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— telepathy wet dream. 🦪

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( the dream is a knife with a sharp little point, stubby, fat, hot in his grip. qimir takes it and slides it, not without sensuality or a familiarity of use, against the opening seam of an oyster, which cracks with a little pressure — the sound like a shoulder popping out of a joint. two halves spread open. the meat inside is fluttery and pink, drenched in a saltwater sea of juices. it doesn't need dressing up, no mignonette to hide the flavor. qimir takes his tongue and runs it up the parting of flesh, flicking, teasing the food. he sucks at the top of it, earning a mouthful of salty, cummy water for his effort. when he presses into the flesh, he finds himself tonguing at a hard bit of something under the surface, toying with it, pushing with the tip of his tongue upwards, until a pearl deposits into his mouth. black, iridescent, following the unmistakable flavor of cunt to the back of his throat.

proof of parisa's personage, or maybe just her power: he wakes up with a pearl in his mouth. )