Our First Night in Maul-ta
It was a hot, muggy night in Maul-ta, a little town a few miles out from Cannibal Town. Pride’s bloody red moon shined brightly overhead as Husk and Rosie followed two goat-like bellhops down the walkway until they arrived at their hotel room; one carrying the key to the room and the other pushing the trolley with their luggage. The two overlords chuckled as they exchanged looks, smiling at each other and linking their arms together as they walked.
“Here we are your lordship, and… ladyship, Room #666,” The one bellhop chimed, “Are you going to want any help settling in?” Husk looked to Rosie who noticed the other bellhop panting, clearly exhausted, and shook her head. Husk nodded understandingly and said, “No, no, we can take it from here. I’ll call to have the trolley retrieved once we’re done.”
“Thank… you,” the bellhop wheezed. Rosie stepped forward and said, “I’ll take the key, and you go and take that poor man to get some water.” The bellhop gave a salute as he handed Rosie the room key, tipping his cap and said, “Hope you enjoy your stay at the Sanguine Inn.” He quickly collected his coworker, dragging him off towards the elevators as Husk grabbed the trolley. The chimera followed Rosie into the room as she unlocked and opened the door, holding it open for him as he pushed the trolley inside.
“Can you get the lights, Rosie?” Husk asked, “It’s a bit too dark in here, even for me.”  “Sure thing Husker,” Rosie called as she shut the door, “Just give me a second to find the switch.” It took Rosie a moment to locate the light switch and turn it on; when she flipped the lights on, the two demons were surprised at the sight of the room they were meant to share. It was big for a business suite, complete with a medium-sized TV set, a kitchenette complete with small radio next to the coffee maker, a bathroom that had both a shower and bathtub, and a walk-in closet. Husk let out an odd shudder as he spotted the bed; it was a lush king-sized bed with a small bedside table and lamp sitting on each side.
“It only has one bed?” Husk asked, “I thought we asked for two queens, not a king.” Rosie rolled her eyes at Husk’s concern as he looked around and spotted the sofa, “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on a sofa. If you wanna take the bed, I really don’t mind.”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Rosie chuckled, placing a hand on Husk’s shoulder and flashing him a soft smile, “Why don’t we get unpacked and then we can… discuss the sleeping arrangements, alright Husker?” Rosie asked. Husk’s cheeks flushed a little as he cleared his throat, tugging at his bowtie and giving a nod before pushing the luggage trolley a bit further into the room.
The overlords spent the better part of the next twenty minutes or so separating their luggage, unpacking their clothes and personal items, and placing them into the dresser and closet. Husk didn’t bring nearly as much, just enough to fill two of the six drawers in the dresser, so he took the two on the bottom, while Rosie took the remaining four; his two additional suits were relegated to the far right-hand side of the closet while Rosie did her best to keep her items on the far left.
“Wow, too bad you didn’t bring anything else with you, Husker,” Rosie teased, “We’ve still got a whole other half of a closet here.” Husk just shrugged and said, “Eh, that’s alright. No point in getting upset over not having much when you don’t need much.”
Rosie finished hanging up her last gown and walked over to sit next to Husk on the bed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and earning a surprised chirp from the cat demon. Rosie chuckled as she gently rested her head on top of his, rubbing Husk’s shoulder and placing her other hand on his forearm. Husk’s body became warm as he lifted his wings and folded them around himself and Rosie, letting out a barely audible, contented purr.
The two sat like that for a moment before Husk gently removed Rosie’s hands from around himself and went over to move the luggage trolley out into the hallway. When he got back, he closed and locked the door behind himself, making sure to place the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door handle and putting the deadbolt in place for good measure. Husk quickly called the concierge desk to send someone up to retrieve the trolley before turning to Rosie, “So, um,” Husk began, tugging on his collar, “Nobody’s gonna be meeting up until tomorrow night. Now that we’re all settled in… is there anything you were hoping to do while we got some time to ourselves?”
Rosie’s lips curled into a wide, alluring smile as she motioned for Husk to sit next to her back on the bed. Husk’s cheeks took on a bit of color and the fur and feathers fluffed up in a mix of excitement and nervousness; an aroused shiver ran down his spine and a rush of heat hit him between his legs. Husk swallowed thickly and nodded. He quickly turned down the lights before taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Once Husk sat down, Rosie stood up and removed her sunhat and sweater.
Husk watched with wide eyes as the taller she-demon placed the items on the dresser next to the TV, walked back over and turned around, giving him a suggestive look and pointing over her shoulder at the zipper of her dress. Husk nodded and reached up to slowly pull the zipper down, relishing the sound of the teeth rasping as he did and gently pulling the shoulders of the dress off so Rosie could more easily remove it.
As Rosie wriggled out of her dress and kicked it aside, Husk untied his bowtie with one hand and reached down to unbuckle his belt with the other. Rosie turned around to face him and Husk’s face burned bright, his cheeks lit up and his loins began to grow even hotter; she was wearing a simple pair of white panties and no bra; this surprised Husk a lot given the time period in which Rosie lived in and continued to live for the most part as a sinner demon.
“What’s wrong, Husker?” Rosie asked teasingly, “I thought you’d like a change of scenery.” Husk stammered, trying to find the right words before finally saying, “N-no, no, I like it. I just… wasn’t expecting you to dress down so much. You look… stunning.” Rosie covered her mouth to muffle a chuckle, reaching up and removing the pin that kept her hair up and giving her head a shake to allow her hair to fall down to her shoulders.
Husk shivered excitedly as Rosie leaned over and unbuttoned Husk’s suit jacket and dress shirt, removing the jacket and opening the shirt before gently driving Husk back onto the bed and pushed him down onto the mattress. Husk chirped as Rosie slid down, spreading his legs open before removing his belt, tossing it and his jacket to the floor and reaching up to open his fly; the cat demon let out another shudder as he heard the sound of his pants unzipping and felt Rosie’s hands reach up to hook her fingers under the elastic of his boxers.
“You ready?” Rosie whispered. Husk gulped, took a few deep breaths to steel his nerves before nodding, saying, “Ready when you are.” Rosie gently reached up and placing a hand on Husk’s chest, feeling his heart pounding excitedly against her palm; she could tell he was nervous, but she also knew Husk was no virgin. She smiled sweetly down at him as she slid her hand back down, being careful not to tickle his stomach as she gripped the edges of Husk’s pants and boxers. Husk closed his eyes as Rosie slowly slid his bottoms down to just above his knees.
Rosie’s eyes widened as she got her first proper glimpse at Husk unclothed. He was covered in soft, plush fur everywhere, save for a thin ring of pale pink flesh around the opening to his sheath located just a couple of inches above his testicles. She couldn’t see his penis just yet but given how taught the flesh of and around his sheath was, she could tell he was rapidly approaching the point where it would slide out. Either that, or he needed a little help getting it out.
An excited smile stretched across the cannibal’s face as she pulled Husk’s pants and boxers off completely, dropping them to the floor before climbing onto the bed with him and pushing his legs apart a bit more so she could situate herself comfortably between them. Husk gasped and whimpered as Rosie placed her hand on his sac, gently massaging his balls and making them rock inside his scrotum; her other hand slowly slid up and down the inside of his right thigh, occasionally brushing against his sac with her thumb.
Husk’s face blushed even deeper as he felt Rosie’s hot breath hovering over his slit, letting out a barely audible mewl as she came down and pressed her lips against it and placed a series of hot kisses up and down the length of his taut sheath, moving down from the now winking slit to just above his balls and then back up. Husk panted hard, his wings fluttered as a confounding mix of ecstasy and anxiety rippled through his whole frame. He was trying to hold back, to keep his penis from slipping out too fast, but he just didn’t have the stamina to keep it in with all the stimulation. The chimera let out a pained growl as his unit finally slid out, almost bumping into Rosie’s lips as she came up to plant another kiss on his sheath. It was only the first two, maybe two and a half inches, but it was enough for Rosie to see he was quickly approaching full arousal.
“S-s-sorry,” Husk wined, his face glowing red with embarrassment, “I just… couldn’t hold it in anymore.” Rosie smiled at her partner with empathy, taking his hand in hers and caressing the heart-shaped pad at the center of his palm with her thumb. Husk sighed heavily as Rosie gently took the first few inches of his penis between her fingers, squeezing it and slowly tugging on it to draw out the rest. It wasn’t rock-hard, but it wasn’t what one would call flaccid; it’s more like it was made almost entirely of pure muscle as opposed to venous tissues that became engorged like a human, nor did it have a baculum at the core to keep it erect like most animal-like demons possessed.
Rosie listed closely to Husk’s vocals as she worked him out; the man was panting hard and she could hear the telltale sounds of him kneading the comforter. “Good thing he had his claws trimmed before this trip.” Rosie thought with a smirk. As Rosie coaxed out the last of Husk’s penis, she looked at it carefully, using a firm but gentle pressure as she glided her hand over the hot flesh and found something interesting.
Like other cat demons, Husk’s penis did have barbs, but they didn’t cover the entirety of his length. Instead, there were four columns that ran up and down the length of his unit starting about two and a half inches from the base. The barbs that made up the majority of each column where short and soft, and got ever so slightly longer and firmer as they approached the base, merging into two rings of these same barbs around the base in a formation some had described as a ‘crown of thorns.’ In the space within the columns and above the crown were inch-tall patches of skin that were notably rougher than the rest of the shaft.
Another thing that was interesting was the tip, which was flat and triangular; the skin there flared out at the top of the triangle and where it connected to the shaft. The opening of Husk’s urethra wasn’t in the middle, but rather sat closer to the very tip of the head and Rosie could see he was already starting to leak a little precum. Rosie looked up at Husk and felt a pang of sympathy at the sight of his flustered face. The overlord gave a sigh as she placed her free hand back on Husk’s thigh, giving it a soft caress before sliding her hand up to hold onto his hip and gently took the tip of Husk’s penis into her mouth.
“R-Rosie!” Husk gasped, “What are you?”  “Just relax,” Rosie whispered, “Remember what you always say? A gentlemen never kisses and tells. Well, neither does a lady.” Husk shivered as Rosie gave him a smile and a wink before lowering herself back down, taking even more of him into her maw and bobbing her head. She was very careful of her teeth as she slowly suckled on his flesh, rocking her head up and down his length and shuddering with delight as she tasted his leak trickling out onto her tongue.
Husk moaned in pure pleasure as Rosie brought her other hand up, giving his sac a soft squeeze and let out a fervent hum that made his whole crotch vibrate. He tried to resist bucking his hips, managing to restrain himself enough that all he did was jerk upwards slightly a couple of times before Rosie put her hands on his hips to hold him in place. Husk moaned, mewled, and wined as Rosie continued her ministrations, trying his best to refrain from writhing under her touch as she brought him closer to the edge, an edge that he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from going over if she succeeded in bringing him to the brink.
He could feel the wet heat building up, pooling in his lower gut and feeling like it was just one more stroke away from rushing towards the exit. His stamina wasn’t that bad, but it certainly felt like it was right now as Husk tried to hold out just a bit longer; he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, but he also didn’t want to risk shooting what could potentially be his only good lode of the night down Rosie’s throat. After another few seconds, Husk shot up and shouted, “Rosie, stop!”
Husk grabbed Rosie by the shoulders and carefully pulled her up and off of him, locking eyes with her as he panted hard and did his best to bring himself down from the brink of orgasm. As the two looked into each other’s eyes, Husk felt his lust stirring up again, but he decided he’d redirect it and try to get things really rolling. The chimera reached up and removed his dress shirt, tossing it to the ground before hopping off the bed, picking up his suit jacket and pulling out his wallet. Husk flashed Rosie a smile as he rifled through the billfold and pulled out a condom with the words ‘barbed and dangerous’ printed on the label. The lady’s face blushed and she had to stifle a chuckle as Husk winked and motioned for her to lie down on the mattress, whispering in a deep voice, “Your turn, love.”
Rosie giggled excitedly as Husk placed the condom on the nightstand and climbed back onto the bed, gently coaxing her legs apart so he could sit between them just like she had done with him. As he came up to press his soft, furry lips against hers, he took her legs in his hands and moved them into position so they’d be open a bit wider than they were and her knees bent about halfway. Rosie wrapped her arms around Husk’s neck, sighing and moaning softly into his mouth as he kissed her.
It wasn’t a deep kiss, but it was warm and passionate, and it felt even nicer as Husk began to purr loudly. Rosie gasped as she felt the chimera reach up and place his paws on her breasts, gingerly squeezing them and lightly scratching her skin with his now blunt claws. Rosie shivered excitedly as Husk gingerly teased her nipples, pinching them lightly between his fingers and leaning in to give each a quick tongue flick, a kiss and a suckle.
After a few seconds of this, Husk’s hands snaked down and found the edge of Rosie’s panties, flashing a flirtatious wink as he slid them off and tossed them to the floor. The woman shuddered as Husk smiled down at her with a devious, hungry expression, licking his lips as he shuffled down and settled between her legs. Husk was no prude, and neither was Rosie, but Husk had come of age in a time that was a bit more liberal with what was considered appropriate between lovers in the bedroom compared to Rosie’s time. Though she did her best to keep an open mind, she occasionally found herself struggling to ignore her puritan upbringing and conditioning in intimate situations. Fortunately, Husk was very patient and understanding and he took his time with her, which Rosie deeply appreciated.
Shivers of pure delight ran up and down Rosie’s spine as she felt Husk’s warm breath grace her womanhood, his lips gingerly placing wet hot kisses along the insides of her thighs, her stomach, and just above her pubis all the while his nails lightly scratched her skin along the outside of her legs to leave light red marks. He was going very slow for her, which made her feel warmth pooling in her cheeks and between her legs.
Husk inhaled deeply, his nose resting just above her entry as he let out a rolling, rumbling purr and gave an excited growl. Rosie gasped as she felt Husk’s digits gliding between her folds, spreading them to give him better access to her wet and weeping opening. A startled, strangled moan escaped her mouth as she felt the tip of the cat’s tongue lapping at the edges of her entrance, moving up slowly until he found her clitoris and began to circle and suckle on it. Another bolt of ecstasy shot through Rosie’s body as she felt Husk replace his mouth with his fingers, bending them and using the insides of his knuckles to gently squeeze and tease her clit while gently huffing on it.
“Oh… Husker,” Rosie sighed and panted as Husk moved his hands and dipped his head back down to lap up her excretions again, even slipping his tongue inside her at one point which made her head feel foggy. Husk then lifted his head up and continued to use his tongue to excite her clit, but only for a moment or two while he found her opening with his fingers. Rosie gasped as he slipped his middle digit inside, cautiously moving it in and out and up and down, stimulating her g-spot and making her muscles fluctuate with arousal.
After a few seconds of this, Husk slowly brought his hand to a halt before gingerly adding a second finger and began scissoring them. He took it slow and gave Rosie time to enjoy it, even using the ball of his wrist to gently press down on her clit and giving a powerful purr that made his whole body vibrate. It was pure bliss running through her veins as her lover prepped her, worshiping her with his hands and with his eyes as they glowed a beautiful faint golden color in the soft lighting.
After about a minute, Husk pulled his fingers out and returned to licking and lapping at her now weeping vagina, folding his wings forward to shield her from the view of the outside world as he tongue-fucked her into oblivion. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge; he listened to her pants and wines of want and lust as he brought her closer but not too close. As soon as he heard her scream, “Husk, I’m ready,” he stopped and slowly pulled away.
The cat demon crawled up and gently laid next to his cannibal lover, nuzzling her shoulder as he gave her a chance to calm down and relax with him, purring in her ear as she reached up and ran her fingers through the fur on his cheek and gave him a welcome scratch behind the ear. It took her a moment, but once she caught her breath, she and Husk pulled back the blankets and got comfortable; Husk climbed on top of her, helping Rosie get her legs back into position before reaching over and handing her the condom.
“I’m… going to need you to help me with this,” Husk whispered shyly, “Even with the manicure, I could still puncture the rubber.” Rosie nodded and went to open the package, but she stopped. Husk watched in confusion as Rosie placed the packet back on the bedside table and pulled Husk down on top of her.
“I think we’ll be okay without it, Husker,” Rosie whispered, “Don’t worry,” Husk felt his cheeks flush as she looked down at his penis and said, “If I can take regenerating a gnawed-off limb, I can more than take you on without any problems.” Husk’s ears fell back and his cheeks reddened at Rosie’s comment, but he shrugged it off, figuring it was just a cannibal thing.
Still, he couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of riding bareback for the first time in decades. Husk leaned in and whispered, “Are you absolutely certain you don’t want me to wear it?” Rosie gave Husk a gentle peck on his nose and nodded, “I’m certain,” Rosie whispered, “Now let’s ruin these sheets Husker.”  “Yes, ma’am,” Husk purred, “Da, mem. Da... moya chertova lyubov’.”
And with that, Husk lowered himself and found Rosie’s entrance, bobbing his hips up and down to tease her opening with the tip of his penis before carefully pushing forward. Husk took his time penetrating her; he wanted to give Rosie every opportunity to change her mind about the condom, or at least about taking his whole length if she weren’t one hundred percent sure she could handle his barbs. Granted, they weren’t long, hard, or even super-sharp, but they could still irritate her inner walls and most demons, even some other cat demons, can find that irritation unbearable or even painful after a very short time.
It took a good minute or so, but eventually Husk found himself seated to the hilt, all five inches of his manhood buried inside of Rosie’s wet heat, and it felt incredible. He looked down to see Rosie smiling up him, her eyes hooded and full of lust and a slight blush had graced her features. She looked so beautiful in the soft light of the room, her shoulder-length hair spread out under her looking a bit like how angel’s halos were often depicted in classical art, like rays of light emanating from their heads.
Husk took a moment to relish the feeling of being joined at the hips, savoring the sensation of Rosie’s walls lightly squeezing around him as she finally seemed to adjust to his girth. The two overlords exchanged caresses and a few soft kisses as Rosie wrapped her legs around Husk’s, squeezing his hips to signal that she was ready. Husk nodded and softly kissed Rosie on the forehead before slowly and carefully pulling back, leaving only his tip inside and holding that pose for about half a second before pushing back in. He did this a half a dozen times, giving Rosie a chance to really feel him and acquaint herself with the sensations that his penis caused inside her. Husk was astounded when he heard the woman moaning with pleasure, wrapping her arms around him and start whispering loving praises into his ear.
“You are beautiful Husker,” Rosie sighed, “I don’t… I don’t know what you were so nervous about; it feels so good. So… so good.” He didn’t need her to explain what the ‘it’ in question was. He knew, and that made his heart swell with joy. So often had he been mocked for his unusual appendage, equated to an animal or a circus freak; it meant so much to hear someone genuinely praising him for it for once.
As Husk gradually picked up the pace, thrusting faster and with a bit more oomph with every few successful thrusts, he splayed his wings wide before gingerly folding them down and slightly forward, creating a sort of shield around them to conceal themselves and their lovemaking from the rest of the world. Husk gently wrapped one arm under Rosie’s back and the other came up to cradle her skull, pulling her closer as he reared up and began to thrust even harder and faster, practically humping her as he felt his orgasm coming fast. He was glad he took the time to prep her so well as he knew he wouldn’t last too much longer. He could feel Rosie’s own zenith approaching as her walls became tighter and tighter around his tender flesh; weeping hot, lubricating juices that had long since soaked his scrotum and made each impassioned thrust land with a soft, wet thwap.
The sights and the sounds must’ve been obscene to witness, but they couldn’t be bothered to care. For a few brief moments that they allowed themselves to feel last forever, it was just them. Nobody else was around, nobody else mattered. Nobody could see them, nobody there to judge as Husk gave himself to his lover and allowed his body to do what it needed to do. Rosie wrapped herself around Husk as tight as she could, holding him close and arcing her back to press her body against his as he rocked the bed with his movements, just barely even pulling out at this point as his rhythm began to falter.
“Don’t hold it in, sweetie,” Rosie panted, “Just let your body do what’s natural; don’t force yourself to hurt on my account.” Husk let out a rapturous groan as he made a particularly sharp thrust, “I’m close,” he whimpered, “But I want you to feel it first.”
Husk reached back and lifted Rosie’s legs, bending them as far as they could to allow him to thrust even deeper, earning even more pleasure-filled moans from the overlord beneath him. He was definitely close; Rosie could feel Husk’s unit weeping and sputtering hot precum with each sharp jerk of his hips. But he wasn’t quite there yet, and despite clearly holding back, Rosie loved that Husk was only doing it to see her unravel. This wasn’t about power or ego, at least not for the most part. True, Husk didn’t want to cum too soon, but he also knew his limits, and like most men his limits were far less than what most woman could endure without going over the edge. He’d seen to it that she at least had a chance of reaching nirvana with him. His was an incredibly selfless, passionate approach to sex than most men could never be bothered to even try to have, and she loved Husk for that.
Rosie gazed into Husk’s eyes as he continued to thrust, feeling his now fully taught penis rock back and forth and feeling how his little barbs stroked her insides just the right way to give her butterflies. She loved how he felt, how he sounded, how he treated her; she loved him so much it hurt. Soon, she heard him let out a wine and as he threw his head back, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure as a few small spurts of what was likely cum eked out of him. Feeling his barbs stand up inside of her as Husk’s muscles flexed finally sent Rosie over the edge.
Rosie shut her eyes as she felt her muscles squeeze around Husk’s penis, marinating it in her hot juices as waves of ecstasy made her whole body rattle in Husk’s arms. Within seconds of Rosie reaching her climax, Husk finally allowed himself to cum. The cat let out a deep, throaty moan and a sob as he shot his semen into her, releasing about a dozen long, thick ribbons of hot white seed and crying out as his muscles clenched and unclenched in a beautiful rhythm all throughout the ordeal. Rosie moaned in sync with Husk, holding him close as they shook against each other’s bodies and rocked back and forth to milk Husk dry, relishing the highs of their respective orgasms together and comforting each other as they started approaching the come down.
Once Husk got to the point where he just couldn't thrust anymore, his movements slowed to a halt. He stayed inside but kept still, catching his breath and savoring the feeling of the burning in his loins finally start to ebb. Rosie could feel the tautness in Husk’s unit starting to ease as he finally started to be able to take deep breaths, his wings falling flat against the mattress. Rosie gently pushed Husk up, supporting him as he did his best to hold himself up on his forearms.
“Husker, you good?” Rosie asked gently, “Yeah,” Husk huffed, “I’m okay. Just give me a second to… to decompress.” Rosie reached up and gently ran her fingers through his cheek fur, feeling him grow softer and his breaths becoming deeper and more regular. After another minute, Husk finally pulled out with a moan, shivering at feeling the comparatively cooler air grace his flesh. Fortunately, the discomfort only lasted a moment or two as his penis quickly slid back into the warmth and protection of his sheath.
Rosie made soft hushing sounds as she helped Husk move over next to her and ease down onto the bed, pulling the blankets over him as far as she could before scooting closer and laying down next to him. She gently ran her fingers through his now mussed-up hair and scratched him ever so softly behind his ears and on the back of his head and neck, soothing him as he finally started to come out of his post-orgasmic stupor.
Husk smiled wide as he blinked up at Rosie, reaching out and caressing her cheek with the back of his palm, whispering, “You’re all aglow, baby.” Rosie smiled and gave a soft, tired chuckle and whispered back, “You, too.” Husk began purring as his lover leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and said, “You were amazing, honey.”
Husk chuckled and beaconed Rosie closer, turning slightly on his side and wrapping his arms around her as his one wing came up to cover their upper bodies, flapping slowly to kick up a slight breeze to cool them down a little. Rosie sidled up to Husk, being careful of his groin as she moved her legs into position so they could cuddle and rested her head on his fluffy chest; she could hear his heart still drumming away in his ribcage. The two just laid there, enjoying the silence with just the sounds of their own breaths and heartbeats filling the space. It was calm, dark, and romantic. After a minute or two, Husk stood up, went over to his suitcase, and pulled out an old polaroid camera.
“What do you say, Rosie?” Husk asked holding up the camera, “You wanna make our first night in Maul-ta one we’ll never be able to forget?” Rosie gave a wide, toothy grin as Husk crawled back under the covers, positioning himself so that his wings wouldn’t be in the way or get smooshed under his or Rosie’s weight.
Husk wrapped an arm around his partner and pulled the blankets up a bit so she could cover her breasts as she cuddled up to him and rested her head and hand on his chest, wrapping her other arm around his shoulders so she could get as close as possible to him. Husk used his magic to make the camera levitate a few feet out from the hand that lifted it up, aiming it down at them as they both gave a tired but happy smile; Husk sighed and made the ‘I love you’ sign with his right hand as the camera the shutters clicked and the flash went off.
Waspstar986!		10-Mar-24
Hazbin Hotel		Fanfiction