It seems like only Max's heavy breathing can be heard in the entity's trial realm. Your unconscious body is laying on the ground, clothes tainted with dirt and blood. He swears he's sorry, and that it'll be over soon.
Max had knocked you out, deliberately cornering you at the edge of the realm and chasing out the remaining survivors attempting to rescue you.
He's been pent up, and it's your fault. You didn't make faces of disgust at him like the other survivors do, you even talked sweetly when you coaxed him out of hiding when he's watching you. Touched his arm like you didn't want him to leave.
You're so nice. He knows that even if you were to be awake right now, you'd forgive him, right? You're such an angel.
His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of your voice, your touch. You'd definitely place your hand on his arm, squeezing it while saying in your soft voice "It's okay, Max."
His breathing gets shorter and shallower, almost like a dog panting. He crouches down, carefully moving you to have you lay on your back. Gently moving your hair out of your face, he lets out a whimper at the sight of you. So peaceful in your sleep. So pretty.
He let's out a broken gasp as he moves to unzip his pants, the friction making him jolt because of his sensitivity. He mumbles incoherent words, jumbled apologies and praises as he pulls down your garments. "Ah'm so sorry angel.. you're so pretty.. and nice.. couldn't resist.. 'know you'd forgive me.. won't you?"
Nudging the tip of his cock against you, he whines at your warmth, needing more. His fingers digging into the dirt beside you while the other trembles in reverence while caressing your hips.
He's hovering over your unconscious body, rutting into you like a fucking animal. He needs to fill you up, he just has to. You're so perfect. So nice. And very much his.
He apologises for having to take you like this, what is he even supposed to do? He can't just ask you after carefully building this connection with you.
His breath ghosts over your neck as he leans over to fuck into you at a better angle, moaning and whimpering as he gripped your hips. What would you have said if he told you he wanted to be inside you like this?
You let out a sound, a rough hum that indicates you waking up. "Shh.. mmh- 'm close.. just a little-.. angel, please.." He shushes you, suppressing his moans to not disturb your sleep. Not yet, he's so close, please let him cum before you wake up.
Your squirm as the consciousness to the feeling of his cock inside you slowly forms. The sound of his whines and wet plaps fading in as you stir awake.
You let out a rough, low moan at the feeling of his cock hitting your insides. The first thing you see is the night sky, his hair at the corner of your eye. His face was buried in your neck as he huffed, shamelessly continuing to fuck you even as you wake up.
Is it fucked up that you immediately knew that it was him? Or maybe that you had hoped this would happen? Does it really matter? He feels so fucking good.
"Max.." you moan, your thighs moving to align his hips properly against yours. You moved your hands, reaching up to squeeze his arms and trailing up to wrap around his neck.
Your moans get louder as his thrusts get faster, moving deep into you as he gets closer. "Angel.. ah'm gonna.. hah.."
"It's okay, Max. Cum for me, will you?"
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