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Truthless Recluse let out a startled gasp as he was slammed into a cool wall, as a dick was shoved into his wet cunt.
“Sh-Shadow Milk-! Master Shadow Milk!” He screamed, clawing at the Beasts back, as the cookie before him continuously slammed his cock into the former Ancients tight womb. He felt so light, free, full of happiness for the cookie that was assaulting his reproductive organs.
Shadow Milk let out a primal growl. “Yes, Nilly, scream my name!”
The sound of skin slapping against skin, and moans filled the dark room. The pair soon found themselves on the bed, Shadow Milk thrusting faster.
“Shadow Milk-! I… I’m gonna-“
There was a loud, guttural scream before the Beast released inside of the former Ancient, and Truthless came on Shadow Milk’s cock, panting softly as he pulled out.
“Oh, Nilly~, you were so good tonight!” Sharp nails threaded through Truthless’ gold and blue tresses, brushing the ebony bangs away from his clouded over eyes.
He looked so powerless. Pliant. Perfect.
“What would I ever do without my sweet Silly Vanilly to keep me company in this lonely spire I call home?” The beast asked.
“Most likely reign destruction on all of cookie kind,” the former Ancient murmured, leaning into the touch, eyelids fluttering.
“I suppose so…” Shadow Milk smiled. “Though the thought has crossed my mind even while you’re here, destroying all of Crispia, just for you,”
“Is that so…?” Truthless yawned, falling asleep shortly after.
“Good night, my dear.” Shadow Milk kissed the Recluse’s forehead, lips soft against his skin.
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Pure Vanilla woke up in a bright room. He slowly blinked his eyes, and looked around for his staff with the little vision he had.
“What an odd dream…” he muttered, reaching for his staff.
A warm feeling shot up his arm, and to his eyes as soon as his fingers made contact with the relic. The sleepy king rubbed his eyes. He felt his crotch. Fuck, his underwear was soaked, how vile.
He’s a married man, what the fuck was that dream???
“Pure Vanilla…?” A soft knock on the door was heard, before a pale, tanned cookie walked in, her long white hair swishing behind her like snow. “Oh good, you’re awake!”
“Good morning, Lily,” Vanilla smiled. “I see you’re back from your adventures in Beast Yeast,”
Lily nodded. “Indeed, it was quite informative, I’ll explain at our council meeting later.”
“We have one today?” Pure Vanilla asked.
“Yes…” White Lily looked at him concerned. “Vanilla, are you feeling alright?” she reached her hand up to his forehead. “You never forget our meetings…”
The king laughed awkwardly. “Perhaps I’m still tired.” He stood up, feeling slick gushing from his cunt. Vanilla felt disgusting. “I'm going to take a warm bath to clear my thoughts, I’ll see you later, my queen.”
“Oh, don't forget, Custard wanted to meet with you in the library today before our meeting,” White Lily said.
“Yes of course.”
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The servants had drawn a wonderful bath for Pure Vanilla. It smelled of brown sugar and steamed milk, with a hint of… blueberries…? Why would it-
His gaze locked onto the mirror. Holy shit… he was… stunning.
He walked closer to the mirror, eyes wide. Black streaks through his bangs, his long blonde tresses faded into a dark cobalt. His eyes were sharpened with eyeliner, giving him an almost cat-like gaze, his lips stained ebony black.
Pure Vanilla blinked, and his reflection was once again normal. Odd…
He stepped into the tub, letting out a sigh of content. The warm milk around his dough felt wonderful, although… he had to admit, something felt… off to him.
That dream… it felt so nice to- Pure Vanilla shook his head. No. He was a married cookie, he had made a promise, took a vow to White Lily, and yet… why was he thinking about the Beast who tortured him for who knows how long in that awful spire, who messed with his mental state until he had thoughts of hurting the young cookies who had adventured with him because of their pleas, and who had slapped him across the face when he offered to be his friend.
The place where Shadow Milk had slapped him still stung. He absentmindedly rubbed it. Maybe the beast would kiss the same cheek? Tell him he’s so good for- NO! No, no, no, he should not be thinking of that.
…
But… why??? Why were these thoughts happening??? They’re not normal at all, he shouldn't be having them.
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore that feeling in his chest.
...
Yeah, that wasn't working. He let out a sigh, getting out of the tub. Perhaps Black Raisin Cookie would have an answer? The two usually confided in each other when they didn't know who else to go to, and for Pure Vanilla, this was definitely one of those times.
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Black Raisin was in the garden as usual, a raven on her shoulder, tending to some of the flowers.
“Mind if I join you?” Pure Vanilla asked, sitting next to her.
“Vanilla? Of course.” Black Raisin nodded. “You look like you have something on your mind,”
“I do.” He turned to her. “Please don't tell White Lily Cookie, but… I had a dream last night…”
“As most Cookies do,”
“No, but-” He sighed. “It was about me and another cookie…”
SMACK.
“Pure Vanilla Cookie!” She scolded
“I know, I know! And I feel disgusting, but at the same time..” he trailed off.
“You couldn't possibly be…” Her voice trailed off, and a new voice whispered in his ear.
“Would it be so bad to be with Shadow Milk instead? He’s your other half, he understands you like no one else~”
“Yes, but-”
“But what? You know you have feelings for him, that dream you had only proves it.”
“But White Lily-”
“Who cares about he-”
“GRANDPA!” Custard Cookie III slammed into him, hugging him tightly, snapping him out of whatever daydream he was having. “You never showed up to the library, are you okay?”
Pure Vanilla patted Custard's head. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just lost track of time.” He turned to Black Raisin Cookie. “Thank you for your time, my friend.”
“Yeah… sure…” Black Raisin nodded as Pure Vanilla and Custard walked out of the garden.
Something was wrong with Pure Vanilla.