God, I Wish That Were M—Oh... by Kitti

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God, I Wish That Were M—Oh... By Kitti -- Report

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With every new batch of recruits, there is always a chance that you can meet the most unexpected of people. Upon making it into the 104th Cadet Corps, Kimiko never expected to make friends. She had no intention to—why bother making friends when they were all just going to die anyway? During her days of isolating herself, she is put up against an absolute cutie who introduces himself as Bertholdt Hoover. Days go by and she finds herself a bit smitten with the meek boy.

However, it would seem that this Bertholdt isn’t all sunshine and daisies…
Under that sweaty façade, there is a bit of a colossal desire waiting to absolutely devour his little kitten.~

One fateful night, Kimiko finds herself plunged into the darkness that was his very being. Damp heat and musk fully consumed her small body as she was forced into his gut—her normally stoic gaze blazing with abject fear and her eyes brimmed with tears. This wasn’t real! It couldn’t be. This was just some awful fever dream and she would wake up from this hellscape soon. Bertolt would be laying next to her and she wouldn’t be crammed in his fucking stomach! Her mind simply couldn’t fathom the reality of her situation and she outright refused to try and come to terms with it. There was no way in the name of Sina that Bertolt—of all fucking people—had ate her!

With a faint purr, Bertolt reclined back against his seat and shuddered in excitement. God, Kimiko was so cute when she was flustered. That feral clawing in the back of his mind had egged him on all day—if she was cute when flustered, how cute would she be if she were scared?!

Every whimper.
Every struggle.

Every. Single. Movement.

The most minute of things had him nearly writhing in sheer excitement. Throngs of pleasure raked along his spine before he felt a heat throbbing between his legs. His tongue lolled out and he found himself drooling at her aftertaste—it was truly a shame that he wouldn’t be able to sample such an exquisite taste again. Either way, it was one he would definitely savor for the rest of his days.

Okay, so I’m rusty as all heckie when it comes to writing blurbs bullying myself… >///>

Anyways, so this was a very lovely gift and assault on me by my good friend superirondude28 who commissioned it from BASHKO!

Thank you both so much!! I adore this to bits!!