always just there, so used to them they’d barely registered anymore, but recently there’s been a sort of constant hum of them at the edge of his awareness. It’s a layer of input he really doesn’t need right now, busy as he is.
But he’s been woken up. Restless. Needy.
Late in bed, when all his chores are done, fingers travel up to his collarbone, where the newest acquisition is waiting for him.
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30 Jan 2026