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There is no telling when things actually begin to change between Vector and Vanilla. His interest in her is obvious from the start, but Cream has no idea when her mother began to reciprocate. All she knows is that the two of them have certainly become a lot closer lately, and she has no idea what to make of that.
Of course, she has no idea just how close the two of them are, or what goes on between the two of them behind closed doors. Because, behind closed doors, Vanilla makes sure to take advantage of Vector’s infatuation with her, glad to finally have someone to properly appreciate her again.
And appreciate her he certainly does, always practically tripping over himself for the chance to worship her body, always desperate to make her feel as good as possible. And even if it is just because he wants her to feel good, that doesn’t mean that he isn't enjoying this, that he doesn’t love every moment of this. Because he does. It's just that she overwhelms him so much that even her pleasure is enough to satisfy him.
Which is why, every chance he gets, he will happily eat her out.
Vanilla gasps, head falling back as he buries his snout between her legs, tongue pushing past her folds. His movements used to be quite clumsy, but by now, he has gotten pretty good at this, and her legs begin to tremble from the way that he is teasing at her clit. She reaches down, stroking the top of his head and cooing,
"That's a good boy."
This always seems to spur him on, and soon, she can barely keep her voice down, crying out and praising him, and he loves every second of it, pushing her over the edge.