synopsis: The only way to relieve stress is with them
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Zayne, fem!receiving with Sylus), dry humping (with Valko)
Zayne
Sometimes you really worried for Zayne's blood pressure.
Most days, he came home exhausted. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was the days were he trudged into the door like this that worried you.
His jaw is clenched, brows still knit like he's replaying an argument over in his head. The anger is his eyes softens when he sees you curled on the couch but it isn't erased completely. Luckily for him, you know exactly what he needs.
"Just like that..." Zayne sighs the moment your tongue swirls around his tip, watching him throw his head back in pleasure. His hand at the back of your neck tightens as you take him deeper.
You've blown Zayne enough times to know exactly how he likes it. And you know him enough to know what he really needs right now.
When you finally reach the base of him, mindful to stay breathing through your nose and not choke, you look up through teary eyes. It takes one look for him to understand.
His hips move carefully at first, slowly fucking your throat so as to let you get used to it. But once you squeeze his thighs, pleading for more? He's not holding back.
"Such a-fuck-good girl. Letting me use you." His actions are just as debased as his words, fucking your face so hard you don't even have time to choke, tip almost definitely bruising the back of your throat.
You've never been more wet in your life.
He doesn't cum down your throat like you'd expected. Instead, he pulls out, groaning as his cum shoots onto your open mouth and cheeks. Zayne is nearly doubled over, panting as he leans down to kiss you messily.
"So good for me. Let me take care of you now, okay?"
Sylus
Maybe you brought some of this stress onto yourself.
I mean, you WERE choosing to be in a serious relationship with your job's number 1 target. But, none of them really knew just how incredible Sylus was. Otherwise, they'd totally understand.
Of course, that doesn't help the pit of anxiety in your stomach every time Onychinus gets mentioned in the briefing room.
Today had been bad. There'd been a three hour long meeting about their various activities, and you'd had a knot in your stomach the entire time. Even as you step into your bedroom, you can feel it. So, there's really only one thing to do.
"Lay down." You don't explain, but Sylus gets the message. He smirks, setting his book aside and laying down on the bed as you strip down.
"Bad day?" He asks as you straddle his face. His evol wraps around your upper body to keep you steady, though his iron grip on your thighs makes it clear you won't fall.
"Less talking." You plead, squirming at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. He smirks, and then dives in so quickly you immediately cry out.
To his credit, Sylus is amazing at eating you out. Seriously, how he knows every spot that makes you scream, you'll never understand. But you definitely aren't complaining.
"O-oh fuck! Right there!" You gasp, back arching as you grip his silver locks. He moans at the sensation, ever the masochist.
You cum hard on his tongue, nearly seeing stars. But his grip doesn't loosen, and you're quickly whining from overstimulation.
"S-Sylus! I can't! Fuck!" You gasp, having to grip the headboard so you don't rip the hair from his head. He hums, fingers replacing his tongue as he pulls away.
"You wanted to use me, remember sweetie? Just relax and let me take care of you."
Valko
Honestly, you really don't know why Valko does this to himself.
It was his company after all, he didn't need to be working so hard! Still, he found things to busy himself with endlessly, only to drag himself to your place, exhausted and overwhelmed.
"Poor thing..." You coo as he sinks into the bed, head resting on your lap as he lays on your stomach. He sighs as your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
"You smell nice." He mumbles, propping himself up so he can press his lips to yours. You smile into it, pulling him a little closer.
"I tried a new lotion tonight. You like it?" You pull him with you as you lay back, his large form settling in between your legs. He sighs, and you can already feel the anxiety starting to melt off him.
"I do. I just..." He shifts, moving even closer to you and pressing his body closer. You whimper involuntarily when he grinds against you.
Perhaps he'd been a little too busy lately.
"You smell-fuck-b-better like this..." Valko murmurs, his whole body pressed against yours as his hips grind back and forth between your legs. Despite the layers of clothing, you whine at the sensation, pleasure shooting through you.
His stress becomes clear with the way his movements become frantic, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily. Usually, Valko likes to take his time, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But you're definitely not complaining at this change of pace.
"God!" He gasps, fingers digging into your flesh as he makes a mess of his pants. You can't help but smile, even if you weren't quite there. He'll make it up to you in a minute.
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VARKAâs cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, your half lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes meeting his teasing ones.
âYou feel me deeeep inside you, yeah?â He spoke in a low deep hum, kneeling on the bed before you, his hips pressed against yours. The room felt hot, sweaty, walls too thin for what you two were doing. Mondstadt saw him as the grandmaster, smiling, perfect, and a little empty headed at times. You were the one who saw past the outer shell, who got to experience him at his most depraved state.
His favourite state; being balls deep in his wife.
You hummed softly in response, naked and sweaty beneath him. Your thighs were aching from the past 20 minutes of âforeplayâ which he loves so much. Burying his face between your thighs while striking his cock but edging himself so that he could finish inside your warm, sweet hole.
âIâm not letting any of it go to waste, mâkay?â He had told you, before filling you up repeatedly with his sticky white seed.
His hand shifted from your thigh, warmth spreading to your tummy when his large hand pressed down gently. Eliciting a soft moan from you, your hands clawing into the silk sheets, curling your toes and squirming. As if you werenât already on edge. âMmm⌠s-stoppp.. donât press there,â you whined, left eye closed from the twitching pleasure.
âNo?â He raised an eyebrow, smirking, before lifting his hand obediently and staring at your abdomen. âSâhard not to⌠can see my cock bulging from inside your cute belly,â he hummed lowly, hips slowly pulling back.
Itâs almost like you could feel what he was about to do, already watching your back and holding on a breath. His hips slamming forward, knocking the air out of you, a loud moan passing unfiltered through your soft lips. âFuck⌠you sound good with me in you, you look incredibly good with me inside you, you smell so good when Iâm in you⌠wanna marry me, doll?â He breathed out, his hand moving from above your abdomen to grab your chin.
âWeâre already marriedddd.. stop talking and just fuck me..â
He chuckled, moving to push his index and middle finger into your mouth. âDonât even need to ask twiceâŚâ he grinned, eyes half lidded with blissful pleasure. He blinked, watching you instinctively suck on his fingers with muffled soft moans, before he pulled his hand back, pushing your thighs down against your chest again. Lifting his hips, and slamming back into your again.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Your breathing had quickened, your head lolling to the side, moaning out loud between every thrust. The room was loud and lewd. A fwop here and a shlorp there. âA-ah.. ah⌠mmh..!â You moaned out for him, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut. While he was groaning shamelessly and moving his hips with a desperate pace.
âF-fuck yeah⌠you love this, donât you?â He chuckled between his own gasps at your mindless nodding, âlove being fucked dumb by me,â he punctuated dumb with a sharper thrust, pressing the gummy head of his cock against your cervix. Before focusing on the quicker, more shallow thrusts.
His pace quickened when he felt the tingle at the back of his spine, that euphoric sensation buzzing through him, before he stuttered and slammed against your hips for the last time.
Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting your walls in his warm white seed again. Filling you up for the nth time that night. His body blanketing yours in a warm hug, kissing the tension and stress away on your face. âY-yeah.. just⌠a little more, angel..â he breathed out, muscles tightened and sweating all over. Nose nudging against your cheek.
âJust⌠a few more rounds, I need to see your tummy all big, whether that be from our babies⌠or just that cute bulge from my dick.â
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valko x reader x caleb (wolf apple)- AGAIN YES
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Overstimulation, 3som, Rough, Mild Dubcon.
âNuh uh uh where you running off to?â
Calebâs brows furrowed as he dragged your hips right back, slamming them into his own with a wet plap. You dug your nails into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as your pleading gaze met the golden-eyed wolf hovering over you.
âHeâs not gonna help you, Pips. Besides, you like my dick better anyway, donâtcha?â He leaned over your back to reach your face, squishing your cheeks together in his hand.Â
âCâmon, tell him your gege fucks better. Tell him this pretty cunny belongs to me.â Caleb flashed a smug grin, nipping and biting along the line of your jaw.
Huffing, Valko reached over, and in a blur of motion, you were manhandled until you were flipped and your back was pressed firmly against his own chest. Caleb let out a whine as your tight pussy was pulled right off his length.
âThatâs enough. Heâs being a meanie, isnât he?â Valko cooed softly, pressing soothing kisses along your shoulders and neck. You nodded, sniffling with a pout.
Caleb, still panting, leaned back to stroke his throbbing, almost painfully erect cock. âTraitor. Youâre gonna regret that,â he warned, a brazen smile cutting across his face.
Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cut short as you felt a pair of hands lift you up and slam you right back down onto a massive intrusion.
âShit- what the fuck ko?!â You gasped, fighting to keep your quivering thighs steady.Â
ââm sorry, babygirl. Canât have that idiot talking smack, can we? Gotta remind you who really fucks you better.â
And that was all you heard before Valko began rutting up into you at an inhuman pace, his balls smacking obscenely against your ass as he bottomed out with every single thrust.
âOh, fuuuck you,â Caleb rolled his eyes playfully before moving to take his place right in front of you, admiring the way your tits bounced up with every hit. He cupped and kneaded one of them while continuing to stroke himself.
âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty like this, Pips,â he groaned, eyes fixated on the outline of Valkoâs dick pushing against your lower belly, moving with his thrusts. He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, shoving his tongue straight into your mouth.
Tears were streaming down from the overstimulation of the two men thoroughly ruining you. âI-I can'tââ A sharp sting of pain cut you off as Caleb bit down hard on your bottom lip.Â
He drew back just enough to look at you, smirk dripping with amusement. âTsk. Too late. Youâll just have to take it now.âÂ
âMhmm, thatâs it, babygirl.â Valko snarled into your ear. âGo on, help him out. Look at how it's throbbing.â Valkoâs hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head down toward Calebâs waiting cock.Â
Obediently, you leaned down, resting your weight on your elbows as you wrapped your wet lips around the tip, intending to take him in slowly. Caleb hissed at the heat of your mouth, but being as greedy as he was, he shoved his entire length straight down your throat in one slick push, making your eyes roll back into your head.
They are so mean when they fuck you.
@aliceonice
⥠Bunny's Note: GUESS WHOS BAAACK. AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY.!!!! so yes very self indulgent fic omnom â á˘.ËŹ.á˘âÂ
synopsis. spending ebb day together as friends... will you still be friends afterwards?
pairing. rafayel qi x lemurian! non-mc! reader
content/mdni. A TON OF FUCKING. fem!reader, lemurian!reader, non-mc!reader, friends!au, friends-with-benefits!au, more level-headed!reader, dom-then-sub!reader, sub-then-dom!rafayel, needy!rafayel and reader, mean!rafayel, mean!reader, possessive!rafayel, slight dumbification, mention of masturbating (m solo), Â begging (m and f receiving), cunnilingus with MONSTER TONGUE, cow girl sex, doggy style sex, missionary sex, one cock sex, two cock sex, DOUBLE PENETRATION, OVIPOSITION, MONSTER FUCKING MONSTER, TON OF CUM, CUM PLAY, hair pulling, spanking, protected sex, raw sex, multiple rounds, allusions to anal sex, overstimulation, tummy bulge, teasing, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, partner/mate, good/sweet girl, whore, slut, cockslut, all the good stuff lmaoo), kissing!! SCENT KINK, HAND KINK, TON OF SWEAT, TW: BLOOD, marking, mentions of breeding, mentions of mating.
word count. 8.5k
a/n. prepare your panties! please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
the first time it happened, it was an accident.
just two people hanging out, forgetting the current date. just two people, so absorbed by their newly founded human existence that they sidetracked their origins.
just two lemurians, friends since childhood, who, because of circumstances, were pulled together by raw desire to spend the changing of the currents as one.
the first time it happened, it was an accident. the other instances, however, were deliberate.
â˘â˘â˘
you were standing in the fluorescent-lit purgatory of the 24/7 convenience store, a basket hanging from your elbow with an xl pack of condoms already inside.
âwhat else, what elseâŚâ
the air conditioning was too cold, raising goosebumps on your arms, brushing over the sprinkle of scales already adorning your skin. the cool air was combatting the warmth from the outside, but there was a deeper heat slowly coiling low in your belly, pulsing harder and harder, overtaking your very being quietly â a heat that couldnât be tamed by the artificiality of the cooling device.
youâve been feeling it for hours. the telltale thrum, the hypersensitivity of your skin, the way your gums ache faintly where your fangs wanted to push through.
ebb day is tomorrow. officially.
you still have a few hours to prepare.
your phone unexpectedly buzzed against your skin, a frantic, continuous tremor that has you fumbling for it. rafayelâs name light up the screen, a silly picture of him trembling together with the vibrations.
you swiped to answer, a teasing remark already on your lips.
âif youâre calling to back outââ
âplease.â his voice cut you off, and it sounded wrong. it was not the smooth, sultry baritone he usually wielded like a weapon, articulating witty remarks at your expense. it was breathless, strained, cracking at the edges. âplease, come over.â
you froze between aisles, your hand tightening on the phone. ârafayel?â
âi need you.â a low, fractured whine escaped him, and the needy sound went straight to your core, igniting the latent heat into a sudden, roaring blaze. âitâs⌠itâs early. itâs so early. i thought i had more time but itâs⌠i need you now.â
you could picture him too clearly.
at his seaside manor, in the vast, luxurious bedroom, with the curtains wide open, welcoming the full moon. rafayel, welcoming you, sprawled on his massive bed, his pale skin flushed and beaded with sweat, his hair a disheveled mess of purple.
you imagined him grasping his phone with a trembling hand, spotted with scales, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted in gasps.
fangs peeking through oh so beautifully.
âiâm at the store.â you said, your voice coming out rougher than you intended, your own state suddenly worsening due to rafayelâs intervention. âiâm getting the things. iâll be there after checkoutââ
âno.â he gasped immediately, and the desperation in his voice was loud, a hook that sunk into your chest and pulled you like a fish out of waters. âtoo long. ughâ i canâtâ please. i canât wait anymore. i feel like iâm burning up. we have everything here, so...â
âi need you. please, please, just ahhhhâ come here.â
the plea was a whisper, broken and sweet, and that did it for you. youâve always been weak for him. in this human form, in your true one, it didnât matter; he had you wrapped around his pinky finger since you were children, even if he didnât always know it.
ârafâŚâ
you wanted to say something stubborn, to remind him that you were buying the very supplies heâll be grateful for later, but another whimper came through the line, and your resolve crumbled to the ground.
âfine.â you heard yourself say, already turning and abandoning your basket on a shelf, condoms and all. âiâm coming right now. stay on the line.â
he let out a soft, relieved sound, and you couldâve sworn a sloshing noise accompanied his tune. âokay. fâfuckâ okay.â
you left the store at a near-jog, the warm night air hitting your flushed cheeks.
the moon was almost up, a perfect, luminous circle in the sky, yet too bright, too full. it made your blood sing, your skin prickling with more and more clusters of scales.
you could still hear rafayelâs breathing on the other end of the line, quick and uneven, punctuated by tiny, swallowed sounds that heâs probably trying to hide.
that, and low, wet sounds â most likely his hand moving lazily up and down his stiff cock.
âtell me how youâre feeling.â you said as you slid into your car, your hand steady on the wheel even as everything inside you was starting to shake.
you have to keep your composure for just a little longer.
you also have to keep rafayel in check and make sure he doesnât tip over.
âhot.â he breathed into the phone. âeverythingâs sâshitâ too hot. my clothes⌠i took them off already. iâm just in the sheets. i nghnnâ keep thinking about your hands.â his voice dropped, becoming that familiar, teasing cadence even through the haze of the heat.
âyou have such nice hands. so softâ nghâ i keep thinking about them on ahhâ me. groping me, pinning me down. do you think you can do that?â
your fingers tightened on the steering wheel, your knuckles whitening at his request. ârafayel.â
âi want you to.â he continued, his voice a low, needy murmur. the sticky sounds raised in intensity, no longer just background noise. âi need you so bad. i need you on top of me, baby.â
you pushed the accelerator harder, running a stop sign you didnât even register. the streets blurred under your hazy vision, the city lights smearing into streaks of color. the heat inside you was building up with every word of his, with every little gasp and hitch of his breath.
rafayel was doing a phenomenal job at riling you up.
âwhat are you thinking about?â he asked all of a sudden, his voice a silken thread that woke you up. âare you thinking about me?â
âyes.â you admitted bluntly, the word torn from you without much effort.
ânhgh⌠tâtell me, baby.â
âthe way you look when youâre between my thighs.â your voice was steady, booming from the speakers of his phone, but your hands were shuddering now. fingernails threatening to elongate into monstrously sharp claws. âthe way you eat me out so good.â
he groaned, a breathless, shattered sound, and his hand sped up. the wetness staining his cock was palpable, the sound harsh yet delicate. âfâfuck yeah, i wanna taste your cunt so bad.â
a pause, then his voice murmured a confession once more. âi need to bury my face in you. i need to smell you. ahhhhâ bet youâre drenched already, can almost sâsniff it from here.â
he was right. since the beginning of your conversation, the flimsy material of your panties was nothing but sticky. each and every request of his, delving into his nastiest wishes, generated more gooey arousal, effectively coating your panties in a generous amount of slick.
it also did not help that you were a lemurian, normally producing more slick than a mere human.
thankfully, you were pulling through the gates of his estate, the tires of your car crunching on the gravel driveway. you didnât even bother parking properly â just killed the engine and eft the car where it stopped.
âiâm here.â you said into the phone, your legs carrying you up the front steps without waiting for another invite.
you swung the door open without a second thought.
rafayel was standing at the end of the hallway, and the sight of him made your clit throb.
he was fully naked, his skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his hair plastered to his temples. his chest was heaving, his pupils so dilated that his irises were reduced to thin rings of purple. but it was the scales that caught your attention â a scattering of iridescent, pearl-white scales along his cheekbones, down his neck, across his shoulders.
painting his skin, lower and lower.
going beyond the base of his aching cock.
the scales shimmered in the moonlight, catching the light like tiny mirrors.
âbaby!â his eyes found yours, and he smiled â a beautiful, unhinged grin, all sharp teeth and raw need. âyou came.â he breathed, relieved, taking wobbly steps towards you.
he was deeply affected by the rising full moon, hands jumping away from his sides and searching for support onto the walls.
you were soon to be deeply affected as well as your nostrils inhaled the pheromones dominating the entire mansion: the smell was terrifically strong, a pungent odor that lulled you towards primal desires. you almost stumbled backward from the powerful aroma, palm shooting up and covering the bottom half of your face in an attempt to protect your senses.
âfâfuck, the smellâŚâ
you needed to remain levelheaded.
you needed to remain the rational one, since rafayel was clearly indulging fully in the effects of the moon.
but it was hard. you could already feel your fans poking through your gums, could already sense the tremble in your body as rafayel caught up to you.
your entire being was calling for him, just like his own called for you.
his quivering hands clawed at your dress, pulling you fully inside, the door slamming shut behind you two and effectively trapping you in his den. taking advantage of the defensive stance you took, he manhandled you against the closest wall, caging you perfectly, his body a line of burning heat against yours.
âah, ah, ah, youâŚâ his face instantly found your neck, burying itself in the seductive dip between your throat and shoulder. and, with a loud whiff, rafayel inhaled your own tumbling pheromones. âahhhâ smell so fucking good.â
he did not stop at that, nuzzling further into your skin, dragging the tip of his nose up towards your pulse point, punctuating the spot right behind your ear. with that, he managed to caress a patch of sensitive scales, eliciting a moan out of your hidden lips, forcing your palm to abandon its post to tangle in his messy locks.
âbaby, please, pull ughâ my hair, please.â he started to beg as he felt your fingers latch onto the roots of his hair, body curving into yours more and more.
his legs snuck their way between your own, parting your thighs and allowing his knee to dip into the material of your dress and make contact with your clothed pussy. his arms flew away too, finally taking hold of your torso and putting you into a needy embrace.
âraf, iââ
your voice echoed in his ears, blessing him with the delicious shudder of your tone. but something was wrong, he slowly realized between his hazy thoughts â you have yet to make your move, you have yet to show the same neediness he has been carrying for hours.
âiâis something wrong? no, please, babyâŚâ
he removed his face from your neck, abandoning his mission to devour your scent gland in favor of discovering what was holding you back. a strong feeling of anxiety shook his entire body, and memories of abandonment flashed between his obscene fantasies.
changing the atmosphere entirely.
âgo on, raf, itâs okayââ
ânâno.â
you couldnât resist him, especially not now.
he decided to perch his head on your chest, entire body slouched over your own, and look up at you with his lust-filled orbits. the pout on his lips was dangerous, accessorized by his long and sharp fangs. his legs were now practically glued to yours⌠and you could feel his heavy cock pressing against your thigh.
âdo you not want me, baby?â
oh, he was gonna be the death of you.
âraf, someone hânghâas to be rational, i canât give into pleasââ
âwe will be careful, like alwaysâŚâ he cut you off enthusiastically, tightening his hold on your midriff to block any kind of escape. worse, he dipped his face lower into your chest, pressing right against your exposed sternum⌠and sticking his tongue out to taste your sweaty skin.
ârafayel.â you warned through gritted teeth, gripping the base of his scalp and pulling his head back. but he was ready for such an action, simply letting out more length of his monstrous tongue and continuing his perverse ministration across the peaks of your breasts.
âi kâknow what will help!â he chirped between licks, and the sensation of his rough, elongated tongue tracing the delicate flesh of your chest made your resolve shake.
you tried to hold firm, to remember the reasons why someone needed to stay level-headed, but he was a master of persuasion: his hands, which had been so needy and clammy, slid down your hips with a slow, teasing pace. and he stopped when he reached the fabric of your short skirt, fingers twitching at the hem.
âjust a taste.â he whispered, long tongue retracting from your skin to wet his lips. âi ughâ to taste your pussy, baby. please.â
his voice was a raspy, desperate plea, and the sight of his body â the way he pressed himself against you, precum wetting the ends of your dress â broke something in you. you were supposed to be the rational one, but the pheromones were a thick haze in your lungs, intoxicating your very being.
your own body betrayed you, the ache between your thighs becoming a pulsing, insistent throb. your firm grip on his hair lessened, hand guiding his head unconsciously down your body, moving him in line with your center.
âahâ jâjust a bit...â you breathed, your voice shaking now. âbut then we mââ
move to the bedroom â he didnât let you finish.
a submissive, relieved groan escaped him, and he was already sliding down your body. his bare knees hit the floor with a sharp thud, but he didnât flinch. you tried to steady yourself, but rafayel had other plans â hiking your right leg up his shoulder, spreading you wide open for him. and you were taken by surprise, fingers curling and pushing his head around from the sudden movement.
âfâfuck yeah.â
he let out a sharp, encouraging moan against your exposed thigh, and you felt his lips press a wet kiss on the newly exposed patch of skin of your knee.
his hands shoot up, scattering the hem of your dress. he pushed the material up around your waist, silently prompting you to hold it down and away from him. the cool air of the hallway licked at your exposed thighs, prickling at your scale-scattered skin.
his gaze dropped, and he stared at the sight before him, cock twitching between his bent legs. the wet spot on your panties was dark and obscene, the cotton perfectly clinging to the shape of your pussy. you were absolutely soaked through, arousal escaping the comfort of your underwear in order to stain your inner thighs.
the rims around his blown-out pupils turned a bright blue, and a devouring hunger flashed across his features.
âoh, my baby.â he breathed, the words almost a whimper. âyouâre sâso wet for me. i bet it hâhurts so much.â
he didnât wait for an actual answer as he leaned forward to thoroughly inspect you. his nose pressed into the damp fabric, and he inhaled deeply, a tremble running through his body as he feasted on your scent. he nuzzled against the soaked cotton, his sharp fangs grazing your sensitive flesh through the thin barrier, and your knees nearly buckled.
your hand forced his head deeper instead of pulling it away, a silent surrender to the powers of the moon.
he took the signal with a groan of satisfaction. his tongue snaked out, long and monstrous, and he dragged the wide, flat of it across the dark spot. he licked slowly, savoring you through the fabric, his eyes rolling back from the aroma.
âyou ahhâ sâ good.â he mumbled against the fabric, his voice muffled by the fabric and his groans.
but he needed more than just soaked panties. so, with a swipe of his tongue, he wrapped the length twice around the gusset of your panties, tugging the material downwards. you felt the wet cotton drag along your sensitive flesh as it was removed, exposing your cunt entirely to his burning gaze.
ârâraf, please.â
he saw everything: your wet, swollen flesh glistened in the dim light, your clit engorged and peeking out from its hood. a fresh glob of your arousal slid down your inner thigh, and his adamâs apple bobbed at the bodily reaction.
âbabyyyâŚâ his breathing hitched, and he slowed down, his entire being focused on the sight and scent of you. âlook at you.â he muttered, his voice heavy by lust. âso beautiful, so mesmerizing.â
and before you could form a response, he dived in. his lips glued onto you, and his tongue â still a long, monstruous muscle â latched onto your entire cunt. he licked a wide, flat stroke from your oozing entrance to your pulsing clit, and the feeling of his wet mouth against your slick flesh made you whine.
he did it again, and again, building a rhythm that was ruining you from the inside out. he was starved, licking and sucking and slurping you like an intoxicated man who knew no other flavour.
ârafayel, râfaâyel!â
you threw your head back, the wall cold against your skull, as you fought for composure. but it was a losing battle: his mouth was too skilled, too curious to discover your pussy. he found every sensitive nerve with the tip of his tongue, swirling around your clit until you were seeing stars, then dropping down to probe at your entrance.
licking up the streams of your juices like they were the only source of water in the world.
you made the mistake of looking down at him. he was on his knees before you, his body trembling with the effort of restraint and desire. his eyes were heavy-lidded, focused solely on his task, and his gills âdelicate, slit-like openings on his neck â fluttered slightly as he breathed through them, allowing him to remain glued to you without a pause for air.
he was relentless, dedicated.
he needed you to tip over into your animalistic side.
âiâ oh, fuckââ
your voice cracked and morphed into a high, unhinged moan as he circled his tongue around your clit, wrapping it tightly with its length while he sucked the bundle of nerves with his lips. the tip of his tongue dipped lower treacherously, pushing against your greedy hole and effectively overflowing your mushy brain with pleasure. Â
your hips jerked forward of their own accord, and you felt your fingers drag through his hair, pulling him even tighter against you, demanding more even as you were overwhelmed.
âhmhmmâ nghââ he moaned into you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your pelvis.
his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs spreading your lips wider, giving him unrestricted access to every inch of your center. he worked on you with a desperate, submissive fervor, eating you out as if his existence depended on your pleasure.
and it was working. the feeling built and built in your tummy, a coil of heat tightened and tightened with every flick of his tongue.
âalâst.â he gasped, pulling away just enough to see the defeat in your eyes. his lips and chin were shining with your wetness, his sharp teeth shimmering as he smiled at you. âcum in my mouth, please.â
your resolve had shattered the moment his mouth had made contact. so you just nodded frantically, a sobbing whine escaping your lips, and he leaped at the signal. his mouth descended again with renewed vigor, long tongue focusing on your engorged bud. he sucked hard, creating a devastating pressure, while he simultaneously probed the back of his tongue against your entrance, massaging the contracting muscles.
âah, iâmââ
you came with a cry that echoed down the empty hallway, your body arching off the wall as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through you. your hand forced his face deeper into you, and he drank everything, his moans of ecstasy vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he swallowed your release.
and he didnât stop. he kept licking, easing you through the shaking aftermath, his eyes locked on your trembling form with a satisfied, devouring gleam.
âah, aâah, ah.â
when you finally opened your eyes, you had a good look at his needy, disheveled face, still resting between your thighs. his lips and chin were slick with you, his long tongue still lazily licking at your flesh as if he couldnât bear to lose the taste. his gills fluttered rapidly, and he smiled up at you â temporary satiated by your pussy.
⌠or so you thought.
âgâgo again?â he pleaded, his voice high-pitched and weak. âplease, please, please, pleââ
and you knew why he was begging so arduously: gazing downwards at the floor, you soon realized that he also spilled his release, most likely pushed over the edge by your own orgasm. the floorboards were covered in a thick layer of cum, white and sticky substance staining his thigh and your own resting foot.
 âplease, baby, one more timeâ i love your pussy, iââ
you were still trembling from your own climax, chest heaving, gills fluttering on the sides of your neck. but something in his desperate, submissive tone made you sit up straighter, an ounce of rationality still guiding you. yeah, you felt the wetness between your thighs, the echo of his tongue still a pulsing memory, but you knew that you were far from satiated.
the moonâs pull was still in your bones, and his pheromones were a thick haze in the air.
you reached down, took a handful of his wet hair, and pulled his face away from your cunt. the slick was thick, mixed with his saliva, and it created a strong, sticky bridge between his lips and your nether ones.
âmâmoveâŚâ you commanded, your voice coming out fragmented, tainted by your orgasm and the heat. âbedroom, now.â
his eyes flashed with relief, and he nodded so quickly that his locks flipped against his temples. âyesâ yes, baby, anything.â with obedient, trembling hands, he pushed himself up from his knees, his muscular thighs quivering as he rose. he was still weeping, his cock stiff and red, the tip glistening with his own release.
but he made no move to wipe it away, fixated on obtaining you.
before you could step forward, he enveloped you in his arms, both hands sliding under your knees and lifting you as if you were made of feathers. your legs latched around his hips on instinct, your dress riding up to your waist, your naked slick pussy pressing against his abs. he took off with long, hurried steps, his legs no longer staggering.
âcâmere.â
his mouth was on yours before you could process his words.
âso nghâ good tâ me.â he mumbled against your lips, his tongue sharing your aroma. âso beautiful, so perfectâ iâm ughâ not deserving.â he kissed you with a wide, open mouth, his sharp fangs grazing your lower lip as he pushed your dress higher with each push.
his words were a stream of subservient praises â celebrating your benevolence in assisting him with his heat â as he carried you through the living room and into the wide, disheveled bedroom. and his mouth never stopped; he fully slurped at your lips, devouring your mouth with the same fervor he ate your pussy.
he loved to caress your fangs with his tongue, grunting between lick as you were finally showing signs of turning.
âah, ahâŚâ
when he reached the giant bed, he turned and sat down on it, his back leaning against the headboard with a soft thud. he kept you on his lap, your knees straddling his hips, your soaked cunt hovering just above his twitching, dripping cock. his hands were instantly on your body tugging away at the dress, removing it from your body and letting your scale-splotched skin to bask in the full moon.
his sharp digits took a hold of your full hips, nails digging into the soft flesh as he tried to lower your body onto his.
âplease, baby.â he breathed, his hips rolling upwards on instinct, his bare cock sliding against your wet slit. âi need to feel you around meâ please, i fuckââ
you reached around, your hand finding the nightstand and its drawer, your fingers closing around a square packet. as you were retrieving it, his hands worked all over you, groping your waist, your tits, your thighs with a restless, ravenous need. his cock was jumping against your thigh with each squish of your body, impatient to ease into you.
âlet mâme help.â he whispered as he saw you struggle. but you shook your head, at last ripping the packet open with your fangs.
the image made him groan â he loved when you used those fangs.
he wished youâd use them on him.
as you rolled the condom down his length with steady hand, your palm gliding over the latex as you smoothed it down the veiny cock, he gasped, his head throwing back against the headboard, his hips pushing up into your fist.
âfuckâ baby, your hand, itâs nghâ so goodÂ, iâm gonnaââ his words devolved into a strangled moan as you gave him a last, twisting stroke at the base, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from cumming right then.
his gills fluttered rapidly, and his hands clawed at the sheets, his white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping him grounded.
you left him hanging on the edge for a sweet moment, your eyes locked on his trembling stomach and the way his scales shimmered harder. then, with a slow movement, you raised yourself up on your knees, aligned the tip of his cock with your soaked entrance, and slowly began to sink down.
the sensation was electric. his length slid inside you in a smooth, velvety thrust, the latex making it easy but no less intense. you felt him stretch you, push past your greedy muscles that spasmed around him, and you gasped at the fullness. he moaned your name, vibrating against your chest as he pressed his forehead into your shoulder.
âso fucking tightâ so wetâ.â
âah, raf, thatâs mhmââ
you took a moment to adjust, to feel him settle deep inside you, to take in the way his tip was kissing your cervix. then you began to move â slow rolls of your hips, lifting and sinking, pulling him out until only the tip remained, then sliding back down to the hilt. your clit slapped deliciously against his muscles, and so did his heavy balls against your behind.
his hands flew to your hips again, guiding you, but he never tried to take control; he merely held you, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of your hips with reverence.
âyes, thatâs nghâ it, use me.â he implored, his voice breaking into high whinse as you picked up the pace. you rolled your hips in a figure eight, harshly grinding against him at the bottom, and his lips parted on a silent scream. âoh, oh fuck, right there, please, babyââ
you leaned forward, lips bitten, your palms braced against his chest, and you rode him with a ferocious need. every stroke was accompanied by his gasps, the sharp, slutty breaths strung together with your own traitorous ones into a rhythmic chant.
âso good, so good, iâmâ please, please, let me cum inside, i beg youââ
his words were slurred, mind so thick with lust he forgot he had a condom on. but he was attentive to you, never taking his eyes off your bouncing body. when you sped up, your thighs burning with the effort, your clit brushing against his pubic bone with every downward thrust, his head lolled to the side in pleasure.
the sensation was heaven for you too: the way his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, vein pulsing just the right way against your walls, the way his hands trembled as they held you, the way his moans sounded like prayersâŚ
âcum for me.â you allowed, your voice raspy and commanding, and that was all he needed.
with a broken whine, he threw his head back, his spine arching off the headboard as he spilled into the condom, his hips jerking up into you with ragged, uncontrollable spasms. his mouth opened in a silent shout and his hands clawed so hard into your hips you knew they would leave bruises.
the sight of him cumming, his face stretched in ecstasy, pushed you over the edge. you rode him through it all, your second climax building and building until it broke. your inner muscles clenching around him as you shuddered through your release.
he whimpered into the air like a mantra: âthank you, thank you, thank youââ.
after a few more seconds, you finally slowed down. with your gills working overtime, your body washed in sparkling sweat, you remained motionless, straddled over him. his aching cock was still inside you, spent once more that night.
but ebb day had just commenced, and a mere fuck was not the solution.
you were still trembling, his overstimulated cock still twitching inside you, when he shifted his hips upwards â a lazy, circular rock which sent a sharp spark through your oversensitive flesh. you whimpered, a needy tune that you hadnât intended to let out; the sudden trust took you by surprise, hitting your walls in a way that made your whole being shiver.
he did it again, this time with a sharper thrust, his strong hands pushing you down into his cock, and your palms flattened against his chest in a vain attempt to put some distance between the two of you.
ârafâ wait, slow dâahâown a bit.â you gasped, your voice cracking, the overstimulation short circuiting your brain. âi need a secondââ
his laugh was low and mean, a strong contrast to the high-pitched moans he freely let out a few minutes ago.
âslow down? why? youâre still aching for more.â his hands slid down your sides, gripping your thighs with a brutal firmness. his expression was no longer kind and pliant, the barely-there purple of his orbs changing into a blinding sapphire color.
he tutted at your scrunching face, digging his fingers harder into your skin and dragging you forth against his chest. âno, no, baby. i donât like that.â
âraf?â
âyouâre not gonna fight what you are. youâre a lemurian in heat, just like me⌠giving in is not a choice.â
before you could respond, he twisted out of you with a squelching, wet pop and shoved you forward onto the sheets. you tumbled onto the mattress, hands and knees catching you as he positioned you around like a puppet. his palm pressed the small of your back, forcing your spine into a beautiful arch, your face pressed into the pillows.
it happened in a blink of an eye, your body going pliant and obeying the desires of the man behind you. you could no longer see him, with your head buried in his cushions, but you could hear the shift of his weight as he knelt behind you, the heat of his body washing over your exposed skin.
shit, he was taking a dominant stance now â the predator inside him most likely no longer pleased by your âcontrolledâ approach to ebb day.
but you had to stay strong. you had to stop him from fulfilling the mating ritual since you were not his beloved. you had toâ
âlook at you.â he purred, his voice dripping with condescension, blue eyes taking in the sight before him: you, face down, ass up, supple flesh drenched and quivering with arousal. âso fucking wet⌠and you still have the nerve to tell me to slow down. pathetic.â
his fingers traced down your curved spine, pausing at the swell of your ass. then down to your used hole. with delicate fingers, he touched the gaping rim of the condom still lodged inside you, dragging it slightly out of you. you flinched, back arching even more, hips pushing into his touch unconsciously.
âa condom too⌠ruining all the fun.â he clicked his tongue, low and mean, but chose to abandon the rubber for now. he decided to reach around to find your clit, his skilled thumb pressing against it with just enough pressure to make you tremble into the sheets.
âyou think youâre in charge, hm? youâre nothing but a slutty little whore who needs to be reminded of her place.â
he circled his thumb over your swollen bud, slow and torturous, while his other hand kept you pinned down. you whined, your hips pushing back instinctively, seeking more friction, but he was having none of it: he smacked your ass hard, the sharp slap echoing in the room as it landed on your flesh.
âdonât you dare act on your urges now. youâll get what i give you, when i give it.â he warned as he increased the pressure on your clit, his movements forming teasing figure eights. you writhed against the sheets, tried to push back and speed him up, but his hand on your spine kept you arched and immobile.
âpâplease.â you whined, your voice pitching high, now mirroring the state he was previously inâ flushed face, dilated pupils, consumed by the urge to be used. âraf, i needââ
âyou need to shut up and take whatâs given.â he cut you off, his tone cold and superior. he removed his thumb without warning, and you whimpered in loss, eyes bubbling with tears from his cruelness. âsee? thatâs what you get for being impatient. now be a good girl and wait.â
wait?
for what?
he reached down, fingers curling around the rim of the condom still inside you. with a slow, torturous pull, he removed it. the sensation of the latex sliding out making you shiver, hole gaping in dissatisfaction. your cunt was practically begging for the rubber to return, for something to be inside it once more.
âgreedy pussy.â
he pinched the tip of the condom, dangling it above your stinging flesh, and, with his thumb and index finger, he pressed and dragged out... letting the thick, white semen spill all across your ass. throwing the empty rubber away, he then smeared his cum over your cheeks with a rough, possessive stroke, making sure to dip his fingers over your asshole and the perineum.
the warm, sticky sensation made you cry out, and he laughed again.
âyou like that, donât you? being marked with my cum?â he rubbed the cum lower, into your slit, working it into your wet folds until you were dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his seed. âyou were so dumb for putting on the condom.â
and with that vitriolic remark, he positioned himself behind you once more, the mushroom head of his engorged cock prodding at your slutty entrance. he rubbed it up and down, teasing the flesh without pushing in, controlling his urge to breed you for the sake of hearing you beg.
and you began to sob, pleas leaving your bitten lips with ease.
âpâplease, raf, just fuck me, i need it so bad, pleaseââ
âaww, look at you now â beg harder.â he purred, his tip still tracing slow circles over your hungry hole.
âplease! please, rafayel, i beg you, just put it in, iâll be good, just fuck meââ
âthere it is.â he smirked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. âbut oh, iâm sorry, babyâ i think weâre out of condoms. what a shame.â his tone was condescending, and he rolled his hips just enough to press the head inside.
before pulling back. âi canâtââ
âi donât care.â you babbled, your mind now a blur of heat and hunger. your previous carefulness was entirely wiped by your animalistic desire to be mounted and taken by rafayel. âjâjust do it, fuck me raw! i need your ughâ cock inside me, please, rafââ
âfinally.â
without other comments, he thrusted in one sharp, brutal motion. you screamed, but not in pain â the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled without any barrier felt heavenly. his hard cock, littered with scales, plowed into your soaked cunt until his hips smacked against your ass, his balls swaying against your swollen clit.
âyes.â he groaned, his voice now raspy with his own need. âthis is where you belong: spread open for me, taking my cock like the cockslut that you are.â he pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, the squelch of your juices and his cum making a loud, obscene sound.
âfuck, youâre so warm, so wet, so fucking good.â
he set a ferocious pace, his hips jutting into you with the starved intensity of an animal in rut. each thrust hit that spot inside you, making your spine curve into him more and more. and you were kept in that deep arch by his strong arms, your voice reduced to a stream of moans and whines as it got drowned out by the pillows.
ânghâ baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.â he grunted, his hand snaking forward to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. âgreedy girl, sucking me ahâ Â so hard.â
âtell me youâre mine. tell me this is what you wanted.â
ââm yârs.â you gasped, the words tumbling out in stutters as you squeezed around his rugged scales. âgods, yes, fuck me harder, pleaseââ
he released your hair with a satisfied moan and doubled his efforts, his strokes becoming messy and unhinged. he was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock throbbing against your walls, the tip kissing your cervix with every slam. his length seemed to grow inside you, expanding and stretching your sensitive walls in all dimensions.
you were completely affected by ebb day now, your pleasure so strong you could no longer separate where your being ended and his began.
but the night has just begun, and so did rafayel.
you felt it before you saw it: a second pressure, a new sensation against the flesh of your ass. another cock, thicker and more brutal in its proportions, had emerged from the base of his first and sprung upwards, settling directly between the sweaty valley of your cheeks.
it was a monstrous thing, wet with its own pre-cum, rocking against your asshole in tune with his other cock.
âis thatâ ughââ
with every slam of his hips into your soaked cunt, this second cock rubbed relentlessly against your tight, untouched asshole. the friction was addicting, a blunt force that glided over the twitching rim of your second hole with every forward push.
you could feel the ridges of it, the scales that dragged across your delicate skin, and it made your eyes roll back from the pleasure.
âyou feel that, baby?â he grunted into your ear, his voice a condescending purr. âmy other cock, itching to breed that pussy too. youâre so fucking soaked, i am sure it will nghâ slip right in.â
you couldnât respond. you were beyond speech, your face buried in the sheets, your voice reduced to a high, siren-like whine that filled the room.
the way his second cock humped against your asshole, the way his first cock was still plunging into your cunt â it was a sensory overload that threatened to spill all over. you clenched around him, trying to drag him deeper, and he groaned, leaning over your arched body.
âcanât even fuckinâ answer me.â he snarled, his pace slowing for a moment as he leaned down, lowering his sweaty chest against your back.
his sharp mouth found the juncture of your neck and shoulder, your pulse point, and he opened his jaw wide. his fangs grazed your flesh, a heated, demanding pressure falling over your skin.
he wasâŚ
âyou want this so badly, donât you? you want me to claim every hole.â
going to bite. he was going to mark you as his mate.
panic lashed through the fog of your lust. you were not lovers: you had agreed to this arrangement solely to protect his future beloved from the primality of the lemurian heat. so your arm shot up before you could think it over, your forearm wedging itself between his lips and your neck just as his jaws clamped down.
âah.â
his fangs sink into your flesh with a wet, ripping sound. the pain was sharp and immediate, a burning sensation that made you scream into the pillows. you felt the hot trickle of blood cascade down your arm, and he let out a surprised, muffled groan around your limb.
his cock slid out of you during the chaos, leaving you suddenly empty and weak.
ânâno!â you cried, your voice a shaky mess of pleasure and desperation. ânot that! rafayel, we arenâtâ weâre not lovers! you canât mark me like this. you have to save yourself for your chosen one, you know that.â
he froze â he stayed still, his fangs still embedded in your forearm, his breath hot against the wound. then, slowly, he released you. his jaw unclamped, and he licked the blood from his lips with a slow, seductive swipe of his tongue. but his eyes had changed. the lust was still there, but now it was underlaid with something far more dangerous: a cold, rageful possessiveness.
âyou dare...â he said, his voice dropping to a level of condescending fury that made you shiver. âyou dare tell me who to save myself for? you dare speak of a âchosen oneâ when youâre the only one who has ever made me feel this?â
before you could respond, he moved with unnatural speed. his hands gripped your hips and with a brutal twist, he flipped you over like you were no more than a rag doll. you landed on your back, the sheets cold and damp against your sweaty skin. he was on top of you in an instant, his legs knocking yours apart as he settled his weight between your thighs.
his first cock pressed against your soaked entrance, and his second one rested heavily against your clit, both of them drenched in bodily fluids.
âyou foolish woman.â he snarled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. his eyes were gleaming blue, his scales catching the light like the facets of a gem. âthere is no other chosen one. there is only you. youâre the one i want. youâre the one my body and my soul demands.â
ârâraf?â
âand i will not be denied.â
he thrusted forward, sheathing his bottom cock inside you in one single, devastating move. you were so wet, so inviting; there was no resistance, only a lewd, obscene squelch as your fluids started to froth at the juncture between your bodies.
you whined out a broken approval, and he groaned in triumph above you.
âthatâs right.â he confirmed, rolling his hips harder and harder to pick up his previous pace. âyour body knows the truth, even if your mouth lies. youâre mine.â he began to pump into you, his strokes sharp and possessive as he, once more, descended closer to your face.
âyou can beg all you want for a different fate, but you will never escape this. you will never escape me.â
and with that, he sealed his lips over yours.
your hands clawed at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded you into the mattress. your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper, traitorously consenting to his declaration even as your mind spun with lust. he leaned forward more and more, trapping you under his massive frame, and he kissed you brutally, tangling his long tongue with your and forcing you to taste your own blood.
âsay it out loud.â he demanded against your mouth, his pace never faltering, his mouth carefully traversing lower to your pulse point again. âsay youâre mine. say it and i will fully take you, my mate.â
âiâm yours!â you wailed, the words torn from your very soul as his fangs scratched your skin in warning. âiâm yours, rafayel! please, just donât stop, donât you dare stopââ
a prideful, predatory grin spread across his features. he slowed his pace as his jaw opened once more, trying to time his movements to offer you the most intense pleasure. pulling out almost all the way, his tip snagging onto your hole, he stuck out his tongue to wet your skin as his hand lowered to his cocks⌠pressing his second length snug to his other and preparing it for penetration.
ânghâ rafâ ahââ
as he plunged his fangs into your neck, finally marking you as his mate by drawing blood, he also rutted both cocks into your hungry cunt. the immense quantities of arousal lubed everything, allowing his two dicks to press deep into your without much difficulty.
and his timing was perfect, getting you to orgasm with a perfect o on your lips as he rocked your whole world.
âthatâs right.â he purred, moving his head to nuzzle at the bloody bite on your skin, licking the wound with soft strokes of his tongue. âyouâre mine, youâre mine, youâre mine.â
and as he spoke, he picked up his pace once more, the slap of his balls against your skin filling the room, his resolve renewed. you were cushioned beneath him, a trembling mess, a willing partner to desire, and as he watched you fall apart beneath him â your eyes rolling back, your moans a constant chant â he too was pushed over the edge once more.
unlike last time, his thrusts stumbled into a rhythm that was clumsy but deep, as if he refusing to let go of you. unlike last time, you felt a swelling at your entrance, the way his top cock, the one that had been pressing against your clit moments ago, now grew in thickness.
the sensation was overwhelming. your walls were stretched further, and you could feel his cocks throbbing deep inside, ready to spill.
âbreed.â he groaned against your neck, lips bloody, voice raspy. âlet me fill you. let me breed your sweet cunt.â
and he did.
his top cock began to inflate at the base, the tissue swelling into a something that locked him deep within you. you whimpered in pleasure as the first shiny, pearl-white ovoid passed through his urethra and into your hole âa smooth, rounded glob that stretched you to the fullest before it settled inside you.
then another, and another, and another. each one leaving a trail of warmth as it popped through his cock and deposited itself in deep inside you. his hands stopped flat against your stomach, to keep you from moving away, and he felt the bulge begin to rise.
the eggs were gathering together with his thick cum.
âyes, yes.â he murmured, his tone a mix of wonder and satisfaction, eyes glassy with lust. âso many eggs already. and thereâs more for you.â
he kept pumping, each thrust squeezing another round egg into you, and with it came wave upon wave of thick, pearlescent cum that filled every remaining crevice. your tummy bulged more and more, the skin stretching tight until you could feel the weight of his eggs sinking low inside you. you were so full that you couldnât tell what was cum and what was ovoid; you only knew that he was still pumping, still depositing, still claiming.
ârârafayel, i wâwill ughâ i canât holdâ nngh!â
your protests were swallowed by another orgasm as he rutted his final drops into you, the bottom cock twitching inside you as it added its own thick semen to the swelling pool. your tummy was now a pronounced curve, the skin taut and shiny, and you could feel each individual egg pressing against the walls of your tummy.
âyes.â
finally, he stilled, his body shaking with the last spasms of release. he remained inside you for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged and hot against your sweaty skin. then, with a small whine, he pulled out: first the bottom cock, then the top one, releasing the lock on your pussy. you felt a gush of warm cream follow him, and when you looked down, you saw the mess he had made of you.
your pussy was ruined, swollen, hole gaping as thick, white cum started to drool out in hefty treads, pooling on the sheets beneath you.
he moved down your body, his hands sliding over your blooming skin until they rested on your swollen belly. he pressed gently, and you felt the first egg pop out with an obscene sound. the smooth, pearly ovoid rolled out onto the sheet, shining with your combined juices. then another, and another, each one escaping as he pressed firmer, each one making you whine from overstimulation.
your tummy slowly deflated, but not all the eggs were out yet â you could still feel a few resting high inside, near your cervix.
âshh, iâve got you.â he said, his voice suddenly soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the brutality from moments ago. he shifted his hand from your belly to your swollen clit, his fingers gliding through the wetness with good intent.
âyouâre doing so well, baby. let me help the rest out.â
he began to rub circles around your hyper-sensitive bud, while his other hand pressed firmly on the top part of your pelvis. the overstimulation made you sob out, but his sweet expression (his soft, purple orbs, the blush on his face, the cute smile on his lips) kept you grounded.
âthatâs it, sweet girl, let them out. youâre so brave for taking all of that. now just one moreâ yes, there it is.â
with a particularly deep press of his palm and a swirl of his thumb, the last egg got out with a sultry plop, rolling to join its siblings on the sheet. your body shuddered violently, another spasm of climax racing through you, but he never stopped the gentle ministrations of his hand.
he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your belly, his lips tracing your skin as you orgasm again into his palm.
âsuch a good girl.â he whispered against your skin, his tone full of adoration and gratitude. âyou took everything so perfectly, my partner.â he lifted his head to look into your hazy eyes, and there was nothing but contentment in his gaze. âletâs rest for a bit.â
at last, he removed himself from between your legs, allowing you a moment of respite as he lounged next to you on the bed. cradling your spent form into a delicate side embrace, he guided your head onto his chest, petting your wet hair away from your face.
âmy sweet baby.â
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Description: Youâre ovulating and need Valko to fuck the ever living shit out of you. Multiple times. Yep, mhm.
WC: 4k
TITS. PECS. GIANT TITS. When the people (one sweetie pie anon ilysm) ask for more Valko, I PROVIDE MORE VALKO!!! đŤĄđŤś (Itâs summer and I fucking hate summer, LMAO. In my mindscape for this one, itâs fall/winter, mkay? Heâd be the warmest good boy...)
HEâS BEEN CLEAREDâŚALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS...GIVE HIM THE F U C K BACK!!! AAWWWOOOOO!!!!! KEEP IT UP VALKYRIES!!!!!!!!
Cutesy, diabolically horny, then cutesy again. Enjoy! MWAH!
Cuddled up on the couch, you canât stop pressing your face into the side of Valkoâs warm, built chest. When relaxed, the large pad of muscle is like a firm, perfect pillow beckoning you for a well-deserved nap.
Although...it also beckons you to bite and lick him until he starts whimpering.
Despite humming happily to the feeling of you nuzzling against him, when pressing your nose into the side tissue of his muscle, a little too hard, he finally speaks up with a light laugh, âPupâŚwhatcha doinâ?â
Grumbling, you squeeze his forearm thatâs closest to you, sinking your nails into his skin, âMmmphâŚsâcozy, shh.â
He lets out a more hearty laugh, flexing his forearm for you in the process, âDid you just shush me?âÂ
âMmhmâŚshhhh.â Your voice becomes a needy whine, turning your head to the side to rub your cheek on him, ââŚRuining itâŚquiet, you.â
With his continuing sweet laugh that warms your heart, he still sounds a tad offended, âIâm ruining it!?â When you donât reply and continue to smush your cheek into him, he simply watches, loving deeply when you behave in any capacity how he often does. He kisses the top of your head, âYouâre so cute.â After waiting a second to see if youâd stopâyou donât, he hums again before speaking, âDo you know what today is, doll?â
You shake your head no, using it as an excuse to keep rubbing on him. After, you bring your face full frontal back into the side of his pec, âMmm, mm-mm. Shh!â
He laughs again, brushing away some stray hairs of yours splayed across his chest, âJust about day fourteen of your cycle.âÂ
You release a small groan into him, a little frustration rising that he wonât just let you have your fun without a bit of a pestering and a tease, âMmm, so?â Your voice is muffled due to your mouthâyour whole faceâbeing actively pressed against him.
âSoâŚâ He waits for your reaction.
âOhâoh.â You lift your head up quickly, looking at him with bleary eyes from having them closed for so long, âCan youâ!?â He knows your cycle better than you do. While helpful, it left little information to the imagination, and he can always sense any changes in your behavior before you even process that theyâre happening. It truly did make him the sweetest, best, and most informed boyfriend there ever was.
He grins, holding back another laugh while nodding, âOh, yeah.â You stare at him a bit abashed, squeezing your legs together while you press your face back into him out of embarrassment and a rising, needy desire to have your face right back where it was, âWell, even if I couldnât...â His voice lowers, âLook at you, pup.â
You groan again, âMmm, youâre so bigâŚso warm...justâshhh.â You playfully nip at his skin through his shirt.
He chuckles, using one of his hands to stroke your hair as you nuzzle him, âOkay, baby. Whatever you sayâŚâ All he needed to do was wait.
This wouldnât end until youâre lifting his shirt up and shoving your face underneath. As soon as he goes to grab it and lift, youâre whining loudly, biting into his pec. âNo! Mm-mm, leave me under here!â
He seals you back underneath his shirt and lets go, âOkay, okay! Youâre so cute, pup. You can stay under there as long as youâd like.â
You press your lips into his skin, âHmphâŚgood.â
Heâs like a furnace, so warm, and so, so, soft. His skin is electrifying to touchâwhether itâs with your hands, your mouth, your body... You let your bottom lip drag across his skin, under and then over the side swell of his pec, your teeth grazing the space and closingâbut not around his skin, like youâre teasing yourself as opposed to him.
When you feel him wiggle in his seat from your touch, you reach over and press your left hand against his hip thatâs furthest from you, finally sinking your teeth into his skin. His voice is a reserved whimper, âH-heyââ
âMmmphâŚâ Needily, your mouth opens again, wide, sucking on his skinâtaking however much of his muscle will fit into your mouth with a vacuumed pressure. While you suck, you let your tongue caress the skin thatâs in your mouth.
His hips twitch again, âPupânghââ
You shake your head gently, holding him in your mouth, âMm-mm.â After you let him go, you mix deliberate and sloppy kisses to his skin, turning your focus and attention onto the space just beside his nipple.
By this point, youâre panting, quiet groans and whines slipping past your lips. He tastes so good and smells even better, the cedary scent of him contained and more powerful beneath the confines of his shirt. The more you suck, bite, lick, and kiss him...the harder you squeeze your thighs together.
When you truly process his scent and let it overwhelm you, you moan into his skin. You delicately let your tongue graze his skin, once just beside his nipple before going directly over itâsoftly...slowly...tantalizingly...
âShitâmmmâŚâ His hands press against you underneath his shirt. You press your lips into him softly before licking again, teasing the outer edge of his nipple with the tip of your tongue. He moans to the feeling, âBabeââ
Cutting him off, and by doing so like he frequently does to you, you let your lips wrap around him softly, sucking tenderly before applying more pressure and letting your tongue massage the bud. You feel his hips buck beneath your left hand, moaning openly against his skin at his reaction. You let go momentarily, only to flick your tongue against him before wrapping your lips around the bud again.
Without a warning other than a loud groan, he suddenly yanks his shirt up and over your head, the material landing above his chest. Caught, you release him from your mouth and smile up at himâequal parts mischievous and guilty. With his chest rising as he breaths deeply, you press your lips into him again, staring up at him with pleading, aroused eyes while you do so. âMmmâŚâ he shifts in his seat, a small groan sounding from his throat that makes his voice hoarse, ânot even gonna let me watch you, pup?â You kiss the side of his chest, âThatâs not very nice, hm?â
Moaning while doing so, you sink back into the side of his pec, biting and squeezing his muscle between your teeth. When he groans, you let go and sit up, âOff.â Like he thought, all he had to do was wait. Quickly, you lean forward and kiss the same spot you just bit, âTake it off. Right now.â
He smirks, âYes, maâam.â While you wait, impatiently, your fingers grip and sink into his thigh thatâs closest to you. As you watch his core flex while his arms go up, your hands immediately part from his thigh to drag up his abs back to his chest. Once his shirt is off completely, he lets it drop behind the couch. He runs a hair through his hair, âLike my chest that much, princess?âÂ
Youâre quick to straddle his lap, and instinctively each of his hands palm both sides of your ass, drawing you in closer with a tight grip. You wait not at all to let yourself grind down onto his lap, âMmhmâŚâ
As he leans forward to kiss you, you stop him by pressing your palms against the top of his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Your hands flatten, pressing harder as you drag down his muscle a short distance, âJust look at you, so fucking sexyâŚâ
With his chest heaving and expanding under your touch, he chuckles, âIs that right?â
You sigh longingly, staring at his chest rather than at him, âShut up.â
His eyes widen, but he canât hide his smirk, âGeez, pupââ
You interrupt, finally meeting his eyes, âQuiet. Let me have my fun, hm?âÂ
After groaning, he swallows and nods, glancing down at your hands that now have a firm grip over his muscles, your nails pressing down into his skin until you make him moan.
As you continue to squeeze, palming his wide, warm muscles in your hands, his head tilts back and rests completely against the back of the couchâs edge. âMmm... Good boyâŚâ Before he can make a sound or move a muscle, youâre practically lunging for his throat, licking a clean, slow stripe up and over his adamâs apple.
âNghâohââ His fingertips dig into your skin over the material covering your ass. When your teeth reach his jaw, you nip his skin, âF-fuck, pupââ
Leaning in on one side, your mouth is hot on his neck, not holding back in how you bite him. âNngh!â Your hips drive down into his lap, easily feeling how hard he isâhow hard he has been, likely since when you first drove your face into the side of his chest earlier.
As you retract from his neck panting, driven by a wild desire for him, heâs quickly lifting his head off the couch and gripping your face in both of his hands. âPupââ
You donât let him speak, crashing your mouth onto his instead. Where you may normally wait to slip your tongue into his mouth, you donât. He moans into your mouth immediately at the contact, the grip of his hands on your face softening as he welcomes you. Reluctantly, you part from him, needing to say your piece, âI need you to cum inside me. Right now.â
âN-now?â
âYes, Val. Right fucking now.â Your lips find his again, his groans and moans from you kissing himâgrinding against himâfalling easily and frequently into your mouth.
Trying to pull back from you and failing, he speaks between wet, desperate kisses, âW-waitânghâare youâmmmâsure?â
âMhm.â Breaking away, your hands press against his chest as you grind down more intentionally. âNow, stop talking and help me get all my clothes off.â
When he doesnât immediately react, your mouth goes straight back for his neck. You sink in, sucking on his flesh hard as you grind more aggressively against his cock. âF-fuckâif I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were trying to eat me, baby.â
Releasing his neck with a gasp, you bring your mouth right by his ear, whispering, âIf you donât help me get us both naked, right now...then yes, I will.â
âPupââ he chuckles, only to silenced by his own moan when you nip his earlobe, âm-my godânnghââ He groans again, starting to peel you off his lap by your waist. His voice becomes low, âAlright, Iâll give you what you want.â
âPleaseâyes, right now. I need you inside me.â You try to kiss him but canât as heâs assertively pulling you off his lap and putting you on your feet in front of the couch.
After an aggressive handful of minutes involving mostly a frantic stripping of clothing, your back is pressed against the couch, your right leg up on Valkoâs shoulder and your left pulled up by your hand underneath your knee. Heâs planked above you, his left hand grabbing the couchâs armrest above your head, and his right holding his cock in his hand as heâs actively torturing you with it.
Youâre a whining, dripping messâsubmitted to him, âValko pleaseâh-holy fuckâput it in, I c-canât take it!â Youâre not sure youâve ever felt so fucking hot beforeâquite literally burning up beneath him.
He fights a smile, carefully, and much too slow for your liking, grinds the head of his cock against your throbbing clit, âGosh, pupâsâneedy, arenât you?â
âYes, y-yes! Val, put your cock inside me r-right nowâI fuckinââoh m-my godâs-stop teasing meânnghâyou asshole.â Each word that comes out of your mouth is interrupted by a pathetic whine.
He tsks at you, running his cock back down then up the length of your slit, âHey, now, baby. No need to be mean, hm?â
Your voice cracks, whines that have become explicit moans interrupting practically every other word, âS-sorry butânngh, fuck! Youâre being s-soââ
He hums deeply from his throat, withholding his need to moan while trying to stay in control, âSorry, gorgeousâmmmâI am kinda being a dick, huh? ...Youâre just so fucking sexy, begging for me.â
With your free right hand, you reach for whatever part of his arm on the couch is available to you, gripping aggressively, âUgh! Nnghâs-stop itâp-please!â
Pulling his eyes from yours, he watches as he grinds his cock against you, âMmmâyouâre so fucking wet, my god. Look at youâŚâ
Utterly desperate for him, youâre saying anything and everything to get his cock inside you, âMmhmâp-please, donât you w-wanna feel? Iâm so w-wet for y-your cock, p-please! I n-need you to cum inside meââ He moans, the suggestion right there for the taking. Instead, he lifts his cock the slightest bit up from you and taps against your clit, âNngh!â Your eyes snap shut, desperation taking over in rapid, shallow breaths.
When you open your eyes again, he looks far too smug, âIf y-youânghâdonât fuck me right n-now, I s-swear toââ Without waiting another second, thankfully, heâs sinking his tip inside you, âMmmph!â
âGood girlânghâfuckinâ oh myââ
You immediately drag your left leg up even higher with your hand, pulling your thigh against your body, the action pulling him deeper, as you interrupt him, âY-yes, yes, oh my godâm-moreâmoreââ
He sinks slowly, like heâs trying to tame youâbut also, control himself, âNnghâs-shitâcalm down, pup.â
Your hips buckle and wiggle, âNoân-no, all the way, mmmâh-holy shitâyou feel sâfucking good! I c-canâtââ
Doing what he normally would himself, as he pushes in, you release your left leg and place it over his other shoulder yourself. The change in angle makes him sink further, both of you failing to contain your moans.
He stares down at you in awe; not that you werenât ever like thisâyou definitely had beenâbut right now, it was making his vision blur and his cock throb to a painful degree. He never wants to hurt you, and often holds back from thrusting into you as hard as he possibly can in fear of hurting you. ButâŚit seemed like you reallyâdesperatelyâwanted him to do just that.
Now completely inside you, your legs above his shoulders and pushed back into a mating press by his weight, he lets both of his hands grip the couchâs armrest, tight. With each thrust, youâre begging him for more, watching his core flex and contract with his weighty thrusts into your aching cunt.
âH-harder, harder! Mmmânngh!â Each time you cry out for him to frankly, absolutely violate you, he groans deeply, fighting against a primal urge to just completely let go and rail you to his heartâs content.
Lacking restraint with each and every thrust, when he really starts giving you what you want, all youâre mostly left with is the ability to scream yes, over, and over, again. âJust like t-that, y-yes! Yes! D-donât stopânngh!â
With your eyes rolled back and your head tilted back into the couch, you canât focus on his face, instead just on the feeling of him drilling into you with all of his power. Speaking through a broken pant while you tremble, âMâgonnaâmâgonnaââ You canât form the sentence, the feeling of the head of his cock penetrating you and slamming against your G-spot endlessly and quickly leaving you a weak, dizzy mess.
His eyes close, fighting so hard against his own release brimming at the surface from the feel of youâfrom your reactions to him fucking you as hard as heâs able. Each time he opens his eyes to admire you, heâs playing a dangerous game. When your legs start to violently shake against his shoulders and cries of pleasure pour out from your lungs, âNngh! Oh, fuckâbaby, mâgonnaââ He canât get his warning out, either.
Suddenly gaining the ability to speak at the utter need for him to fill you in his entirety, âYes, yesâmmmâgive i-it to m-meâI needâah!â Your cries of desperation are silenced by a dramatic, deep thrust forward, his vocalized and raspy grunt like music to your ears.Â
âMmmâfuck!â He plunges again, if possible, somehow harder. Every lasting thrust from him is timed with each hot, spurt of cum you can feel warm you from the insideâaccompanied unmistakably by a repeated and aggressive twitch from his cock fighting against the pressure of your walls squeezing down around him.
Since he had already knocked out all available air from you, you donât know how, but you speak without any air in your lungs, âV-Valâh-holy fuckâyes, y-yes, t-thatâs itâ!â
Using the armrest of the couch, gripping it still with both handsâhis knuckles completely whiteâfor the final dose of his cum, like a medicine you require, he thrusts again, the intense pressure eeking out a loud, pathetic moan from your throat.
Slowing down slightly and calming, but neither of you recoveredânot even closeâhe pulls out partially, glancing down between the two of you, âH-holy fuckâŚlook at that, hm?â Youâre beyond trembling. Before you can speak, he pushes back in, âDid you get what you wanted, puppy?â
Your voice is a satisfied plea, your head spinning, âY-yesâoh my godâyes!â
He repeats the process, watching his release slick around him and ooze out between you both with each teasing thrust forward, sure to tilt up with his hips each time heâs completely inside you to press his tip against your G-spot, leaving you whining and shaking. âSo damn prettyâŚlove it when youâre full of me...â
âKiss me, kiss me, kissââ He chuckles, finding perhaps too much joy in your avid desperation, spreading his arms and jostling your legs off his shoulders down to his elbows so he can get to you and silence that desperation with his mouth. When his lips land on yours, that means his cock is buried its full extent inside you again, incentivizing a whiny moan from your mouth to his.
After a momentâseveral momentsâof staying entangled, you stay exactly where you are, but he raises and sits normally on the couch, pulling your legs over his lap, petting and rubbing you lovingly while you recover, his warm, large palms flat against your skin. Still panting, âGod, baby... I donât think Iâm the only one who experiences aâŚheat, so-to-speak.â
Completely out of breath, you weakly get out your rebuttal, âShutâŚupâŚâ
He laughs, squeezing your shins in his hands, âAs you wish, princess.â
You swallow harshly, âGoâmmmâdrink some water. WeâreâŚdoing thatâŚagain.â
His eyes peel off your bodyâtruthfully, off your cunt dripping with his claimâand land on your eyes, âAgain!?â
With a light growl and a laugh, heâs pulling your legs apart by your ankles, wedging his body back between your legs, âMy insatiable, pup, huh? Need more of my cum, do you?â
As heâs pushing further forward, nuzzling his face into your neck, âY-yes, oh my godââ
Speaking between kisses on your neck, âMmmâfuckâI need five minutes.â His teeth sink into your neck, â...Make that two.â
You laugh quietly, your chest still heaving. His kisses on your neck slow, âButâŚI donât get to make you cum with my mouth first, hm?â
You whine, âA-afterâmmmâl-laterâneed you sâbadâŚâ
He bites you again before speaking, a low growl getting cut off by a groan, âMmânnghânow whoâs being the asshole?â
You tsk, tapping his back with your hand in defiance, âHey!â
He quickly pulls his face from your neck, bringing his face in front of yours. âKidding, baby. I take it back, Iâm sorry,â he kisses several spots on your face, âreally sorry, pup, that was mean.â He doesnât stop kissing you or apologizing until you smile and giggle. âBut asking me to keep my mouth off youâŚmight just be meaner.â He kisses you softly, so softly it has you whining for more, âYou know how much I love to make you cum that wayâŚâ
Panting, you raise your brows at him, âAre you saying you donât want to cum inside me again, hm?â
He folds easily, too easilyâin a way you absolutely love, âOkay, shit. Iâll be right back, gonna get us some water.â He hops off you with a speed that makes you laugh again. He points a finger at you, smiling, âYou stay right there, hm?â
You gesture down with both of your hands to your pure comfortability sunken into the couch, legs spread and one dangling off for dramatic effect, giggling, âDo I look capable of moving to you?â
âMmmânoâŚyou donât.â He teeters in place, contemplating jumping you right then after having just stood up, âFuck! Okay, be right back.â
***
On the floor beside the couch, splayed out, âOkay, okay. âŚNoâŚmoreâŚâ
You roll onto your side and press your lips into his tricep, âOne more?âÂ
âNo!â He groans to the thought, his abs flexing. âFuckâŚâ his voice cracks into a chuckle, âyouâre tryinâ to fuckinâ to kill me, pup.â
Your voice becomes a tempting coo, âYouâre just soââ
He interrupts, âDonât start, you.â He speaks through deep pants, âYou got meâŚfor allâŚIâm worthâŚâ
âDoesnât hurt to find out, does it?â You tip your fingers up his chest, leaning into him as you start to sit up.
âBack, you! Uh-uh. Youâllââ he starts laughing as you quickly plop down on top of his large frame, âkill m-me!â
âHmmâŚâ You press your face into his chest, âhmphâŚâ
Stroking your hair and back lovingly, you move with the rise and fall of his chest, âHow about this, princessâŚas soon as we wake up, Iâll fuck you even harder, as many times as you want.â You moan into his chest. âYou know how I am in the morning, hm?â
âMmhmâŚeven harder, huh?â You bite his chest weakly, a small whimper sounding, âCan we go to sleep right now, then?â
âOh, god.â You giggle, squeezing your limbs over his body in a wide hug to encompass the size of him. âYouâre not gonna let me rest the next few days, are you?â
You lift your head and look at him with a devious smile, âNope.â You pop the âp,â pecking his chest with your lips once, âNow, off to bed, handsome.â
âMy godâŚâ he smiles, brushing your hair back with both hands, âwhat have I gotten myself into?â
You smile back at him, âYou love me.â
He pinches your cheek, his eyes full of authentic warmth, âMhm, more than you know.â Wrapping his arms around you, heâs tugging you further up his torso, âCâmereâŚnaughty thing, you.â He feigns like heâs going to bite you before giving you a gentle, sweet kiss. After the kiss, âLetâs shower first, hm? Iâll clean you up.â
âMmmâŚthat sounds nice.â You kiss his cheek, âThank you, baby.â
âGood, canât just leave my girl a mess after all that. Come on, up you go.â You whine playfully, reluctantly peeling yourself off him. âMm-mm, donât stand up. I got you, baby.â Your heart warms and your stomach turns. You roll off him onto the carpet, sitting up slightly. After he stands up, he squats back down beside you, âCome on, arms around my neck, hm?â You smile, wrapping your arms around him as one of his arms scoops beneath both of your knees and the other supports your back. Regardless of how spent he may be, picking you up like this is absolutely nothing to himâno matter the situation.
Holding you in his arms, he smiles before pecking your lips, âI love you, pup.â
You stroke the side of his cheek with your hand, offering a light pinch, âI love you, handsome.â
As he heads for the bathroom with you in his arms, he chuckles, âDonât get any ideas, Miss Hunter.â You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his warmth once again.
"Do you like it?" Zayne holds up an elaborate piece of lingerie, a beautiful set in a shade of blue that you know will look amazing on you.
"It's beautiful! Was it expensive?" He holds it up to you, though you both know it'll fit perfectly. Zayne just knew all your measurements, you stopped questioning it a while ago.
"Don't worry about that. Do you want to try it on?" He offers, already stepping closer to help you undress. You're never embarrassed stripping in front of Zayne. You feel too comfortable around him to care, especially when he always looks at you with pure adoration in his eyes.
"Step into it?" He requests, so you rest a hand on his shoulder as you do, balancing yourself as he pulls up the bottom piece, before standing and helping you into the top.
He fusses with it for a moment, adjusting and making sure you're comfortable. When the nitpicky side of him is finally satisfied, he steps behind you and looks over your shoulder into the mirror.
"It's beautiful." You murmur, fingers brushing the soft lace. Zayne hums, cool hands finding your waist.
"You look beautiful." He whispers, already pulling you towards the bed. You fall onto it, Zayne close behind. He carefully pulls apart your legs, admiring you the whole time.
"You're insatiable, you know that?" You gasp as he fucks you, face buried in your shoulder. He hums in response, sucking a mark into the skin of your neck.
He's already close, just barely holding off when you cum hard, whimpering his name and stifling your moans by kissing him.
"Fuck!" He gasps as he pulls out, his cum making a mess between your thighs. You shiver at the sensation, while Zayne pulls back to admire you.
"Wow...I didn't think you could get more beautiful."
I feel like lore is really getting to us after all these years.
We always knew that "brothers fell", but how it really looked like? Did they just fell from heaven and hit the ground in Devildom?
Now we can see that their transformation was more complex, and they "went down", the staircase where you can go either up or down - The heaven or to hell. With corridor right between these two worlds.
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