The shadows around you swirled with an almost hypnotic rhythm, their whispers growing louder, seductive, and persistent. Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes glowed brighter, the cyan and cerulean hues burning into you with a mesmerizing intensity. You felt a weight settle over your thoughts, your defiance flickering like a candle in the wind as his magic coiled tighter around your mind.

"Still resisting," he murmured, his voice low and laced with an eerie calm. "But I can fix that." His forked tongue flicked briefly as his clawed hand brushed against your temple, the motion almost tender. "Let me take that stubborn will of yours... and show you the truth."

The moment his claws lightly traced your forehead, a wave of his magic washed over you, sinking deep into your thoughts. It was overwhelming, drowning out reason and filling the spaces of your mind with his voice, his presence, his overwhelming power.

"There," he purred, his lips curling into a triumphant smile. "Now, little crumb... no more fighting. Just me. Only me."

The hypnotic pull of his magic made it hard to focus, your defiance buried beneath the fog of his influence. He wasted no time, his tail shifting to press you flush against his torso. His claws tilted your chin upward, and before you could react, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was fervent, filled with an almost desperate hunger. It wasn't just possessive—it was consuming, his need for you palpable in every movement. His claws trailed down your back, pulling you impossibly closer as his serpentine tail tightened slightly, securing you in place.

You felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze of his magic, his influence blurring the edges of reality. His lips moved against yours with feverish intensity, his breath mingling with yours as the kiss deepened. The weight of his obsession pressed down on you, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

Shadow Milk Cookie's usually calm, calculating demeanor began to unravel. His kisses grew sloppier, more frantic, as if he couldn't get enough. A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating through his coils and into you. His claws cradled your face, his sharp nails digging lightly into your skin as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, then down to your neck.

"You taste like defiance," he whispered hoarsely against your skin, his voice trembling with both frustration and adoration. "Even now, even after I've claimed you..." His sharp teeth grazed the mark he'd left before, and a shiver ran down your spine.

His kisses turned desperate, almost delirious, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breaths were uneven, ragged, as if he was drunk on the closeness, on the way you were completely at his mercy. "You're mine," he muttered between kisses, his voice slurred with obsession. "Mine. Forever. Say it..."

His words were both a demand and a plea, his usually smooth voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. His coils shifted restlessly, pressing against you as if he couldn't bear even the smallest distance between you. His claws roamed your back, holding you tightly, possessively, while his lips returned to yours in another searing kiss.

You felt his magic pulse through you again, his influence clouding your thoughts further. His lips never left yours, his movements frantic and unrelenting. He kissed you like you were his lifeline, his anchor, his everything.

And yet, even as the haze of his magic threatened to consume you completely, a faint flicker of resistance stirred within you. Somewhere deep down, beneath the weight of his power and the overwhelming intensity of his kisses, the light of your defiance still burned, waiting for its chance to fight back.

But for now, Shadow Milk Cookie was lost in his obsession, his kisses turning softer yet no less passionate. "You're mine," he whispered again, his voice almost fragile, as if saying the words could make them true. "You'll always be mine."

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The haze of Shadow Milk Cookie's magic weighed heavily on your mind, pulling you further into his control. His kisses, frantic and consuming, carried an intensity that was impossible to ignore. Every touch of his lips, every brush of his claws, seemed to draw you deeper into his world, where only he existed.

"You're perfect like this," he murmured between fervent kisses, his voice trembling with obsession. His claws gently tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his tail coiled tighter around you. "No resistance, no fighting... just you and me."

His sharp teeth grazed the mark on your neck again, a low growl vibrating from deep within him. "Do you feel it, little crumb? The bond we share?" His forked tongue flicked against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "It's unbreakable. No one can sever it, not even you."

His words carried an unsettling mix of possessiveness and vulnerability. Though his magic clouded your thoughts, you could feel the raw desperation in his actions. His lips found yours again, his kiss softer now but no less intense. His hold on you was unyielding, as if letting go would mean losing you forever.

"Say it," he whispered against your lips, his voice cracking with emotion. "Say you're mine. Let me hear it, and I'll give you everything you could ever need." His glowing eyes searched yours, the cyan and cerulean hues filled with an almost childlike yearning.

But the flicker of defiance within you refused to be extinguished. Even as his magic pulled at your will, you couldn't ignore the faint tug of your own strength. It was buried deep, but it was there—a small, stubborn flame that refused to die.

Shadow Milk Cookie sensed it. His lips faltered for a brief moment, his expression twisting with frustration. "Why do you still resist?" he hissed, his voice laced with both anger and pain. "Why can't you just let go? Do you think they'll save you?"

His claws cradled your face, his grip firm but trembling. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something—anything—that would tell him he was winning. "They'll never reach you here," he said, his tone softening into something almost pleading. "This tower, this realm—it's mine. You're mine. Just say it..."

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours again, this time with an almost desperate fervor. His kisses were unrelenting, his breath mingling with yours as he pressed you closer against him. His coils shifted restlessly, his magic pulsing through you in waves that made it harder to think, harder to fight.

The shadows around you seemed to pulse in time with his emotions, the air growing heavy with his magic. His tail tightened slightly, his claws trailing down your back as his lips moved to your jawline, then back to your neck. "I don't need anyone else," he whispered against your skin, his voice trembling with intensity. "Just you. Only you."

The world around you blurred, the edges of reality fading into the overwhelming presence of Shadow Milk Cookie. His kisses turned softer again, almost tender, as if he were afraid of breaking you. "You're mine," he whispered once more, his voice barely audible. "Say it..."

But before he could press his lips to yours again, the oppressive atmosphere of the tower was shattered by a sudden, brilliant light.

"No!" Shadow Milk Cookie hissed, his voice a mix of fury and panic. His coils tensed around you, his claws gripping your shoulders protectively as he turned toward the source of the intrusion.

The gang had arrived.

Pure Vanilla Cookie's radiance filled the room, his staff glowing with the light of truth and hope. "Release them, Shadow Milk," he commanded, his voice steady and resolute. "Your darkness has no power here."

The sudden interference sent a shockwave through your mind, breaking through the hypnotic haze of Shadow Milk Cookie's magic. The flicker of defiance within you roared to life, burning away the shadows that had clouded your thoughts.

Shadow Milk Cookie snarled, his grip on you tightening as he glared at the intruders. "You dare to interfere?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. His tail coiled protectively around you, his eyes blazing with rage. "You think you can take them from me?"

Pure Vanilla Cookie stepped forward, his light unwavering. "We're here to bring them back," he said firmly. "Your claim over them ends now."

The tension in the room was palpable, the clash between light and shadow building to a crescendo. Shadow Milk Cookie's claws tightened on your shoulders, his eyes flickering between desperation and fury.

"They're mine!" he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. His serpentine form shifted, his tail loosening slightly as he prepared to face the gang head-on. "You can't take them from me!"

But as his focus shifted to the intruders, you felt your strength returning. The shadows that had held you captive began to fade, replaced by the light of your own defiance.

Shadow Milk Cookie's gaze snapped back to you, his expression twisting with heartbreak as he realized his hold on you was slipping. "No," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Don't leave me..."

The light from Pure Vanilla Cookie grew brighter, forcing Shadow Milk Cookie to release you as he prepared for the battle ahead. But even as you stepped away from him, his eyes remained locked on yours, filled with a dangerous mix of longing and despair.

"You're mine," he said one last time, his voice soft and broken. "You'll always be mine."

And with that, the room erupted into chaos as the final battle began.

Note from Author: Let be clear I can't and won't do a smut...because I don't know how to do it right soo.... if someone knows and have expierience then please write me a message.