Are you Fucking writing about us right now!?
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Are you Fucking writing about us right now!?
“So how did you come across this spell again?” Magma asks, leaning back with a quizzical expression on his face.
“Twilight and from that book you used to find and fuck Loona,” Hollow points out skimming through the pages after finishing the circle around them.
“Okay, so what will happen to us?” he replies.
“According to the spell, we will take over somecreature else’s body and mind that are willing to be taken over mind you and feel the same so we will be controlling ourselves and them at the same time, so we will mirror our actions both here and wherever they are,” Hollow explains. “Only thing is I don’t know who or what we will be in control of,” she points out.
“Alright and how long will this last?” Magma asks, curious to how long this will be going on.
“An hour or two, or when we are sexually sated,” Hollow tells him.
“Sounds interesting, let's try it,” Magma says as he leans back.
“Okay first thing is first, we need to be naked since well we will be fucking here but are conciousness will be elsewhere,” Hollow explains to which they both strip exposing their fun bits. “Mmm looking good,” Hollow says, eying his flaccid dong.
“Oi, we're doing it in other creatures' bodies or whatever, so keep it at bay,” Magma tells her, trying to get her back on track.
“Fine,” Hollow pouts as she clears her throat ready to cast the spell.
“Sí, esta broma ha vuelto. Espero que disfrutes de este fic o serás maldecido,” she begins as the circle beneath them begins to light up. “Y puedes creer que este es el tercer crossover de jefes infernales que he hecho. ¡También Hollow tiene un culo tan gordo que puedes rebotar una cuarta parte!” she finishes as a bright light flashes before them blinding both of them.
Soon his eyes open feeling like he was hit by a stampede of buffalo. Looking around he notices he is in a small apartment specifically what looks to be the living room. He then glances down to see he is holding a guitar in his lap. He was wearing black dress pants and noticed his red hands and noticed his buttoned up suit jacket topped with a red bowtie, rubbing his head he felt one of the horns sticking out from the top of his head.
“H-Hollow?” he mutters in a different voice then he’s used to, finding he sounds like an alien.
“Y-yeah?” A country sounding voice responds feeling the same way as him. He gazes at her, noting her body is about the same with giant G cup jugs contained in a black crop top, and wearing black tights to match, containing some seriously wide hips. “You okay Magma?” she asks.
“Yeah, man my head hurts,” he responds, looking at her and feeling his heart begin to race.
“Well we did force our consciousnesses into two random beings,” Hollow points out looking at him and noting how familiar looking this imp is. “Holy shit, I know this guy you took over!” she exclaims. “Think his name was Roxxie or Foxxie,” she tries to remember.
“What? How!?” he responds in kind confused.
“Remember when I went and talked with Loona’s dad and I ended up meeting her co-workers and ended up blowing them and got into a fight with that weird horny ass bird?” Hollow asks. “He was one of the co-workers who I blew and had cum that tastes like chipotle,” she finishes.
“Seriously? What are the odds,” he responds. “Then who are you in control of? His girlfriend or something?” Magma questions.
“Think so, I remember him muttering about how he was worried that he’d get in trouble for it,” she answers.
“Right, well at least we established who we are, plus that explains why my heart is racing” he responds.
“Yup must mean he loves who I am controlling,” Hollow teases, booping his nose, looking down and noticing a straining tent in his pants. “What do we have hidin’ down here?” she asks in a sultry tone reaching down to stroke the tent.
“Mmmmm,” he responds, putting the guitar down and reaching forward to grope her breasts, squishing and playing with them in his hands. “So soft,” he adds his erection threatening to destroy his nice dress pants.
“Let’s get this big fella out to play,” she purrs, kneeling down in front of him and unbuttoning his pants letting his red thick cock pop out like a jackinthebox.
With a sultry grin she grasps his shaft and begins to jerk him off slowly with each stroke, his odd shape of his dick is foreign to her having a lot of odd skin flapping up when she goes upwards with a stroke and then stretching downwards. She gives a nice long lick noting his tip isn’t flat but rather more roundish in shape.
She quickly takes her top off letting her glorious red bosom flop free and wraps the twins around his rod and begins jerking him off with them giving his tip some loving kisses. He moans leaning back on the couch loving every minute of her masturbating him with her sweater stretchers, causing pre cum to begin drippling down his rocket. Using his pre as lube she is able to slide her breasts faster against his shaft even changing each boobs direction with one going up and the other going down and applying more pressure to add to his pleasure.
“ Oh crumbs Gaaaaaaaah!” he lets out as the first blast of cum fires out hitting her straight in the face and dripping off and onto her melons. The second blast goes into the air and lands on her ta tas painting her red body white with his spooge.
“Boy this is really thick,” She responds, licking some up. “It still tastes like chipotle!” she exclaims happily before he pounces and pins her down, lifting her legs past her head and tearing open a hole in her tights exposing her leaky cunt.
“Sorry honey, but I need to bury my bone somewhere,” he teases as he thrusts forward, spearing himself into her velvet curtain. “So tight!~” he moans as he begins to plap her with reckless abandon.
The room fills with wet meaty slaps and moans so loud that the neighbours are hearing the free live sex show. Magma looks down his heart racing in time with each throb from his cock and leans down and begins to make out with Hollow swapping spit and working their sharp tongues and wrapping their smooth tails together forming a heart shape with the tips. Knowing the owners of the bodies are having just as much pleasure as them if not even more as the wet squelches and spit swapping get more intense as they continue.
Hollow is the first to cum her cunny tightening on his dick and spasming trying to coax his fun juice out while spraying her own all over his cock, balls and the floor. Her eyes cross and her tongue falls out as she does so.
Magma’s own orgasm follows suit as his sack tightens and churns before discharging powerful waves of spooge as he collapses atop of her in between her twin peaks as he fills her with liquid love.
As the two are in the throes of passion the same light comes up and they soon find themselves back in their own bodies in the same position with Magma flooding Hollow with his cock cream and bloating her up like a balloon.
The two orgasm for about more than five minutes, unable to get up but just twitching.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Hollow mutters, her tongue still hanging free and eyes still crossed.
“I can’t feel my dick,” Magma adds.
“We ever doing this again?” Hollow asks.
“Maybe like twice a year,” he answers. “And remind me to ask Loona about them,” he adds.
Meanwhile back in that realm outside the apartment…
“Wow Mox and Mils really went at it,” a sharply dressed tall imps says, putting away his camcorder and sliding down his ladder. “Gotta come by again sometime,” he adds, grabbing the ladder and unextending it. “Does our cum really taste like chipotle?” he wonders as he carries it off.
