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It's been a long day, and Anna-Sarah's tired. She takes as many classes as she can, and does her homework at school. It's better than home, and her foster parents won't let her move to on-campus housing.
Their car isn't in the driveway, and she sags with relief as she fumbles her key into the door and eases it open.
He laughs. His tongue lengthens, glowing like red-hot iron, and spills out of his mouth in fiery coils that make her skin hiss and blister on contact.
This does not seem to affect him in any noticeable way, except that he thinks it's funny.
His burning tongue wraps all the way around her upper thigh and squeezes. It hurts a lot.
She screams and thrashes and makes a blatantly-futile attempt to dislodge his tongue.
Predictably, it doesn't work!
After a few seconds, his tongue unwraps itself, and coils up between her legs to enter her. That hurts even more.
Kicking him doesn't do her any good at all; not only does it not hurt him, but it seems like no matter how much leverage she achieves, she can't actually move away from the point in the air where his magic is anchoring her.
He's definitely having a lot of fun tongue-fucking her full of blisters.
She starts sobbing and grabs his hair and tries to either get his head away from her or yank his scalp bloody.
She can actually pull out some of his hair, if she really tries.
It regrows while she watches. Meanwhile, he's still doing awful things to her with his tongue.
If she can't do anything else she is going to pull out all of the fucking hair.
After the second handful he reaches up distractedly and breaks her wrist.
Scream time is his favourite time!
He turns his attention back to what he's doing with his tongue.
After the relevant round of screaming she attempts and fails to bend far enough forward to get a grip on his hair with her teeth.
He retracts his tongue and moves his face away from her crotch to remark, "You're awfully persistent."
She is too busy taking gulps of air in relief from the pain to respond.
"Seriously though, what's your plan here? Weren't you asking me for a favour five minutes ago?"
"I--you--you didn't mind when I cried. And I wasn't doing real damage."
...he considers this, then shrugs.
"Eh, fair enough," he says. "Not like I can say I didn't bring it on myself."
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