Knives with his legs bound tightly, heels against his thighs and spread haphazardly. His stomach is creased from how he is bent at the waist, his cunt covered by pelvic wings. His thighs are wet with slick. Livio is crouched between his legs, watching his own thick fingers spread Knives' ass cheek so he can slide two fingers into his asshole. Knives is flushed from his chest to the top of his head, his neck flushed from where Wolfwood holds a bandage across his throat to cut off some circularion to Knives' brain. Wolfwood is huddle close behind Knives, nose preassed against his ear and asking, "Why won't you ever learn? Your actions have consequences, Knives." Knives' face is glistening with a mess of tears, sweat, and snot. His chest is scarred under his pectorals, sharp lines that echo the imagery his own knives. His right arm is severed from his bicep, blood pouring out of him and dripping between Wolfwood's pants and the ground. His left eye is darkened and dripping, presumably from another gruesome wound. His left arm is tangled and held at the elbow by his brother, Knives' clutching at Vash with claws, Knives' grimace fearful and full of anxiety. Vash has his right arm curled around Knives' left wing, hugging it and missing at his feathers. Vash has his own, blackened and decaying wing, not as full and fluttering as Knives'. Vash watches as Livio fingers his brother's clenched asshole, curious and enraptured of how his body takes his punishment these two humans give him.
Penance + Angelic
bondage, wingplay, "why won't you ever learn?"
There are consequences to your actions, Knives.
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