Blue catching me putting stockings on and using this as an excuse to feel me up- He pulls me close to his body and starts kissing my neck before muttering about how much of a good boy I am for dressing up for him.. He asks me what Vio or Shadow would think if they saw me and as he says this he grabs my thigh and squeezes it, his finger playing with the fabric of the stockings.. and I'm just trying to keep my cool but then he covers my mouth and puts his freehand between my thighs-
AAAAAAAAAAIIEEAEAESESAAADSAA
He just yanks my shorts down and comments on how wet I am already despite the fact he hasn't done much- and ofc since he's a jerk he calls me pathetic for it.. and then the moment he feels my folds part he plunges his fingers in and grins when I start protesting- but that drives him to move his fingers faster and my legs buckle to the point I lean back against him and I'm just struggling to keep my volume down. I think what would make matters worse would be the fact that after we undress and Blue lets loose, Vio and Shadow both walk in on this.
And you bet your ass they're gonna join in on it like the horny assholes they are.. I don't think my legs'll work by the time they're through with me-
ooohhh my goood- he's so fucking hotttt oughb oigehshauah the thing s i wanna do to this man.. puhh my gooood
I wanna put him on a leash.. puhghh make him eat me outtt.... ouuugah need him.. so bad.. pugh.. riley why did u draw him so hot og my hsloodd.. pull on his leash while he fucks meee.. oiyauaahhh
ouhhh ouhhh my gooood i need him i need him i need bim u hieiekznajsjOUUUUUHTHHJ
Holy fucking shit I feel like I'm in heat or somethinf- I neeeeed to grind against their dicks I need to!! I need a finger shoved inside of me stretching me as they make me beg for their dick- UUUUUAUAUUUGAGH I look to my left- blue stroking himself- I look to my right- shadow grinding himself against my thigh- look in front of me- vio eatin me out and rubbing my clit while staring at me AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
It's come to my attention that sometimes while I'm working or lazing about I tend to stand in a bent over position. Over the bed or over a desk, it's my go to because it's more comfortable than sitting up.
The worst part is I sway my hips unknowingly when I lay like that--one of those fucks would take advantage of it, and I'd be damned if Shadow wasn't the most likely to do so.
It started off as something small.
I could feel him just watching at first like he always does, making his presence known but never coming out of the damned shadows. I could hear him cackle sometimes and it'd only annoy me slightly.
But then he'd actually start testing things.
Bent over with a notebook beneath me trying to write something down before I forget, I can still feel him watching. What I didn't know was that he finally retreated from the shadows and came up behind me. I freeze the moment I feel him pressed up against me and if I tried to look back he'd grab a fistful of my hair and would shove my head down against the sheets.
"Keep writing~" He purrs. How the hell am I supposed to do that in a position like this?
With a huff, I attempt to finish what I started, and then I feel him buck his hips and that makes me freeze again. He pushes my head forward, face grazing the papers as he made it very clear he wants me to keep writing. Midway into writing a sentence he's taking his place against my back and wrapping an arm around my waist. As much as I hate to admit it, he's warm and the weight he provided was comforting.
Trusting him was my first mistake.
I could feel him grinning against my neck the moment he buried his face into the crook of it. The arm wrapped around my waist slowly trails further down against my body. I'm trying to stop him--it only makes him laugh.
He knows the truth.
I know the truth, and yet, I try to deny it.
And then his hand is reaching places they should never go, every move being nothing but a tease--and to make matters worse, he starts humping me.
We just stay like that.
It's getting harder to ignore, harder to stay quiet--his hands are horrible yet perfect at the same time and the constant reminder that he's just as aroused makes everything so much better worse.
Minutes felt like hours.
"You're so pretty when you get like this." I wanted to tell him I didn't want his shitty compliments, but I'd be lying if I said they didn't get the reaction he was aiming for out of me, especially when his warm breath against the shell of my ear made me shudder.
He finally lets up, but I can tell he's not done. Far from it, because he flipped me onto my back and eyed my tights, now staring at my face as if asking for the permission he'd been given the minute he started touching me. There's an unspoken acceptance,
--and then he pounced.
He pounced and his hands are digging into the sheets on either sides of my head. He pounced and my hands found their place on his back, clawing at and tearing his tunic the minute lower clothing is shed. He pounced and I could barely hold back any noises he worked out of me with his mouth and the pride between his legs. He pounced, he pounced, he pounded, he pounded, he pou--
Wait.
There's marks I can't hide, scratches that no excuse could cover up and a resulting limp I could never explain to Blue or Vio--not like they wouldn't know the cause as if it wasn't obvious enough.
