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“What the shit kid?! I was on a roll with that. “ Marcus barks. His annoyance subsided when he see Jeiel ducked for cover, and he raises an eyebrow in confusion. “What are you doin Jeiel?”

Suddenly with a BAMPH Cyndwella appears next to Jeiel, her aura still ablaze and angry. She wraps her arms around Jeiel and pulls him in tight, squishing her soft ample breast to his back.

“I’ll tell ya what Jill is doing, he’s covering your ass! He knows I’m pissed that you’re ignoring me! Guess that means Jill is paying more attention to me than you! I fuckin should’ve married him! He wouldn’t fuckin ignore me!” Cyndwella holds Jeiel tight not letting go.

“Cynd, I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in the cube thing-“

“Don’t Give me that shit you necrophiliac fuckmire!” She barks over Jeiel’s shoulder.

“Necro-fuckin-what?” Marcus shrugs.

“Necrophiliac! You shit-clog! Means ya fuck dead people!” Cyndwella’s one hand reaches down and gropes his butt, the other grabs his belt buckle and starts to playfully tug.

“I don’t fuck dead people!” Marcus shouts now understanding the insult. Cyndwella looks at him with an unsurprising look of disappointment and sarcasm.

“Ya know Schmoopy, Jill here has a nice ass like yours. I could imagine myself eat chocolate fondue off this turd-cutter. Perhaps I’ll switch things up and go with Jill for awhile, teach you a lesson for ignoring me. And giving Jill a few weeks of pure, unadulterated, Cyndwella brand pleasures. He might become addicted to me.” Cyndwella’s chains manifest around Jeiel and keep him from moving.

Like seductress Cyndwella wraps her arms around Jeiel and she slowly leans in and kisses him, long and deep. Jeiel can taste her sweet DE and smell her exquisite perfume. She explores Jeiel’s mouth vigorously with her tongue before pulling away.

“You taste good kid. Hehehehehe.” Cyndwella snickers.

“WHAT THE FUCK CYND!” Marcus stomps.

“What?! You’re being a prick and get upset when I’m giving you what you deserve!” Cyndwella snaps back.

“You can’t just go and-“

“What?! Fuck Jill?! I’ll fuck em as much as I want if you’re going to be a soggy dick about things!” Cyndwella floats up to Marcus, her chains still restraining Jeiel.

“Don’t call me that Cynd!” Marcus growls.

“What? Soggy dick?! Fine I’ll call ya a blithering pile of Orc shit!” Cyndwella snaps.

“Bitch!” Marcus barks.

“Shitlord!” Cyndwella hisses.

“Cunt!” Marcus shouts.

“Flaccid fat-head FUCK!” Cyndwella pushes Marcus.

To anyone outside this looks like an imminent divorce playing out. Marcus and Cyndwella sneer and bluster at eachother, until finally they lunge at eachother. The both of them lock their lips and kiss with a passion one would see from lovers who have not see eachother for years.

Marcus and Cyndwella slam into the table and continue to vigorously make out, talking to eachother in between kisses.

“Holy fuck I love you!” Marcus kisses her neck.

“I will never leave you Schmoopy!” Cyndwella moans.

Samia and Hex stand next to Jeiel as Cyndwella’s chains disappear.

“Aw, they makeup so fast.” Hex blushes.

“Yep, they are insanely in love.” Samia folds hers with a smile. “You ok Jeiel?”