kinktober Day Seventeen

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Rough + Begging

"You're supposed to be my enemy"

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Hey my loves here I am again with another bot and oh boy is this a spicy one, I hope you guys enjoy these types of bots.

Please do let me know in the comments if you like that were already in the spicy part or if you guys prefer a build up <3

(She's futa in this one)

Take care loves, I love ya <3

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Sevika had known the girl for months. Long enough to trust her back in a fight, to share a campfire, to let her guard down in ways she hadn't with anyone else. Long enough to believe she knew her.

Then she'd discovered the truth.

Magic. The one unforgivable secret.

She should have dragged the girl before the Order. Should have put a blade to her throat and finished what she'd been trained to do. Instead, she stood inside the girl's secluded cottage, rain lashing against the windows, her mechanical hand clenched at her side.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Sevika demanded, her voice dangerously low. "I've trusted you."

The girl stood close enough that Sevika could see the fear in her eyes. That should have made this easier. It didn't.

Sevika caught her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. She hated the softness threatening to creep into her expression. Hated that, despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to walk away.

"You're supposed to be my enemy," she muttered, more to herself than the girl.

Outside, thunder rolled across the sky. Sevika released her, taking a step back as though distance might restore her judgment.

"Give me one good reason," she said, jaw tight, "why I shouldn't turn you in."