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"Please..." his voice is breaking, tears streaming on his lovely face. Maker kisses them away, her fingers disappear in Enigma's hair. Her brown eyes look at him seriously.
"You know I won't, little toy. I won't rape you. Not anymore. Never again. Ask Lelo."
Enigma looks at me, and my heart goes out to him. I understand why he needs it from Maker. And I understand why she won't. I guess there are some parts of Eleven she rejects. I wonder how much Enigma knows about her.
"Lelo, I... " he looks so lost.
"Would you want her there? While I do it. She can command me. Will you, Maker?"
She nods, kisses my hair. Kisses Enigma. Twice her size, but he looks so fragile in her arms. So enticing. My hands slide up under his clothes, feel his muscles tighten. He gasps when I pinch his nipple. I rip open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Bite his throat. Hear him moan. Maker puts her little hand on his mouth.
"You will stay silent. Understood?"
Enigma nods. Kisses her palm.
"Can I speak?" I look at them, so beautiful together. Maker smiles. I bend down to kiss her. Her mouth is hot. Longing. I can feel the taste of Enigma's tears. Makes me tingle all over.
Her tongue deep in my mouth, I snuggle closer. Feel her desire. Feel Enigma's heart revving up as he looks at us. Maker slides down her hand, holds him by the throat. Her thumb finds the little pit. Enigma can't help but groan with pleasure.
"Hush now, sweetie." Her voice is soft, but the warning is unmistakeable. His eyes close, his lips part. Begging for her kiss. She looks at him, and I suddenly see Eleven emerge. So much love in her eyes.
"What do you want me to do, Maker?"
"Cuff him. And I think our boy would look adorable naked, wearing a blindfold. Use his shirt."
I strip him naked. Kiss his eyes before I cover them with the blindfold. Maker looks at me, her eyes smile.
"Hands or toys?"
"Both." I see Enigma tremble with anticipation. I put my hand on hiss ass, see his muscles tense. Trying to guess what happens next. I push him down, take hold of his hair. Bend his head backwards. Maker steps closer, and I press Enigma's face into her crotch. The scent of her hits him, makes him whimper. I grab his throat, hard. Kick him, making him lose balance.
"Spread it, boy." Maker's voice is barely more than a whisper.


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