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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme!

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Just because she hasn't done one of these in a while. Romantic/playful/fluffy stuff preferred.]

1, 2 , 3

All gifs open to both m/m and m/f.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

vanilla
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

kink

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (warning for injuries)

(ooc: Giving or receiving. Cross-medium and canon are always welcome and I'll use a live action PB on request.)

[ Tempted to mix a few up, if you're down for it.]

[Oh, definitely! I'm game for anything.]

[ooc: Kinks are in the journal, open to a variety of scenarios other than just the usual abduction or gift from a commander/queen. Creature in the woods? Boss/Employee? Professor/Student (college only)? Master/Slave? Whatever you're looking for for the most part. Dominant, will only bottom for cast mates and tough females. No particular order for the pics. PM with any questions!]

M/F
One Two Three Four Five

M/M
One Two Three Four Five

[i have a curiosity about him as a bottom, but always willing to top. derek/peter is okay.

ooc i'm only caught up watching thru s2 (damn you netflix) but spoilers are ok.]

1 2 3 4

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

[Okay with thunder boy here topping or bottoming, whichever you prefer. If unsure of anything just drop me a line here or PM.]

[ Down for Pietro?]

((Yeah, definitely!))

[interested in some cross-canon shenanigans with this guy? toooootally interested in 2, 6, 6, and 9, but all of them are great.]

((Always interested in cross-canon, and nice choices!))

This was, in a single word: insane.

There Tim was, trapped in a world he didn't even understand with barely an ally on his side, and he goes and gets attached to someone. And not just anyone but a guy as big as Superman (seriously, he'd love to see them lined up next to each other for comparison), who wields a hammer thing that apparently also has some lighting power or something? Oh, and the guy is a GOD, too, don't forget that.

How Tim could forget, when said God was thrusting a tongue into his mouth was impossible. He'd only been in this world for a short time, but jeez, if this was a caveat of world-traveling, then count him in.

Groaning into Thor's mouth, Tim tries to hold on when he's slammed into the wall. It's a good feeling, like his bones are being maneuvered under his skin, and Tim just... no one from the other world understands he can handle this level of violence in sex. This guy, this Thor, this God, understands. And so far, he hasn't disappointed.

All Thor needed was but a simple answer saying whether or not the hero from another world could handle it, once he had that there was little room for words. Thor was a dominating force and presence. Having him in your space was like having none at all. And how could that possibly be a bad thing when his entire muscled body was encompassing his lovers?

Most might say not bad at all.

Tim’s endured long enough and that slam into the wall prompting no complaint of pain only spurred the thunder god on even more. Tim was small, not overly so (he bore lean muscle) but a lot smaller than Thor and he loved that. Made it easy to control and maneuver the boy how he wanted and his weight was like nothing in the god’s hands.

He squeezed at his ass, growled as they kissed, or rather as Thor completely owned Tim’s mouth; exploring and learning, sucking against his tongue and withdrawing to lick along the line of his neck. “You surprise me, little one. I would not have expected you to be so durable.” It’s not meant as an insult, Thor is just incredibly blunt and grins before sucking hard on Red Robin’s lower lip.

How little one is meant to be anything but an insult is beyond Tim, but he's been around Thor long enough now to understand the words for what they are: mere observations. Tim is smaller than Thor (like pretty much everyone is), so he's 'little' in comparison. And while he might be offended if anyone else called him that, right now, in the heat of things and with Thor's mouth on his neck, he thinks he could get used to the gentle taunt.

"This?" Tim gasps, clawing his hands through Thor's hair, taking full advantage of its length. His thighs are tight around Thor's waist, holding up his full weight with them alone. "This is nothing." Okay, so he'll worry about bruises later; right now, he just wants to see how much Thor's capable of giving and how susceptible his body will be to the violence. "I like it a little rough."

In his own world, it would be impossible to say something like that out loud. But here, with Thor as his only ally, becoming a lover, it excited Tim.

"A lot rough," he goes on. "I like that your hands could crush me."

(( could I interest you in loki? I'm particularly into 2, 4, 9, and 10 if you're up for it ))

((I'm also down for playing with Loki :3))

Edited 2015-01-13 14:56 (UTC)

(( let me know if any of this doesn't quite work! ))

Burying his head against the curve of Thor's neck, Loki laughs breathlessly. Clearly, that doesn't quite please Thor, and his large fingers flex where they're buried deep inside Loki.

"Oh," Loki gasps, his laughter melting away into a shaky moan as he drags his fingers down Thor's back, doubtlessly leaving marks. "Brother."

This is dangerous beyond belief: they're not even in the more private areas of their chambers. This is in a corner of the vault, the cold steel of the Destroyer's cage pressed up against Thor's back. They'd forbidden the guards from investigating, but if anyone chooses to step inside, look around...

Well. They'd get quite a show.

The thought makes Loki tremble, his cock hard and hot where he rocks against Thor's stomach. "Thor," he groans, and twists his head, biting at Thor's lips until they can slide their mouths together in a wet, messy kiss.

Edited 2015-01-13 15:32 (UTC)

((no worries, it's perfect! and sorry this is so late!))

They’d find Loki’s pale and lean form writhing against Thor’s larger and tanned one, fingers pushed deep within him.

Now, what was so bad about that? It’s not often anyone comes here, none but the Allfather (and even that wasn’t frequent), but Thor couldn’t help his excitement over being caught – Odin’s sons frotting and fucking in the Destroyer’s cage. Scandalous.

They would see how possessively the thunderer holds his brother, there’s no question about it. And his hold only tightens upon feeling that tremble, so delicious on top of having that cock slide hotly along his abdomen, trails of slick left behind. All his.

“Eager, brother?” he asks roughly when he pulls from the kiss, licks at his bitten lip. “How badly do you desire to be filled by me?” Thor returns the bite to Loki’s lip a little too hard before he tastes copper and metallic on his tongue.

Suddenly it’s Loki pressed to chilly steel of the cage, Thor’s large fingers still fucking him deeply, intimately.

Edited 2015-01-23 04:05 (UTC)

(( I'm so sorry this is so late! I've been traveling and only just got internet again ))

"Hush," Loki whispers conspiratorially, grinning as he licks the blood from his lip. "You're just eager for your ego to be stroked.

Or perhaps," and his breath stutters here as Loki arches away from the sudden shock of cold steel, pushing himself further down onto Thor's fingers, "A-ah. Perhaps it isn't your ego that needs stroking, brother."

He laughs again, winding his arms around Thor's neck, holding him close and tight. "Come, Thor. Take what you want."

"No, brother," Thor sucks against his bitten lip again, abusing it further, "only my ego and my cock. You do both so well, after all," he whispers soft and warmly to his brother's neck, those fingers plunging as deep as they can go with Loki arching toward him.

Loki doesn't have to tell him twice, won't have to. But first, Thor lifts his beautiful brother higher, his waist secure in his arm, licking and kissing along his hips, navel, and pelvis while stroking his prostate with thick, calloused fingers.

"How do you wish I take you, Loki? Tender...or rough?"

Loki writhes in Thor's arms, and he won't deny that the ease with which Thor holds him sends a rush through his trembling body. "Does it seem like I care?" he snaps breathlessly, "Thor, stop teasing or I'll make you sorry!"

He will, too, once he can make his brain cooperate. Loki groans and sinks his teeth into Thor's shoulder with the next stroke across his prostate, leaving a mark that'll bruise and last for days.

"Is that a promise, baby brother?" All that writhing and the sounds he makes as Thor teases are just more incentive, tonguing delving back into his belly button, slow and wet. But then he's groaning himself, the bite painful and catching him off guard, but it only seems to spur him on.

Thor's own teeth scrape across Loki's belly, his scruffy beard chafing the delicate skin too. If the two were going to leave their mark on another, so be it. With one last stroke to Loki's prostate, Thor sets him back on the ground and lowers to kneel in front of him, face pressed in between his legs and biting at his inner thighs with hard sucks to set the mark even faster.

"Now every time you walk, these bites with brush together and you will be reminded of me."

"You could, instead," Loki grumbles half-heartedly between gasps, "Simply rut into me hard enough that I'd feel it." It's an unsubtle hint, his fingers digging hard into Thor's flesh as he tries to stay standing on increasingly weak knees.

"Imagine: everyone seeing how I limp when we leave the vault, and I tell them you'd bested me in the sparring rings. Only you'd know the truth, brother, that your seed is still upon my skin, leaking down my thighs beneath my breeches."

"Silly brother," Thor shakes head, mostly disregarding anything Loki has said and continues his efforts to leave bruises upon those pale and beautiful thighs-- they were Thor's now. He stands just when Loki can barely stand on his own any more, trapped between cold metal and the hot flesh of the god of thunder.

"I would have all those things: You will limp because I fucked you hard, your thighs will stream with my seed, and you will be reminded of my mouth upon your flesh each time you walk as well as my cock in your ass." The golden haired god teases a kiss to Loki's lips, drawing away with a wicked smirk to lift and lower his brother right onto his waiting cock, its own slick helping ease the way some. Thor growls lowly against his neck - so tight, so warm. It's perfect.

Loki hisses, his eyes falling shut as he rolls his hips down into Thor, feeling Thor split him open, fill him up.

"Brother," he groans, his nails breaking skin as he claws down Thor's back. "Thor."

His words make Loki burn inside, "Yes," he breathes against Thor's ear. "Yes, do it, Thor. Claim me. Do it for everyone to see."

All he can do is kiss and bite at his magically-able brother's neck to keep from groaning too loudly at the nails that bite into the flesh of his back. The descent on his length had been a slow one until that and Thor practically forced Loki the rest of the way so that he was seated firmly on it.

"Everyone," he repeats, mouth wet and hot on Loki's ear as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in hard and deep. Another follows and another set before Thor takes Loki against the Destroyer cage wild and fast. "They will all know you belong to me...brother."

"Thor," Loki groans again, and he writhes in place, trying in vain to find some sort of leverage to fuck down onto Thor. "You'd like that, hm?"

He's breathless, each word punched out of him in time with each of Thor's hard thrusts. "So that anyone who dares touch me will see your marks, and that none other would fulfill me as your cock does." And perhaps he's deliberately trying to make Thor jealous, wants to see what will happen if he does. "Imagine if I said your name while being bedded by another, they'd all know."

His back will be rubbed raw from the rough steel, Loki knows, and each shift will cause the fabric of his clothing to scrape across it. Thor will enjoy that, seeing Loki unable to sit still later and knowing why.

1, 2, 3, 4

m/m:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

m/f:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

group:

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[Wall of text returns! Whoots! Continues from here~ Just a recap for guideline sake: gonna go a shower-to-bed route with Pictures 1, 7, (maybe 8+2?), and 5; then hitting the bed with Pictures 6, 10, and 3+4 (or 8+2).]

Right, he knew he wouldn't pay any attention to his words. At least, not until he shoved him against the wall and growled them into his ears, or some other like kind of action. Most of the time, they were empty, but there were some times... Luckily, nothing ever serious enough to put an end to this enjoyment. Even if that enjoyment right now was making it a little difficult on the walking and standing department. He took his time among the shower, every so often nudging Saix aside if he felt he was taking up too much of the spray volume (and sometimes just for the shit of it). It felt good, streaming down his body, hot and fast, taking away the wear and slick of the mess all over him. However, after a few minutes, Vanitas finally had to give credit its due and sank down on the shower floor, more or less sitting at Saix' feet with his back aimed against the man's shins.

One leg rested with his foot flat on the ground, knee arched in front of his chest, the other leg resting on its side with his foot tucked behind his propped ankle, an thoughtful 4 position of sorts. Ugh, that felt even better. Especially now that his ass was spread and he felt some of the previous session start to more comfortably leak out. Occasionally, he'd reach down there just to brush or flick some of the mess away, not really caring whether that was crass or rude. Saix's fault in the first place so his shower could deal with it. That taunting response had floated around his head long enough. “So what if I do?” he droned, half irked, half teasing. Really, getting completely handled by Saix made him feel alive, something he valued more than a lot of things in this world. The thrill of knowing he was alive and feeling. It was such a rush.

“You're no different, bastard.” And now his lips were curving in a telling smirk. Because banter was up and he was ready for another round. He could hear it in his tone. “Enjoyed licking yourself right off the table last time.” He snickered at the memory. Oh Saix had not been happy after he came down from his high, that was for sure. Vanitas leaned back—no, lounged—against Saix's shins, purposefully looking up at him and letting the water drooling off his partner pour down onto him. Suds and all. His tongue slicked over his lips in a lewd display as he gazed along the man's body, the hang of his balls and cock (which he was close enough to that a simple lift and motion would leave him capable of using his teeth), the strong legs, and that damn attractive torso. “Think I'm gonna record it next time, just so you can hear how loud you whimper when you're taking it.”

Yep, definitely pushing it now. Might as well do another thing. Vanitas lifted his hand over his head, arm stretched along Saix's torso, and snapped his fingers in a cocky manner at him. “Soap.” he opened his fingers, obviously waiting and expecting for the bar to be passed to him.

Edited 2015-01-12 20:35 (UTC)

Seeing Vanitas sink down on the floor just intensified Saix's cockiness about the whole thing and he chuckled. "I am pleased to see you back in your proper position," he taunted, though some of the confidence drained away from him with what Vanitas said next. Being reminded that he'd done something so degrading had Saix flustered. Honestly, there were times when Saix just needed to be completely and utterly fucked, even if that included being made to do humiliating things. In fact, that was a big part of it. And Vanitas always gave as good as he got.

"Shut up," he half-growled, though there was a definite hint of burgeoning arousal in his voice. He too was definitely up for a second round. As much as he hated to admit it, being reminded of the humiliating things he'd done while completely high off of lust could serve as a very powerful turn-on if he was in the right kind of mood, which he definitely was now.

Saix chuckled when Vanitas asked for the soap as he continued to lather himself up, paying extra attention to his private parts just to give the younger man a little show. "I don't know. I have heard that dropping the soap in the shower is something one should avoid," he teased, dangling the soap above Vanitas' head.

Edited 2015-01-12 22:18 (UTC)

[ooc: UGH! Life couldn't be any crueler! Computer issues and then job/school distractions. Sorry this is late. *head desk* I'm getting stuff under control so hopefully this will be the last of the huge breaks.]

Fuck, he knew something like that was coming and his eyes narrowed despite the smirk on his lips when he heard it. Hence the retort that he was more than pleased to see had Saix flustered and pink-faced. Served the bastard right. Vanitas purposefully ground his back against the man's shins, almost like a cat wanting attention. A dangerous cat that was also wondering if he wanted to lean up and bite something very sensitive just a little bit above him. “Then you'd better enjoy it while you've got it. Cause I'm not gonna stay in it long, idiot.” Heh, a proper position. Sassy words, one of the reasons he liked him. And liked shoving him down when he was in the mood. He knew Saix enjoyed it as much as his pride said he didn't.

“Why? Getting turned on cause you remember just how hard you got while doing it.” His eyes focused on the extra attention paid to the man's sex right above him, knowing damn well he was going it on purpose. The tip of his tongue poked from his mouth and slowly wandered across his lips again, almost like he was thinking of taking a taste... though soap was not something he wanted sliding down his throat. “I could've just shoved my dick back in and you'd've blown a second load all over the carpet.” Right, shut up wasn't a command he followed without extra incentive.

His hand remained hovering in the spray of the water, though when Saix gave him that verbal taunt and refused to drop it, he flicked him off. “I also heard it's not nice to tease someone with their mouth so close to your cock,” he murmured, tilting his head back a bit more, and then pushed up with his legs, raising himself those few more inches until he could get his mouth against the underside of Saix's balls, the explosion of black spikes tickling the inside of the man's thighs. His hand opened again, expecting the soap even as his lips parted and teeth scraped against sensitive skin. A mixture of tease and threat.

Edited 2015-01-22 22:57 (UTC)

[ I figured it was something like that, so no worries c: IRL always comes before rp! ]

"Oh, I will," Saix said, not missing how Vanitas ground against him, nor how close his mouth was to the most sensitive parts of Saix's anatomy. "Not my fault you put yourself in that position," he added, chuckling softly. He'd always enjoyed their bantering too, especially since it often lead to great sex.

He was definitely getting very turned on by Vanitas' words as it made him very clearly remembering what it had all felt like. His long hair wrapped around Vanitas's hand as it was tugged on, the table digging into his hips and the other man's cock pounding hard into him as he moaned like a wanton whore. And then being told to lick his own release off of the table? And actually doing it? Yeah, he'd definitely been fucked stupid that time. It was pointless to pretend it wasn't getting him aroused though, especially considering his nude state and so instead, he decided to challenge Vanitas. "Oh, you think? I doubt that." The smug smirk was back on his lips, even as he was basically challenging Vanitas to fuck him into incoherence. He was sure that Vanitas would find it very difficult to resist such a challenge, since it was something that they very much had in common with each other.

Saix shuddered a little when he felt Vanitas' lips against his testicles. He rewarded the younger man's actions by dropping the soap into his open palm. He then moved his hand into his hair, slowly running his fingers through the wet strands. "I thought you were not going to stay like that for long," he remarked in a breathy, teasing tone of voice.

Edited 2015-01-23 14:50 (UTC)

[Yes it does, unfortunately; we just don't like it in that order. Blech. Btw, did you want Vanitas to top next time or Saix to drive him again?]

“Maybe I wanted to,” Vanitas tossed back at him. Ever to ignore the fact his legs had been a little weak from the fucking a while ago, though they were just fine now. He was simply comfortable here and had no intention of leaving the spot. “It gives me some options to play with.” Specifically three of them, so close to his mouth now.

Yeah, that had been a fun night. Fun being an understatement. It had burned into his memory as something he enjoyed, wanted to do again. The sensation of his hair around his hand, the way he bucked back against him with every hard thrust, the groan of the table as Saix braced against it, and the sound, yeah that fucking sound, of his voice. It was even better when he whimpered or growled at him. The look on his face when he'd given him that command, and he did it. Vanitas slicked his tongue against the base of Saix' sac again, not minding the water or the occasional trickle of suds. Golden eyes narrowed in pleasure when he saw the man's arousal lifting above his eyes. Perfect. He wanted him fired up again.

Oh, a challenge? Hn, challenges were good.

Drawing back, he slowly crested his tongue around the curve of his testicles again, then turned around to rest on his knees in front of him. An odd position for someone who was threatening to rise to that challenge, but hey, whoever said the one taking it wasn't the one in control? His tongue followed smooth skin until he was lazily lapping at the base of his Saix' shaft, gazing up at him, golden eyes glowing on either side of the man's thicker need. “You wanna find out?'” he husked, voice darkening a little in sensation and just a bit raw with rising lust. Saix was tempting him, and that was always a risky gamble between them. Especially if the man wanted to keep his control.

Soap. He caught it in his hand without even looking. “Looks like I'm not,” he purred, lifting up on his knees fully as he dragged his tongue along Saix's length. His hand tightened around the soap and brought it to his chest, leisurely starting to wash himself off. Just as his lips crested the other's head and he sucked, barely, right on the tip. “Think you can stand... or do you wanna get against the wall, bitch?”

[ Vanitas topping, definitely! It's so rare I get to write Saix bottoming, haha. ]

It had definitely been a night that had stuck in Saix's head a long time after. Bottoming wasn't a foreign concept to him, but it was not quite the same thing as submitting, like he had that night. Vanitas probably could've told him to do anything and he would've done it and while a part of him hated being so out of control of himself; his enjoyment of it always won out in the end. There was just something that could be so satisfying about being treated like that. It also showed that he'd come to trust Vanitas to a certain extent, or he never would've been able to let enough to get to that kind of state.

"If you think you're up for it," Saix responded, smirking a bit as he deliberately taunted the younger man. It was a way to keep some control, until Vanitas would undoubtedly try to wrest it away from him. He felt a pleasant tingle of anticipation go through him at the thought of it. Oh yes, he definitely wanted to find out. Vanitas' lips and tongue against his sensitive skin was only heightening his lust. It was teasing and slow, but right now he didn't mind that so much. He tended to prefer things to start off slow with the second round, anyway. It made it easier to recover more quickly from the first time.

Saix gave a little displeased growl in response to the next comment though, and let his fingers grip harshly at Vanitas' hair. "You should not call me names when you are the one on your knees," he said, though he wasn't actually angry about it or anything; he just wanted to show that he was not going to give up his control without a bit of a fight. He was certain that Vanitas would catch up on that as it was not a rare occurence where it concerned Saix. Vanitas had never complained about it either.

[Hahaha, works for me! I like to give as good as I get. >3]

Yeah, he knew the difference between having Saix bottom and making Saix submit; both of them had their good parts. Bottoming still left that mouth and attitude going, but there was something amazing to be said about fucking the man stupid. He was already tempting with the ideas in his mind as he continued playing with the man's cock, nuzzling his lips against his head and sucking barely at the tip. Vanitas knew Saix liked it, control ripped from him and left to just take it and love it. The look on his face... fuck, Vanitas was going to have a camera the next time he got in that mood. The trust in that wasn't lost on him either... He warned him about trusting him too much.

“I never “think” I'm up for it,” the dark-haired youth retorted, his words a hot murmur over the other's cock. Deliberately taunting him, hm? Oh that wasn't going to get Saix anywhere good. But his mouth opened anyways, leaning forward to take him further into his mouth. And then paused, a sharp grunt of pain escaping when the hand in his hair suddenly fisted. “Oh? Someone's getting pissy, huh?” he smirked. Saix had a thing for holding him by his hair. Kind of cute, really hot. “You think me on my knees gives you power?” A raven brow arched, golden eyes flashing for a split second.

And then he rushed him, one leg bracing on the ground, the other knee pushing on tile, ignoring the bite of pain from the sudden scramble. Driving Saix backwards hips first. It wasn't a short trip, and Saix was in no real danger of falling. Especially when the shower wall abruptly rammed against his ass and the followed with a slam to his shoulders. Vanitas' had both hands on either side of the man's hips. He settled on his knees again as if nothing had happened. And took his cock into his mouth all the way in one go. Time to make him see stars.

Their sex was almost always on the rougher side, but it was definitely something special when Vanitas was able to make Saix submit. It was only under those circumstances that he'd not only allow, but fully enjoy things like verbal abuse, being smacked around a little and just generally degrading treatment. It was kind of embarrassing, but he never cared about that when he was in that state of mind.

Saix didn't even bother responding to that as Vanitas' hot breath over his cock sent a shiver of intense pleasure surging through him. Instead he just smirked and wound his fingers deeper into Vanitas' hair. With a surprised grunt, Saix then found himself slammed hard against the wall, only just barely managing to avoid hitting his head against the hard tiles, but the impact made a sharp sting of pain go through his shoulder which had taken the brunt of it. He was about to say something when Vanitas' mouth suddenly swallowed down his cock and put an end to all coherent thought. Saix immediately grew weak in the knees and buried his hand into Vanitas' dark locks. "Oh fuck," he groaned, completely unable to even pretend that the younger man's mouth didn't feel fucking fantastic. He thrust his hips forwards a bit, unable to resist as his eyes fell shut.

He liked it special, liked seeing those golden eyes grind shut, the way his lips peeled back as his teeth grit and his face cringed in pleasure and frustration as he tried to hold out. And kept getting ripped away. Vanitas saved it, however, knowing that it was only those rare times. It'd lose its power, its allure, if it happened so often. Saix would lose the embarrassment, come to accept it, and that wasn't fun. He wanted him to hate it, wanted him to hate it because he loved it. Wanted him clawing, gasping, panting as he bent him over the table or counter, shoved him up against the wall, forced him to take it even when his mind was screaming at him not to. That was the pleasure in it, dominating him.

That's right. Vanitas lifted his eyes as he continued pulling the man further into his mouth. But unlike before, his actions weren't submissive. He sucked on him, like he owned him, actively working on Saix's more sensitive areas to keep those weakening knees. Swallowing around his head, he pushed forward again, lips tightening as he felt the man's tip nudge against the back of his mouth, to the softer flesh of his throat. And then down, sliding inside as his tilted his head just enough to coax him all the way inside. Let his partner have the final thrust. Vanitas swallowed once again and his hands skimmed down the side of Saix's legs, tracing muscle and lines before he curved both along the inside of his thighs. And then roughly gripped his legs and pulled, “suggesting” he spread his legs before Vanitas did it for him. After the slam against the wall, he expected Saix to figure out just where he was going to be for this round.

It was very unlikely that Vanitas would ever have to worry about Saix growing too used to being submissive. He was too prideful and too stubborn for that. Not to mention that the submissive streak took some effort to bring out. Besides, he enjoyed being in a dominating position too much to give that up entirely. Not that Vanitas was someone you really dominated per se, but Saix was pleased enough if he could fuck the younger man into incoherence every now and then. He wasn't sure he'd want to completely dominate Vanitas either, even if it were possible, because he didn't want to completely lose the younger man's attitude and dirty mouth.

Saix shuddered violently as Vanitas worked on him, feeling his entire body reacting to the younger man's oral skills. His hands grasped desperately at Vanitas' hair now, moaning shakily as he could feel himself in the back of Vanitas' throat. His legs were shaking so much now that he knew he wouldn't be able to stand upright for much longer, and when he felt Vanitas grabbing his legs and pulling them apart he finally gave in. With another body-wide shudder he slid down on the floor, legs spread wide as he kept his hands in Vanitas' hair. He didn't want him to stop sucking his cock anytime soon.

Part of him would always enjoy that pride and stubbornness. As much as he enjoyed topping the other man, it was a bit more exhilarating when things fluctuated between them. The undulation of getting himself pounded into the couch and driving his partner into the bed was something he'd never give up. No, he'd never be one that was completely dominated; Vanitas would bolt before he allowed someone to dare approach that threshold of control over him. But Saix handled his reins in just the right damn proper way and he'd yet to have any true complaint about their relationship. His attitude and dirty mouth were here to stay. When, of course, it wasn't completely muffled by the size of the man's cock thrust between his lips.

It was different, sucking on him as a submissive and sucking on him as a dominant. Saix was in control last time, gripping his hair and moving his head with his hips, the one doing the thrusting. But this time, it was Saix who had his back driven to the wall, his hands gripping his hair more to hang on to his sanity and pleasure. Stripping his control off him completely as his tongue continued to work up and down the man's shaft. Vanitas glanced up just in time to see the first sag and then leaned back a little as his partner began to sink down the wall. Hands in his hair though... Not that Saix got the chance to push or pull him; Vanitas moved with him, bending at the waist as his legs moved, lowering himself with the older man's body until he was practically bowing in front of him, mouth still latched onto his throbbing arousal. Refusing to give up any control as he bobbed and sucked on him, fingers sliding over his thighs until one lightly gripped at his balls, the other deftly diving between Saix's rear muscles. His middle finger slowly ran rings around the tight entrance there.

Yeah, Saix didn't bottom that often between them, but because of that, shit, he had the fucking best grip whenever he did.

If it hadn't been for the hang-ups his last relationship had left him with, Saix would likely be much less inclined to let anyone dominate him. Hell, he probably would not even have thought to have an almost purely sexual relationship with someone in the first place. He didn't really like to think much about that, though and he was grateful that Vanitas had never seemed too interested in knowing about Saix's past relationship. Or his past in general, really. Living in the now seemed to hold greater appeal for the younger man, as it did for Saix too, to be quite honest.

"F-Fuck," he breathed out as Vanitas didn't stop or slow down his fellating, much to Saix's enjoyment and approval. It was amazing how good it felt. One hand gripped at Vanitas' hair while the other was pressed to the wet tiles underneath them. His nails scraped uselessly over the floor as he tried to grip onto something else as well, but to no avail due to how slippery it was. Every muscle in this body seemed to strain as he tried to keep some semblance of control over his own reactions. It was almost as futile as trying to get a good grip on the wet floor had been and he found himself simply closing his eyes, laying his head back against the wall and allowing a loud, wanton moan to slip out. Another rarity where it concerned Saix and another sign that he'd been put into a submissive kind of mood. Normally he'd never permit himself to be so shamelessly loud and obvious with his pleasure.

The sudden grip on his testicles caused a body-wide shudder and when he felt Vanitas' finger between his buttocks he momentarily tensed up, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. The first few times he'd bottomed with Vanitas it'd been because he'd been initially uncomfortable, but nowadays it was mostly just a reflex that neither of them paid much mind. Saix then spread his legs a little wider to give Vanitas better access to what he was undoubtly after, his thigh muscles tensing and flexing as he did.

Even without that past relationship, Vanitas would've encouraged Saix into letting him dominate him. Or would have left him long ago out of boredom. There was a fascination that came with the ability to swap roles without having to worry about denial or resistance (the non-fun resistance, that was). It wasn't his business to pry into Saix' life, just as he had no interest in telling Saix about his own. A pragmatist, the now was his reason for staying around. The past was there, shaped them, but why bother slaving away to it when he could find so much more amusement and life within the present?

Like that curse right up there. He pulled back, scraping his teeth over the hard mast in his mouth, pinging sensitive nerves almost to the point of pain. And then pushed down again, swallowing him to the base as his lips and tongue played with what his teeth had just finished marking. Having Saix down like this was a damn nice change of pace. Wait for it... just a few moments more... and that moan came. Vaintas' eyes opened halfway, the same predatory gaze from before glowing within them. That's what he wanted, when he knew Saix had given up. Fingers slipped away from the man's body, reaching towards the small compartment resting within the corner of the shower. A water-resistant storage location for various things, such as body wash, scents for bathing, and...

Vanitas drew off him with an obscene 'pop' from his mouth, making it louder than it should be, but enjoying it because of that. “Nice moan,” he purred, leaning up from the man's arousal and drawing closer to his face. He shifted on his knees as he brought their mouths closer, his black spikes, heavy with water, dripping against Saix's forehead. “I like it when you sound like that, like wanton whore begging for more.” A pink tongue traced the man's upper lip as his other hand continued to wander around between the spread muscles, tracing his middle finger about the tight ring. “It makes me wanna fuck you.” And bit him, right on the lower lip, hard enough to sent a spark of pain before separated, dragging his lip between his teeth. “Until you're screaming.” A purring chuckle bled along the man's skin and Vanitas pulled his hand back between them.

“Too bad for you.” The younger man slowly stroked his fingers along the newest addition to their shower, a long white toy that had seen far more use between them over the past two weeks than it really should have. “I don't feel like using my fingers.”

Likewise, Saix had little interest in Vanitas' past. He'd never asked more than the basic things one might ask when just getting to know someone. Name, age, occupation, those sort of things. Vanitas' family, friends, previous relationships and sexual history? Irrelevant. Unless Vanitas freely volunteered such information, Saix didn't care to know.

That little sting of pain when Vanitas scraped his teeth over such sensitive flesh just made it feel all the more intense. Normally, he was not a big fan of pain, but in these situations? It was a nice addition to their sexual games. Being slapped, spanked, having his hair pulled, being bitten and scratched were all things he very much enjoyed when he was in the right mood for it. Hell, he didn't need to be in a submissive mood to enjoy the latter two things, considering that Vanitas was quite rough no matter if he topped or bottomed. He was just more so when he was the one in charge and Saix definitely welcomed it then, needed it even.

He felt a little disappointed when Vanitas' mouth left his cock, but that feeling soon passed when the younger man leaned over him and spoke in that damned sultry voice. He was so damn good with his mouth, whether he was sucking Saix's cock, demanding to be fucked or whispering filthy, degrading words into Saix's ear--it always seemed to drive Saix out of his mind with arousal. All Saix could really do was to moan again, trying to press his lower body up against Vanitas' like a bitch in heat.

When Vanitas began to reach for the shower compartment, Saix had a good idea of what he was after. After all, it was where they kept their most recently used toy. Saix had never been much for masturbation, with toys or otherwise, and so it had of course been Vanitas who had been the one to introduce toys into their sexlife. Saix had, as with most sexual things, been somewhat hesistant at first, but well... needless to say, Vanitas had been quite able to "convince" him. That toy in particular had brought them both much pleasure and Saix quivered a bit when Vanitas took it out and showed him.

"Yes, fuck me..." he breathed out, eyes lidded and slightly glazed over as he looked back at Vanitas, "Please." Adding a plea, because he knew Vanitas liked that and would be more like to heed his request if he begged for it.

Sometimes he gave out information; whether or not it was true was left to Saix to decide. Things like past partners and how they did things worse (or better) than Saix. His occupation tended to change as weeks moved on, so that was something too. But he had money, obviously, and interest in Saix. Not just for the sex, he liked his person too, but still, sex tended to be their main draw, something he had no problem with.

Like right now. He knew that bite of pain was enough to push Saix up to the next peak, letting him know what was going on. Pain wasn't a big part of their play; Vanitas liked feeling alive, but not at the expense of his fingers being broken or whatever. Though hair pulling, biting, scratching, stretching, dry fucking, hell yes. Those things he liked. A lot. Even if he wasn't bottoming, he liked those things, especially when that biting and scratching came from a whorishly-clingy, blue-haired man trying to regulate all the damn good feelings ramming up his ass. He knew Saix needed this sometimes, and he was more than welcome to offer it. Because fuck, he liked seeing the man like this.

That moan told him he was reaching that spot and his lips curved again in a devilish intention. Yeah, he took all the blame for bringing those fun little extras into their bedroom. Dropping his free hand, Vanitas lightly traced his middle finger along the exposed pink ring between Saix' legs, not even daring to hint at penetrating him with it. Just to tell him exactly what he wasn't going to get. “You like that, don't you?” he husked. “When I bite you, when I make you moan.” He chuckled as the man tried to get his lower body up against him and deliberately avoided its press. “Can't have you shoving my finger up your ass now can I?” he purred at the motion and his deprivation.

Convincing Saix to accept those toys into their routine had been fun. The first night he'd brought them home, a dildo, anal beads, and love egg, he'd practically shoved Saix against the couch and kept him pinned there while he fucked himself with those toys, showing him just how damn good it could feel to expand your horizons. Only after he had his partner promising he'd take one up the ass did Vanitas let him start pulling the anal beads out; Saix's eyes had been amazing to watch. He dropped the toy to the ground and slowly nudged the white head up against his partner's ass, nudging it between his cheeks.

“Hm?” A raven brow arched. He shifted forward, leaning his chest to the older man's, corner of his mouth twitched up. “What'd you say?” Fuck me. Oh he knew what he said; but this way... Slowly, Vanitas began to twist the toy, rubbing it against his hole and prodding the muscle. Water wasn't the best lube, but then again, Saix could handle some stretching as his body got used to it. But he didn't thrust it in yet, more keen on wringing that beg back out. “Tell me exactly what you want, babe.”

Saix didn't much care if the few things Vanitas had told him about himself were true or not. They weren't a married couple, they weren't even really a couple at all. That wasn't to say he couldn't enjoy Vanitas' company outside of sex, but the physical aspects of their relationship was always given highest priority.

His nails dug into Vanitas' scalp again and he groaned. The teasing was driving him mad. "Yes," he gasped in response, as if the question really needed to be answered, considering how his body was reacting. The pain was part of it, but he also liked the marks Vanitas left on him, even if they sometimes forced him to wear polo shirts to work. Not that it was anything particularily strange to anyone, since Saix had always been very modest and proper in the way he dressed.

Saix definitely did not regret letting Vanitas introduce toys into their sexlife. He too could very well remember the first time. Watching Vanitas fuck himself with the toys had been a very nice treat and it had been enough to convince Saix to take them up his own ass. He'd liked the dildo the most, probably because it was the most like an actual cock, but the other two had been quite nice too. Toys had since become a good way to drive Saix out of his mind with pleasure before he got fucked and he very much enjoyed that.

"I want you to fuck me," he got out, voice louder and more insistent this time. He knew that Vanitas had heard his first plea, but it wasn't exactly surprising that he'd be made to beg even more. He was more than willing to do so, especially with how damn good it felt when the younger man rubbed the dildo against his hole. "Please," he continued, pressing his ass against the tip of the dildo, "Shove it in me. Hard." He wanted that bit of searing pain as he got filled up, wanted it so badly his legs trembled and his cock twitched.

Good, that made their relationship go along much smoother than it could have been. And hell, married? One of them'd probably be dead by now if that'd been the case. A couple was only a sort of twisted, romantic thought about their current state, but there were a few times when physical took backseat for something else.

Rare times. Vanitas hissed as the nails bit into his head, a growl sliding out afterwards in a mixture of displeasure and encouragement at Saix's response. He liked his answers, even to those kinds of questions. Lips wandered up the side of his neck, leaving warm dots that washed away in the water, occasionally scraping his teeth along his skin, sometimes hard enough to hurt. One or two times enough to leave a mark that even the man's high collar wouldn't be able to cover at work. Always a fun ploy for him to find in the morning and bitch at him over his shoulder.

The darker male'd been pleased enough to see Saix take to the toys so readily after one demonstration. And he never forgot them as ways to send him to his knees. Like now. Twisting the end of the dildo against the tight pucker, watching the way his legs tensed and his toes twitched against the tiles. “Oh you want it bad, don't you,” he purred against the underside of the man's chin, teeth catching at the curve of bone and hanging there as he ground the rounded end forward. Just enough to feel that first part at the very center of his muscle. And backwards again. But he wasn't going to reward him until he got his question answered...

“Heh.” Loud. Demanding. Perfect. Oh, and even a please. “So modest,” he murmured, mocking him despite the sex in his voice. Modesty went to crass and Vanitas' eyes instantly flashed with his unconcealed love of hearing Saix's frigid proper melt into the lewd hot. He twisted, corkscrewing the man's hole with the tip of the toy a few more times before pulling back and giving him a rapid series of nudges and shallow thrusts. Teeth found Saix's mouth, biting down on his lower lip. Enough that his words came out half-muffled, half exotic. “Good boy.” And then gave him what he wanted, a hard shove that forced the white end against Saix's ass, pushing his ring inward, muscle straining against the water-slicked penetration for a moment. And then surrendered under his force as Saix's ass opened with a 'pop' Vanitas felt through the toy. Without waiting for him to adjust, he sank more than three inches into him, stretching him around the toy.

“Mmm, that felt good, didn't it?” Oh he knew it hurt.

Saix was feeling far too good right now to even realise that Vanitas' teeth were biting down on places on his throat that even a polo shirt might have trouble covering up. It was undoubtedly something he would complain about later, but for now he simply let his head fall to the side to give the younger man even better access to his skin. His throat and neck area had always been very sensitive and so he felt any stimulation of it in a very intense way.

The teasing was so frustrating it made him whimper a little. His feet scraped over the floor as he tried to grind himself harder against the tip of the dildo. "Yes," he repeated in a breathy whisper, his hand sinking deeper into Vanitas' hair, "Please.."

Good boy. Those words had a strange effect on him. A mixture of annoyance at being patronized and some sort of satisfaction at being praised. He managed to give Vanitas a sort of glare while still looking completely drunk on sex and lust, and then he felt the dildo being shoved up inside of him. Oh, fuck, it did hurt. Saix let out a choked groan, a mixture of pleasure and pain as his other arm went around Vanitas' neck, his nails digging into his wet skin.

"Oh, f-fuck you..." he gasped out, even though he had literally begged for this. It wasn't truly a complaint, though. He liked the pain, liked the feeling of his ass stretching to accomodate the toy, liked feeling so damn filled up. Really, his biggest motivation to keep some of his attitude in place was that it might inspire Vanitas to be rougher, to fuck it out of him, which was exactly what he wanted. He could definitely be a bit of a glutton for punishment when in this kind of mood.

That was one of his favorite tricks, leaving marks when Saix was too distracted to notice them. The following morning, listening to Saix growl and complain about having to do something to conceal that mark was always amusing, letting him lie back in bed and simply watch the man fuss with his neck or his back or wherever he left the mark. But as Saix bared more of his neck, he moved into the touch, biting down harder and then breaking off to lap at the skin, soothing the mark. Before biting again, working on making it dark and giving it staying power. Knowing just how sensitive his partner was made it even better.

Working his hand to prevent Saix from starting the fun early, Vanitas let him strive for that pleasure, not even bothering to deny the surge of enjoyment when he heard his legs move and his feet scrape against the wet tiles. “So damn eager,” he husked against the side of his neck, breathing over the mark again. The hand in his hair was no longer a source of power, but rather some kind of desperate hold to keep his grounds.

But then—mhn!—it was in and Vanitas pulled away from Saix's neck right before it happened, golden eyes eagerly seizing onto his face and drinking in his expression. The split-second glare, imbued with all its sexual inhibitions and passion, made his body throb and a spurt of precome lanced from his own erection, belying his sadistic streak that never failed to get off when he was “torturing” his partner. Having Saix in his power like this was amazing. He gripped harder on the end of the dildo when the man groaned, pain and pleasure all over his voice, leaning in just close enough that his arms could hold around his neck and nails could bite into his skin. “Already did that,” he whispered in response to that gasp.

A soft laugh bled out between them and Vanitas twisted the toy a little, dropping his eyes to watch the way Saix's spiraled around the white material. “Damn, Saix,” he purred. “You're gripping it hard. I can feel your ass trying to push it back out.” Because not even this stopped his dirty talk. He gave the toy a tiny nudge, not pushing further in, but just rubbing his inside with it. “Look at you, all stretched out and taking it.” Oh he knew Saix was tempting him to go wild, knew he wanted to really get the fuck literally driven out of him. That wanton mood was on and Vantias liked to drag it out and make him really work for it. “Now cuss for me.” And jerked his arm back, pulling the toy out of him entirely.

Only gave him five seconds to make noise before he plunged it back inside with a humming teasing sound.

A lot of the complaints were just for show, if Saix was going to be completely honest, because a rather big part of him liked the marks. They reminded him of what had transpired between them and he liked the feeling of having them. Vanitas probably knew that too, but well, complaining about it was just kind of part of their dynamic. The bites to his neck felt so damn good too. He shuddered, desperately clinging to Vanitas at this point, even more so when he heard those words being murmured against his neck and felt Vanitas' hot breath against his skin.

Oh, fuck, it was torture. Being so stimulated in all the right places, but not quite getting what he needed to reach the satisfaction he craved. It was more than a little obvious that Vanitas got off on having him like this, controlling him and giving him that amazing combination of pain and pleasure. Saix could only moan, moving against Vanitas' body as best he could, but due to being practically pinned against the wall his movements were quite limited.

The dirty talking was always welcome as it intensified the lust Saix felt, whether he was bottoming or topping. When the toy was pulled out of him Saix let out a loud, protesting groan and he wasted no time adhering to Vanitas' demand. "F-Fuck-- you ass, don't stop...!" He knew that Vanitas was just trying to get a rise out of him and that this was exactly what he wanted, but he didn't much care right now. All he wanted was to be fucked, and fortunately he didn't have to wait long before the dildo was shoved back inside of him again. His eyes immediately fell shut and he groaned loudly, his toes curling as he felt it hit home. Precome bubbled up from the tip of his straining erection and he moved himself so that he could grind it against Vanitas' stomach, needing some friction.

It felt so incredible he began moaning incoherently, "Oh, fuck, please," he gasped, not even certain what exactly he was begging for.

Vanitas knew that; it was one of the reasons he continued to give them to Saix despite those complaints. A proof of their relationship, what they did, how they got along, and the back and forth of power. He would sit at home and trace his fingers over the marks he left the night before, listening to the man alternate between a groan and a growl. Listening to his whines was something he liked because it was both a power rush and a pleasure. He bit him, scratched him, occasionally left bruises on him from gripping him too hard (though sometimes that was Saix's fault if Vanitas was on the bottom).

Each shudder told him he was doing better and better. He tilted his head again, wandering lips over his collar bone, biting down every now and then, sucking on his skin, leaving soft marks. Sometimes harder ones. This was his body, his person, his plaything that he could use and mark and leave claims on that no one else could get to. No one else could have him. This man was his. “You'd be freer to run if you weren't so trapped,” he hummed against the underside of his ear again, licking at the skin once more before biting on his lobe and tugging, just enough to it almost hurting, and let go.

But man, he had to break away and just watch with glowing eyes as the man protested the removal. “Don't panic, bitch,” he purred after Saix cussed at him, twisting the toy around in his hand a few times. Mmm, that f-word and being called “ass” melded perfectly for that begging voice wanting him not to stop. Getting a rise out of the man during these times was such a thrill. A simple angle and he had him sinking around the toy once again. Vanitas glanced up at him once more and then slowly lowered, reluctant about losing the pressure against Saix's erection, sliding his legs out behind him. It took a little bit of flexibility and finally saying “fuck it” to the curtain keeping the water in, but he was soon lounging on the floor, with one of Saix's legs hiked over his back while his head rested on the man's other thigh.

Giving him complete access to his hole and the toy's motions. As well as control over his legs. He pushed again, feeding another inch of that white toy inside. “Look at you,” he whispered. “As smooth as glass all stretched around it. Vanitas lazily twisted the toy again, watching the man's skin spiral just slightly as he reached out and brushed his fingertip over the rim of skin clinging to the toy's surface. Slowly, he began to move it back and forth, torturing him with the leisurely fucking. Left the man's leaking cock free to fall against his abs... and open for teasing from Vanitas' free hand. He knew he wanted that, the friction, but he also didn't trust him to hold out long if he jerked him off while fucking him with the toy. “So,” he murmured, as if discussing the weather, but his voice was edged with sexual desire. “Do you want every inch of it rammed up your greedy ass... or would you only like half and I'll fuck you against the wall till you blow your load afterward?”

Saix shuddered when he felt Vanitas' lips against his ear. "I do not want to be free," he murmured in response, voice breathy and wavering. No, right now he wanted to be owned, claimed by the younger man. Being trapped against the wall and being bitten so possessively definitely made him feel like he was. Yes, he would definitely complain about them in the morning as per usual, but right now he wanted more as every sharp sting of pain sent a wave of pleasure straight to his already painfully hard cock.

Another noise of protest left his lips when Vanitas began to move down on him, causing him to lose the wonderful friction against his hard cock. God, he wanted to touch himself so badly, but he knew he'd probably come right away if he did, and he certainly didn't want that to happen just yet. He instead kept his hands busy by letting both of them sink into Vanitas' mess of hair, now wet from the water streaming down over them. Seeing Vanitas down there between his legs was a nice view, however, and so he couldn't complain too much. Not to mention that the toy being teased in and out of him continued to give him pleasure.

Saix groaned, looking at Vanitas with half-lidded, lust-hazy eyes. "I want you inside me," he got out between ragged breaths, "Please, fill me up with your cock..." He was so turned on all he could think about was how badly he wanted to feel Vanitas' erection inside of him, fucking him until he could no longer form any coherent thoughts. All sense of shame and dignity had left him; now he just wanted to be pounded hard. The toy, as good as it felt, really couldn't compare to the real thing. Not by a long shot.

“Careful what you wish for,” Vanitas husked, not at all putting it past himself to keep the other man a captive as long as he wanted, screw what Saix felt. (Though honestly, he wouldn't, just because he didn't want to fuck up a great thing.) But now, he could definitely keep him trapped, pinned to the wall by his chest as much as that dildo was threatening to skewer him right to the tiles. Leaving Saix a bitten, kissed, sucked on, and currently-being-fucked mess on the shower floor. Mmm, maybe he'd do him so hard, it wouldn't be the marks his partner would be concerned about showing up at work.

It'd be himself.

Splayed out as he was on the shower floor himself, he continued his torment, legs languidly sticking out of the shower's main area and brushing back and forth against each other like a contented cat's tail. Working the toy in and out of him, watching it squelch inside the stretched ring of Saix's ass as he pulled it from his body, then returned it with another firm push, he could seriously do this all day. A breathy chuckle drifted from his mouth as he got his answer, ragged and tattered like Saix's inhibitions right now. “Come on, bastard,” he hummed. “After I just laid down like this?”

And nuzzled his head against Saix's thigh in petulant clarification, giving his side a light lift so the man could feel his other leg rub up and down the younger's ribs. Twisting the toy inside his partner's body again, Vanitas started speeding up the pace, rocking it in and out, driving further and deeper, knowing where the larger man liked it. But true to Saix's 'preference,' he never pushed the toy in halfway. Yet. He might have some mercy if the man begged him for it.

“You know I can get you off twice,” he hummed, reaching his free hand over with the threat and lightly pushed the tip of his index finger against the head of the other man's throbbing arousal. Slowly, Vanitas began to trace the fingertip around the curved tip, digging his nail into the small slit at the tip for a moment before drawing back and languishing the feeling of his precum sticking to his finger. “You're trying so hard not to blow all over yourself, even with this--” And shoved the toy back in halfway, rapidly twisting and quivering it over and over. “--crammed up your ass.” A sinful smirk glazed Vanitas' lips. “I bet you can't take much more before you break.”

Saix, of course, wouldn't want to be anyone's captive under any normal circumstances, but when he was like this--completely submissive and drunk on lust--that idea didn't seem unappealing at all. He dug his nails into Vanitas' scalp again, pushing his lower body up against the younger man, even though he didn't get any friction from it. They were just desperate, wanton movements at this point.

It had happened that some of his students had taken note of the hickeys on his throat, but most of them respected him enough not to say anything about it. Most of them. There was always that one smartass who had to point it out and make some comment about how their professor had gotten lucky. Generally a stern glare from Saix would shut them up, though. He did not want to know what the students said when he wasn't around to hear it, though. He couldn't even imagine how awkward it would be if Vanitas were to ever show up at his job though, as it wasn't something he'd ever considered might happen (if he had thought about it, though, he would've concluded that it was the kind of thing he wouldn't put it past Vanitas to do).

He kind of regretted his words as Vanitas continued to tease him with the dildo, not pushing it in deep enough for Saix's liking. The fact that Vanitas clearly enjoyed torturing him like this just heightened Saix's enjoyment of this whole situatio. There was just something so very hot about Vanitas being controlling, dominant and with the ability to turn Saix into such a mess. It had been a while since he'd felt so wrecked and Vanitas hadn't even shoved his cock in him yet.

"F-Fuck, Vanitas..." Saix shuddered violently when he felt Vanitas' finger grazing his cock. "Please, deeper..." Vanitas was of course entirely right, both about being able to get him off twice and that Saix couldn't take much more at this rate. Despite the fact that the toy wasn't being pushed deep enough in him--he was far too aroused now to hold onto his self-control for much longer. "I'm so fucking close," he got out, clenching hard around the toy and trying to get it deeper inside of him by rocking down against him. It was a pretty futile attempt as Vanitas was the one with the control over the dildo, but it didn't stop him from trying.

Vanitas liked having a captive at times. Saix fit the bill more often than not when those moods hit. “Remember your collar?” he husked against the inside of his thigh, wandering back to that time he had the man on a leash in the bedroom, arms behind his back via handcuffs... Oh that was a good night. Weeknights were Vanitas' favorites, simply because Saix had to go to work the next morning and hide the night's activities. He hissed a bit at the hands digging into his hair and biting his head with his nails, but it just turned him on even more.

Each buck of his hips, wanton and desperate, were testament to just how good he was going. No, he'd thought a few times of going to Saix's work, just show up waiting for him at the back of the class, leaning against the door in his heavy black boots, tight black jeans, belts and chain necklace and sleeveless V-neck for everyone to go staring at and asking questions. And he'd just look at Saix with every single insinuating tantalizing intention of making people know exactly why he was here and what he was to Saix. That would be amazing... and probably the reason he didn't do it.

No one else needed to be thinking of him and Saix like this.

“Deeper, hm?” Vanitas murmured, leaning his head to the side and slowly tracing his tongue up the edge of his partner's length. “I thought you agreed to halfway.” Right, because Saix was thinking so clearly now. He twisted the dildo again, working it in and out at a faster pace, almost as much as his arm could go. And then stopped, leaving him to just hover and sing around the white toy as he lapped at the head of his cock. “You're so wet right now,” he purred, running his upper lip over the tip of the man's arousal, letting him feel the way his precome smeared over Vanitas' mouth and dribble down to the corner of his lips. Turning his head, he spread the slick clear liquid along his cheek, looking up at the man with a sinfully hungry gaze.

When Saix pushed against it, he lazily twitched his hand backwards, forbidding him from getting it. “Hn, you sound so pretty when you beg like that, Saix,” he murmured, tilting his head against and moving his mouth over the thick length pulsing at him. “Guess I'll just get you off twice. So go ahead. Blow your load.” And then pushed the heel of his hand against the back of the dildo's balls. “Make a fucking mess.” And shoved, plunging the entire length of it up inside his lover's ass, screw his prep or not. Instantly Vanitas dropped his mouth, swallowing every inch of the large erection that had been inside his ass almost half an hour ago. Sucking him, swallowing, tongue going to every erogenous point he could reach. He'd blow his mind one way or another, as many times as he wanted.

Saix already reddened face turned an even deeper shade of crimson at the mention of that. Of course he remembered the collar... As well as the leash, the handcuffs and how he'd struggled to hide the marks around his throat and wrists the next day. The thought just seemed to turn him on even more. It was so humiliating and embarrassing, more so with how excited it all made him. He certainly wouldn't mind for something similiar to happen now as he was definitely in the right kind of mood for it.

Vanitas was not like to blend in very well at the university Saix worked at, despite being around the same age as Saix's students. Most of the students at the university came from upper-class backgrounds and someone like Vanitas would most probably garner quite a few looks and whispers. They'd be even less likely to forget about him if he came specifically looking for Saix. In other words, it would not be very good for Saix's professional life if it were to happen.

Saix's entire body trembled when Vanitas' tongue came in contact with his rock hard cock and it was almost enough to make him blow his load right there and then, but he managed to keep his release at bay for a few more moments. "O-Oh, fuck," he groaned. Vanitas looked so fucking good like that, licking at his cock and smearing precum on his face. The look in Vanitas' eyes just made it even hotter.

He shook again as Vanitas spoke, knowing what was coming and very much anticipating it. Saix cried out loudly when the toy was shoved inside of him, penetrating him fully. The pleasure he felt was intensified when Vanitas swallowed down his cock and even if he had wanted to he would not have been able to keep his climax at bay any longer. He came hard, fingers gripping so hard at Vanitas' hair his knuckles turned white as he filled the younger man's mouth with his load. Gasps and moans fell like prayers from his lips as he rocked his hips to Vanitas' mouth, probably shoving his cock in too deep for comfort, but right now he was far beyond caring.

After a moment of riding out his orgasm he finally came down from it and slumped back against the wet tile wall behind him, still breathing heavily. His grip on Vanitas' hair loosened and eventually his hand fell away entirely from it and simply dropped to the floor. He didn't even need to look at Vanitas to know that the younger man was far from done with him, though, and the thought sent a shiver through him.

He had far too much fun kicking back and thinking over Saix's trouble hiding whatever marks he left on him during their later excursions. Tugging at his sleeves and collar, shrugging shoulders or hunching. It was so damn tempting to go to school and just shadow him for the hell of it. Of course, there was that other sliver of jade if someone saw Saix, his marks, and thought he'd be easy prey. That was something Vanitas wouldn't stand for. The man was his and like hell would someone else get to him without permission.

Vanitas' laugh rippled soft over Saix's cock as he tongued over the surface, knowing just how close that brought his lover to climax. Seeing him quiver and shake as he tried to hold in his release grabbed his pleasure like nothing else and he slipped the tip of his tongue against the small hole at the apex once more, tasting the mixture of water trickling over it and precome spilling out of it. “Getting there, gorgeous,” he husked, nuzzling him once more.

But that cry... Fuuuck, that cry. Golden eyes blazed in a hellish glow as he snapped his gaze up towards his partner, wanting to take in every aspect of his climax. He knew it must hurt like a bitch to some degree, but Saix liked it rough in this mood. He corkscrewed the toy inside him, rubbing the man's perineum with the white balls capping the base of the dildo. He wanted it, wanted it more than he had before in the living room. Sucking him off while Saix held the reigns was pleasure in and of itself, but blowing his mind when Saix was already out of his own was a special kind of bliss.

A heady hum vibrated over the rock-like shaft buried in his mouth and Vanitas kept his eyes open as he felt the man thicken inside his lips, pushing his head against the back of his throat, into it, and then gulped when he finally came. Swallowing down every pulse that spilled out of him. He made it loud, reaching up to Saix's ears as he drank everything he gave him. Lips stretched around his girth, chin nudging at his balls, his hand working the toy around in circles inside him, his body stretched out in its languid pose along the man's legs. The grip in his hair only made things better, each sound Saix made locked away for later, and he rocked his head with the other's hip motions.

Yeah, sometimes it went farther than he wanted, sending a rush if panic through his mind, but it mingled with a twisted pleasure of his own, juggling who had the “control” at the moment in an exotic clash. When Saix finally finished—fuck the man had stamina—Vanitas took his sweet time drawing back, letting him feel every slide of his lips along his now-tender shaft, sucking and licking a few more times as he pulled off him. Drips of cum and saliva and water slid from his lips, a lewd image almost like a wild animal. His eyes lidded under his bangs, and a ragged pant tumbled from his mouth.

“We're not done yet..."

Vanitas wouldn't, at least, have to worry about Saix fucking someone else. It was already strange enough for him to have an almost purely sexually relationship with someone--he wasn't really interested in having that with someone else at the same time. One-night-stands was an even more unlikely thing to happen. He'd been hit on plenty of times, by both men and women, but it would take someone as interesting as Vanitas to catch his eye. Even then... while they were hardly what one could call a serious, comitted couple--Saix was and had always been someone who stuck to one partner at a time. He had no idea if Vanitas was the same, but if Vanitas was fucking other people as well--Saix didn't want to know about it.

Then again, Vanitas' tendency to be somewhat possessive over Saix, especially when they were like this made Saix think that he probably wasn't.

Vanitas' mouth always felt so good. Almost too good, especially in situations like these. His dick was so oversensitive now that when Vanitas pulled away and slid his lips down his shaft, Saix trembled from the feeling. It didn't help that the dildo was still stuffed inside of him, making him squirm a little--both from pleasure and mild discomfort. He could feel the pain more clearly now, but it definitely didn't put him off in any way.

Saix trembled again seeing Vanitas like that. He looked practically animalistic and it was so fucking hot. "Good," he breathed out, looking straight at Vanitas with eyes that were clouded over with lust. "Fucking wreck me..." He wanted to be fucked, humiliated and used until he could barely stand it any longer.

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[OOC: Will play Peter/Derek]

[Derek has always been blindly trusting of Peter, his uncle just had that aura about him, one Derek didn’t realize had just been his ability to manipulate others into getting what he wanted. Being a teen again has robbed him of his memories of everything that happened after Paige; he doesn’t remember absolutely hating Peter or even Kate, but she recently showed her true colors.

Other than Scott, there was no one else to trust, no one but Peter and of course he was going to stay with him until they could find a way to “fix” Derek. But honestly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be fixed and returned to his older self, not if his and Peter’s relationship was different like he warned it was.]

What are you doing? [Derek suddenly asks and leans on the back of his uncle’s chair, peering over his shoulder to see what he was doing on the laptop.] Shouldn’t you be enrolling me in school or something? It’s been two days. Scott says you should…

[He’s been asking question after quester since he came to Peter’s apartment, trying to pry any answer he could regarding current status of, well, everything.]

[Peter was getting used to having his nephew at this age again. An age where Derek trusted practically everything he said or did. He's not sure if he should be flattered or not. However, he raises a brow at the mention of Scott.]

I'm taking care of a few things, Derek. As for Scott, he doesn't get a say in what should or should not be done.

[Much less where Peter is concerned. He'll enroll Derek in school when he's damn good and ready.]

Come over here and sit down, Derek.

Yeah, but...

[No use in arguing, Peter's never really listened to a word he says, not really. And considering it is Peter, there's really no room for argument anyway. He's learned that much in the passed two days.

He hops into the chair beside his uncle, head tilting to the side as he gaze wanders, observing the way he's aged over the years. Still weird.]

What's up?

Yes, but what?

[He'll listen to what Derek has to say. It doesn't mean that it'll happen or that he'll agree with it. However, once his nephew is close he pulls him to his side. That way the other was as close to him as he could possibly get.]

You've got the day to do what you want. What is it you want to do?

[School and the rest of the pack didn't count in that equation.]

It's nothing.

[It didn't take a detective to know that Peter wasn't the biggest fan of Scott and vice versa. It's not like he hasn't heard the others whispering - werewolf hearing - and a few times Derek's stepped in to defend Peter. He's family and all he's got left.]

I dunno. Scott invited me out with the others, they'going bowling I think. I already said no.

[Here, at Peter's side is where he wanted to be. What that did, he didn't mind. But being this close only reminds him of the times him and Peter...well, the young Peter...

It doesn't matter. He shouldn't be thinking about those things anymore.]

[He was going to take the true alpha and rip out his damn throat. That's exactly what Peter was going to do. Especially when the boy kept stepping in on his territory. At least where Derek was concerned.

There's a slight growl out of Peter and he shuts the laptop, probably harder than he needs to. Good thing the casing was nice and hard on it. Turning to face Derek, he takes the boy's chin in his hand, to turn that young face to him.]

Good. I have other plans for us anyway.

[And maybe it's best he just stop mentioning Scott altogether. Whatever the beef between the two of them, it goes pretty deep and Derek nods slowly, certain not to remove his face from Peter's grasp.]

What did you have planned?

[As much as he enjoyed bugging the hell out of Peter, he didn't mind doing something else for a change.]

[Maybe he should. Before the older wolf hunts down the other and rips him apart. Piece by piece and buries him in different parts of the preserve for people to find.

Did Derek honestly think Peter had forgotten what they used to get up to? Things that his sister would murder him for. So there's a low growl out of the older wolf, before he pushes Derek back a bit. He makes sure to keep a hold of him so he doesn't fall back. Then he presses his lips to his nephew's.

If Derek didn't want it, he'd stop. Though he doubts the younger will stop him.]

[The second growl seems to go straight to his groin and Derek almost regrets mentioning Scott so many times. Almost. He doesn't fight when Peter is suddenly on him, holding him steadfast and Derek's hands grip at his shirt to hang on. No way is he stopping him.

The kiss is different now for a number of reasons; one being that Peter was larger, more masculine than before; the other that there was a bit of scruff involved too that burned and chaffed. Derek loved it and kissed back harder.]

[That deepened kiss gets another growl out of Peter and he presses Derek back a bit more. Though he pulls back because they both need to breathe.]

We should move somewhere more comfortable.

[After all, no need for his nephew to be put in an awkward position. That chair, Peter knows, isn't comfortable at all.]

[Despite Peter being right about them needing air, that doesn't stop Derek from protesting with a frustrated sound of his own. He nods quickly, however, because that chair is definitely far from decent for what Peter had planned.]

Yeah...we should probably do that.

[He's already trying to stand, trying to pull his uncle to his feet rather.]

[Peter can't help but laugh when Derek tries to pull him to his feet. It shouldn't amuse him as much as it does. However, it does get him up off the couch. Instead of letting Derek walk, however, he physically picks him up and starts toward the bedroom.]

Remember, Derek, if you don't want this then I'll stop.

[Even if he already knew that his nephew wanted it. After all, he could read the boy rather well.]

[He's scrappy, and dragging Peter around had been only slightly easier when he was a lot thinner than he is now. Doesn't matter. His uncle's gotten up and taken Derek with him, who smirks a little sheepishly and wraps his arms around Peter's neck.]

Heh. Do you hear me saying no?

[It's weird to have those arms around his neck like that. Not that it hasn't happened before, but that was a long time ago. When Derek still trusted him. Wanted him around in his life.

He laughs and gives his young nephew a bit of a smile]

No, I suppose I don't.

[Once they're in the bedroom, he lays him down on the bed and slips into it, over him. Making sure to capture those lips in a nice hard kiss.]

[Derek, this Derek, will always want Peter around no matter what, or at least that's what he thinks now. It's probably for the best that he has no clue of what Peter has supposedly done to make his older self hate him so much.

He hums into the kiss and presses up against Peter, rubbing his erection into his uncle's hip. Who needed Scott when he has this? Derek's claws slip out and he rips into the back of Peter's shirt.]

Off...

[He gives a slight groan when he feels the younger Hale's erection rubbing against his hip. Though he does raise a brow at the use of claws.]

Now what've we said about using your claws, Derek?

[His tone is firm but teasing at the same time. There was no telling when it came to Peter, really. He does, however, pull off his tattered shirt after pulling back.]

Get undressed for me, pup. While I finish undressing.

[When it came to places to hide out, Derek had never been more thankful for his loft than he was when he was standing under the hot water in the shower. A burnt out home or an old train station were a bit more inconspicuous, but if an actual place to live meant he had running water, he'd take the risk time and time again.

Working out until his body screamed for mercy was just another day in the life, and he could think of nothing more rewarding than the feeling of massaging soap into his worn-out muscles, washing the sweat of the day away.

The only downside to his shower-borne meditations was the fact that he was so taken with self-gratification that he didn't notice when he was no longer alone in his home.]

[Peter, unlike most, never really announced himself. If anything he just walks right on in. Almost like he owns the place, except where his nephew owned this one. It was a nice little place and he liked it. Not that he'd ever let anyone else know that. After all, Stiles seemed to think he lived in a den somewhere out in the woods.

At the sound of the water, he heads into the bathroom and watches his nephew shower. Those eyes trailing down over his nephew's firm, strong body. There's a soft growl out of Peter even as he moves toward that body.]

[Derek's relationship in public with his uncle had only improved by inches since he'd...well, killed him. Even in private, Derek was usually swayed more towards hate rather than love, but something about that duel of emotions had brought out something more carnal, more twisted than he could've ever imagined.

His hackles raised as he heard the growl, and he looked over his shoulder, eyes locking with Peter's for a moment. He wanted to tell him to leave, just like every other time he got it in his mind to stop this, but the words wouldn't come.]

Normal people knock. [His 'greeting' was gruff, and he didn't even bother turning around, simply beginning to wash the soap off his body in preparation for whatever it was Peter had planned.]

[Isn't that how it was meant to be? How did that song go again? When love and hate collide. Something to that effect anyway. He smirks at his nephew's words.]

That would require me to be normal.

[Another growl escapes the older wolf and he moves closer to Derek. Close enough to run claws down along his lower back, over that soaped up ass of his. Who said he wanted the boy to wash the soap off just yet?]

[Derek shivered as those claws raked down over his skin, and his body reacted as it always did for Peter, whether he wanted it to be so or not. It was next to impossible to hide even the half-hard swell of his cock in his naked state, so he simply did his best to ignore it.

Playing hard-to-get was the only way he could keep a shred of dignity in this situation, but even that was difficult. For as much as Derek liked to think he was in control, he was only biding time. He could never really say no to his uncle.]

You shouldn't be here.

I'm not going anywhere.

[It's a whisper in his nephew's ear, even as he bites down on his earlobe. Those claws continuing to rake up and down his soaped up ass. Peter didn't give a damn that he was bound to get his own clothes wet. What mattered was making his nephew's body respond to him, as it always did.]

Do you know how beautiful you are like this, Derek?

[That voice is almost a purr in the younger wolf's ear. One set of claws scraping lightly over Derek's hip and across his lower stomach.]

[And there it was. Derek had already lost.

He'd never been much for words, but it seemed that his uncle could read the phone book and make it sound desirable. Like selling water to a drowning man, Peter had Derek through and through.

His movements were stuttered, as if halted by some internal battle of morality, but within moments he pressed his body back against the hand on his ass.]

Did you come here just to tell me that? [Of course, if he didn't continue to antagonize Peter, it would be too easy. He enjoyed pushing his uncle, even if it meant he'd suffer for it in the long run.]

[Everyone, almost everyone, loses when it comes to Peter and his manipulative methods. He presses his body close to his nephews and lets those claws on his hip, slide down and rake lightly over the younger's cock.]

What do you think?

[It's a purr as he grinds against that soaped up, nice ass. Those claws digging in a bit harder.]

Ah-

[The startled gasp was quiet and far too breathless for Derek's ego to endure, but he couldn't stop the noise from escaping as he felt Peter's claws on his cock. It was somewhere between an innate fear and intense arousal, and the sound of it caused a slight blush to rise from Derek's chest, up his neck.]

Jesus, Peter, don't..

[Those claws rake along the younger's cock again before he grabs it at the base, grip firm.]

And why shouldn't I, boy?

[It comes out a low growl, right against Derek's ear.]

((Character played at 17 years))

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Edited 2015-01-09 00:10 (UTC)

y/y/n?

very y!

[Then let me start for you a thing. Probably gonna jump right in because, pfffft, plot.]

Edited 2015-01-09 04:17 (UTC)

[We don't need no stinkin' plot! Seriously, I am good with anything and everything you come up with.]

So, somewhere between five and twelve bright orange cocktails, Peter had gone from playing his wing man (there to help him score some hot alien chicks) to the guy helping him out of his shirt with some sort of fucking urgency.

Clint's back hits the hull, but not before he nearly cracks his skull trying to get in the damn thing, all his fault, of course because he'd never fucked in a spaceship before and it sounded like a good idea at the time. "Okay... okay hang on." His arm's stuck, so it takes him a second to fling his vest off, finally getting a good handful of Peter's collar and drag him forward again. Their mouths smash together, clashing teeth before he can manage a proper (albeit sloppy) kiss.

At least that weird liquor tasted better on his tongue than it had from a shot glass.

Edited (i need to proof read) 2015-01-09 04:40 (UTC)

Look, Peter is an awesome wing man, okay? He has no doubt that he can get anybody laid if he feels like it, and not just because he ends up going home with them if he can't like he is right now. He tried, really, but he also might have cheated just a little bit because he was interested in the Avenger too. He didn't blow off his wing man duties, but he's definitely not complaining.

And hey, he's totally blaming it on the drinks that he knocks Clint's head against the hull. Accidents happen an all that. It doesn't seem so bad though, definitely not when Clint is stripping out of his vest and then pulling him back in for another hard, slightly drunken, kiss.

"Sorry you struck out at the bar," He murmurs against Clint's lips, nipping playfully at them before pulling back just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside to join Clint's vest. "You know, only not really," He smirks slightly and leans back in, kissing and sucking along Clint's jawline before moving down to brush his lips teasingly over his neck.

"I guess you're an okay consolation prize." He has more of a smart ass comment stuck in his throat, but it fizzles out pretty quick once he has a bare chest under his hands and lips dragging heat along his neck. Though to be fair, his brain is still trying to reboot now that they've reached their destination. The hull didn't help much either...

Clint lifts his chin to offer his throat, gloved fingers hesitating at Peter's stomach because he's not quite sure who's pants he wants to get off first-- both at the same time doesn't exactly seem plausible.

He fumbles with the other man's belt instead, then gives up in favor of just slanting his palm against his crotch to press in, rubbing through the heavy fabric, seeking out the thick outline of his cock. "Shit man..."

Peter takes advantage of the offering and kisses along Clint's neck toward his throat. He hums softly in response to the snark, but otherwise isn't bothered at all by it right now. Even if he thought for half a second that the archer was serious, as far as he's concerned, he just hit the jackpot, and right now he was going to make sure everyone knew it the next morning, brushing his lips over Clint's throat and worrying a small mark into his skin.

He lifted his hips to help make things easier for the other to get his belt off, only to groan in need when the archer stops. He gives a short laugh though, bucking into Clint's hand when he rubs against his cock. "Heh, pretty impressive right? I mean, not to brag, but others have told me that I'm hung."

He smirks up at Clint for a moment, then pulls back just enough to give Clint a hand his with his pants, finishing pulling off the belt and tossing it aside and then shoving his pants down to his thighs along with his boxer briefs, letting his already half-hard cock free, and guiding Clint's hand back to his length. "What do you think?"

Okay so he's a little rusty with this hot guy-on-guy action thing, and he really hopes he can blame any awkwardness on being drunk, because he kinda is, but his vision is clear and he's pretty damn sure he wants that cock. He's just not sure how.

"Yeah I'd say so." Clint's words sort of croak out, hesitating for a moment as he's guided, before palming over him. His reservation doesn't last long however, and he's curling his fingers around Peter's dick soon enough, giving an experimental stroke or two while he steadies his other hand against the Guardian's bare hip.

"So I think I should probably put my mouth on that." He's incredibly eloquent with his speech right now, isn't he? "But I probably suck so--" figuratively and literally. "-don't judge." Clint nudges Peter back so he can drop to his knees in front of him, and that cock is waaaay more intimidating up close. He pumps him in his fist a few more time and guides his mouth to the head.

At least he's smart enough to mind his teeth.

All awkwardness can be blamed on being drunk, and being guys, and maybe there was just enough excitement and tension in the air between the two of them that it makes everything feel a bit jittery. Regardless, there isn't much that Clint can do that Peter would give him a hard time for. At least not right now when he was hard and finally getting the attention hes' been after most of the night.

Each stroke of the other's calloused hand on his cock draws another needy little sound from the outlaw, who's rocking his hips slowly and pumping into his hand. He's about to work on getting Clint out of his own pants too, in order to return the favor, especially since he really did kind of cheat and hinder Clint's chances of finding some sexy alien to hook up with, but then he goes and says he needs his mouth on his cock, and... Well, what kind of man would Peter be if he didn't let Clint do whatever he pleased? He was a firm believer in freedom, after all.

"H-Hey, not judging you at all, man," He replies, his fingers brushing through Clints hair as he feels the guy's mouth on his cock. "I mean- You're doing pretty well so far, and-" Okay, better than 'pretty well', and Peter is being good for once and having the patience to not rush things and press more into that inviting mouth. "Isn't sucking kind of the point?"

He won't reply to that-- or well, he kinda tries to reply to that but he's more interesting in curling his tongue around the head of Peter's cock, letting it sink further in his mouth to hallow his cheeks.

Clint had fumbled in the dark with something like this before, mostly to the tune of too-many-beers. Kind of like tonight, but somehow unregrettably so, and Peter feels good under his hands and tastes good against his tongue-- so. He's going to put forth one hell of an effort.

A sloppy one, mind you, and he gets a little overzealous towards the back of the throat because his gag reflex sucks and he has to pull off with a choke, eyes watering. He's going to blame the fact that Peter's dick is too big and not any inexperience on his part.

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Edited 2015-01-09 00:08 (UTC)

Scott really didn't know what came over him, it had slowly crept up on him. It was the moon, he knew that much. Yet it had never manifested like this, but Liam just seemed to draw some deeper animal from within from Scott.

Liam didn't see it coming the moment he walked in and Scott jad him pushed back against the wall. His lips were on his fast in a deep, powerful kiss coupled with a low growl. He of course would stop if Liam wanted to, but Scott didn't want to stop.

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[Want to start off with two and add more along the way?]

[ooc: works for me yus o7 ]

[Sweet!]

Hinata had a plan when Naruto came home from his mission. She was going to welcome him home then they would sit down to eat ramen while she listened to his mission. It all sounded perfect in her head. She even bought a new dress to welcome him in and set the table. When he walked through the door she smoothed her hands over her simple purple and black dress that showed off a little cleavage and her curves before she walked over to greet him. She meant to give him a small kiss to welcome him back, but their small kiss quickly turned heated.

Hinata wrapped her legs around his waist as Naruto carried her to the bedroom. Their clothes quickly hit the floor between their heated kisses. When Naruto set her down on the edge she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his cock. Hinata looked up at him as she slowly ran her tongue along the head of his cock. Her plan forgotten as she kept eye contact with Naruto while her tongue continue their languid slide around his cock.

As it was, Naruto's mission was a training one. All day out in the sun working his ass off had gotten him a little worked up. He had one thing on his mind when he came home to Hinata, a perfect plan to work off some aggression and ease the tension of the day. She seemed to have had a plan too, but after they kissed and one thing led to another, he found himself carrying her to their bed and standing naked in front of her as she moved herself to satisfy him.

"Ngh, heh..." There was a soft groan as she started to run her tongue along his sensitive tip. He kept his eyes, darker than usual with arousal, down on her as she looked up at him. Reaching up, one hand slid through her soft hair as he shifted forward to give her more to work with. "You already got me really hard, Hinata... don't just lick it though, y'know?"

Hinata smiled as she looked at his darkened blue eyes. She always loved his eyes they were so nice and expressive. She hummed against his cock when he slid his fingers through her soft hair. When he shifted forward she opened her mouth wider to take him further when she slipped back and continued to lick the head of his cock. She giggled as she moved her hand along his cock. "I really missed you." She moved forward to take more of his cock in her mouth before she moved back to the head to lick at his cock. Hinata leaned forward and sucked him a little more before she leaned back and licked the head of his cock again with a soft hum.

Hinata wanted to tease him a little more.

Normally it was the other way around with Naruto teasing Hinata and doing all sorts of things to her. The more she sucked him and then relented, the more restless he got. She was doing all sorts of things, but she wasn't doing what he wanted at the moment. He wanted her to take him deep and suck him off instead of teasing him and pulling back to lick his sensitive tip. It was almost maddening even if it felt amazing!

"Ghhh, that's not fair..." he grunted, panting a little down at her. He continued to comb through her hair, but he started to gather a bit of it in his strong fingers and tug a little. "Heh, you're bein' a tease, huh?"

Hinata felt a rush at the way she teased Naruto. As much as she loved when Naruto teased her until she was flushed mess she really enjoyed teasing him and the sounds he made above her. Hinata smiled as she continued to lick the head of his cock. She moaned around him when he tugged on it. It was one of her favorite things when Naruto tugged on her hair, but she didn't want to melt in his hands yet.

Hinata giggled again as she slid off Naruto's tip and lapped at the head of his cock. "Maybe..." She licked her lips before she slid down his cock. She closed her eyes and sucked him for a little bit before she slid back to the head of his cock and slid down again. She still wouldn't take him deep, but she slid further down his cock each time.

At least she started to take him deeper and deeper even if she was still teasing him some. It was both frustrating and invigorating. Having Hinata suck him off was always a nice turn of events, so he couldn't exactly complain. She was giving him just enough to leave him wanting more. At this rate he didn't know if he was going to cum or end up tossing her back on the bed and ravaging her over and over to satisfy himself.

He kept his grip on her hair, just tugging slightly to get her to suck him more every time she pulled back off his cock. It throbbed and ached when she didn't have her soft lips wrapped around it, and everything had him leaking sticky, warm pre-cum from the tip. "Hinataaaa..." he whined before letting out a little growl of frustration and arousal. "Suck me off. C'mon."

Hinata hummed softly around his cock as she collected his pre-cum with her tongue. She didn't say it aloud much, but she really enjoyed sucking him off. Whenever she thought it, it distracted her all day, though she was still too shy to say it. She wanted to make sure that Naruto knew it.

Hinata moaned at each tug on her hair as she continued her teasing. She wanted to tease him just a little bit more. She moved to tease the head of his cock again when she heard that little growl that turned her on so much. Hinata slid off his cock, lapped at his head, and slid down to take his cock deep in her mouth.

Once his cock slid deep in her mouth, she closed her eyes and started to suck.

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And, of course, Naruto loved having her suck him off. Hinata's body was built for sin. Whether she was using her breasts, her mouth, or either of her tighter holes, it didn't matter. Naruto liked everything they did together. He especially liked it when Hinata was really into it. She had taken the initiative of getting down in front of him and using her mouth on his cock. Finally, she was sucking him off for real and making him groan and growl in pleasure.

Slowly, he started to move his hips, sliding his dick in when she sucked. She was still doing most of the work, but he helped by gently rocking, very slowly fucking her mouth as she continued to work him and make him shudder. "Hinata... mmnh... your mouth feels really good. Is your pussy getting wet too? Gh, I think I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up..."

Hinata loved the ways she could please Naruto. It took a while for her self confidence to grow and being with Naruto helped it grow even further. To know that she could give Naruto pleasure with her breasts, mouth, hands, or any other place on her body always made her feel amazing.

Hinata moaned when Naruto started to move his hips. She continued to move her mouth against his cock and enjoyed the shudders and growls above her. She moaned louder at his words as her tongue licked and sucked him. Was she wet? Hinata was sure that if her panties were still on they would be soaked. Every time she moved her hips she could feel how wet she was. Hinata slid off his cock as she lapped at the head.

"I am. I'm getting r-really wet." Hinata moaned as she licked a trail of precum. "Want to cum in my mouth?" She leaned forward and trailed her tongue over the head of his cock. "Or in me..." She whispered before she took him back in her mouth.

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"Ghhhhh..." Both ideas sounded amazing to Naruto. Luckily, with his stamina he wouldn't have any problem getting ready for a round two. That was what sealed the deal for him and made him decide. Hinata had worked so hard so far, and besides, he didn't think he could really remove himself from this position anyways. It felt too good, and he didn't want to pause for any amount of time at all, not even to change positions and actually fuck Hinata.

"In your mouth," he managed to let out in a groan, eyes closing as his head tipped back a bit. Then he tightened the muscles in his stomach, trying to hold on for as long as possible before his dick throbbed and he finally came, spurting his thick, warm cum into Hinata's mouth for her. "A-Ah, Hinata... nngh..."

Hinata moaned when she heard his answer and worked to suck him off. As much as she wanted Naruto to cum inside her she knew it wouldn't be long with his stamina. Besides, she loved where Naruto came on her be in her mouth, inside her, on her breasts...she moaned again at the thought as she continued to work her lips against him. Hinata hummed along his cock as she squeezed her hips together and gave a wanton moan when his thick, warm cum filled her mouth.

Another thing Hinata hadn't admitted was the way she loved when he came in her mouth. Some of his cum slid down her chin as she swallowed him, until the last drop. Hinata gave him one last light suck before she pulled back to catch her breath. She collected the stray cum on her chin with her finger and licked it clean. When she finished she turned her flushed face and hazy eyes up to him.

"Mmm...Naruto..." Hinata smiled as she licked her lips. Sucking Naruto off turned her on a lot that she couldn't stop rubbing her hips together.

Naruto couldn't do much except pant for a few moments, but he watched intently as Hinata cleaned her finger of his thick cum. He swallowed hard and reached up to run one hand through his hair before grinning finally at her. His face was flushed with arousal as he crouched to be at eye level with Hinata. He didn't give her any time to react as he pushed against her shoulders and dropped her back on the bed before crawling up on top of her.

One hand immediately went between her thighs as he propped himself up over her. The other pressed to the mattress to keep him from falling on top of her. Still grinning, he started to run his fingers up and down her slit as he looked down at her. "Guess it's my turn, huh?" he asked right before dropping down quickly and showering her breasts with kisses. A second later, he closed his lips around one of her nipples and sucked playfully while his fingers hooked upwards and teased her pussy.

Hinata smiled at his flushed face when he crouched down and their eyes locked. She gave a small squeak when she fell back against the bed. Her hair fanned out under her, she swallowed as she watched Naruto crawled on top of her. He looked so sexy when he did that. Well, he looked sexy any day. Hinata smiled back at him when she felt those wonderful fingers against her sensitive silt.

She let out a breathless giggle as she nodded. "Y-Yes I think so...oh..." She moaned when he kissed her breast. She arched against him letting out another moan from the lips on her nipple and the fingers that teased her. Well, she knew he was going to tease her, but she was too worked up to mind.

"Oh...N-Naruto..." She moaned and rocked up to his fingers.

It was only fair that he get her worked up just like she did for him. Hell, she sucked him off until he came, so the least he could do was make her feel just as good. He needed a few moments to recuperate anyways, but after that, he planned on fucking her just like she wanted, cumming inside like she had suggested. The night was young anyways, so they had plenty of time to enjoy each other over and over and over again, and with Naruto's stamina, it would probably end up just like that.

Pulling off of her soft tit, he grinned up at her and licked his lips as his palm pressed in against her clit. "You're soaked down here, Hinata. Do you want me to lick your pussy before I fuck it? I kinda wanna taste it anyways, y'know..." Except he sort of wanted to mix it up a bit. It would be tempting to just bury his face in between her thighs, but he wanted to try it from another position.

Sitting up on his knees, he made a twirling motion with one of his fingers.

"Roll over and stick your ass up for me."

Hinata sighed when Naruto pulled off her breast and fell back against the bed. She was so happy that she didn't have anything to do tomorrow, so she could spend the night enjoying Naruto and many different things they would do to each other. She ran her fingers down his cheek before a soft whimper left her lips when he pressed his palm against her clit. She quickly nodded as she pushed up against his palm. "Yes...please..."

Hinata waited to feel Naruto between her legs when she saw him sitting up on his knees. She was curious about what he wanted to do when she saw the motion with his fingers and heard his words. With a red face she nodded and moved on to her knees. She started to pant hard when she leaned down and pushed her ass up in the air. Hinata couldn't hide how wet she was and it made her writhe against the bed, rubbing her sensitive nipples against the sheets.

"L-Like this..." She breathed. Well, she could put her red face against the sheets.

"Yeah..." She couldn't hide anything at all in her new position. Naruto's keen eyes could see clearly that she was soaked. He hadn't done much to her, so that meant that sucking him off had gotten her as aroused as she was. The thought that she got off to doing something like that for him made him want to repay her even more. That thought helped keep him from immediately sliding up behind her and pushing his length into her body and continuing with his own pleasure for the night.

Instead, he leaned over and gripped her thighs, spreading them a little from behind. His thumbs brushed her soft, warm lower lips, spreading her slit from behind too. He studied the sight for a few moments before finally leaning forward and pressing his face close, tongue lapping eagerly up and down her slit. Immediately he could taste her natural juices, and it made him growl a little before he buried his face between her thighs completely, eating her out from behind.

Hinata panted as she closed her eyes and lightly gripped the sheets. It was easy to hide how aroused she was when she was on her back, but in this new position she couldn't hide anything. Naruto could see just how much she loved sucking him off. She could feel her shyness trying to come back as she muffled a few of her needy moans against the sheets. Hinata gasped when his thumbs spread her open.

"A-Ahh..." Hinata moaned. She used the moment when Naruto looked at her to try and catch her breath when she felt his warm tongue up and down her silt. She let out a wanton moan as she gripped the sheets again. The growl she heard made another wave of pleasure to go through her before she cried out Naruto's name when he buried his face between her thighs.

"Ohh...ohh...Naruto!" She cried as she turned her head to try and muffle some of her moans.

She had done plenty to tease him, so it was only fair he do the same. Besides, he always found it cute when she turned into her shy self again during sex. They had already done so much, so he never understood why she was so embarrassed. What else was there to be embarrassed about when they had both seen each other's naked body, tasted each other, and done all sorts of other kinky things? It didn't really matter to have an answer since he thought it was cute anyways.

Pulling away for a few moments, he kept her spread as he stared at her soaked sex. "Hinata, you taste really good. Do you like it when I use my mouth?" Grinning, he dove in once more. This time he pressed in closer, pushing his tongue between her soft lips and basically tonguefucking her for a few moments as he moved his head a little. Her taste made him hum, adding a little bit of vibration to the sensations he gave her. Then he paused once again to speak, muffled between her thighs.

"What if I go up here too?" To tease her even more, he slid his tongue slowly upwards from her pussy to prod her ass and then back down to his original spot.

Hinata loved to tease him and she loved when he did the same. She tried not to be embarrass with her desires and what she wanted, but her new feelings always clashed with the ones she grew up with on the compound. The many lessons she received always ended with a lady doesn't openly show her desires or talk about them, but when she was with Naruto that slowly started to change. Hinata started to undress without being so shy and she enjoyed when they tasted each other and the other kinky things they've done. She loved everything they did really. Now, if she could get the lessons from the compound out her head that would be great.

Well, she was glad Naruto didn't mind. It made her want to please him grow every time.

Hinata moaned when she turned her face away from the sheets. "Yes...yes I do!" She moaned when he pushed his face against her again. She let out a louder moan when he started to fuck her with his tongue. That felt so good she couldn't stop the moans that left her mouth along with his name. Hinata gripped the sheets when he hummed against her. That felt amazing.

Hinata wasn't quick enough to stop the whimper that left her mouth when his tongue prod her ass. Would he? She felt his cock there before, but would he push his tongue inside? The thought made a needy moan leave her lips as she pushed back against him. She wouldn't be able to hide how much she liked it either.

She couldn't hide the reaction her body made when he teased her tighter hole. The way she whimpered made it obvious that he'd hit a sensitive little spot, so he switched his tactics just as if he were int he middle of a battle. Naruto was the master when it came to making a new strategy on the fly, and he did just that when he realized Hinata had enjoyed his playful, little tease. With that in mind, he shifted upwards once again, running the tip of his tongue in a small circle around her asshole.

"Hey, Hinata, you really like this, huh?" he mumbled between licks. "Heh, then I'll make sure to tease both holes at the same time since you're still dripping down here..." Saying that, he pushed his tongue at her ass, trying to prod the hole and move inside. At the same time, one of his hands slipped up between her thighs, rubbing slowly along the skin he'd been licking just a few moments before until he pushed one of his rough fingers into her pussy and started to pump the digit in and out as he ate her ass.

Hinata clenched and unclenched the sheet beneath her as her head nearly spun from the pleasure that went through her body. Her mind whirled as one of her deepest fantasies happened to her. Hinata always thought about how it would feel to have someone tease her there and it felt better than she imagined. She let out another moan when his tongue circled her ass again.

"Haa...yes...yes..." Hinata moaned. Her nails lightly scratched at the sheets when a louder whimper left her mouth. "Oh Naruto...Naruto..." She panted as she writhed from the tongue against her ass and the fingers inside her. Her nails continued to scratch at the sheets as her hips started to shake. Between the tongue against her ass and his fingers inside her pussy it wouldn't be long before she came.

It had been some time since the two of them had first met under one of the more unlikely of circumstances Lethe could have imagined. She was not an easy woman by any means, oftentimes her fellow soldiers telling her she'd likely die old and alone, because no one could ever tame her. She hadn't expected a human of all things would be the one she'd find herself falling for, yet here she was, positively smitten as a kitten. He'd won her over with simple sincerity, treating her as an equal and a friend, and a good dose of courage and libido.

Perhaps it was that very same libido that had sparked the two of them being together like this, because both of them were at their sexual peak in their lives. Him in his teens, her in her mid years for her species... It was getting to the point where she wanted to risk more and more to be with him. Would she go over the line today, and finally lose a virginity she'd been holding on to for too long in her book anyways? She wasn't sure... but what she was sure of, was that she was going to try to make it up to him as his lover in every other way she could think of.

She ran her fingers through her short orange hair, so it wouldn't get in the way as she leaned in and gently slurped his cock between her lips. It was just a gentle teasing thing, almost like a little kiss to start off, but she was putting a bit of tongue into it, tentatively tasting him, and feeling the soft but firm texture of him on the tip of her tongue. She had only the head between her lips at the moment, not really quite in her mouth, though her tongue was gently reaching down from the tip, to slowly envelop more of the shaft, as her head lowered a bit more.

It had started off as just a little thing, but now he was in her mouth, and she gently sucked on him, applying the pressure of her mouth, tongue, and lips, to wrap around him lovingly. Her small but soft hands rested on his pelvis as she worked, with one finger reaching up to idly stroke at the shaft, enjoying the feel of it on her fingertip.

Naruto didn't know how else to treat her other than as a friend and equal. He didn't see her as lesser or not as good. Her race didn't matter to him. All that mattered is that the two of them had fun and could be honest with each other. She made him smile and look forward to their time together. If him treating her the same way made him special, he just didn't get it. That's just the type of person that he was.

Their "relationship" had naturally evolved and one thing led to another. They might not have gone all the way yet, but Naruto found himself standing naked in front of her, his cock in her hand and in her mouth. His blue eyes glanced down at the pretty Laguz, chest moving a little more than usual since he was breathing harder. Each little movement of her tongue had his body tightening up as pleasure tingled through his body and made him grit his teeth.

"Nnngh, Lethe," he mumbled, exhaling softly. His hips moved some, trying to urge his cock forward so she would take him a little deeper. "That feels... really good, y'know, heh..." She was using her tongue almost like a kitten would, so he found that a little ironic. Still, he couldn't help but grin and reach for her head, running his fingers gently through her hair and then scratching behind one of her ears in encouragement.

Lethe initially did blink in surprise, when she felt that hand on her head, and him pushing deeper into her mouth with a slight movement from his hips. She glanced up, but rather than glare at him, or blush at his forwardness, she did one of the boldest things she could think of. She smiled, lavender eyes meeting baby blues, and she kept going, looking up at him with adoration and amusement every step of the way. She always rather enjoyed seeing him flustered, and while it was certainly difficult for Lethe to handle the sudden thrust of extra Naruto in her mouth, she lolled him onto the back of her tongue so she could fit even more of him inside.

In fact, Lethe with the urging of that hand on her head, went as far as she thought she could handle, holding her breath, and practically swallowing him into the back of her throat now. She knew something like this was too thick for her to be able to breathe with it in her throat, and if kept too long she'd certainly choke, but with effort, she could have nearly all of his length inside of her mouth at once. She looked up into his eyes with her lips right up against his pelvis, and fluttered her eyelashes at him as if she was trying to seduce him even further.

She let him slip out of her throat a little with a deep exhale and inhale through her nose, but not for a moment letting him slip out of her mouth, still sucking on him, as if she were trying to suck out the very essence of him. She gave a teasing little hum so that little vibrations made their way up her throat to the back of her tongue and all along the twitching penis in her mouth. "Mmmmrr~?" Lethe made the sound as if she were pleading Naruto to have his way with her, because in truth, that's exactly what she wanted. She suspected she could likely handle more, but it was hard for her to do it herself, because her instincts made her want to either keep swallowing, or cough him up before she started choking. She was a rather hardy Laguz warrior after all, so she likely could handle things most beorc woman couldn't.

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Naruto didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or was just naturally as charming and endearing and seductive. The way she fluttered her eyelashes at him and grinned around his shaft and took him even deeper and then hummed to add to the sensations was enough to make him groan deeply, his own chest vibrating with a tiny bit of a growl. It felt so good, enough to make his whole body shudder with pleasure as she did what she could do to make him feel good.

Considering they were sort of new to this part of their relationship, he didn't really know what to do other than go by instinct. He wanted to feel good, but he wanted to make Lethe feel good too. His hand continued to scratch through her hair as he moved his hips once more, enjoying the sensation of her warm, wet mouth around his length. It made him shudder again but also made him lock eyes with her once more and lick his lips.

"Hey... I wanna do... more than just this with you, y'know..."

She could tell she was definitely having an effect on him, and she was feeling thoroughly pleased with herself. She was a bit of an amateur when it came to actually doing this, but she knew a few tricks of her own thanks to listening in on conversations soldiers had around campfires thanks to her acute hearing. She never thought she'd actually use them, but she did like to keep Naruto on his toes when it came to sex, and this was certainly one way of doing it.

Lethe blushed, looking away from Naruto's gaze, and letting his cock rest on the inner part of her cheek for a few seconds. She let his twitching length slip out between her lips, and rubbed her face into the saliva soaked member with enthusiasm, the scent driving her a little wilder. "I want to do more with you too I just..." She was afraid? Nervous? Wanted so much, so fast, that she was worried they'd both burnout or do something they might regret in the heat of passion? Yet... she was pretty sure that today might be okay...

"Today... just for today... I'll let you do what you want... but you have to promise not to hold back if I give you this freedom. I don't want you having any regrets about not doing something you wish you could, or wishing you could have a girlfriend who wasn't a Laguz. I can't promise I'll be able to always let you do this, but while I can, I want to give you all the love and affection I can." With that being said, Lethe gently held his balls in her soft hands, and stroked her tongue underneath the length of his erection.

"What I do want... is to have you cum inside my mouth. I'm curious about the taste, and I don't want you utterly exploding inside of me, and impregnating me if you've pent yourself up too much." She said it so seriously and methodically it was almost clinical, yet the way she tried to sensually suck him into her mouth was anything but. She wrapped her tongue around him inside her mouth, to try to stimulate him farther and faster so that if he wanted more than just this, she could please him into cumming faster so they could get it over with.

Her admission made him stare down at her with wide eyes. She wanted to do more too? Up until now he had always thought they had to be careful. It was frustrating at times, but Naruto cared for Lethe too much to force her into anything. He figured that he'd eventually win her over and show her that he didn't want just a fling with a laguz. As far as he was concerned, he would do whatever it took to show her that he was serious and that their species difference didn't change anything in his eyes.

It was hard to concentrate on her words when she was still doing stuff to him. Fondling his balls made him hiss a little in pleasure. Then she mentioned giving him love and affection and wanting him to cum in her mouth as she worked him even more skillfully with her tongue. Her tone sounded almost like she was talking business with him, but the blush on her face and the way she worked him eagerly made it obvious to Naruto that she was being serious and wanted this with him.

"Heh, well, I'm not gonna say no to somethin' like that, y'know..." What guy would? And considering Naruto was somewhat perverted and a hormonal male, there was no way he was going to turn her offer down. His other hand had moved to stroke her cheek gently, and then he started to move his hips once more as she held him and used her tongue. The sensations were getting to him, but knowing what she wanted also had an affect.

"Little more... Lethe... I'll cum if you suck some more..."

She had a soft spot for guys like Naruto. Not pervs, because they were common enough, ~~although it did mean he was much more fun as a lover~~ not ninjas because there were many kinds of ninjas, and not just because he was strong, because she'd met many strong men she hated. He was kind, loyal, honorable, brave, cute, amusing, one of the hardest working Beorc she'd ever known, and most of all... fair. Race, gender, creed, sect, birthright, none of that mattered to him. He like Lethe worked his way up from nothing, almost all the odds stacked against him, and she admired that courageous tenacity almost more than anything else. It was the will and determination that kings were made out of, and had earned him her respect, loyalty, and love for however long he'd take it. Perhaps it was this same growing loyallty and love growing inside her that made her want to take the risk of being with him more intimately than ever before.

"Mmmm!" She practically whimpered needily as she sucked on him with a renewed vigor. He was definitely cheating by throwing in so much petting and scratchies behind her ears, while she tried to do this. It was hard to focus, which let Naruto get away with bucking his hips more, so he plunged even deeper into her mouth and all the way back into her throat. She pushed him out of her mouth with her tongue for just a few seconds as she shook off his attempts to pet her while she did this. She was all for the ear scratchies most of the time, but she liked it more for cuddling, and the last thing she needed was to be thinking about his hot wet cock, pulsing between her lips as she licked and slurped, whenever she got pettings.

With one final trump card to play, Lethe rolled over so she could do this at an easier angle. She grabbed his butt with one hand, and pushed him all the way into her mouth, squeezing him into her throat with a wince, and took him all the way up to the hilt. With strained effort, she kept him there, opening her mouth wider so she could slip out her tongue and... lick his balls. She could only reach so much to lick because her mouth was full, but she tried anyways. There was a few sharp sucking motions as her throat tried to swallow so she could breathe. Her other hand twitched for a few seconds before pulling down her top so she was less constricted, bare breasts bouncing up at him. She closed her eyes, and pulled him out of her throat so she could breathe, but never once out of the warm wet confines of her mouth. Then it dawned on her. She could do something if she timed it just right, and an almost sly grin slipped on her face.

She started him off on the rhythm so that his cock could go in and out of her throat, and if looked carefully at her neck, he could see for himself just how deep he was going. She was timing her breaths so she could make quick inhales and exhales whenever he wasn't down her throat. That way when the time finally came when she could feel it coming, he'd cum directly down her throat while she moaned into his balls.

[Hehe sorry if I get carried away sometimes ^^; Bit of a kink of mine, so I hope it was a turn on rather than a squick out.]

Before he could really say anything, Lethe had switched things up on. It was something he'd never even thought of before in his wildest imagination, but he definitely liked it. The way she could move and contort so easily made it more obvious that her race had an unnatural grace to it. Naruto didn't even know she had something like the position switch planned, so he couldn't plan for it. He couldn't plan for her taking him deeper and licking his balls and then exposing her soft, full breasts to him.

It was all much too much for the young ninja.

"A-Ahh... nnnhh... Lethe, I can't..."

It was probably very unnecessary to let her know he was about to cum. It was obvious by the way every muscle in his body tightened or the way his cock throbbed and seemed to swell just a slight bit in her mouth and throat. The way she moaned into his balls, the noise vibrating against him, was probably what finally set him off, though everything else she did was definitely a giant leap in the right direction.

Before he knew it, he was emptying his cock into her mouth. His balls had tightened up as he spurted his thick, warm cum directly where Lethe wanted it. All he could do was grit his teeth and groan/growl in pleasure as he gave her every drop, not caring if she spilled any of it since he couldn't care about anything in that moment.

[Works perfectly for me :P ]

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((Your wooded area based pics are very tempting. Interested?))

((Absolutely! I've been dying to play with a Slade!))

[Every man has his needs, even when those needs are of something more desperate and deprived in nature, and depending on the man in question, he’d go to great lengths to get whatever it was he craved so badly. Slade had never lied to himself about being attracted to both men and women, it was simply something he didn’t publicly advertise, because why? Why was his preference suddenly everyone’s business? The only person it concerned was whoever he was currently involved with. Right now that was no one.

Up until recently, Slade shut a blind eye to one basic need in particular his body seemed persistent in reminding him about as of late and it’s only led to a serious case of blue balls. He’s been more or less preoccupied with trying to escape the island to realize the severity of it. But now…

He’s been eyeing Oliver like a slab of ribs for the past few days, become more agitated and it often shows in their training because despite it not actually being Oliver’s fault, it is regardless. No amount of times beating off on his own can make the pressure go away so it should be no surprise when all of Slade’s weight comes slamming into Oliver, throwing his balance for sure and then tripping him into a nearby tree.]

You’re off your game, kid—Focus! [It’s not Oliver’s fault, really. Slade is just…yeah. He stands over Oliver, so close that there’s no way he’s getting up without first rubbing his head somewhere incredibly intimate. But the darkened look in Slade’s glossed over eyes, the warning in them, says to not move.]

[Slade really didn't need to explain a man's needs to Oliver Queen of all people. He used to be the poster child for instant gratification before the island. He could have gotten laid anytime he wanted to with any number of women that he wanted to. He was used to a certain standard of living back home, one that involved getting off at least every few days. He and Slade never really talked much about what his life was like before they met, since they were usually too busy trying to stay alive lately, but he's sure the older man knows just how spoiled the Queen scion really was, and probably still is, though he's adapting to this new life slowly.

Case in point, Oliver doesn't even really think about sex that much anymore, especially not needing to jerk off or relieve stress as much. He's often either too cold or too hungry to even really think about his other personal needs, and he hasn't yet found that the adrenaline that comes from nearly being shot or blown up makes for one hell of an aphrodisiac. That doesn't mean that he was pent up or anything, since every once in a while, under his thin blanket, he'll quickly rub one out when he thinks Slade is sleeping.

What it does mean is that he almost kind of likes it when they're training and Slade slams into them. Every time their bodies crash into each other as they fight, it sends a guilty jolt of excited down Oliver's spine and between his legs. He's trying to ignore that though, since mostly it still fucking hurts, and Slade seems to have been getting rougher and harder on him lately.]

I'm not off anything! You're changing the rules, and having too much fun kicking my ass. [Oliver replies petulantly, groaning and rubbing the back of his head where he hit the tree. He starts to get up, not even realizing how close his mentor is until his nose brushes against the front of his pants... and he doesn't pull back right away, licking his lips a little bit and glancing up at Slade... But then his brain catches up and he pulls away, hitting his head against the tree again.] Fuck. [He groans, rubbing his head again and glancing off to the side, looking anywhere but at Slade, who hopefully didn't notice him being turned on by their closeness.]

Do you want to let me up? [He tries to sound annoyed to cover up the roughness in his voice now.]

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[ Warning for kink. ]

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[ooc: kinks are listed on my profile! assumed cr is preferred, as is a teensy bit of build up instead of starting mid-smuttin' c:]

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[Greed probably wasn't the right person for Anna to be with, really, but then, he wasn't about to be the one to tell her that.

On the one hand, she was a sweet, gorgeous, spunky little princess with wealth and class and not a whole lot of social experiences. He? He was rough and tumble, arrogant and loud, leather-clad and just the right amount of dangerous to make girls go wild. He was also much older than her, much bigger than her, and definitely from the wrong side of the tracks. But maybe that was the appeal. He was used to it being the appeal, really, and it helped that he wasn't actually quite as bad as he seemed a lot of the time. Oh, he had a foul mouth and sharp teeth, but she was his, now. His girl. His little Anna. He was going to take care of her.

In every way possible.

So if that meant picking her up after school, well, that was what he'd do, in his none-too-subtle and all-too-flashy ride. And if that meant giving her a place to crash at that wasn't her at times worryingly empty and far too large home? He could do that, too. Even if it was a whole lot inappropriate. He'd never really cared about being appropriate.]

Have a good day, princess?

[ooc: SO I'm thinking at the very least 1-3, and very possibly 1-7 because why the hell not, right? Also edging towards some daddy kink because I saw it was a fave on your kink list and it absolutely is a fave of mine so. Y'know. Why not.]

[ooc: i just sent you a message, but yessss, totally down!!]

[It was so easy for Anna to forget about things when she was with Greed. Things like...well, the fact that Elsa didn't approve of them being together, as well as the fact that it wasn't exactly legal either. She was underage, and he was decidedly not even remotely close to being anywhere near that himself, and so it was hard for the rest of the world to understand that none of that mattered. She loved him...she didn't care that he was rough around the edges and had a bit of a dirty mouth, because at the end of the day, he was her daddy, and she was his little girl, and...wasn't that enough? He was the first person in a very, very long time to make her feel less alone, to take her away from her mansion that was empty more often than not and a sister that wouldn't really open up to her despite Anna's numerous attempts for them to bond. Elsa cared, of course, or she wouldn't have voiced her disapproval when it came to her baby sister's choice of boyfriends, but...aside from that, they rarely even spoke to one another. And for someone who craved affection, for someone who might as well have lived off of it and craved it as a real and tangible thing...it was nearly impossible for her to go without.

It was finally the weekend, and that meant that Anna would be going straight home after school with Greed. She had been positively bubbling over with excitement the entire day, dancing on cloud nine and tripping over herself time and time again as she bounced on the balls of her feet and struggled to make it through her last few classes. Knowing that Greed would be waiting for her in the parking lot made it impossible for her to focus on anything else, and so by the time the last bell was finally ringing, Anna all but ran outside of the school, pushing through the open doors and scampering across the grass in search of her much-older lover. It didn't take long for her to catch sight of him, especially seeing as he stood out like a sore thumb in comparison to everyone else at her high school, and so the moment she saw him in all of his dark, dangerous, and leather-clad glory, Anna's heart soared, and in an instant, she was bounding towards him, feet barely touching the ground as she forgot about anything and everything that wasn't her ridiculously handsome daddy.]

Hi! [she chirped, and without further ado she was tossing herself into his arms, wrapping her much smaller ones around his neck and clutching onto him happily, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had to stand on the very tips of her toes just to reach him. Uncaring of the parking lot full of people staring at them, Anna surged upwards once more, this time so that she could press an ecstatic little kiss to Greed's lips, nuzzling her nose against his sweetly by the time she pulled away just a bit. She was flushed and breathless, eyes bright and alight with the sort of pleasure only he could draw from her...especially when he called her princess.] My day was kinda boring. Not bad per se, but...it went by really, really slowly. It's better now, though, because you're here! I missed you, hi! [As if she hadn't already mauled him in the middle of the parking lot, Anna tightened her arms around his strong frame and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, making herself a little nest and allowing a soft hum of relief to slip past her lips. He smelled so good, and so what if people were staring? She was happy, she was in love, and she had absolutely no qualms when it came to showcasing it to the world.]

[If there was one thing that Greed could be relied on for, it was affection. He was a physical, sensual being in all sorts of ways, and when he was around Anna, he wasn't happy if he didn't have a hand on her leg, his fingers playing with her hair, his lips on her ear, her cheek, her forehead, or just her sprawled in his lap. It felt right, and as much as he was, well, Greed, he lived to dote on her. To spoil her, if he was entirely honest but, hey, she didn't get nearly enough of that in the rest of her life. He wasn't about to badmouth her big sister, he couldn't imagine it was easy running a household with no parents around, but still. She couldn't give Anna at least a little more time and energy?

But that was neither here nor there. The only thing that mattered was Anna, his princess, his little girl, and he was more than happy to let his world narrow down to nothing more and nothing less. When she launched herself at him, he caught her, caught her in his arms and against his chest and with how he wound himself around her, how he embraced her, he nearly picked her up off the ground. He definitely could. He'd done so on many an occasion, sometimes just for the sake of it. As it was, her arms wrapped around his neck, her toes lingered on the pavement, and he kept one hand nestled firmly at the small of her back, keeping her little body pressed tightly against his chest as he savored in her sweet kisses and her sweet nuzzles.]

Hi [he laughed right back, sliding his other hand over the back of her neck and momentarily into her hair. Relaxing back against his car, he sighed happily, just stroking gently at her. He could have just stayed like that forever, honestly, but while he didn't necessarily care about the people who were looking at them a little funny, he didn't want to get her in trouble. Or arrested. So instead he pulled her gently back by her hair, firm but not painful, enough so that he could kiss her forehead.] I missed you too, sweetie. Now, get in the car. Daddy's gonna get you home.

[Maybe if anyone overheard, they'd think he was her real dad. Better than the truth, at least.]

[ooc: last tag before work today bby! c:]

[This was easily the best part of Anna's day. She loved school, of course, and she loved learning, if only because it meant that she got to escape her nearly-empty house for a little while and try her hand at interacting with other people for a change, but it was absolutely nothing compared to the time that she spent with Greed. She was only sixteen, of course, underage and definitely not legal under any jurisdiction, and so maybe she wasn't supposed to have fallen in love with a man so much older than her, but the descent had been so swift that she wouldn't have been able to stop it even if she wanted to. Which she didn't, of course...Greed was perfect for her. He spoiled her rotten despite her numerous attempts to insist that he didn't need to go to such lengths for her, and he treated her like a princess--daddy's little girl always had a warm lap to snuggle up in, and a pair of arms to run in to whenever she needed. That wasn't all, of course...the vast majority of their time was spent rolling around beneath the sheets (if they even made it that far, of course), and already Anna was squirming with the prospect of all that they would do together when they were finally alone. Not that being surrounded by people before had ever stopped them...

She mewled happily when he slid one hand around to the delicate small of her back and the other into her hair. He had such wonderfully large hands, warm and calloused, and she would never tire of feeling them claim her in every way possible. For a series of moments, she just clung to him, needy after a week without being able to spend a proper amount of time with her daddy. Then, he was tugging her gently by her hair, tilting her face upwards so that he could press an affectionate kiss to her forward. Immediately, and almost comically, Anna's face brightened with pleasure, and her cheeks flushed as she all but beamed up at him. She didn't care what people said about Greed, that he was as selfish as his name implied or far too rough around the edges for her own good--Anna knew the truth, and that was all that mattered. He was sweeter than anybody else knew...more generous than anyone else was aware of, and never ever was he stingy with his love...both in and out of the bedroom. Hearing him tell her that he would bring her home reminded her of exactly why she had been looking forward to this all week.] Home sounds perfect, daddy. [she sighed softly with a small and content little grin, keeping herself on her tip-toes for just one last second so that she could nuzzle their noses together yet again. He really could have passed as her father, and she looked even younger than her sixteen years, so there was no telling what sort of conclusions their audience had come to.] Just like, well--you know. You.

[With a sheepish little smile, she gingerly disentangled herself for him, immediately feeling the loss of his warmth and craving it all over again. She turned and got into his car, his ridiculously flashy car that she loved teasing him about every now and then, crawling into the passenger seat and buckling herself in before waiting for him to join her. Then, even when he was fully seated on the driver's side and preparing to bring them both home, Anna reached out to touch him, placing a small hand on one of his toned and taut and muscular thighs and massaging gently, gazing up at him with no shortage of love and adoration.] So I think I'm going to try cooking for you tonight--and it will turn out better than last time. You'll see! [Last time had been a roast chicken that she had somehow managed to burn and under-cook, as well as a side of mashed potatoes with the consistency of glue and veggies that had turned a sickly shade of grey after three hours in boiling water. Nevertheless, she leaned across her seat just so that she could kiss his cheek, even licking once at his lightly-stubbled jaw like an affectionate little pet.] Daddy deserves a nice meal after working hard all week.

[Knowing that he could make her so completely, staggeringly happy? That was worth it. That was always going to be worth it. It didn't matter what he had to do to get there, what expense he had to make, whether he had to buy her presents or take her shopping, or cook for her, or just hold her in his lap and stroke her hair and make her feel love. He'd do anything, everything, to put a smile on her face and make sure she kept coming home to daddy. She was everything that he could have wanted, even if she was dangerously young for him, and looked younger still besides. He really should have known better than to get involved with her in the first place, but now that it had happened, well. He wasn't going to complain. She was perfect in every way but that one little legal hiccup, and soon enough even that wouldn't be a problem. Just as long as they could keep things under wraps for a little while longer.

Not that he had ever been good at being subtle. Obviously.

He smiled a teasing little smile as she nuzzled her nose against him, and he offered her one last sweet, seemingly chaste kiss on the cheek before letting her go. It was hard, yes, being apart from her, not touching her, feeling her softness and her warmth, when he'd been aching for her for days, but they'd have plenty of time all to themselves. Two days of nothing but daddy and his princess, and her sister could leave all the voice mails that she wanted to the subject, he wasn't sending her home until he was damn ready to.]

You're the perfect one, princess. [And then she was in his car and he followed her in, settling himself comfortably in the heated leather seats because, damn it, he was going to have the best. Even as the keys jingled in his hand, even as he slid them into the ignition, she was there, too, her delicate fingers sliding over his thigh and making him shiver just a little, heat rolling through his body and settling in the pit of his stomach. Oh, how he wanted those hands all over him, and to run his hands all over her in turn. He couldn't wait to feel her trembling in his grasp, see that hazy, eager look on her face. To know that he had driven her wild. But that would come when it did, and for now he just looked at her with a slightly skeptical expression on his face.] Yeah? Well, that's awfully sweet of you. I can't wait to eat anything you want to give me.

[All Anna could think about was the weekend she was about to spend with her daddy...it had been far too long since they had been able to see one another for more than a few hours at most, what with her curfew and the fact that Elsa didn't like her going out with Greed in the first place, and while she greatly enjoyed any and all of the instances they were able to be together for, a few stolen moments had absolutely nothing on two days and two nights spent in the house she now considered to be her true home. She felt terrible for worrying Elsa, of course, but she wished that her elder sister would understand just how good Greed was to her...how good for her he was. He took care of her in every sense of the word, and when they were together, she never felt lonely or unloved or anything of the sort. With him, she was happy and content, and when the time would eventually come for her to leave him at the end of the weekend, she would already be wishing for the next seven days to go by so that they could be together again. What she was really, really looking forward to, however, was when they would finally be alone...she had spent far too many lonely nights tossing and turning in her bed that was much too large and much too empty as of late, whimpering and mewling as the ache between her thighs refused to ebb or fade away. She knew from experience that there was only one man in the world who could quell that aforementioned ache and provide her with the relief that she so desperately needed, and...well, that man was her daddy.

Even now, just sitting alongside him in his car as he drove them out of the parking lot, Anna was still unable to tear her doe-eyed gaze away from him. He was so handsome...his dark hair and violet eyes had been what had drawn her to him when they first met, and she was still just as entranced by them as she had been all those months ago. Then there was his body...he was built like an athlete, composed entirely of lean muscle that was more streamlined than bulging, with a trim waist and narrow hips that spoke of both strength and agility. To anyone else, he might have seemed dangerous and threatening, but to Anna, he was her daddy, and she knew better than anyone else that there was warmth to be found in his embrace and in the depths of his loving heart. So many people would have said that she was too young, that sixteen wasn't nearly old enough for her to feel the way that she did, and that she was too naive and childlike to involve herself with a man more than twice her age, but Anna knew that wasn't true--she would have given herself to Greed at any age; that much she was certain of.

She beamed, and the apples of her cheeks flushed with pleasure when he promised that he couldn't wait to try whatever she prepared for the both of them. Admittedly, cooking wasn't on the forefront of her mind at present time, because his thigh was warm and sculpted even through the fabric of his pants, and all Anna could think of was crawling into his lap even as he drove and straddling him so that she could kiss all over his face and neck and grind herself against him until she was too worked up to even see straight. There was that, or...thoughts of merely bending over his lap, tucking her hair behind her ears, and taking his gloriously thick cock out of its confines so that she could bury it deep within the wet and willing heat of her throat ran rampant through her young mind, causing her body to flush with rosy warmth in response. It had been nearly a week since she had taken him in her mouth last, and...she craved it more than almost anything else. She craved him more than almost anything else.] What if that's not all that I want to give you, daddy? [she asked softly, gazing up at him shyly from beneath her long, dark lashes and tentatively sliding her small hand higher up along his thigh until her palm was covering his bulge that, even when he wasn't hard, was impossibly huge. Gently, she curled her fingers around his clothed-cock and squeezed, leaning closer to him so that she was barely in her own seat anymore.]

When we get home, I...I want to show you just how badly I've missed this part of you too.

[And, of course, Anna wasn't the only one who had been aching. The only one who had been left wanting. Greed was a man with a healthy appetite, for pretty much all things. He wasn't Gluttony, not quite, but he was close, and when he wanted something, he wanted it powerfully and with an overwhelming passion. That meant money, that meant clothes, and art, and liquor, and cars, and status, and definitely women. He lived for the sensual, physical pleasures, to be worshiped and to have beautiful things to worship and love and use at his leisure. To go five days without knowing the taste of lips and the fit of a perky breast in his hand, and the warmth of a sweet, hot pussy under his fingers, or around his cock? It was almost criminal. Almost as criminal as the things he was going to do, and had already done to the girl in question.

But while he was Greed incarnate, he also wasn't going to betray her. It was hard, sometimes, for Greed to show restraint, to keep himself in check. He knew that he was a reasonably gorgeous slice of man, with many positive qualities and a relentlessly dark charisma that pulled people to him. It would have been easy to find countless beauties to spend his night with, to enjoy them as much as he needed and make the dull, throbbing ache of lust go away. But he didn't. Hadn't, ever since he'd become Anna's daddy, and she'd become his princess. That wasn't how things were going to be. He was greedy, but he was greedy for her and her alone. Greedy for that fine coppery hair hat he loved to feel drifting across his skin and through his fingers. Greedy for those big, gorgeous eyes that grew so hazy with lust, with pupils that blew out wide in the grip of passion. Greedy for those lips, that offered him kisses sweeter and hotter and more numerous than he could have dreamed. Greedy for her perfect, delicate young body that felt so fragile and vulnerable in his arms, but that he would never, ever hurt.

Well. Beyond what she enjoyed on occasion.

So he had held back, and he had suffered in his aching and his longing, and that meant that when her hand slid up his thigh, slid higher and closer until she was finally cupping over the shape of his cock in his pants, it didn't take him long to start to harden. A low, feral groan bubbled out of his throat and he tipped his head back for a moment, eyes fluttering closed before he remembered that, no, he was driving and he needed to focus, no matter how much he wanted to rip her clothes off and pin her down to the seat here and now, or drag her into his lap. Instead his hips just shifted up against her, cock already starting to twitch and swell to its considerable size.]

Oh, and it's missed you, too, baby girl. [For just a moment at a stop light he risked reaching out, grabbing the base of her neck and pulling her in for a hotter, filthier kiss. His tongue slid past her lips, claiming the heat of her mouth, and he growled, raking his sharper-than-average teeth lightly over her bottom lip before he let her go.] You're going to take every inch of daddy when I get you home, in every hole I decide I want. You belong to me, right, princess? Every inch of yo.

[Not even ten minutes they had been alone together, and already Anna was well on her way to begging and pleading for her daddy's magnificent cock. She had missed him so desperately throughout the week, to the extent that it had hurt, and so now that he was here, now that they were so close to the only place she really thought of as home that she could practically taste it, there was no helping or hiding Anna's need for him. She was embarrassingly needy as it was, of course, after growing up hardly any of the love and affection she had ached for on a daily basis, but with Greed, it was at least a thousand times worse...not a single day had gone by during the week where she hadn't longed for him, where she hadn't dreamed of him during the night and woken up to find her panties creamed and clinging to the swollen lips of her pussy that were flushed and sticky with the proof of her arousal, and she could only hope that it had been the same for him. She trusted her daddy, of course, with everything that she had inside of her, but...he was a strikingly handsome man, one whose devil-may-care attitude and bad boy appeal gained him more than his fair share of female attention, and sometimes Anna couldn't help but worry that there would be another woman, an older woman whose body had already finished developing and therefore wasn't so small and petite, that would catch her daddy's eye for good. She felt terrible for harboring such thoughts, of course, but their time spent apart was hard on her, especially when all she wanted to do was spend each and every evening taking her much older lover's cock in any and all of her eager little holes until she was stuffed and filled to the brim with his come and claimed entirely from head to toe. She wanted him to use her, and to own her...to ensure that, by the time Sunday evening rolled around once more, she would know very well just whom it was that she belonged to.

She knew that it hadn't exactly been the best idea to touch him like this while he was driving, but the moment Greed responded to her delicate little hand cupping the bulge of his cock through the finely-made fabric of his pants, it was all worth it. Anna watched, eyes wide and rapt with enticement, as her daddy tipped his head back and allowed a low and feral groan to tear from the back of his throat. The muscles in his jaw clenched and tightened, and already she could feel his length of his cock beginning to harden and swell to its full (and incredibly impressive) size beneath the heat of her small fingers. And when he shifted his hips upwards, forcing his bulge into the dainty palm of her hand, Anna squeaked, her cheeks flushed with the proof of her arousal as she squirmed in her seat alongside his. She was wearing her school uniform, of course, which meant a plaid skirt that just dusted across the top of her thighs and barely covered the pert curve of her ass, as well as a pair of knee high socks that left just enough of her slim and creamy legs on display, and so if anyone were to glimpse through the passenger window, they would easily be a girl who looked around fourteen at most with a man more than twice her age and her hand between his thighs. Surely they would be honked at, at the very least, or if worse came to worse, pulled over, and yet...despite the threat of discovery, Anna couldn't bring herself to stop or wait until they were finally home. It had been far too long, and her need for her daddy had reached an almost painful level of wanting.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one affected by their time spent away from one another. The moment they pulled up at a stoplight, Greed reached for her, and Anna's eyes barely had time to widen in slight surprise before he was yanking her towards him by the back of her neck and forcing her into a hungry and all-consuming kiss. Like fresh snow in the rain, she melted up against him, one hand staying right where it was on his swelling cock and the other trembling as she curled it around one of his broad shoulders. He pushed his way into the wet heat of her mouth, stroking her tongue with his own in a kiss that was filthier than any of the ones they had shared so far. Anna wriggled in her seat, rubbing her milky thighs together desperately as she felt yet another onslaught of sweet and sticky juices escape her wanton pussy and flood her the lacy pair of panties she had worn just for him. No longer caring about any and all of the people who might have been watching them at the red light, Anna lifted herself out of her seat just so that she could return her daddy's kiss with all the eager fervor of the young girl she was, her breath catching when his razor-sharp teeth dragged along the pouty swell of her bottom lip just before he drew away. A glistening strand of saliva kept them connected, and Anna mewled as she went to lick at it, wanting to taste as much of him as she possibly could.] All--all of my holes are yours, daddy...f-fuck them raw tonight, please. I belong to you. [she keened, and the small but supple swells of her still-developing breasts rose and fell with each panting breath that escaped her, rosy nipples shifting beneath the thin fabric of her blouse due to the fact that...well, she really wasn't in need of a bra just yet, given how tiny she was and she liked to make things as easy for her daddy as she possibly could. Unable to tear herself away from him for the rest of the drive home, Anna unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to his side of the car, squeezing desperately at his hardened cock and massaging it eagerly with her dainty hand as her head lowered so that she could pepper kisses all down his jaw and neck, nuzzling her nose sweetly into his skin and even licking wherever she could like a needy kitten.]

Please, daddy, hurry...let's go home; I--I need you to fuck me. I need...daddy, I need your cock...

[ooc: alsdhgsgs sorry my tags are long!! you definitely don't need to match me in length bby I JUST DON'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP EVER]

[She was never going to be disappointed, though, and she was never going to be hurt. It didn't matter that he could have anyone that he wanted, in his oh-so-humble opinion. The only one that he wanted, the only one that he needed, was her. He needed his Anna. He needed her touch, and he needed her desperate kittenish kisses, and he needed her milky smooth skin, and her perky little tits, and her snug, tight teenage pussy. He needed it all. She made him feel good and hot and magnificent in ways that no one else had, and he was going to give her exactly what she needed in return. Because he knew how much she needed him. He knew some of the pieces of her past, enough to know that he was always, always going to take care of her. A girl as sweet as her, as vibrant as her, as affectionate as her, left alone? With no parents, and a sister who barely paid her attention? That was unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. So he was going to give her all the affection and attention and love that she could stand.

And all the sex, too, that almost went without saying. He lived for her body, for every bit of her that he could get, and it didn't matter that she looked so young. Didn't matter to him, though it might matter to anyone looking through the window and seeing her in her adorable little uniform with her adorable plaid skirt. But Greed? Greed just loved her even more for being dainty and small and sweet and utterly his. She was the sweetest kind of forbidden fruit, and he meant full well to savor the taste of her thoroughly, to lick up all her juices and devour her until there was nothing left. That was how he always was, and the simple, overwhelming rush of her arousal, her need, that just encouraged him even more. If she was getting keyed up so quickly, so desperately, you could be damn sure that he was going to take advantage of the fact once they were behind closed doors. Once she was all his.

Ha, what was he saying? She was always all his.

A deep, low groan escaped him as she just leaned even closer, seeking more pleasure, more closeness. His cock was only getting harder under her touches and he knew that the instant they were inside, she was getting slammed against a wall, or some convenient flat surface, that he was going to rip her panties off - and probably leave the skirt, too, because she looked so damn good at it. His personal schoolgirl. His everything. But for now he had to focus on driving, because the red light was at an end, and as hard as he was getting, as much as he loved those little kisses and licks, he needed to drive. So he did, faster than he should, foot pressing down hard on the accelerator as she made his blood run hot and fast through his veins.]

Oh, trust me, you're going to get it, little girl, you're going to get it so good. [His fingers curled tighter on the steering wheel, enough his knuckles went white, and his cock strained obviously at the fabric of his pants towards her.] Daddy's going to fuck you until you can't even move. Promise.

[Anna really had tried to do her best to keep her hands to herself until they had at least managed to make it home for the rest of the night, but being so close to her daddy in his car had made it impossible for her to think straight, especially when he had made it very clear that he had every intention of re-claiming her for the entirety of their upcoming weekend. Greed had been her first everything, and with him, Anna had explored more kinks and fantasies and acts than she had ever thought possible. Because she had been even younger when they had first gotten together, she hadn't known to be ashamed of the way he made her feel, just as she hadn't understood that some things were more taboo than others. As far as she was concerned, everything that she and her daddy did both in and out of the bedroom was of the norm for them, even if the rest of the world might have considered it anything but. She wanted him to take her home and lay claim to every single one of her young and illegal little holes, to pound into her over and over again until the only word that could possibly describe her was fucked. She wanted to lose herself in the sexual prowess that was Greed, to worship his cock and beg for his come, because in her eyes, there was nothing better. Even now, she was already rubbing herself up against him like a needy kitten, whimpering softly into his ear and tenderly stroking along the shaft of his cock that had made itself incredibly apparent through the fabric of his pants with her small and dainty hand that wouldn't even be able to make a full fist around him by the time he was finally naked. He was driving dangerously fast now, and Anna wasn't even wearing her seat belt anymore, choosing instead to stay right where she was because every single rough growl that escaped her daddy's wondrous lips was a sound that shot itself right between her creamy thighs and made it next to impossible for her to make any sort of rational decisions. She was half-tempted to beg him to pull over so that she could crawl into his lap, tug her panties to the side, and impale herself on the thick and undoubtedly throbbing length of his cock right then and there, because she was so wet that it hurt, and she needed him.

But she knew that it would be a thousand times better if she waited until they were within the comfort of their home, safe and alone and out of the public eye. They wouldn't need to rush or hold back, and Greed would have no issue forcing his way into every single one of her eager little holes until she was left stretched and fucked raw and positively filled to the brim with his hot and sticky come. Even now, as his fingers turned white on the wheel and the massive shaft of his cock strained beneath her much smaller hand and threatened to tear free of its confines, her daddy was promising to give her everything that they had both been yearning and aching for during their week spent apart, reassuring Anna that it wouldn't be much longer until they could finally do just that. But he was driving at a very, very dangerous rate, and despite her the sweet scent of her arousal that had already begun to perfume the air and the fact that she was more needy for him than she could even begin to express out loud, Anna always put his well-being first, and now was no exception.] I can't wait, daddy...but slow down just a little bit, okay? I don't want you to end up getting hurt! [She gave his cock one last little pet with her tiny hand, kissing him chastely on the cheek and sitting back in her seat if only so that they could make it safely home. They needed to go out late at night when the roads were clear, just so that she could bend over in his lap and suck him off as he drove, because right now, it was physically paining Anna not to undo his trousers and take him deep in her throat as she had longed to do all week. Gingerly, she reached out and covered Greed's hand on the wheel with her own, gently stroking at his tense fingers and willing them to unravel.] Soon, daddy...we'll be home soon.

[Thankfully, it didn't take too much longer for them to pull into the driveway she knew like the back of her hand, and all of Anna's excitement came rushing back at once, flooding her veins and setting her blood on fire. No sooner had her daddy parked his car was the young sixteen year old hastily reaching for her seat belt and unbuckling it with anxiously fluttering hands, squirming in her seat as her heart began to race and pound against her delicate chest. This was what she had been waiting for all week, and finally she was receiving it. Beaming and grinning from ear to ear, she turned in her seat to look up at her daddy, eyes bright and smile bigger than it ever was when she was away from him. For someone like Anna, for someone who lived off of affection and physical closeness as if they were her only source of nutrients, even a day without Greed's touch left her weak and unsteady. Now, though, she was more alive than ever.] We're home! [she chimed happily, and without further ado, she was tossing herself at Greed as she had done back in the parking lot of her school, slipping her arms around her neck and feeling the back of her already-short skirt ride up along the curve of her perky ass as she bent herself over just so she could cling to her daddy. The supple swells of her small but bouncy tits pressed indecently into Greed's strong and muscular arm, but Anna paid no mind, choosing instead to smother his face yet again with kisses and kitten-like licks, one hand reaching past him to fumble clumsily with the handle of the door.] Let's go inside, daddy...please! I need you, I need you right now!

Edited 2015-01-12 00:09 (UTC)

[It was true, Greed really wasn't making things easy on her. Then again, Anna wasn't making things easy on him, either. The way she very nearly threw herself at him, crawling as close as she could with the gearshift in between them, when they were in separate seats? It was all he could do himself not to drive off the side of the road and strip her naked, or open up his pants and demand she get right to work with a large hand on the back of her head. Oh, he wanted that, wanted that so very badly. But he knew better. And even as his knuckles turned white he knew that he needed to calm down, relax, settle back so that he could get them home in one piece without a ticket. Trying to explain having a schoolgirl in the passenger seat and a massive erection to a cop? Not what he wanted to do with his time.

So there was a part of him that was relieved when Anna did slip back into her seat, buckled her seatbelt back on, even if not getting touched by her was pretty much the last thing he wanted right now. He took in a deep breath, forced hmself to be calm, and her kiss and her light strokes were helpful enough. Enough to get him to ease off the accelerator and drive safely and sensibly. Yes, they'd be home, soon, home and then she'd be his. Then, he would do every depraved and wicked and wonderful thing that he could think of to her, and he knew that she'd love every bit of it. She was his little girl, after all, and he'd been entirely responsible for shaping her sexuality, showing her everything that she could possibly want, crave. And she'd leapt into it so wonderfully, so eagerly, like she really did want nothing more than to belong to him and serve him, like she wanted nothing more than to be held down and teased, spanked, used roughly, let covered and filled with come both. Thank god he'd taken time to set her up with birth control. That was one accident he did not need happening, not until she was quite a bit older.

And then they were there, in the driveway, and right away she was flinging herself at him quite literally, shoving herself up against his side. He grinned at her, meeting those big, shining eyes, and quickly wrapped an arm around her dainty waist to pull her in against him, to squish her into the solid muscle of his size. Oh, yes, he wanted her, wanted her now and hard and he leaned in to kiss her roughly, deeply again, drinking in the taste of her mouth and growling against her lips, quick, sucking, desperate kisses that he kept up even as he used his free hand to unlatch his own seatbelt. He only pulled away to switch off the ignition and then to pull her into his lap, pulling her cinched against his chest as he stepped out of the car and never even let her feet touch the ground.]

I need you too, baby girl, so don't you worry, daddy'll take care of you. [And just like that, with his arm wrapped around her and his big hand wrapped under her ass, squeezing that perky, perfect rump so tightly, he carried her bodily out of the car and towards his front door. Unlocking it without setting her down was a bit of a trick, but he managed, strong enough to pull it off, and he grinned at her as he stepped across the threshold.] We're home, princess.

[It had seemed to have taken an eternity, but finally they were home, which meant that Anna was one step closer to reuniting with her daddy in the most carnal sense of the word. After an agonizingly long week of waiting, they had been given two full nights to spend together, and now all that the young sixteen year old wanted was to take every thick and throbbing inch of her much older lover's cock and beg for his come until she was both covered and filled to the brim with it. Every single thing that he did to her, no matter how depraved or filthy it might have seemed to the outside world, Anna absolutely adored it...despite her young and tender age, Greed had taught her so many things, opening her eyes and exposing her to a world she had previously been ignorant of. He had shown her just how good it could feel to be used and abused and downright violated by her strong and capable daddy, to the extent where it was something that she begged for on a regular basis. She loved when he dominated her, when he staked his claim over her in that possessive way of his and made it extremely clear that she was his baby girl and his baby girl only. Not that she would ever want anyone else, of course--even before she had turned sixteen, her pussy and her ass and her mouth had only ever known one cock, and that was exactly the way that Anna planned on keeping it for the rest of her life. Oh, and she was so glad he had taken it upon herself to get her prescribed on birth control...the very thought of him having to use a condom or pull out turned or off to no end, and perhaps that made her a bit of a slut, but Anna didn't care. It felt too good not to have her daddy come inside of her, and maybe one day it would be so that he could breed her, but for now, it was just so that he could fill her with his seed and leave her virgin-tight pussy glistening and dripping with the proof of his territorial mark without having to worry about...well, any more risks than they were already taking as it was.]

Mmm...uhn... [Soft little moans were the only sounds that Anna was capable of making as Greed claimed her mouth in a hot and hungry kiss, growling against her lips and tugging her firmly into his lap. She straddled him eagerly, unashamed and one-hundred percent willing as she parted her creamy thighs on either side of his toned hips and slid her arms around his neck, small enough that she didn't even need to worry about bumping into the steering wheel and setting off the horn. She fit so perfectly in his lap, just as she always did, and she would have gladly stayed there with him for the rest of the evening just so that he could continue fucking her wet little mouth with his tongue, but they had bigger plans...better plans. Her daddy only pulled away so that he could undo his seat belt and turn off the ignition, and then he was helping her with the door and pushing it open before cradling her in his arms, one rough hand cradling the supple curve of his ass as he refused to so much as allow her feet to touch the ground. Like the needy piece of jailbait she was, Anna clung to him desperately, continuing to kiss him feverishly even as he carried her towards the front door. Her daddy was so strong, and so it was nothing for him to carry her like this; more often than not, after all, Anna found herself snuggled up in his arms or on his back as he brought them from one room to another, and she liked it best when she could rely on him to keep her safe and warm. She kept both her slim arms and legs wrapped around him as he managed to unlock and open the front door, and then finally they were really, really home, and Greed was saying so much himself with that wonderfully wicked grin of his that she loved and adored with all of her young heart.]

Oh, daddy, finally! [Anna said breathlessly, and she let out a little squeal when his hand, rough and calloused, squeezed down upon the soft swell of her ass, causing her eager hips to buck forward against him. They were home now, and that meant that Anna didn't need to worry about anyone catching them, about anyone seeing them who might not have approved of her worshiping the cock of a man who was easily old enough to be her father. Here, within the safety and privacy of their home, there was no one to judge them, no one to tell them that what they felt for one another was wrong...it was their own little love nest, perfect for an entire weekend filled to the brim with snuggles and sex and kissing and absolutely everything in between. Later, Anna would curl up in her daddy's lap as he sat in his big armchair and tell him all about her week without him, but right now, all that she wanted was to beg and plead with him to fuck her harder than he ever had before. She was still soaking wet, and her skirt was bunched up around her porcelain thighs to reveal the glistening juices that dripped down them from her flushed and swollen pussy, and being held so closely against her daddy wasn't helping at all.] I need you to fuck me right now, daddy, please... [she mewled fretfully, sliding her hands down to his chest and rubbing at the taut muscles, her nose brushing against his and her rosy lips a mere hairbreadth from coming into contact with his once more.] My pussy needs you...my ass needs you, and my mouth, daddy. All of me needs you so badly...please, please, please. It's been too long. [As she spoke, she squirmed in his arms, slowly rocking her hips forward so that she could grind the dampened crotch of her lacy panties up against the strongly-defined expanse of his abdomen, tightening her legs around his waist and whimpering with the intensity of her desire for him. The small but supple swells of her tits rubbed into his chest, rosy nipples perking immediately due to how absurdly sensitive she was.] Please, daddy...I'll do anything.

[It was true, she felt like she had been made to settle in his lap. Her delicate little body was everything that he wanted, and nothing felt better than having her in his arms, totally at his mercy. And it was just so easy carrying her, easy controlling her with casual strength, making sure that she was his to toss around how he wanted. He would never really hurt her, after all, never do anything to her that she didn't enjoy, and he certainly hoped that she could trust him in that. It helped that just about everything he'd ever done to her, from the first moment they'd had sex, she had enjoyed enormously. When he manhandled her, when he pinned her down, when he spanked her or choked her or abused her in those delightful ways. But it was always for her pleasure. Always to care about her. She could stop him at a moment if she wanted to, because as strong as he was and as rough as he was, he'd always be weak for his little girl. His princess. She had all the power in the world when it came to him, whether she knew it or not.

Of course, that didn't stop him from loving how she clutched at his body like the most desperate girl in the world. He could almost smell the perfume of her arousal filling the air, and he could certainly feel how she was grinding against him, rubbing so closely, needing more. It was there in the sight of her big, lust-fogged eyes and her parted lips, and the way she sounded breathless, even now, right on the edge of sanity.]

Oh do you? Do you need it that bad? [He chuckled softly as he asked the question, giving her ass another tight, possessive squeeze. Yes, possessive, that was a very good word for what Greed was. He had to be careful not to leave marks where anyone could see them openly, couldn't let anyone be asking questions or wondering what she did with her mysterious and much older daddy, not until she was finally legal. But that didn't mean he couldn't nibble at her pale skin beneath her clothes, that he couldn't bite at her perky budding breasts, or grab her ass so tightly he left bruises on her round cheeks. He nipped at her ear now, carefully but sharply, his voice still low and teasing.] Is your little cunt burning up that bad for daddy's dick? Mm?

[His hand went to her hair again, pulling at her, tugging her back so that her neck was arched and her throat was bared. Leaning in, he ran his tongue across her skin, dragged it across her smoothness, feeling the quick beating of her pulse. His teeth scraped over her neck, leaving little red marks in their wake that would fade in minutes, but looked so lovely now. And because he can't help teasing her, can't help playing with her cute mind, he just had to purr, and smirk, and jab at her a little more.] What would you do, princess? What will you do to get daddy's cock inside you, hmm? Do you have any ideas?

[They had just barely made it home, and already Anna had been reduced to little more than a wanton and whimpering mess of pure need. Her daddy always tended to have that effect on her...he was just so strong, and so handsome, and he positively radiated raw sex appeal as if it were his full-time job. She hadn't been lying when she had told him that she would do anything if it meant being gifted with his magnificent cock--there was absolutely nothing in the world that she wouldn't do if it meant being fucked by her dominant daddy, even if she had to beg or plead or degrade herself for him in the process. Besides, she liked being her daddy's naughty little girl, his young and needy slut whose legs spread so easily for him that he might as well have been paying her. Nothing that they ever did was too much for Anna, even if it oftentimes felt as if she were one second away from passing out or falling unconscious. She was easily overwhelmed, yes, due to her tender age and how naturally sensitive she was, but that didn't mean that she didn't crave the sensation of her daddy--her master, even--enforcing his control over her by pinning her down and fucking her within an inch of her life, or grabbing for her delicate throat and choking her while he used his free hand to tease her eager cunt. If anything, she was just as desperate for it as she was for everything else in regards to Greed, and she hoped that, over the course of the weekend, he would find every single excuse to use and abuse her until she was covered and stuffed full with his come and could hardly even move. She liked how rough he was with her at times, if only because the aftermath of it all more than made up for it--her daddy always made sure that she was properly taken care of in the wake of their more brutal trysts, running a warm bath for them both and holding her close as he murmured sweet nothings in her ear and carefully worked her over with a wet wash cloth. And then there were the marks and bruises he left on her creamy and previously-untouched skin in abundance that Anna loved more than anything else. Throughout the five days of separation that would follow, she would lay in bed at night and allow her fingers to trace every mark he left on her, reverent and worshipful of the proof of her daddy's claim over her young body. In return, she did her very best to mark him just the same, because at least he didn't have to worry about people noticing. In fact, Anna liked the idea of all of the women who would have paid good money to be with him seeing her little love-bites and hickeys all over his neck and down his collar...she liked it a lot.

She also liked how good it felt to have her doe-like legs wound tightly around her daddy's toned waist as she squirmed in his arms like the impatient child she still was in so many ways. His endurance might have been incredible, but Anna's was practically non-existent--she still didn't know how to handle being teased and taunted when she was as desperate and needy as it was, and it shone on her dainty features that were always so easy for him to read. That was why, more often than not, she came at least three times before Greed even managed to reach orgasm once; her young body was overly-sensitized, as if every single one of her nerves had been turned up to high just for him. Now was certainly no exception to that--all she was doing was canting her hips forward so that she could grind herself against him, and yet she might as well have been humping his leg like a bitch in heat. Her panties were soaked through, and the crotch of them rubbed up against her poor little pussy every time she so much as shifted an inch or two, drenched lace pressing into her swollen clit that now peeked out from her flushed and sticky lips. Greed was teasing her now, and Anna gasped and trembled responsively when his large hand squeezed down on the curve of her ass yet again. Oh, she loved when he touched her there...whether he was fucking her tiny little asshole with his cock or his tongue or his fingers or any of the assortment of sex toys he had taught her to love and crave, Anna was nothing short of addicted to having him pound into her tightest and most forbidden hole. She nodded and whimpered helplessly when her daddy asked if she needed it as bad as she was claiming to, her eyes squeezing shut and a distressed little mew of a sound fleeing her kiss-swollen lips when he pressed his hot mouth to the delicate shell of her ear to whisper into it. He...he had such a wicked tongue...]

Daddy, it hurts... [she said with a soft and frustrated whine, one that quickly turned into a startled gasp when her much-older lover slid his free hand up along the fragile expanse of her back to slide it into her hair, yanking her head back and forcibly baring her the vulnerable hollow of her throat to him as well as the fluttering pulse that raced right beneath it. It was the slight sting of pain that came with being maneuvered to her daddy's liking that caused Anna's lips to part on a silent cry, her eyes squeezing shut once more as his lips descended upon the canvas of creamy skin he had just put on display. He licked all along her slender neck, even allowing his razor-sharp teeth to flit out and drag into her flesh, and Anna couldn't help but quiver, wriggling in his arms and making all sorts of kitten-like mews and whimpers as her overheated cunt continued to pulse and throb behind the panties that were all but clinging to her wet heat. She could hear the sultry, taunting purr in Greed's voice, and she knew that her daddy was teasing her mercilessly...something that she both loved and hated. He was a God among men, both in and out of the bedroom, and so there was no stopping the young sixteen year old from offering up her body to him to do with as he pleased.] I'll beg, daddy...I'll get down on my knees and strip myself bare and beg for your cock; I--I told you, I'll do anything. [she moaned breathlessly as his hot tongue continued to trace patterns into her sensitive skin, arching her back and thrusting her small breasts forward so that she could keep her throat submissively bared to him. There was little that she could do when he was holding her hair like this, but the silent display of dominance over her still allowed Anna to buck her hips feverishly in need of something to rut up against and hump.]

I'll suck you off, daddy, please. I'll take your big and delicious cock into my mouth and--and I'll choke on it, daddy, and moan the entire time because it feels so good. I've just...I've been wet all week long, daddy, and it--it hurts so bad not having you inside of me! Please!

[And it was true, Greed would always take care of her in the aftermath. As much as he enjoyed being rough with her, being brutal and teasing and vicious and demanding and even degrading, he enjoyed cleaning her up and making her feel loved just as much. Probably even more. Kissing her bruises, wiping her clean of come, making her feel relaxed and worshiped and beautiful... yes, that was the best thing of all, and he knew that as much as he'd spend the next two days fucking her absolutely brainless, to the point that she was ready to pass out in his arms and that she'd have marks and bruises covering every inch of her body that clothes would safely cover, he'd spend just as much time betting her hair, holding her in his lap, taking nice long baths with her, and all the rest. She was his princess, and she'd get everything. The sweet and the spicy both.

Even if right now, he was especially in the mood for the spicy.

She was too, of course, that much was obvious, and he could feel how she was rutting against him, her need animal and overwhelming. He wondered, if he touched her right now, shoved his hand into those sopping wet panties and just touched her, would that be enough to make her come? Because he was certainly good at that. He made it a point, to drive her over the edge as many times as possible, and by the time they were done, she usually out-came him at least three times to one. He almost made a point of it, a challenge, to see how many times he could make her come in a day, in a weekend, hell, even in just an hour. It was fun.

But not yet. Not just yet. Teasing her was far too much fun and she was making it so easy, too, with what she gasped and whimpered out on that cute little voice that just reminded him of how young she was. That shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did, the constant reminder that she was less than half his age, that she was barely old enough to fuck and certainly not old enough to be legal. But it did. He loved her tiny budding tits and her big doe-like eyes and her squeaking voice, loved her schoolgirl skirts and adorable braids. It all just made him even harder, and if that made him the foulest kind of pervert, then so be it. But she was his, his little girl, and that was all that mattered.

With one last sharp bite to her throat, he moved his lips to her ear again.] I'm going to let you go, little girl. When I do, you're going to take off all your clothes, mm, except that cute little skirt and those cute little socks. You know daddy loves seeing you in them, right? Seeing what a filthy, precious little slice of jailbait you are. And then when you're naked for daddy, you're going to get down on your knees, and you are going to beg, oh yes, you're going to beg like the filthy slut dadddy knows that you can be. And if you do a good enough job, daddy will use that pretty hair of yours and fuck your mouth so hard you forget you're anything more than his personal fucktoy. [When he was done, he gave her ass another hard squeeze, his fingers sliding between her cheeks enough to tease that sensitive little hole.] We clear, princess?

[They'd better be, because he was already lowering her down to her feet.]

[Sometimes Anna couldn't help but wish that Greed was her real daddy, that he had known her ever since she was a little girl, that he had raised her. It certainly would have taken care of all those years of loneliness, after all, and never would she have spent any amount of time feeling lost and helpless and unloved. He would have taken such good care of her, just like he did now, and Anna wouldn't have minded in the slightest if she had been even younger when he started touching her, when he started showing his love for her in different ways. And she would have been so good to him, too...he wouldn't have had to go back and forth from woman to women, always in constant search of someone new to warm his bedsheets, because there his dutiful little daughter would have been, more than willing to curl up with him at night and give him everything that her young and tender body had to offer. Besides...it wasn't as if she didn't already seem at least a couple of years younger than her sixteen years, and she already knew that she would have loved Greed at any age. He might as well have already been her father as it was anyway--it was certainly what most people assumed more often than not. It was what Anna wanted. She loved being his special little princess, because it didn't just mean that she was loved and coddled and spoiled, it also meant that he fucked her positively raw whenever he could, violating her illegal little body for all its worth and leaving her covered in bruises and come by the time all was said and done. Hopefully that was what would happen tonight, and then all weekend as well--Anna wanted so desperately to be left an utter mess, brainless and debauched in what could only be described as the most passionate reunion in existence. So what if it had only been five or so days? That was five or so days too long as far as Anna was concerned, and she didn't like knowing that her daddy had been forced to tend to his own needs all week long when she should have been there to do it for him.

She was rutting against him like she was in heat at this point, her squirming hips moving feverishly and with more raw need than any sort of skill whatsoever, because it was all instinct at this point--instinct, and the urge to beg and plead with her daddy over and over again until he finally took mercy on her and allowed her to dutifully worship his thick and throbbing cock. Greed's lips up against the delicate column of his neck, and his wickedly sharp teeth, had her whimpering 'daddy' over and over again, high and sweet and keening. His teeth were somehow much sharper than she had ever thought possibly, and feeling them drag along her soft and ridiculously sensitive skin was simultaneously too much and not nearly enough. She wanted him to bite her, to sink those dangerously sharp fangs of his into her tender inner thighs, her supple asscheeks, her perky tits...wherever he could afford to leave marks without anyone noticing once their weekend together had come to an end. She couldn't go back to school in her little schoolgirl uniform, with her hair plaited down the middle and her socks tugged primly up above her knee, with bite-marks and hickeys all over her neck, even though Anna personally wouldn't have minded in the slightest. Elsa would have been positively livid, and her teachers who were already so concerned about the tall and muscular and much older man who picked her up from school at the end of every single week certainly wouldn't have allowed a slender neck that had clearly been used and abused to go unnoticed. One last sharp nip to her neck, however, that would more than likely leave a mark until the next day at the very least, pulled Anna out of her hazy and lust-filled reverie, and she gave a breathy little cry, nodding fervently when Greed promised to put her down if she promised to beg for his cock like the wanton whore she was for him. It was no secret that Anna got off on sucking her daddy's delicious dick just as much as he got off on having it done to him; she loved having him fuck her mouth and her face and her throat, feeling him yank on her braids and use them as reins until he eventually came all over her tits and face or deep down her slutty little throat. And everything that he was saying to her in that rough growl of a voice of his...it was enough to have Anna's needy cunt that was already so sopping wet cream her soiled panties once more, and in an instant, she was babbling out some sort of incoherent response that could only be taken as a yes, yes please before her daddy was lowering her onto the ground for the first time since they had set foot inside of their house.]

I'm your slut, daddy...all yours. [she mewled for him as she eagerly fell to her knees, tipping her head up and tilting her neck just so that she could gaze up at him, all doe-eyed innocence but with the sort of mouth that was made to be pounded into. Obeying his every word, she began to unbutton her dainty little blouse, pulling it up and over her head and causing the pert swells of her tits, moving freely without anything to restrain them, to bounce enticingly as she set the nuisance aside. She squirmed out of her soiled panties as well, placing them on the floor alongside her in all of their cream-drenched glory, until finally she was on her knees for her daddy in nothing but her scantily-short skirt and her virgin-white socks that came just above her knee. She tucked her braids carefully behind her ears for him to tug on as he so wished, and when she gazed up at Greed once more, clearly admiring the sheer strength and power he exuded so easily, her eyes were shining with her eagerness to please, her eagerness to be used. His cock was still so hard, straining obviously through his pants, and Anna wanted more than anything to tend to it with her willing mouth, to have him pull it out and slap her with it because almost nothing else turned her on as much as him smacking her around with her favorite part of his anatomy did.] Daddy, please...I want you to fuck my mouth so badly; I want to taste your come. [she begged for him, her voice pure and earnest and needy, and she leaned forward to rest her small hands on his muscular thighs, turning her head to the side so that she could nuzzle her cheek against his throbbing bulge, little mews fleeing her lips as she did so.] I want you to use me...use me to make you feel good... [she continued softly, rubbing back and forth and back and forth before turning her head to face him once more and parting her lips so that she could mouth hotly at the shape of his cock in an attempt to suck him off through his pants. She suckled at him like a newborn babe, her tongue eagerly stroking along the length of him even through the heavy layers of fabric that kept them separated, and all the while her wide-eyed gaze never left his.]

[No secret at all. He knew the kind of girl that Anna was, because he had made her that way, he had turned her into exactly what she was now with his own hands and his own cock. In a way, he really had raised her. He was her daddy, right? And he would always be her daddy, would have happily been her daddy in any situation. He had asked himself the question before, too, what if he had really been her flesh and blood, what if she had been his girl? And he knew that he would have fucked her anyway. Almost certainly. Oh, he did his best to take care of her, to be good to her, but he was still a wicked man, he was still the man who had picked up a precious little schoolgirl and taken her virginity in every hole, who had fucked her rough and trained her to love being spanked and teased and choked and left an absolute brainless mess by the time that he was done with her, deep in sub-space and unable to even think clearly at his hands.

The thought only returned when finally she was on her knees, whimpering for him so desperately. Down below him like that, made even tinier by the position and with those big, beautiful eyes shining up at him, she looked so much younger and once again he just enjoyed the thought, enjoyed the sight of her pulling off her blouse to reveal those petite, perky tits that bounced so cutely for him. Oh, he was going to play with those, too, squeeze her little titties in her hands, play with her nipples, pinch them, tug them til she squealed, suck all over her and bite her too, oh yes, leave marks for her to remember and worship in the aftermath. But for now she was exactly where she was supposed to be, dressed in as little as she should have been, with that skirt and those socks to add a wicked spice to what was going on. And as she knelt there, looking like the most precious, illegal slice of heaven in the world, she begged him, begged him on such a cute, keening voice with the filthiest words tumbling out. When she could even speak, of course, when she wasn't too busy rubbing her face against him, needing him, sucking him through his clothes in a way that made him moan so raw and low and husky, his hand already closing around the back of her head so possessively.]

You know I will, princess. [His voice was smoky with lust, even lower and rougher than usual now that she'd gotten him so damn turned on. Keeping a tight hold on her head, he rocked his hips forward, grinding against her face, her cheek, her hot little mouth as it sucked at him.] You're daddy's toy, remember? Making me feel good is what you're for. Being my sweet little cumdump. And I've been needing you for so long, Anna, I've been needing my girl, I've been needing to fuck you so goddamn badly. I'm not going to stop until I've wrung every drop of come out of my cock, and I don't care if you pass out in the middle of it. [Smirking, he grabbed both of her braids at the base of her skull and jerked her head back. With his other hand, he slowly, teasingly began to open up his pants, until finally they were sagging down his thighs, until he could let his cock spring free, so hard that it almost hurt.] Open your mouth, slut. [And when she did he took his cock in hand, smacking the thick slab of it against her cheek, against the neck, back and forth with teasing stroke, and then down a few times against her tongue.]

[There was almost nothing else in the world that Anna loved quite as much as being on her knees for her daddy. That was where she belonged more often than not, after all, and that was where she preferred to be most when she wasn't snuggled up in his lap or splayed out beneath him on the king-sized bed he had pounded into her on dozens of times in the past. It reminded her of how big her daddy was, of how strong her daddy was, and how no one would ever be able to claim half as much sex appeal as he had at his disposal. He was a man's man, with streamlined muscles that she always found herself worshiping and admiring, and the sort of cock that shouldn't have been able to fit inside of any one of her tight and illegal little holes. Even now, despite how often he claimed her as his own, Anna still struggled to fit so much as half of his deliciously thick dick inside of her pussy and her ass and her mouth, but they always found a way, even when her young muscles would protest and attempt to push him out. Anna liked being fucked raw and stuffed to the brim with both cock and come, and her daddy knew that better than anyone else...he also knew that there was nothing that she would object to when it came to him, whether it was a brutal spanking or being choked so hard that she came close to passing out. Everything that she knew and loved in regards to sex was all thanks to him, and as a result, Anna had learned to crave even the most naughty and depraved things that he did to her.

Like now, for instance. Wearing absolutely nothing aside from her schoolgirl skirt that had always been just a tad too short for her and a pair of prim little socks that did hardly anything to cover up her doe-like legs and drew even more attention to them instead, Anna couldn't have seemed older than thirteen or fourteen, especially when her daddy towered over her the way that he did. She could have easily been his daughter, and for all intents and purposes, she was, even if most daughters weren't supposed to be on their knees for their daddies with their still-developing tits on display, rosy nipples perked and pebbled due to their exposure. Her small little breasts were so sensitive, especially due to the fact that they were still growing every single day, and she could only hope that her daddy would take it upon himself to provide them with some of the relief that they so desperately needed. For now, though, Anna was more than content to suckle at his throbbing cock through the confines of his pants, mewling helplessly and dampening the rough denim with her wet and eager little mouth. Then, Greed was taking over, and with all the strength he was known for, he grabbed at the back of her head, forcing her to stay right where she was so that he could grind himself up against her face. Listening to him moan in that deep, husky way of his caused Anna to mewl yet again; she loved knowing that she was making her daddy feel good. And the things that he was saying to her, also in that low and smoky voice of is...they drove Anna wild. He was calling her all sorts of names, each of them dirtier and more degrading than the last, and the young sixteen year old could do nothing more than nod and moan through her wide-open mouth, eyes fluttered shut as she eagerly allowed herself to be used and abused and humiliated. Because it was all true...she was his little fucktoy, daddy's precious baby girl who was good for nothing aside from taking his cock and spreading her legs. And she loved it.]

Ah! Daddy! [Anna cried out when he yanked her back by her braids, her big blue eyes tearing up reflexively from the sharp stab of pain that did little to lessen her arousal and everything to heighten it. She whimpered softly, gazing up at him pleadingly as he kept her away from the cock she was practically addicted to, to the point and extent where it hurt not being able to touch, taste, and feel it. She struggled pitifully to incline her head towards it, rosy lips swollen and glistening with her own saliva, but he held her firmly in place, forcing her to watch as he used his free hand to slowly, tortuously slowly, undo his pants.] Daddy, please... [she whined softly, her voice keening and sweet and all too needy as she shifted restlessly on her knees, squeezing her creamy thighs together in an attempt to dispel some of the ache that had formed between them. Finally, and not a moment too soon, her much-older lover revealed his beautiful cock to her, and Anna immediately let out a breathy little moan at the sight of it. Thick, long, and far too big for her to so much as wrap her hand around, her daddy had the world's most perfect cock, and Anna gladly would have spent the rest of her life worshiping it. He ordered her to open her mouth for him, and the young slut did so eagerly, parting her reddened lips and tilting her head up to him obediently. He took the length of his shaft in one of his hands, then, and smacked the blunt head up against her cheek, causing a startled little squeak to flee Anna's parted lips. He didn't stop there, though--he slapped her around the neck with his pulsating dick, smearing pre-cum all over her porcelain skin before finishing off with a swat to her small pink tongue.] Mmm...ohhh...daddy, you're so big...so big, and so good...

[Hoping that she had finally been given permission to suck him off, Anna delicately rested her small hands on her thighs, straightening primly beneath him and tilting her sweet face upwards so that she could meet his gaze. She offered him an adoring little smile, and without further ado, inclined her head to press a searing hot kiss to the blunt head of his cock. She rubbed her pouty lips all along the weeping slit, glossing them with her pre-cum before allowing her eager little tongue to dart out and lap at her daddy's sticky essence, mewling like a little cockslut all the while.] Oh, daddy tastes so good...baby girl wants more, please...[Barely coherent through her little mewls and moans, Anna's lips trailed further down still, kissing all along his meaty shaft until she had reached his heavy balls. Squeezing her eyes shut, she drew just one of them into the wet heat of her mouth, because that was all she could take, and she suckled at it desperately, wishing more than anything that she could taste the come inside of it. With a wet little pop of a sound, she let it go, flushed and breathless as she moved onto the next which she lavished with just as much attention and care, licking and lapping at the swollen flesh as she so loved to do. Then, when she could no longer help herself, she began to kiss her way back up along his thick shaft, licking at the heated flesh with her kitten-like tongue and moaning wantonly as she did so.] Fuck my mouth, daddy, please...fuck it so hard, make it hurt... [Keening sweetly, she parted her swollen lips once more to welcome just the throbbing head of her much-older lover's cock into the warm and wet heat of her mouth, and even that was almost too much. Still, she suckled at it greedily, hungrily, like a newborn babe drinking from its mother's breast, and that was when her eyes fluttered shut once more, an unconscious expression of blatant and undiluted bliss washing over her delicate features.]

Mmm...uhn...mmm...

[There were so many places that it felt like Anna belonged. In his lap most chiefly of all, a throne fit for a princess, that one, but pinned beneath him, too, and in his bed, and in his shower, shoved up against a wall, belt over the arm of a couch or a table, with his hand clasped over her mouth as she squirmed against the stacks of a library. On her knees, though, having her on her knees was definitely near to the top of the list, one of his favorite things to do. Whether it was to set her down there with her mouth hanging open and her braids wrapped tightly around his fists, or to have her ass raised and thrust invitingly for him for him to oh so brutally stretch out her tiny, tender holes until she could barely take any more, he always loved having her on her knees. It didn't matter what part of her was getting fucked, or if it was all of it.

Really, it was usually all of it.

But one thing at a time, and right now he was so enjoying the power that he held over her. The way that she strained so eagerly and so futilely against his hold on her hair, how she strained forward like there really was nothing in the world she wanted more than to take his cock into her mouth. And he knew that it was true. She had been made to service his cock, yes, she might not be his real daughter, his flesh and blood, but she had been born to serve his cock all the same, born to be his to fuck and fill and use to his heart's content. So it was little surprise when she squeaked and moaned when he finally let that cock touched her, slapped her with it right across her pretty face, even. He knew that she loved being degraded, just a little, just as he knew that she was fully aware it was all just for fun, that he didn't mean the words he said, not really. She was daddy's girl and he loved fucking her, but he loved her, too, thought the world of her, and all the filth and all the fun was just that - fun and games. She was his desperate little slut in the bedroom, but she was his perfect princess in the rest of the world, and that was just how he liked it.

Then her mouth was on him, and he relaxed, letting go of her hair for the time being. There would be plenty of time for using those lovely ginger braids as handles, they both knew that, but he liked letting her cut loose now and then, prove just how much she wanted to please her daddy, just how much she wanted to worship him. And that was exactly what she did. She kissed him and sucked him and tongued him like his cock held the elixir that would give her life, like she was a girl dying of thirst in the desert. And as she sucked over him, swallowed one of his balls into her mouth and then the other, his cock only grew harder, twitching and throbbing with pleasure as he moaned. God, her mouth was good, so hot and perfect and so fucking small. Everything about her was, and sometimes he really did think he'd just break her when he tried to fuck her, it looked like he'd just break her tiny cunt right open. It was a thought that was hotter than it should have been, and yet they always found a way, and she always came screaming again and again and again. That was the most important thing, after all. Her pleasure.

Though his was pretty important right now. He smirked down at her, reaching down to slide a large hand around the back of her head. She somehow managed to spread her lips wide enough to take the head of his cock into her mouth, and even that little bit seemed like it was filling her up, stretching her jaw so wide. His teeth glittered and his eyes were hot and wicked with lust as she begged him, begged him to use her, and he dragged her a little bit closer, until his cock was hitting the back of her throat.] Oh, want me to fuck your face, little girl? Want daddy to stuff his cock down that pretty throat of yours? [His cock rocked back and forth slowly and he sighed, tipping his head back for a moment to relish in the heat of her mouth, the slickness of her tongue.] Mm, I don't know. The last time I fucked your mouth you almost passed out on daddy's cock, aha, it just filled you up so much. And I know you don't want that again...

[Of course not. That would just be filthy.]

[Anna was bound and determined to make up for every last moment of lost time that her and her daddy had spent without one another during the last five or so days. Being away from him was so hard on the young sixteen year old, especially when she depended on him as much as she did for everything, and she so often found herself wishing that she could just move in with him permanently, that she could fall asleep at night a sated and boneless mess in his strong arms and wake up every single morning with his cock already inside of her, whether it was because she had decided to surprise him with her mouth or because he had decided to take advantage of her vulnerability in her sleeping state by stretching out one of her tight little holes that was still wet from just hours before. And she'd take such good care of him, too...she'd prepare all of his meals and clean the house from top to bottom, and she'd always make sure that her daddy was tended to the moment he came home from work. She'd be his dutiful little daughter, his dutiful little housewife, and not once would either one of them ever feel alone or unloved. She knew that so many people thought that Greed was a selfish man, a cruel man, but though he might have been rough around the edges in more ways than one, Anna knew better than to think that his heart had only been made to care for himself. He had taken her in, he had practically raised her, and not a single day went by where he didn't spoil her absolutely rotten, giving her everything she hadn't even known she wanted without even having to ask for it in the first place. He was perfect, and he was all hers.

And his deliciously thick cock, too...Anna liked to think that it was hers to play with, to suck on and be forced to take in every single one of her needy little holes, and to say that she was addicted to it would have been the understatement of the year. She had been taught and trained by her daddy to love and crave both his cock and his come, and even at the tender age of sixteen she found herself turning into a desperate and shameless little whore the moment he tugged his glorious dick out of his pants and offered it to her. It was like she went into some sort of heat whenever she was around her daddy, and that was why she was constantly bouncing up and down on his cock in one way or another, pleading and begging with him for more, more, more because it was never enough. Now was certainly no exception--barely fifteen minutes they had been home, and after a week spent apart, Anna was already on her knees with him the swollen head of his cock in her wet and willing little mouth, lapping at the weeping slit of it in an attempt to swallow every last drop of pre-cum she could milk out of him. Even just the head was almost too much for her tiny mouth, and if her rosy lips were forced to stretch this wide and she hadn't even managed to take half of him, she'd be choking and gagging before long. But she liked when that happened...she liked when he fucked her face without mercy, when he pounded into her throat and left her on the verge of blacking out because she could hardly breathe. Her daddy had taught her to love so many depraved, debauched, and humiliating things, and right now, Anna was craving all of them at once. Just a moment ago, her much-older lover's hand had let go of the back of her head so that she could do as she pleased, but in an instant it was back, dominating and controlling her with ease. A moan, soft and sweet and all too eager, reverberated around the blunt tip of his cock, and when she glanced up at him just once and saw that wicked smirk of his that she loved so much, her cheeks flushed with pleasure; for all intents and purposes, he might as well have been pleasing her.]

Mmm...mmmm... [Her helpless little mewls were muffled as her daddy began to use the strong hand he held so firmly at the back of her head to guide her down the thick shaft of his cock, but still heard and felt nevertheless as he stuffed her mouth to the brim with his impossibly-huge dick. By the time the leaking head was hitting the back of her delicate throat, Anna was gagging, a choked little gasp of a sound causing her eyes to tear and her perky tits to bounce with the suddenness of it all. Already he was pressing up against the back of her throat, and he was barely halfway in. Slowly, her daddy was fucking her mouth, sliding his cock back and forth over her tongue but never going quite as deep as both of them knew she could take. He was taunting her with those wicked words that fell so easily from his lips, and Anna whimpered around his throbbing shaft, because she did want all of those things...she wanted him to use and abuse her hot little mouth for his own pleasure; she wanted him to shove the entire length of it down her throat and fuck her face brutally until she really was on the verge of unconsciousness. So she raised her tiny hands and brought them to his toned thighs, rubbing and pawing at them desperately like a kitten in search of cream, and she nodded her head feverishly, nearly causing his cock to bob out of her mouth in the process.] Uhn...mmm... [she whimpered again, her eyes needy and hazy with lust, and then, just to make sure that he knew she had no qualms with being violated on her knees like the underage slut she tended to be more him, Anna fluttered her eyes shut once more, bracing herself with her hands on his thighs as she lowered her pouty lips onto the last five or so inches of his throbbing cock. The tight muscles in her throat immediately protested, convulsing and contracting wildly and trying to push him out, but Anna refused to let that happen, even as she gagged and choked and her eyes continued to tear. Like the good girl she was for daddy, she took him hilt-deep into the warm and wet heat of her throat, until his heavy balls were pressed up against his chin and the bulge of his thick cock could be seen right where her pulse was fluttering at the vulnerable hollow of her throat.

It shouldn't have been possible for her to take this much of him, and clearly her body felt the same. She was flushed with rosy heat all the way down to the supple swells of her young and tender tits, and if Greed looked close enough, he could watch the way the delicate muscles in her throat fluttered and twitched so rapidly beneath her creamy skin, desperate to rid themselves of the bulging cock she had taken balls-deep. Anna wouldn't have it, though, because she was in heaven, and it showed all over her sweet face, pleasure and bliss written into every single one of her dainty features. With a soft moan that he would feel from root to tip, Anna buried her nose in the thatch of well-groomed hair at his crotch, and then she swallowed around his cock--once, twice, three times, tight muscles all but milking him into coming then and there.]

[If Greed thought that he could get away with it, if he thought that Anna's sister wouldn't finally snap and call the cops on him for doing something so shamelessly crude and blatantly illegal with her, he would have absolutely invited Anna to stay with him. To be his and his alone, his sweet little domestic girl. He loved the idea of being able to come home to her every day, to being able to find her in the kitchen where he could bend her over the counter and lift her up by her dainty hips so her cute little toes barely touched the floor, fucking her until she screamed in nothing but an apron. He wanted to wake up every morning to her cute little face, her nose pressed close against him, and then roll her over so that he could force his massive cock into her snug little cunt, to fuck her good and send her off to school with a womb full of his sticky hot come and the smell of him hanging on her like the most decadent perfume. And he already knew, knew for sure, that when she turned eighteen? When she was finally, actually legal? She was his. She was all his, and there wasn't a damn thing anyone, Elsa or anyone else, could do about it. He was keeping her.

And Anna wanted it. He knew that. He could see it in those big, beautiful eyes of hers as she looked up at him, feel it in the way she lapped and sucked at his tip like the only thing she wanted in the world was a nice thick load of come to spray into her mouth and down her throat, to fill her up. She'd get that, oh yes, she'd get that alright, his balls felt so aching and swollen from the days away from her and he needed to come so very badly. He'd been saving it, just for her, and by the time this was over she'd be damn near to bulging from all the come he was going to pump into every one of her holes. But first she had to earn it. First she had to be a good girl and make him come, something that he knew full well she could do, and something that he was going to enjoy every second of.

Which she only proved as she took matters into his own hands. He had teased her with those filthy words, shoved his cock into her mouth until she started to cough, gag, and yet she only wanted more. Only pushed for more. Her hands rested against his thighs and he relaxed the hand on the back of her head, keeping it there but not forcing her as she, instead, shoved herself down every inch of his cock. Oh, yes, it should have been impossible, he should have been much too big for her to take, that was obvious, and yet she still swallowed him down bit by bit, drool dripping down her chin and tears shining in her eyes and wet, thick noises coming from her throat, but she took him all the same. Took him until he was buried in her, so deep, spreading her throat out in ways that it never should have been spread, and she moaned from it, moaned around him, her eyes shining with bliss, her pupils so big they almost swallowed up her eyes.]

Fuck, princess, yes, yes that's so good... [He sighed out the words thickly, tipping his head back as he just relished in the feel of her wrapped and squeezing around him. Her muscles strained and quivered, her breaths came hot and fast against his pelvis, and he knew that it was probably difficult, if not impossible, for her to breathe. But instead of letting her off her wrapped her braids about both his fists, holding her tightly, and started to slowly grind against her pretty little face.] What a good little slut you are for daddy, yes... You want daddy's come that badly, baby? Do you need it in your tummy? Because your throat is clinging so tight, mmn, just like your hot cunt. Fuck, can you even breathe? Do you care? I know my little whore loves come more than she loves air. [For a moment he pulled her back by her hair, almost like he was going to let her off, but halfway down his cock he just jerked her back, slamming into her throat, her nose bumping against his hips again.] Ohh, yes, I'm going to fuck you brainless, baby.

[Maybe she would be able to convince Greed that it would be for the greater good if she spent Sunday night at his house, too, if only so that she could spend up to the absolute last moment before she had to leave for school tangled up in the sheets with him, or pinned up against the shower well as he had his wicked way with her over and over again. She liked the idea of being sent off to school with a load of daddy's hot and sticky come deep in her tummy or her womb, she liked the idea of still feeling it drip into her panties even when she was sitting primly in her desk and waiting for class to begin. Because whenever she was forced to leave the home that she shared with her much-older lover, it all but destroyed Anna, and she cried every single time they parted ways once their weekend had come to an end. At least this way, he'd be able to drop her off at school, and she could even suck him off as he drove her there so that she could still be licking his seed off of her lips by the time she was scampering out of the car. Oh, she liked this idea very, very much, and she mentally reminded herself to bring it up to her daddy as soon as they had managed to get their fill of one another--Elsa wouldn't like it, of course, but at least Anna would be going to school, because her daddy would always, always make sure that she got the sort of education that she needed. Though...what her elder sister didn't need to know, however, was everything else Anna had learned ever since she had become daddy's precious little princess. She already hated Greed enough as it was, but if she were to see her baby sister now, on her knees with a cock so big and so thick in her throat that she couldn't even breathe? If she saw what a desperate little cockwhore her underage sister had become? Her poor daddy would be sent off to prison, and Anna refused to let that happen under any circumstances. As much as she might have wanted to sing about their relationship from the rooftops and exclaim happily about it to anyone willing to listen, Anna knew that they needed to be careful...she knew that she needed to keep daddy safe. And so that was exactly what she tried to do.

A mixture of her own spit and Greed's pre-cum was dripping down from her reddened lips, trailing along her delicate neck and over the small swells of her still-budding tits in glistening rivulets, shining on her perked nipples and marking Anna with the proof of her daddy's claim and ownership over her. She almost wished that there was some sort of collar she could wear for him him, one with a special tag that read "daddy's princess" and was attached to a leash that he could yank on and tug as he pleased. She liked the idea of being his obedient little pet, his underage sex kitten that had been born and bred to take cock inside of every single one of her slutty little holes. Perhaps these weren't the kind of thoughts a girl of barely-sixteen should have been having, especially when she looked even younger to most of the world, but her daddy had taught her so much throughout the time they had been together, to the extent where Anna didn't understand what was taboo and what was vanilla in terms of sex. Everything they did together was considered normal to her; everything that they did together was wonderful. Like now, for instance--having her daddy's magnificent cock in her mouth hadn't been nearly enough for a girl as desperate and wanton as Anna, and so she had done her absolute best to take him deeper still, stuffing her throat full of every last aching and throbbing inch of him until she could just barely breathe, and not very well at that. Tears shone in her dewy-doe eyes, but they were still hazy with lust and bright with unrestrained pleasure, because she loved this...she loved being used and treated like a whore; she loved having her daddy exert his dominance over her and violate her within an inch of her life. His reactions to everything that she did made it so incredibly worth it--he was tipping his head back and groaning for her, thrusting his hips forward and keeping his hand tight at the back of her head to show her just how naughty of a girl she was for him, to show her just how good of a slut she really was. She was daddy's filthy little whore, his cunt and his bitch and his underage slice of jailbait, and hearing him growl as much as he forced his way down her throat had Anna's already wet and sopping little pussy throbbing even more between her lily-white thighs that quivered and rubbed together in a clear display of pure need.]

Uhn...uhn... [She was moaning softly as her strong daddy reached for her silky braids and wound them around his fists, yanking her up against his hips and grinding her pelvis into her face. His balls slapped roughly into her chin, and her nose was buried in his crotch to the point where she was no longer able to breathe through it anymore. The struggle for oxygen sent her body into an instinctive mode of panic, the delicate muscles in her throat clenching frantically around the thick and meaty cock stuffed forcefully inside of it as if to push it out, but even then Anna felt nothing but bliss. He was right--she needed come a thousand times more than she needed air, and so even as her vision became blurry with both black dots and tears, she just kept swallowing around him, whimpering and gagging and choking and trembling all over. Her mouth was just another warm and wet hole to her daddy right now, one that he could pound into without mercy, and Anna gave into him willingly, because he tasted and felt so good, and at this point she would do anything for his come. Suddenly, and without any sort of warning, he was yanking her back by her braids, and Anna barely had time to let out a startled little gasp before she was forced back down yet again, his cock working its way into her throat and causing it to bulge obscenely once more, a sound that would have been a piercing scream reverberating around his cock escaping her helplessly. She had been able to catch her breath for but a moment, but it had been enough to keep her conscious, enough to spur her on and keep going. Tears were streaming down her face now, and she was gagging more than ever, but still she didn't stop, because she loved this, oh, oh, she loved it more than anything else.]

Mmmph--mmph! [The suddenness of his hips coming at her face had caused her to squeal in protest, but even then the sound was muffled and broken and felt more than heard. Her shaky hands were still pressed up against his taut thighs, rubbing at them desperately as she tilted her head and stretched her lips even wider in an attempt to take even more of him, breathing out hotly onto his swollen balls when she was finally able to draw air. The hands in her hair made it almost impossible for Anna to move, but she dragged her abused throat along the thick length of his cock as best as she could nevertheless, even though she could only move her lips up an inch or so before her daddy's near-violent grip forced her to stay right where she was. Instead of bobbing her head up and down, she focused on keeping him deep inside of her slutty little throat, swallowing and flexing the tight muscles so that they rippled around his throbbing dick and hopefully brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She wanted him to pound away at her little mouth that might as well have been just another cunt to him at this point, to feel him violently fucking her like a ragdoll until his hot seed was spurting into her tummy and on her face, dripping down onto her still-developing tits until she was nothing short of positively filthy and positively his. Opening her tear-filled eyes, she whimpered and looked up at him, rocking her throat along his cock and squeezing her thighs together pathetically so he could see how desperately they shifted and squirmed beneath her short little skirt. She needed him to come, and hard. If she could have spoken, if she could have pulled away long enough to breathe, she would have begged him with everything she had in her. As it was, she could only allow herself to lose herself to the pleasured bliss that came with swallowing her daddy's cock and continue to make him feel good, to rub her chin up against his heavy balls to stir the load inside of them, to use her eager tongue to stroke along the underside of his velvet-covered shaft even as her throat was stretched and torn open.]

Mmm...mmm? [It was almost a question, almost a plea, and most definitely a cute little mew that was only accented by her wide and teary eyes and desperately-clenching throat. She tried to bob her head again, whimpering at the strain it put on her hair, and then she lowered her hands onto her thighs just so that she could squeeze her small tits together, hopefully reminding her daddy of every single instance where he had slid his cock between the silky-soft mounds and fucked those as well.]

[It would be so hard to deny her, if she did ask to stay. It was already hard enough for Greed to send her home at all, to deliver her back to where she technically belonged, when she was his little girl, his precious princess. Much better to have her with him always, sleeping in his bed, curled up at his feet while he worked, cooking his meals and doted on by him constantly, wearing nothing but that cute little skirt and a smile, and maybe a collar around her throat. Oh, yes, he'd love to have a clear sign of his ownership over her, he really would, a collar to show that she was her daddy's cute little kitten, or a tattoo on her soft pale skin that she could never hide from, or something. Because she was his, and while he'd leave her smeared with his come and covered in bruises and bitemarks everywhere that he could stealthily leave them, that was all sadly temporary. He needed more. She deserved more. He wanted to make sure that she never did and never could forget that she was daddy's girl, every inch of her, body and soul.

He was certainly claiming her now, using her now. The way that she gasped and shuddered and gagged around him once upon a time would have worried him, with her throat spasming and tears streaming down from her big, gorgeous eyes. Once, he would have worried, pulled her off to make sure that she was okay, that he wasn't being too rough, too much for her little body to handle. But that was then, that was when they had started, when she had been even younger and more delicate and he hadn't yet known just what a depraved and filthy little jailbait slut she'd turn into the longer that he fucked her, before she had proven herself so utterly willing to shove her face down his cock and swallow his whole when she good, when he knew that she wanted to be choked and spanked and bruised and used until she couldn't move. Now? Now he knew that he could go as hard on her as he wanted and she'd just thank him for it in the aftermath, that she'd be fine as long as he held her close and cleaned her off and kissed her pretty, lust-bruised lips, and told he what a good girl she was.

Because she was. She was his good girl, and she always would be, and he ached for the day that she'd be grown up enough for him to take out, to lead her around and show her off as his girl. Oh, she'd still be scandalously young, but at least in two years she'd be legal. Eventually he could take her out to clubs, dress her in the sluttiest, most shameless outfits possible and let people stare at her, want her, as she draped onto his body, wearing his collar, his come filling her up, knowing that she was only his. Nothing could be better.

But for now he was more than happy with what he had. Her throat clutching around him so tight, her tongue working desperately to lick around his cock. It was clear that she wanted more, needed more, with how she strained against his grip on her hair to bob over his shaft, with how she kept swallowing around him to make pleasure pulse through his dick. It was hot, and it was amazing, and he wanted more of that, too, so much more, so he dragged her almost all the way off by her hair again, and then drove himself back deep into her throat. And again. And again a third time, slamming in nice and hard and holding her close so that she could barely breathe all over again, so that she could shudder and watch her vision go dark and wonder, just wonder, if he was going to let her off this time. If he would let her catch her breath.

He hadn't missed the way that she had showed herself off, though, the way she had been so subtly but clearly hinting at something more. Truth be told, Greed loved her tits. They were small, still growing, but they were oh so sensitive and the most adorable nipples that always got so stiff and desperate to be teased with, that was what mattered most. Not the size, but how pretty they looked on her small, too-young body and how much he could make her moan and whimper and melt when he played with them, and sucked them, and bit them. So he drew his cock slowly out of her mouth, nice and slow, until it was popping loose with ropes of thick, sticky drool still linking him to her mouth. His hand still on her braid, he ground himself forward, smearing her wetness on her face as she caught her breath.]

Want to use your pretty little tits on me, princess? Do you want daddy's cock down there, too, so you can smell like him all over? Maybe I'll shoot my first load all over that pretty face.

[That would have been an absolute dream come true for Anna. Being away with him was so hard, too hard, especially when she was constantly going home to a near-empty house instead of the home that she loved and cherished so near and dear to her heart. Elsa cared about her, this much Anna knew and understood, but she was an intensely private person, whereas her baby sister was the exact opposite. Anna lived off of attention and affection like it was her daily bread, and so sometimes she felt as if she were withering away in her big empty house, especially on the stormy nights, the thundering nights, where she was solely tempted to call her daddy and beg him to sneak in through her window so that she could fall asleep with him spooning her from behind and, even more preferably, with his cock nestled snugly inside of her so that she could really feel safe and secure. One day, and hopefully sooner rather than later, Anna would find a way to prove to Elsa just how good Greed was to her, and she would move in with her daddy and never ever leave. Then, they'd do everything that they wanted and more. She would go to school every single day and make her daddy proud, of course, with her good grades and her extracurricular activities, and then she would come home and wait for him, tidying the house and stripping down to nothing but one of his t-shirts or perhaps just keeping her schoolgirl skirt on for him as well as a collar that they would hopefully have made, and very, very soon. He would come home to a homemade dinner and an eager little kitten who was all too willing to great him at the door with kisses and hugs and exclamations of joy, and she would ask about his day, and tell him how badly she had missed him while he was gone, and then show him how badly she had missed him as well...it would have been nothing short of heaven for the young girl, and it would be the driving thought that ran through her mind throughout the upcoming week when she tried to remind herself that all of this, all of the loneliness and the heartache that came with missing him, would someday all be worth it. She would gladly allow him to tattoo her, as well, to brand her as his own and permanently, and then she would beg him to come all over it at least once on a daily basis, because that was hotter than she could even fathom.

He didn't need to worry about being too rough with her anymore. She was delicate and small, of course, and perhaps far too young for him to be using so abusively, but she wanted it, and it was clear in the way that she came to him time and time again on her knees, pleading with him to make it hurt, to show her just who it was she belonged to without leaving a single ounce off doubt in her lust-hazy mind. To Anna, it was just another way for him to take care of her, and in return, she took care of him as well. Her daddy was a virile and hot-blooded man with all the endurance and stamina of a stallion, and he needed his heavy balls drained on a daily basis; he needed a warm and willing set of holes to pound into and claim as his own by shooting load after sticky load inside of them and leaving them stretched and gaping and practically torn apart. Like now, for instance--he showed her no mercy as he clutched onto her braids that had once been plaited so neatly, choosing instead to snap his strong hips forward relentlessly, slamming his throbbing cock down her throat and forcing Anna to gag and choke and come dangerously close to falling unconscious. Her vision was more blurry than ever now, and she wasn't sure how much she would be able to take, but she wanted it still, she wanted it all. She was helpless, and she might have been brainless as well at this point, as he used her ass his own personal fucktoy, yanking her back and forth on his cock and teasing her with the possibility of being able to catch her breath before taking it away just as swiftly. But she let him--every single time he pulled her back up, she desperately tried to bob her head back down, uncaring of the fact that she couldn't breathe and knowing nothing but her desire for her daddy's rock-hard dick. This was what he had made of her, this was what he had turned her into, and this was the role she had so eagerly accepted. Maybe one day he really would be able to show her off in public, and then everyone would be able to see what a nasty little whore she was for her daddy.]

Mmmph--ah! [This time when he yanked on her braids, he pulled her fully off of his cock, leaving her a gasping and shuddering mess on the floor beneath him. She was delirious at this point, her eyes just as glossy as her bruised and swollen lips, and for a moment she swayed, her gaze refusing to focus as she weakly struggled against the urge to fall unconscious. She whimpered, though, because despite how delirious she was, she still recognized the loss of his cock in her mouth, as well as the fact that the only thing keeping her connected to it was a thin and glistening rivulet of his pre-cum and her spit. Whimpering once more, she struggled to part her reddened lips, mouthing desperately and blindly in search of her daddy's cock, but he forcibly tugged her forward instead so that he could rub his hot and slick shaft all over the side of her face, smearing the flushed apple of her cheek with his wetness. At this point, she hardly knew what was going on, but she took a moment to catch her breath, panting softly and nuzzling into daddy's cock because it was there, and she needed it. He hadn't even reached orgasm yet, and already Anna was worn out, though more than willing to keep going until she really wasn't able to remain conscious. She was a teenager, after all, and an insanely horny one at that, and she would never, ever tell her daddy to stop or that she needed a break until they had both had their fill

I...what? [It took her a moment to understand what he was saying, because she was still just a little out of it, and she had been far too distracted by the cock she had been nuzzling up against like a faithful little pet to really make much sense of anything. Slowly, she rubbed her bruised lips along the side of her daddy's shaft that he was keeping her in reach of, and she licked softly at the velvety flesh, tasting her own spit and his delicious pre-cum and lapping it all up. Finally, though, his words made it through her jumbled mind, and just like that, a hazy little grin was overwhelming Anna's delicate features, and she nodded happily, eagerly, because if there was anything that she loved almost as much as deep-throating her daddy, it was having him use her budding little tits to get himself off, thrusting his cock between them until he finally came all over her. She still remembered how insecure she had been the first time he had seen her without her training bra, worried that her small breasts wouldn't be enough to please him, but he had wasted no time in reassuring her that that wasn't the case at all. Now, he lavished her tender little tits as often as he could, taking advantage of how sensitive they were and making her melt every time he so much as teased one of her pert nipples.] Oh, daddy, yes...please, please fuck baby girl's tits...want your come all over my face, daddy, please... [she keened for him softly, her voice just slightly hoarse from her brutal throat-fucking, and she gave the glistening slit of his cock one last sloppy kiss before gingerly easing herself out of his grip so that she could position herself for him on the floor. She laid back for him, her legs spread carelessly and her messy braids splayed out beneath her, and her skirt rode up her parted thighs to reveal the soaked crotch of her lacy panties that she had already creamed so many times, clinging so stickily to the flushed and swollen lips of her underage pussy that practically begged for relief. She arched her back wantonly, mewling and squirming in need, and her dainty hands came up to cup her own tits, squeezing the small swells together and rubbing the combination of her spit and her daddy's pre-cum into her young and nubile flesh. Open and defenseless, she was his for the taking, and he could have done absolutely anything to her.] Daddy...I'm ready, daddy, please. I--I want to be your whore... [Such filthy words had no right to sound so sweet, but as they tumbled past her cock-swollen lips, her eyes still hazy and glossy but focused solely on him, Anna made it work, and she squeezed at her perky tits just a bit more, creating a nice and slick crevice for her daddy to slide right into.]

[It didn't matter how long it took and it didn't matter when it happened and by the time she turned eighteen, it didn't matter what anyone else had to say. One day, one day very soon indeed, Anna was going to be completely and totally Greed's. That was just a fact, a fact that Elsa would have to live with, that the rest of the world would have to live with. It didn't matter what he had to do, if he had to lay Anna down and fuck her right in front of her sister to show Elsa exactly how good to be to her, but he'd do it. He'd prove that he was worth her, he'd prove that he could make her happier than anything, and when that day came he would make sure that he spent the rest of his life doting on her, worshiping her in his own way, making her feel loved and cared for and satisfying every desire that she had. And that of course included her desires to be manhandled, fucked, brutalized, degraded, and left a sticky, breathless, mindless mess at his hands, capable of nothing more but panting and whimpering in her overwhelmed state.

And then he'd pick her up, clean her up, stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and make sure that she was safe and happy and healthy. So he could do it all over again.

Though now even he was worried for just a moment if he'd gone too far. To be honest, the idea of fucking her until she passed out had always appealed to him, just a little, because what was a surer show of his domination, and of her dedication, that she would let him do that to her, trust him to? And he'd wake her up, of course, by fucking her until she came herself awake, and that would be so satisfying all on its own. But still, he didn't want her in a dire state, didn't want her to actually be hurt, and the selfish part of him, the greedy part, didn't want her exhausted and used up so terribly soon. But though she sagged, stumbled, looked glassy and fucked out and brainless, she still nuzzled into his cock, sucked at his shaft as he rubbed the massive thing against her face, just that sight proving again how tiny and young his girl really was, younger than her years, and oh, he always did hope that would remain the case.

Finally, though, finally she was coming back to him, rising out of the haze, and along with it came an eager smile, bright and sunny as anything despite his rough handling. He smiled right back and let go of her hair, let her ease herself back as she purred out those adorably needy words. She looked so good, sprawling herself back on the floor, skirt flopping up to reveal what a mess her tiny jailbait cunt had become, and oh, he wanted a taste of that, wanted to run his tongue all over her sticky folds, and cram his big fingers inside of her to make her squeal again and again, and then finally fuck her, yes, force her open until she was ready to break in two. Before he could get too distracted, though, she was arching, sliding her hands over her dainty little tits, and he knew what he needed. Truth be told, she didn't really have the build for tit-fucking, but that didn't stop him. It was another way to see her dainty size, her youth, and to see how desperate she was to please him, to be a mess for him. That was worth anything.

Slowly he moved down over her, knees planted on either side of her chest, and he lowered himself down until his cock simply flopped between her breasts. It looked obscene, resting against her pale and delicate body, his cock so thick and dark and throbbing and her tits so milky soft, but he rubbed against her all the same, gliding into her slight cleavage, both of them so wet and slippery from her drool. One hand reached out to grab her hair again, pulling her a little closer, while the other held his cock in place against her.] Oh, you will be, you'll be daddy's perfect whore. You're going to make his dick feel good, right? Because that's what you're good for. I'm going to fuck you, little girl, treat you like a filthy bitch all night, fuck you until you don't remember your own name, until you don't remember anything but how good daddy's cock feels inside you and that you want to make him come over and over again.

[Rarely ever did she and Greed manage to make their way into his bed before losing themselves in one another completely, but that was more than okay with Anna--she was her daddy's slutty little kitten, and that meant that he could have his wicked way with her wherever and whenever he liked. She would do anything for him both in and out of the bedroom, and she almost felt as if she had been born and bred to take cock, as if her makeshift father had done his best to ensure that his little girl would know from a young age that her sole purpose was to make him feel good at all costs. It certainly seemed like the case right now--despite the fact that he had hardly done anything to make her feel good, Anna was on cloud nine, mindless and overwhelmed and and all too blissful solely due to how much she loved being used at her daddy's disposal. With her slim little legs parted so carelessly and her thighs spread wide, the proof was in her mess of a cunt; glistening and swollen and flushed all over, it begged to be fucked, to be stuffed so full that she could hardly breathe. It didn't even matter that she was as tight and tiny as she was, because her daddy had proved time and time again that she was still capable of anything he felt like forcing upon her, whether that was his massively huge cock, one of their favorite toys, or, if he was feeling particularly brutal with her that evening...his entire hand. More than once, her daddy had buried every single one of his fingers inside of her eager little pussy, thrusting them all inside of her so that she had no choice but to writhe and squirm and fuck herself on his thick wrist. And as dirty and depraved and humiliating as it was for Anna to get off on something like that...she did, time and time again, because her young little cunt would greedily suck up any and all of the attention her much-older lover was willing to dote it with, even if it meant that she'd be left a stretched and come-drenched whore in the aftermath of it all, eyes glassy and unfocused and each of her doe-like limbs boneless and helplessly twitching.

Right now, though, Greed's pleasure was what mattered most. He was so close to reaching climax, and Anna could see it in the way that his cock, hot and hard and heavy, seemed to throb right before her hazy eyes, balls swollen and throbbing with each pulse of sticky seed that wanted to burst its way through to the tip. Her body opened up for him like a flower, ripe and blossoming, and she arched her back even more as he knelt over her, holding her in place with his knees on either side of his chest and the weight of him pressing down on her tiny frame. It was just another way for him to show his dominance over her, to make it very clear that she was his jailbait slut and no one else's, and just the knowledge of what he was doing to her caused her poor, aching little pussy to cream itself yet again, sweet and sticky juices dripping down her thighs to stain her knee-high socks that had once been so white and pristine. It wasn't long before her daddy was making himself comfortable on top of her, slipping his cock that might as well have been as thick as Anna's wrist between the tight little space she had created for him by squeezing together her tits that were still positively drenched with her own salive and his pre-cum. She almost wanted to beg him to spit on her, to make things even more deliciously slick and wet and filthy than they already were, but her daddy's need was imminent, and she refused to be a selfish little bitch by making him wait even a moment longer. A breathy moan of awe and admiration tumbled freely past her swollen lips when he thrust his hips forward, nestling the thick length of his cock snugly within the warm and wet heat of her slight cleavage and merely holding it there so that she could smell the musky and masculine scent of his crotch that went straight down between her thighs like his own personal blend of aphrodisiac pheromones. How was it possible for one man to be so sexy? Gazing up at him now in all of his dark-eyed and sinfully handsome glory, Anna once again reflected on just how lucky she was to have him...surely so many other women would have done anything to be in her place.]

Daddy, you're so hard...so hard, and I want to--ah! [Her keening little mews were cut short by the sudden sensation of her much-older lover reaching one of his roughly-calloused hands into her hair and tugging hard. She whimpered, because the pain was so so so so good, and obediently allowed him to hold her head up off of the ground even as her delicate little neck strained and protested. She liked when he pushed her body to its limits, when he tried to determine how far she could go, and she wondered if...if he really would fuck her until she passed out tonight. She hoped that would be the case; it--it sounded so good.] Your filthy bitch, daddy, that's all I am. [she whimpered again when he taunted her, squirming beneath him fretfully in an attempt to urge him to move, to buck his hips forward and use and abuse her still-developing tits until the space between them was rubbed raw and he was shooting his load all over her little schoolgirl face. Between her thighs, her mess of a cunt was pulsing along with her racing heartbeat, and before Anna could stop herself, she was grinding her legs together desperately, working a bit of friction and heat between them to ease the throbbing ache that had formed.] Daddy, baby girl wants your come...please, please, please, can't she have it? [Panting breathlessly, Anna squeezed her perky tits together around the length of her daddy's huge and throbbing dick, arching her back as best as she could so that she could rub the supple swells into his swollen, heated manhood, the head of it nearly smacking her in the face every time she moved due to how big it was.]

Daddy, please...make me your slut, daddy, your little teenage slut...

[She was grinding her thighs together frenziedly now, mewling helplessly and tossing her head back so that she could gaze up at her daddy as she rubbed her small tits around his cock; he was right, she didn't really have the build for it, but what she lacked in voluptuousness she more than made up for in sheer eagerness. Parting her lips so that when he did come, she'd be able to swallow at least a little bit of it, Anna fluttered her lashes up at Greed, her eyes half-lidded and pleading, begging, beseeching him to debauch her with his sticky seed, to utterly brutalize and demean her until she was nothing more than a cock-hungry whore at the young age of sixteen. It was all she wanted, all she needed, and she hoped he realized that.]

[Her pleasure would come soon enough. Greed really did relish in it, in making his little princess feel good in any way that he could. There had been days where he'd made her come so many times that she couldn't even keep track, days that he'd just kept her bucking and twitching and screaming for her daddy to see how long he could draw it out, how much he could make her feel before her little pussy simply couldn't handle anymore. It was fun for him, and he was already looking forward to using her up and making her come for him over and over again. Maybe this time he really would make her pass out from sheer, overwhelming pleasure. He knew that he could do it. He'd pushed her close enough on occasion, and she always seemed to simply want more, more, more. She really was his little girl that way, just as relentlessly greedy and hungry like her daddy was, even if it wasn't quite for the same things.

Like now, like just now. He watched the pleasure in her eyes, the heat, the way that she strained up against him. She arched her back and shoved her little chest towards his cock, squishing in her tiny titties around him. The friction was smooth and warm and delicious against his sensitive skin, and he groaned thickly as she tried so desperately to please him, to make him feel good, make him come for her. She wanted it so badly, wanted to be filthy and sticky for him so badly and just hearing her beg for it, just seeing the desperation in her eyes made him feel even hotter, made his cock twitch and throb. It had been a full day since he'd last come, saving up for this, just for this, so she'd have as much thick, sticky come as she wanted to swallow and to let fill her up and splatter across her cute face, and now he could really feel it building up in his heavy balls, making him ache and clench with need.]

Mm, you are, baby girl, you're daddy's good little slut, his filthy little princess, and I'm going to treat you like it. [His hips rocked slowly back and forth, one hand still on her head and the other keeping his shaft pressed down between her tits. They weren't big enough to hold him in place, but that was fine, they felt more than good enough against him and it was almost better, seeing how delicate she was, how tiny, years younger in looks than she really was, and she was already much too young.] I'm going to fuck you like the nastiest little cumslut in the world. I'm going to fuck you like I hate you, little girl. [Because he knew she'd want nothing more, wouldn't want to be treated any more gently than that. She wanted bruises and she wanted aching and she wanted him to rip her cunt in two with the brutal thrusting of his cock, and she'd get it all.

Soon enough. But not quite yet, not now, because he was fucking her tits properly, grabbing her head to pull her closer, forcing himself past her lips on every stroke. It wasn't much, shallow little pushes into the heat of her mouth that quickly popped loose when he pulled back, but it was an added flare of pleasure all the same. And he didn't need much. Not now, not after everything, not after how desperately he'd been needing her for days. Finally he tipped his head back, letting her off his cock, and let out a near roar of pleasure as he came, shooting rope after thick, hot rope of come all over her, into her mouth and onto her face and all across her delicate little tits. She was going to be a complete and total mess.

And it was only round one. Round one of so, so many.]

[This was exactly what Anna had been waiting for all week long: her daddy, her daddy's cock, and the realization that she was finally able to make up for every single one of the long and lonely nights she had spent without him. Maybe she really was too dependent on him for her own good, but going with Greed, going without this for so many days at a time had been enough to have her on the verge of dissolving into tears by the time Thursday rolled around, and Friday hadn't come a moment too soon. This was only the beginning of a weekend filled to the brim with sex, both love-filled and tender and rough and near-abusive, as well as moments of sweet and simple domesticity, of curling up in her daddy's buff arms and forgetting that the rest of the world so much as existed. Greed, for everything about him that so many people considered harsh and abrasive and terrible, was a thousand times more of a comfort to Anna than anyone else had been ever since the death of her parents. He had all but raised her, taken her in as his little girl as if she really were his flesh and blood, and she had seen firsthand that, despite his bad reputation, he was the best man that she had ever met. He was her hero, and she worshiped him as one.

He was also her master, though, her hot-blooded daddy who didn't take no for an answer, and by the time next weekend finally came to be, Anna hoped that she would have a pretty little collar wrapped around her delicate little neck as proof of his claim over her, one that would be attached to a leash (perhaps a leather one, made specially just for him) that he could easily use to yank her around wherever he pleased. For now, though, the proof of his ownership over her would just have to be his seed, hot and sticky and thick, spurting all over her fresh face and her small but bouncy little tits that shouldn't have been allowed to be used and abused for a man's pleasure for at least another two years--or three, even, or four, because the fact that Anna could have easily passed for thirteen didn't exactly help matters in the slightest. Greed kept one hand on the back of her head, firmly holding her in place as he used the other to keep his spit-slicked cock nestled snugly between her too-small breasts. Maybe one day, when she had finally finished developing, they'd be bigger for him; maybe all it would take was him stuff her unprotected womb to the brim with his come so that she could have daddy's baby, maybe then her breasts would swell and expand and fill with sweet cream, and he could lose himself in them, could do whatever he wanted with them because she belonged to him and him only. For now, though, she was on birth control--no matter how happy Anna would have been to start a family, even she understood that doing so while she was underage would result in her daddy winding up in jail at the very least. That didn't make the thought of him breeding her as his naughty little bitch any less appealing, but they had a lifetime to spend together, and so there was no need for either one of them to rush.]

Ohh! Daddy! Daddy, yes! [Anna gasped out in a startled and breathy rush as, without any warning whatsoever, Greed finally began to fuck her glistening tits with earnest, forcing himself between them and pounding her delicate frame into the carpet beneath her with each snap and thrust of his toned and taut hips. He might as well have been pumping into her eager little pussy for how wantonly she was responding, crying out and nodding feverishly in response to every single humiliating thing that he said to her and struggling to hold her wildly-bouncing breasts still enough for him to thrust between. There would be bruises all over her small chest by the time he was finally done with her, bruises that would be painted with the very same come that Anna wished had made her. On every upwards thrust, the swollen head of his weeping cock was forced into her parted mouth, muffling her broken cries of pleasure and and causing Anna's head to fall back against the floor with an audible thud. Without even needing to be inside of her, he was already fucking her senseless all over again, but she didn't just lay there and take it, because her daddy deserved an active participant, and that was what he got: an eager and willing little cockwhore who writhed and squirmed and squealed beneath him like he was paying her to. She had been intimate enough times with Greed to know when he was close to orgasm, and now was almost certainly that point. His eyes were dark and stormy with the lust he was trying so desperately to satiate, and his jaw was clenched, his nostrils flaring as he fought and clawed his way to climax. He was devastatingly beautiful and obscenely sexy to her in that moment, like something out of a dirty magazine that had been catered exactly to Anna's taste, and finally, finally, he was nearing the end of his rope.]

Uhhhn--DADDY! [Anna all but shrieked when, with a particularly rough thrust, her master's massive cock swelled, twitched, and throbbed between the dainty swells of her tits, unleashing itself at once and at full-force. Anna was helpless to do little more than watch as his head tipped back and a primal and animalistic roar of a sound fled his parted lips, loud enough to shake the windows and alert every single one of their neighbors into what exactly was going on within their four walls. Greed seemed to lose complete and utter control of himself, and for a moment he was just so vulnerable, and Anna was just as eager to please as always as she struggled to milk his twitching cock with her swollen tits, rubbing back and forth even as spurt after spurt of sticky seed shot out and covered her all the way up from her chest to her face. She took every single drop like it was water and she was dying of thirst in the desert, mouth wide open and lips quivering desperately in search of the come she needed to survive. By the time her daddy began to wind down from his climax, Anna felt as if she had come right along with him, and she laid beneath him on the floor, flushed beneath the sticky sheen of come he had quite literally drenched her with. She swallowed what was in her mouth, licking her lips as if she were in a daze and gently rubbing at her creamy tits in an attempt to massage his seed into her supple flesh.] Oh, daddy...so good... [she mewled, and she barely had to lift her head to nuzzle against the tip of his satiated cock, smiling softly and tilting her neck to give the shaft of it a sweet little kiss. Relishing in the fact that she was covered in the proof of her daddy's release, she looked back up at him, eyes slightly dazed but bright with adoration nevertheless, a bashful little grin lighting up her delicate features.] Do you feel better, daddy? Did baby girl make you feel good? [Gently, because she knew how sensitive he would be post-climax, she licked a tiny lick along the length of his cock, and then kissed it once more with a sweet little giggle of a sound.] I missed this, daddy...I missed you.

[Sometimes Greed did wonder what she'd grow up to be, his little girl. If she'd stay as delicate and sweet as she was, if she'd be twenty-five some day and still look nearly half her age, look the same as she did now. Or if she'd blossom some day soon, if her hips would fill in and her breasts would swell and her features would mature into breathtaking beauty. Sometimes, he didn't know just which he would prefer. Sometimes he wanted her to stay like this forever, to be his perfect little jailbait cunt forever so that he'd always feel that sick tingle of taboo as he shoved his cock inside of her, as her cute little face twisted up in pleasure that was nearly pain. And sometimes, he wanted to see her as a radiant, glorious woman, his woman, wanted to take her heavy soft breasts in his hands and squeeze them tight, and maybe suck them dry, yes, heavy with milk as she was heavy with his child. Because one day, oh, one day he was going to knock her up, yes, one day she'd be off birth control and he'd make sure to fuck her until his cock was right up against her womb, shoot spurt after spurt of seed deep inside of her, and not stop until she was pregnant. She was going to be his sweet little breeder bitch, and it would be just one more way to claim her, truly, purely.

But that day would come when it came, and it was a long way off. He wanted her to finish school, wanted her to grow up to be the best princess that she could be, and when she was ready, when they were both ready, she'd be the perfect little mother to his children, even if she'd still always be his little girl. But for now, he loved her just as she was, as his depraved and decadent little schoolgirl whore, much too young and much to sweet to be pinned down with her tiny, baby girl tits wrapped around his cock, and that was perfect, so wickedly, deliciously perfect. They had a long future ahead of them, a long, sweet, filthy, wicked, wonderful, adorable future to plan and live through, but right now? Right now he didn't want anything different, not even a little.

And then those thoughts were gone, wiped out of his head along with the white hot burn of pleasure that shot through him. Coming for the first time with her was always something special, fire works blowing up inside his head, and this time was no different. He'd been needing this for so long and now it had come, and so had he, and she was still there underneath him, splattered so much with his come. It was on her tits, on her face, between her lips, even a little in her hair that he'd have to wash out during one of their long showers, or long, relaxing baths. And when she smiled up at him, smiled at him with that eager, delicate sweetness that made it look like he'd just given her a milkshake rather than a hot load of spunk, he smiled right back, letting out a low, throaty chuckle.]

Yes, princess, you made daddy feel so amazing. You always do. [His fingers drifted gently over her, around the shell of her delicate ear, down the line of her jaw, neatly avoiding the parts of her that were sticky with his seed but touching her all the same. Now that he'd come down from the rush the tenderness had emerged again, at least a little. He could call her all the filthy names he wanted during the act, treat her as roughly as he pleased, but she needed affection too, and softness, and sweetness. She deserved nothing else.] I missed you too, Anna. I always do. You're daddy's girl, and you belong here with me.

[In the wake of her daddy's first orgasm of the evening, Anna was every bit as sated and pleased as he was, if not more so, because she loved knowing that she could make her master feel good, that despite her young age and her small size, he preferred her over all of the other women that fought so desperately for his attention. Even going out for dinner with her handsome daddy meant dealing with waitresses batting their eyelashes at him, pulling down their blouses to bear their voluptuous breasts as they sauntered over to their table, more than likely assuming that the still-developing slice of jailbait who was practically sitting in his lap was his daughter. And Anna hated it--she was a spunky little thing by nature, sweet and docile when it came to her daddy but feisty and stubborn when it came to almost anyone else, and she was possessive, too, and so watching her much-older lover being on the receiving list of a series of seemingly never-ending woman who would have done absolutely anything for his cock, for a taste of the wealth and power that he displayed so blatantly, was enough to have Anna huffing and pouting and eventually crawling beneath the table without hardly any sort of warning whatsoever and sucking her daddy off hard under the guise of visiting the ladies' room. Sometimes there was nothing else that would make her feel better, nothing else that would calm her down half as much as suckling at her lover's cock like a starving kitten in search of sweet cream, and by the time she came back up, bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and far too pleased with herself for her own good, she would taste her daddy's come in her mouth and feel it warming in her tummy, and she would know that he was hers and hers only, and that she didn't always have to worry about another woman stealing him away, not when he made it extraordinarily clear that he wasn't satisfied unless his hands were all over her. She knew that it was the same for him as well, that he didn't like the way the boys her age and even the ones who were a few years older looked at her, didn't like the way they automatically assumed that she would give them everything she had if it meant basking in their popularity, and that was why Anna always did her best to reassure her daddy that she was his slutty little sex toy, that her legs opened wide for no one but him and that none of her virgin-tight holes would ever know a cock that wasn't his own. Oh, it...it would be so much easier when she was a little bit older, or when she finally looked her age at the very least, because then they wouldn't have to worry about hiding away from the world. For now, though, they did what they could do keep safe and be careful, but sometimes it was so...so hard.

But at the time being, Anna didn't want to focus on any of that. Her dominant daddy had just succumbed to orgasm, and the proof of it was glistening all over her baby doll face and her supple tits that had been rubbed raw and red by the satiated cock still resting lewdly between them. They were taking a moment to breathe, to calm down and regain a bit of their strength, and just like always, it never ceased to amaze Anna just how quickly Greed was able to switch from being her rough and forceful owner who treated her like a worthless little cunt whose only use was to keep him entertained, to...to her sweet and tender daddy, who stroked her face and petted her hair and reminded her that she was so, so loved, and that no matter what, he would take care of her. She adored both sides of his personality equally, of course, and so for just a handful of moments, she ignored the desperate throbbing between her thighs in favor of relishing in the warmth of his large hand coming down to gently caress beneath the shell of her ear and along the line of her delicate jaw, causing her to flush with pleasure and mew with happiness. She squirmed beneath him, and gave him a bright and beaming little smile that was somehow right at home with the thick and sticky layer of seed she had been positively drenched in. She nuzzled into his touch, and she raised her head once more just so that she could press a chaste kiss to the still-weeping slit at the head of his cock, as if to say her thanks for the heavy load it had shot all over her.] I wish I could just stay here with you. [she admitted softly, and in her voice was yearning, raw and pure and almost too earnest to hear. She stretched out beneath him, tempting him all over again with her young and nubile little body that sprawled out so eagerly for him on the carpeted floor, teenage tits sliding along the shaft of his cock as if to ease it back to full hardness.] I hate being away from you, daddy...all I ever do when we're apart is spend all of my time missing you, because it hurts so bad; I ache for you, daddy, every single day and night that we aren't together...it isn't fair. [Her voice was quivering as she spoke, the words leaving her lips fretfully as if they pained her, and when she tilted her head to look at him, her doe-like eyes were shining with un-shed tears, wide and needy and unable to hide just how desperately she longed for him.]

And it hurts right now, daddy, too...I'm so wet; baby's pussy needs you. [Futilely, she struggled to hump the air like she was in heat, wanton and completely and utterly debauched as she whimpered and twisted her creamy thighs together pathetically, rutting at herself like it was all she knew how to do. She was moving so feverishly beneath him that it caused the shaft of his heavy cock to bounce, smacking right between her come-drenched tits and and leaving yet another bright-red mark to serve as proof of his claim over his own personal set of holes. She was dripping all the way down from the swollen and sticky slit of her cunt to the tight and clenching rosebud of her asshole, slicking the crease between the perky cheeks and her most forbidden entrance with her sweet nectar and perfuming the air with the heady scent of her arousal. If her daddy hadn't been straddling her chest, she would have reached down to rub at her sopping wet mess of a cunt, to slap at her glistening lower lips until they were bright red and hot to the touch, and maybe she would have even used her own juices to finger her slutty little asshole, to stretch herself open so that she could just barely take her daddy's cock, and even then it would hurt, because she was always so painfully tight, but being torn apart never failed to feel so deliciously good nevertheless...

That was what she wanted most right now: for her daddy to use and abuse and violate every single one of her young and illegal little holes, to split them wide on his cock or his hand until Anna really was blacking out, and even then she wouldn't want him to stop. She needed to know that he was there, that he wasn't going away anytime soon, and most of all that their weekend had only just begun. She needed to forget about all of the time she had spent missing him, all of the time she had spent longing for him, and...what better way was there than for him to pound into her fragile little body until she was too weak to remember her own name?] You need to fuck me, daddy, please...please! [she begged helplessly, gazing up at him with wide and pleading eyes that glistened with fresh tears, her slender legs still rubbing together hopelessly.] I need your cock so badly, daddy...I need you to fuck every last inch of my body and make me scream. Please, I...I'll do anything for daddy's cock. Your bitch, daddy, I'm your filthy little bitch, and I want you to punish me like I deserve!

[No, Greed most certainly did not like the looks that little boys gave her, and men even less. His Anna, his princess, might have been a dainty young thing who looked scandalously illegal, but that didn't mean men stopped staring. She was gorgeous, with her copper hair and big beautiful eyes and those perky little tits of hers. Plenty of men would have done anything to fuck her, to violate her, to use her just like Greed used her every time he could. He knew that, and so he saw it in their eyes, in the way they looked at her, talked to her, sometimes even touched her. And when that happened, oh, yes, Greed made sure she remembered exactly who she belonged to, exactly who her daddy was. The fuckings that came when that possessive streak were raised were brutal and deep and hard, and he always made her come screaming countless times in the mess of it, all the while telling her that she belonged to him, that she was his princess and no one else's. That no one could make her feel that good, just like no one could ever make him feel as good as she did. And he knew that she knew that. That she'd never disobey him, never betray him. She was a good girl, his Anna, and he loved her with all his heart.

The fact that she felt the same couldn't have been more obvious in the way that she looked at him. The way she smiled when he touched her, sunny and bright and more beautiful than anything else, even with her face glazed with his come, so messy and depraved. And it was there in how she whined, and keened, and needed him, in the un-shed tears glistening in her eyes that had nothing to do with the harsh throat-fucking she'd just received. Yes, she needed him, just like he needed her, and it made him ache sometimes, too, how badly he wanted her. How unfair it was that he couldn't be with her.] I know, baby. Daddy misses you, too, all the time. I just never feel right without my princess. But soon, soon you'll be grown up enough to be with daddy all the time. No one will take you away from me. Not ever.

[Just as quickly, though, she was switching back to raw need, to animal desire, and he was right there with her. He could see the heat glowing in her eyes, and feel the way that her thighs squirmed together behind him. A smirk spread across his face at knowing just how desperate she was, just how needy, and at this point he was sure that she'd come the absolute second he pushed his cock inside of her. It was tempting to do just that, to slide down between her legs and make her come herself senseless then and there, after what a good job she'd done sucking him off. But then she had to go and say something silly, and instead of pleasing her he reached out, grabbing her by her hair in one hand and smacked her smartly across the face with the other. It wasn't hard, wouldn't leave a mark, would barely even hurt, but the gesture was there all the same.]

Don't you fucking give me orders, little girl. I need to fuck you? Is that what you said to daddy? [The hand in her hair gave her a little shake, and his hand curled around her throat, now, squeezing down gently.] No, the only thing daddy needs to do is what daddy wants. If I decide that I just want to spend the rest of the night raping your little throat to my heart's content until you're a brainless, vapid bag of come on my floor, that's what daddy is going to do, and you don't get a say in it. Am I right? Well? [His hand cracked across her cheek again, a little harder this time, though still careful not to leave marks.] Answer me, slut.

[Greed didn't have to worry one bit about his jailbait princess ever straying from the warmth and safety of her daddy's strong arms in favor of spreading her legs for another man. Anna knew and understood all too well that she was his and his only, and if she needed to be forced into wearing a leash and collar to prove it, then so be it. There was no one else in the world who would have made Anna half as happy as her much-older lover did, both in and out of the bedroom. The boys her own age, especially, wouldn't have been able to measure up even halfway to her hot-blooded daddy, and they would have fallen short in absolutely every category. No other man would ever be able to give her what Greed did, no other man would dominate and humiliate and use her until she was left a whimpering mess with come, both his and hers, leaking out of every single one of her stretched and gaping holes. They wouldn't have been able to fathom just how dirty she was, they wouldn't have known what to do with a young and nubile little body that craved being objectified and treated like a worthless whore like Anna's did, and they most certainly wouldn't have known that, in the aftermath of it all, she liked to be held and cuddled and kissed softly, preferably in the warmth of a bed or the soothing tranquility of a hot bath that her daddy had drawn for the two of them. Greed had molded her sexuality, had taken it and claimed it as his own before Anna had even been aware of her wants and her needs and her aches, and he had made sure that, what she wanted, only he would be able to provide. And that was just one of the endless amounts of reasons that Anna didn't so much as look at other men, why she turned down every single one of the boys from her school who asked her on dates, because she knew that, at the end of the week, she would have a man to take care of her underage self, to stuff full of his gloriously big and thick cock until the only word left to describe her would be fucked. She wanted to be left a mindless and debauched little slut for her daddy, to know nothing but the fact that her tiny body had been pounded into and used so brutally that she wouldn't even be able to open her eyes and stand on her own.

And even then, she'd want more, because just because she was exhausted and on the verge of passing out, that did not mean that her daddy, her virile daddy with the endurance and stamina of a bull would be anywhere near done with her for the night. And his pleasure came first.

As per usual, the line between lust and love for the two of them was fine and easily crossed and easily melded together, and so it was no surprise that their tender moment shifted as quickly as it did. After all, Anna's wanton little pussy hadn't been so much as stroked yet, and both that and the tight rosebud of her asshole were clenching in need, desperate for something to fill them both as her honeyed juices streamed down her thighs and stained the carpet beneath her. Greed was still straddling her chest, still towering over and making it extraordinarily clear that she was only allowed to move when he told her to, and when Anna saw him smirk, she knew that something she had said had been out of line, that something she had said was worthy of punishment.] Ah! Daddy! [Just as she had expected, her master did not have any sort of tolerance for her insistence that he needed to fuck her, because no sooner had she said as much was he grabbing at her hair with one hand and bringing the other down across her face in an open-palmed smack. Immediately, Anna let out a little cry as her head was smacked forcibly to the side, and she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as if to deflect the blow that had already come. The pain, though, as slight as it was, did absolutely nothing to lessen Anna's heady arousal, and absolutely everything to heighten it. She loved when her daddy smacked her around with both his cock and his hands, when he punished and all but spat on her for speaking out of line. Shamefully, her little pussy quivered in response, spurting out yet another rush of hot and sticky juices, even as her daddy verbally reprimanded her for being such a needy cunt, glistening all down her thighs and slicking her virgin-tight asshole even more with the evidence of her desire.]

I'm sorry, daddy...I didn't mean to! Please, I--ah!

[Pitifully and pathetically, she could only mewl when her daddy shook her once by the hair before wrapping his strong and roughly-calloused hand around her delicate little throat, her body's natural instincts telling her to squirm and struggle against him even as her mind sang at the prospect of being choked and held down until she could no longer breathe. She writhed helplessly on the floor, pinned firmly in place and unable to move, and she could only gasp and look up at her daddy pleadingly when he demanded answers from her, though her inability to respond was swiftly reprimanded with a smack across the face that was twice as hard as the first one had been. Tears welled in her bright-blue eyes that she quickly squeezed shut yet again, and her lips parted futilely as if she meant to protest, though they both knew that the absolute last thing that she wanted was for her daddy to stop or even ease up. She loved when he was rough with her like this, when he didn't hold back and did everything in his power to exert his dominance over her young little body, going so far as to smack and choke and degrade her until it no longer mattered whether she was screaming for him to stop or keep going. She loved having him push the limits of both pleasure and pain, to the point where even if she was pleading with him to stop...he still didn't, if only because he knew that no never really meant no when it came to Anna.]

Daddy, please...please, daddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't--I didn't mean to sound like such a selfish whore...

[They both knew she wouldn't deny him if he really did want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night pounding his cock into her slutty little throat, and that chances were she'd find a way to come nevertheless without being touched at all. But she was so desperately wet and aching for him, especially after nearly a week of having been forced to use her fingers to pleasure herself (and sometimes her entire hand on particularly bad nights), and she was already mindless just like he wanted her, completely sex-starved and unable to think of anything aside from her favorite cock, the one that she needed more than life itself. She was a bitch in heat, and it didn't matter that she was only sixteen years old, because she needed her daddy, and she needed him now.

Whimpering softly, she arched her back beneath him, thrusting her little tits upwards in a desperate plea and struggling beneath the heavy hand pinned across her delicate throat. Her cheek felt red and hot to the touch, and she wanted him to mark her, to bruise her, to make everything think that she had gotten beaten over the weekend if if meant that she'd have the proof of her daddy's touch written all over her sweet little face.]

Please, daddy, I'm begging you...fuck me. Use me. Hurt me. I...rape me.

[Honestly, it was tempting to leave her wanting, just to punish her further, because he knew how much she loved being punished. Treated roughly, demeaned, left aching at his hand in so many ways. She loved it when he held that power over her, when he reminded her just how much she belonged to him and just how easily he could control her and dominate her. He didn't even need to look between her legs to know how much of a sticky, sopping wet mess she'd be, how much her pussy would be gushing. He could smell it, smell her arousal perfuming the air, and he knew that it would only get more intense and more raw if he slapped her around a little more, if he degraded her more. Barely sixteen and he'd already turned her into the most depraved and filthy kind of slut, it was almost laughable, and yet he couldn't help wondering what she'd turn into by the time she was an adult, well and truly his.

But as much as he could have so easily done that, treated her as nothing but a vessel for his pleasure to be beaten and used up without giving her any real pleasure of her own, he knew better. Theirs was a complicated and dark relationship, but that didn't make him care about her any less. She needed to be touched, she needed to be fucked, she needed her daddy to make her come more than anything, and he wasn't really in a mood to deny her that. The little blast of roughness, darkness, had been a taste, something that he knew she would enjoy, but it was only meant to be a taste. For now. Perhaps more would come later, he didn't know yet.

All he knew was that they had two solid days together, and he was going to use every second.

As it was, he just leaned in a little closer, his fingers tightening around her throat to the point where she'd really struggle to breathe, to suck in breath. He wasn't going to go too rough on her, not yet, and he always had to be careful that he didn't leave any marks above her collar no matter how much he wanted to, but it was tempting. Tempting to slap her until her cheeks were swollen and red, tempting to squeeze her throat until his fingers lay across it like brands. One day. One day he'd be able to do anything he wanted, he just had to wait until then. For now, he simply squeezed with careful pleasure, and slowly, deliberately, spat in her face.]

Damn right I'm going to use you, cunt. That's what you're for, that's all you are, and don't you forget it. You're daddy's rape-meat, and I'll fuck you when I want and how I want and as hard as I want, but you don't get to decide, and you don't get to demand. Now. Daddy's going to get up, and you're going to get on your knees and present yourself like the needy, desperate, shameless little bitch in heat you are so daddy can rip your little jailbait pussy in two before he changes his mind.

[And just like that he was letting go of her, releasing her throat and slowly climbing off of her chest. He knew that she'd be quick, that she'd be good, and just manhandling her, talking to her so viciously, and knowing how wet she was? It was enough to get him hard again, hard and ready, and oh, he couldn't wait to finally know the taste of his little girl's cunt again.]

[Anna didn't know what she would do if Greed didn't fuck her, and soon. She was a needy and trembling mess of a sixteen year old slut as she laid beneath him on the floor, squirming helplessly and rubbing her creamy thighs together as if that would somehow take away the burning ache that had formed between them. It had been almost a week since her daddy had so much as touched her where she needed him most, and Anna was desperate as a result, driven absolutely mad with the overwhelming amount of power that he held over her. She had been his naughty little girl ever since she was only fourteen years old, and even at such a young and tender age she had so eagerly spread her legs wide open for him, willingly allowing him to use every single one of her illegally-tight holes until she was left fucked raw and barely conscious beneath him. They had their softer moments, of course, where her daddy would let her curl up in his arms and stroke her hair until she was mewling like a content little kitten, but it went without saying that the relationship that they shared was a dark and twisted one, and their sex life reflected just that. Anna wasn't truly sated unless she was stuffed full of her daddy's come, filled to the brim with it until it was leaking out of her, and oh, she couldn't wait until she was old enough to bear his child, to feel her womb grow heavy with his seed and her tits grow heavy with sweet cream that she would need him to drink if only so that she'd stop aching and hurting because of how tender and swollen they were. She wanted so much when it came to her daddy...she wanted him to be rough with her, to stop worrying about leaving marks where other people could see, to smack her around and choke her until she was all but being beaten into submission. It was a good thing that she planned on living the rest of her life by his side, then, because it meant that they had decades to do all that and so much more.]

O-oh...ngh... [As if he had been reading her mind, Greed tightened his strong grip on her delicate, lily-white throat, squeezing to the extent that she could no longer draw breath. Her cock-swollen lips parted helplessly, and her eyes squeezed halfway shut, her body protesting while her mind did nothing but beg for more. That combined with the weight of him bearing down on her was nearly too much, and the edges of her vision began to blur as she struggled so pitifully to arch up beneath him, her legs still sprawled wide open and her hips canting desperately upwards even as she was being choked hard enough to send her into a bout of unconsciousness. Her daddy knew by now that there was almost nothing more that she loved quite as much as being used and abused and degraded; after all, he had been the one to instill those very same wants and needs in his baby girl when she had only just finished going through puberty. Her tiny mess of a pussy was crying out for help at this point, flushed a feverish shade of pink and glistening with the creamy slickness of her arousal, and it only got that much worse when Greed spat in her face and began to taunt and torment her even more in that firm and demanding voice of his. She would have gasped if she could draw breath when she felt his saliva on her cheek, mixing with his come and dirtying her even more, but she could only whimper instead, nodding fervently in response to every rough and humiliating thing he said to her. She would have been lying if she tried to claim that the thought of her daddy forcing her down and giving her no choice but to take his cock whether or not she wanted it, raping her for all intents and purposes, didn't turn her on to the extent where it was obscene, but the fact of the matter was that it simply wasn't possible...Anna would always want her daddy's cock and his come; she would always need it to live and breathe and survive.

Finally, he was letting her up, and Anna immediately drew in a breathy gasp the moment he released his tight grip on her slender throat that was now flushed the same shade of pink as her jailbait cunt and baby girl tits. Looking up at him as she struggled to refill her neglected lungs, she could already see that her daddy's glorious cock was hard all over again, and she wasn't even the slightest bit surprised...he was virile and hot-blooded, and his stamina was second to none. He would have been the prize bull in a breeding stall, stronger than all the other men and far more capable of getting the job done than anyone else, and if that had been the case, then Anna would have begged for the chance to be one of the many bitches he'd fill up with his potent seed. Thankfully, she was now his one and only> bitch, and she liked it best that way...she didn't want to ever share her daddy with anyone else, not when she loved and adored him as much as she did. Now, she was quivering from head to toe with the prospect of finally, finally being given the cock she had craved all week long, and she knew that the moment he buried himself hilt-deep inside of her aching little pussy, she would come on the spot. She simply wouldn't be able to help herself.] Yes, daddy, yes...whatever you want, please! [she keened in a frenzied rush, scrambling to do exactly as he said, because she was so desperate for him that it hurt, and if anything she did or neglected to do caused him to prolong her pleasure for even a moment longer, she was certain that would be the end of her. Shakily, she rolled over, and she got on her knees so that she could lift her pert little ass into the air, laying with her cheek pressed into the carpet because she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold herself up anymore. Then, she reached behind herself, and she flipped up her little schoolgirl skirt so that she was indecently exposed, all the way down the crease of her asscheeks and the needy hole tucked snugly between them to the even needier hole beneath that. Both her tight asshole and pussy were clenching and twitching in search of something to fill them, and the latter of the two was oozing out sweet ichor that slid down her thighs and fell to stain the carpet beneath her.]

Daddy, I...is this good? Please, daddy, please... [she was babbling senselessly now, whimpering and mewling like the useless cunt she was as she laid with her ass up and her face down on the floor in nothing but the remains of her schoolgirl uniform: a skimpy skirt and a pair of virgin-white socks that nearly came up to her thighs. She couldn't have looked any younger than she did in that moment, far too young to be violated and fucked within an inch of her life, and yet she still reached behind herself once more with trembling hands to grip at both of her supple asscheeks, tugging them apart to bear herself completely to her daddy. With a needy sound that bordered on one of pain, she lifted her head slowly and looked up at him from over her shoulder, and on her face was an expression of pure desire. Her eyes were half-lidded and hazy, and her sumptuous lips were bruised and glossed with spit and come.] All I'm good for is--is taking your cock, daddy, like a good little whore, and I'll die without it. I will, daddy, I know I will...just fuck me, daddy, please! [She wiggled her ass from side to side, feeling her tiny and underdeveloped tits bounce with even the slightest movements.] Please, daddy...fuck me, hurt me, do whatever you want to me! I--I'm yours!

[There was no missing the near-rapturous expression on her face as his fingers tightens, as he spit on her. She loved it. She loved every second of it, loved being degraded, used, and really had ever since this started. Ever since she'd been an even tinier thing than she was now, barely old enough to have tits and far too young to take a cock, ever since he'd first caught sight of that precious and precocious little school girl that had so readily come into his attention, his arms, his bed, had given him her everything. It had been wrong then and it was even worse now, because of all the things he'd come to do to her, to make her love, and yet she loved it. And he was only ever going to give her more, more and more, until her little body just couldn't take it. And he knew, knew, that if he did fuck her until she passed out, choked her until she passed out, she'd only wank up thanking him and asking him for even more. Because that was his baby girl, his princess, his Anna.

But for now, what she really needed was just anything at all. He watched her as she scrambled into place, moving as quickly as her lust-heavy limbs could move her and smirked all the while. How she thrust out her ass, lifted it as high as she could while her head slumped against the floor in the most submissive and shameless of poses possible. How she flipped up that little skirt, that fucking skirt, the mark that she was still his schoolgirl, still his perfect jailbait, the little girl that he would very definitely be sent to jail for if they were ever caught. All the more reason to be careful, to hold back, to not leave marks on her skin, no matter how he wanted to.

Then again, he could leave marks on that pretty, perky ass, and as he moved behind her he reached out and squeezed, digging his fingers tightly into her soft, pale flesh as he dragged her a little closer. It didn't matter that she was already doing such a good and delicious job of spreading herself open for daddy, he just wanted to hold her tight, wanted to leave bruises on her skin, give her something to remember him by when this was over, when she had to go back home. Just like the big, thick, sticky load of come he'd leave in her pussy when she went to class on monday morning, something to make a mess of her panties. One day, that would be filling up her womb, letting her get pregnant, become truly his, and oh, he couldn't wait for the day that he could fuck her with her big, swollen belly and heavy, leaking tits. But that would come when it came. When she was old enough, and not a second before.

Why think about the future, though, when he had her right here, ready and wanting? His cock was hard again, achingly hard, and he slid it against her slowly, between her perky little cheeks and against her slick asshole, and then between her thighs. Rubbing against her like that, it was easy to see just how deep his cock could shove inside of her, clear how sometimes he struggled to fit inside of her at all, but that wasn't going to be a problem now. Not when she was so absolutely sopping wet.] Oh, yes, that's just perfect, baby. You're so perfect for daddy. [One hand wrapped around his cock, holding it in place as he let his swollen tip nuzzle against her pussy. It really did look just too big to fit inside of her tiny, too-young hole.] I love you, Anna. [But he didn't care. He shoved inside of her all the same, grabbing her waist and dragging her onto his shaft to impale her in one rough movement.]

[Finally, finally, after days and days of waiting and wishing and wanting, Anna was right where she belonged: on her knees for her daddy with her perky little ass in the air and as vulnerable as could be. She couldn't have ever been with another man like this, because she knew in her heart of hearts that she'd never be able to put all of herself on display the way she did when she was with Greed. She trusted herself to him completely, allowing him to mold both her young body and sexuality to his liking, and there was absolutely no way that she could have ever allowed anyone else to do the same. She truly did believe in soulmates, as naive as it might have sounded, just as she believed that her daddy had been sent to her from above like some sort of fallen angel with darkened wings and a twisted path. She didn't care what the world thought of them, because as rough around the edges as Greed might have seen, he had a heart that was made to love and be loved, and he doted upon her endlessly, spoiling her with all of the love and affection she had gone years and years without. She had only been fourteen the first time he had welcomed her into his life, into his arms, into his bed, and since then, she had never found any reason to leave. There was something to be said for a man who could be slapping you senseless one moment while his monstrous cock was buried deep inside of you and holding you close and petting your hair tenderly the next, but if any of that was considered wrong, then Anna simply didn't want to be right.]

Ah! Daddy! [she couldn't help but gasp when he fell into position behind her, squirming helplessly as he grabbed onto the supple curve of her ass and dug his nails in deep. Her own hands ended up on the floor, clutching desperately at the carpet as if to brace herself for what she knew would be the fucking of a lifetime. She might have been sixteen and therefore almost a woman, but she had the pussy of a little girl, completely bare and far too small to take so much as one of her dainty fingers, let alone the stallion cock of a man like her daddy. Finally, Greed was able to mark her, and Anna urged him on with her needy little moans and breathy mews, wriggling her ass high in the air even as he sunk his nails into her porcelain flesh hard enough to come close to drawing blood. She wanted her little ass to be cherry-red and hot to the touch, to still feel her daddy's touch at school on Monday every single time she sat down. It was the sting of pain, as well, that turned her on more than almost anything, just as it always did, and she might as well have been a kitten in heat by the way she was writhing for him on the floor, splaying out her fingers like paws as she struggled so feverishly for the cock that was so close and yet so achingly far away. She wanted him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her, to shove the blunt and swollen head of his throbbing dick right up against her womb so that it bulged in her little tummy and she could rub the length of him beneath her skin, and in her mind she'd be pretending that it was enough to make her carry his baby, to make her grow big and swollen and achy all over with the sort of pain that only he could relieve.

For now, though...this was more than enough.

She whimpered and keened when she finally felt him take hold of his massive cock. He guided it between the reddened cheeks of her ass, rubbing it up against the slick crack and the impossibly tiny hole that fit so snugly within it. If she wasn't so desperate to have him in her cunt, she would have begged him to tear her asshole apart, to shove himself inside of it without any sort of stretching or preparation whatsoever, and she would have taken it like the eager little bitch she was. But her poor, pitiful little pussy was crying out to be pleasured at this point, and so maybe later when they were in the bath she'd ask her daddy to play with her tiny asshole, to fit as many of his soapy fingers inside of the tight rim as he possibly could, and just the thought of it was enough to have Anna letting out a dreamy little sigh, her eyelids fluttering shut as Greed shifted once more so that the length of his cock was now between her delicate thighs. She flushed with pleasure when he told her that she was perfect, because she loved his praise and degradation equally--she was his nasty little slut, but she was pretty baby, too, and he never let her forget that.]

I--I love you too, daddy, oh gosh. I love you so much, I love you always, I--ohhhh! DADDY!

[And that was all it took. The moment he simultaneously thrust forwards and yanked her onto the thick and throbbing length of his cock, it was as if every single one of Anna's wound-up and hypersensitive nerves were sent crashing into overdrive, and just as she had predicted, she came then and there. It was just so much, too much for her to bear--her daddy's glorious dick was much, much too big for her underage cunt, and in one swift thrust he was all but fitted into her womb, filling and stuffing her to the brim and bulging obscenely in her little tummy. It might have slid in easily due to how wet and sloppy she was, but it was still a tight fit to say the very least, and all of her little girl muscles were forced wide open, splitting around her daddy's dominating cock and stretching to the extent that she felt as if they would tear. And oh God, her g-spot. He didn't need to thrust upwards or angle himself in any which way; he was so big and so thick that he was always stroking it no matter what.] You're too--you're too big, daddy, I can't take it! [she cried out for mercy as the first wave of her climax washed over her like a tsunami; her entire body seemed to tense and then jerk, and in an instant, the tight walls of her pussy were clamping down and clenching around her much-older lover's dick, squeezing it as if to milk his come right out of his balls. Anna's own come, hot and sticky and sweet, spurted out of her to slick both her daddy's cock and his thighs with the proof of her release, dripping all down the front of her body and onto the carpet as she thrashed and screamed in the throes of orgasm.]

It's too much, it's too much! Daddy, HELP!

[she continued to cry out desperately, her words a mangled mess and the entirety of her delicate frame flushed and dewy with sweat, and then, with a broken sob of pleasure, she braced herself by clutching onto the carpet before shakily thrusting her ass back, fucking herself on the shaft of her daddy's cock that was now covered in her thick and creamy ichor. She whimpered softly, and reached beneath herself with a trembling hand to rub at that tiny swell he had caused in her tummy, stroking him through her velvety skin and wordlessly begging him for more, more, and more.]

Daddy...please...

[With tears of pure pleasure-pain in her eyes, she turned her head and glanced up at him over her shoulder, desperate and needy and willing to do whatever it took if it meant being outright claimed by him.]

H--harder.

[The reaction when he shoved his cock inside of her couldn't have been more perfect.

The first time he'd found her, she'd been the most tiny, innocent virgin he'd ever seen. Untouched, unintroduced to the world of pleasure and darkness and sweet, sticky sin. She had been everything she looked like, everything she looked like even now with her big beautiful eyes, her cute braids, her pure white socks running up her thighs. The first time he'd seduced her, charmed her into his bed, he honestly hadn't known if he'd even be able to fit his cock inside of her, she had been so little. That first time, he'd simply fucked her smooth, soft thighs and left her stomach and her tits, tiny as they were, splattered with come, and fingered and licked her until she came, too, over and over again. Even then it had been a struggle, to even fit that inside of her, and the first time he'd really, truly fucked her, he'd almost thought he was going to truly break her. She'd certainly walked funny for days afterwards - which, admittedly, was pretty entertaining to watch.

But that had been a long time ago. Two years she'd been his baby girl, two years she'd been his princess, and his personal cumdump, and his fucktoy, and his precious, perfect kitten, and all the other things in between. Two years he'd been using every weekend and vacation day they could get together to play, and have fun, and give her all the attention and love that she craved, and, of course, fuck her as hard and often and good as he possibly could, as she so deeply craved by now. It had been a long, long time since he was actually worried about her little body could take, because he'd made her body into something that didn't just take his cock, but craved it, and he knew that the last thing she wanted was for him to go easy on her.

So when she told him that he was too much, that he was too big, he only laughed. Laughed, and moaned, because she was seizing at his cock so tightly, her little pussy sucking at him like it was her tight, desperate throat, trying so hard to milk him dry already. She was coming alright, coming hard, her entire little body twitching and spasming, but he just held her tight, his hands wrapped around her waist and so big that his fingers almost touched in the middle. Gripping her tight, he just let her ride out that first, overwhelming wave of pleasure, knowing full well that more would be coming. He'd made her come so many times before she hadn't been able to keep count, that she'd zoned out in total bliss, and after how long it had been, how needy she was, he wouldn't be surprised if this was the same kind of day.

Smirking, he looked right down at her, still keeping a tight hold on her body, and slowly, deliberately ground his hips forward so that his cock could prod against her womb, shift deep inside of her body. When she reached for her tummy he liked to pretend that he could almost feel her fingers caressing him through his skin. God, the first time he'd seen that bulge he'd been worried he really was going to hurt her, but she'd only loved it, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the sight, too, now that he knew she was just fine.]

What was that, kitten? [There was wickedness in his eyes. She had come once, the edge had been taken off, and she knew that he wasn't going to leave her, not when he was buried as deep as he could be in her body without really, truly breaking her open in some way. So he could tease her, just a little. His hand came down, smacking lightly over her ass, then a little harder.] Speak up.

[Anna remembered the first time she had met Greed as if it had been just yesterday. At the young and tender age of just barely fourteen, he had seemed so charming and debonair, with the sort of wicked glint in his eyes that both drew her in and intimidated her at the same time. Almost immediately, she had been sweet on him, smitten like a schoolgirl with an embarrassing little crush on one of her teachers, and it hadn't been long before she had eagerly accepted his offer to join him in his bed. After all, it had been years since her parents' death, years since she had received any sort of love or affection, and so it was no wonder that she had been so willing to spread her legs for a man twice her age. She remembered being shy and timid at first, but eager and earnest all the same, and she remembered that Greed had been nothing but sweet and careful with her, making sure that she felt safe and adored before he so much as touched her. For a man who appeared so rough and dark and almost sinister at times, not once had he ever failed to ensure that Anna knew that she was protected and taken care of. Their first night together had been nothing short of mind-blowing for the young fourteen year old. She remembered everything as if it happened in a blur; she remembered gasping and whimpering as her daddy pleased her underage pussy for the very first time and showed her what it meant to have an orgasm; she remembered moaning like a wanton little slut when she felt his seed, thick and sticky and burning, spurt itself all over her stomach tits that had been even smaller and more underdeveloped when they were now, and most of all, she remembered realizing then and there that this was the man she was going to fall in love with...that this was the man she would want for the rest of her life.

And now, Anna had belonged to him for two whole years. Two years of being daddy's sweet little kitten, of curling up at his feet while he worked and nuzzling against him, of eagerly offering up every single one of her too-small holes for him to use and abuse and claim as his own. She knew that he had a wide variety of lovers before her, more than she could even begin to fathom, and knowing that he had given it all up for her made Anna's heart sing. She did her absolute best to make sure that he never regretted choosing her over anyone else...after all, she would have been absolutely devastated if he hadn't. At the time being, however, she didn't know anything but the white and blinding pleasure that followed in the wake of her first climax of the evening. All her daddy had done was fill her to the brim with the thick and throbbing length of his cock and Anna had come undone screaming for him, her tiny little body shaking and quivering all over as every single one of her muscles both protested and welcomed the orgasm that had proved to be almost too much for her to bear. She was even more sensitive now than she had been before, so much so that just having him inside of her felt so good that it almost hurt. She whimpered brokenly as he clutched onto her delicate waist, knowing that his hands, so large and strong and capable of so many things, came very close to meeting fingertip to fingertip due to how much smaller she was in comparison to him. She loved how big and muscular her daddy was; she loved that he could pick her up and toss her around without any sort of hesitation whatsoever, and she loved being able to make herself a little nest in his arms whenever she pleased.]

D--daddy, oh my gosh... [she mewed fretfully as he held her through the last waves of her orgasm, panting breathlessly on the floor as she struggled to fight back the urge to fall unconscious then and there. Even then, she wouldn't want her daddy to stop--no, she'd want him to use her pliant little body for his pleasure, waking her up only when his delicious seed was shooting inside of her and claiming her womb. There had been more than one occasion in the past where he had forced her to come so many times that she couldn't see straight, and Anna couldn't help but hope that tonight would be one of those instances as well. She let out a startled and shaky little gasp when, without any sort of warning, Greed snapped his hips forward so that he could grind them slowly up against the pert swell of her ass. His balls, hot and heavy and swollen with his virile essence, smacked firmly against her throbbing clit, and Anna gave another helpless moan, her eyes squeezing shut as she realized that her daddy was so deeply buried within her that he was pressing up against her womb.] I--I can feel you, daddy, you're so... [Gasping once more, she continued to rub feverishly at that little bulge in her tummy that was even bigger now, and in response, her freshly-pleased cunt twitched around the base of his cock and slicked it with yet another spurt of her sticky come. She could only imagine the pretty picture she made for him: on her knees with her ass in the air and her face down on the ground and clad in nothing more than her little schoolgirl skirt and a pair of thigh-high stockings, she still had his seed on her tits and on her face, and as utterly filthy and depraved as it all was, Anna only wanted more, more, more. Her daddy could objectify her in every single way and violate her as if she really was nothing but his jailbait rape-meat, and yet she'd still be such a good little kitten for him, crawling back to him on her knees so that she could beg and plead to be taken all over again.]

Ah! Ohh, yes! Daddy! [The firm smack he delivered to one of her round ass cheeks was enough to have Anna eagerly canting her hips back against his, wanting him deeper and deeper still even as his cock that was as thick as his wrist was already balls-deep in her slutty little pussy. She positively loved when he spanked her, when he used his hands on her to leave marks all over her perky ass, and she loved it even more when he was inside of her at the same time. When he spoke aloud once more, Anna found herself shivering, because it had always been his voice--his dark, smoke-filled voice--that put the butterflies in her tummy and caused her heart to race. Her daddy was the sexiest man alive, and she was just so lucky to be given his cock and his come as frequently as she was. Even if it felt far too big for her illegal little cunt to take, they both knew that she could be pushed to even more extremes--she had taken her daddy's fist before and even some of his wrist, and as many toys as he could find to use on her, even when he was already fucking her senselessly with his massively huge cock. As it was, she recognized her daddy's words for the command that they were, and Anna immediately nodded feverishly, desperate to please and to be pleased in return. She scrabbled desperately at the carpet with her small hands, moaning with her cheek pressed into it and grinding her ass back against him wantonly in a shameless plea for everything that he was willing to give to her.] I--I said harder, daddy, please...I need more, I need all of you. [Anna whimpered, and in that moment, she really did wish that he had put a leash and collar on her--then, he could yank her back with the former and force her to fuck herself on his cock, and she'd come screaming over and over again until her little body simply couldn't take any more.

Desperately, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his hips in tiny circles, keening softly as her pink pussy was split open obscenely, and her womb, too, as if she really was being bred so that daddy's baby could have daddy's baby.]

Fuck me as hard as you can, daddy, please! I can take it, I promise...I want your come to be dripping out of me for days! Please, please, please!

[It had always been Greed's first priority to take care of her, really. Even when she had first appeared to him, as nothing more than the most sinfully adorable piece of jailbait that he'd ever seen, he'd wanted more than to violate her - even if he had so very badly wanted to violate every inch of her perfect, tiny body, right from the start. Just one look in her big, beautiful eyes had made him want to hold her close, take care of her, never let her go, and the longer they'd been together the stronger that urge had become. To make sure that she always had a smile on her face, that she felt loved and protected and cared for, that she knew that there was someone in her life, at least, who would always be there for her and always looking out for her. He was her daddy, now, her boyfriend, her lover, everything that she could want him to be, he wanted to be it. And he'd be it all happily.

Of course, these days, "taking care of her" meant a whole lot more than just making sure that she got cuddles and kisses and they watched her favorite movies, even though he definitely did that for her, too. It also meant getting fucked, fucked hard and left sprawled on the ground or in bed with her holes drooling and her mind half-broken. It meant getting slapped around, her hair pulled, her nipples tugged and bitten, her ass smacked hard until there were tears in her eyes. It meant getting used over and over again, until her little tummy almost seemed swollen from the sheer amount of come that he'd pumped inside of her body. Today was shaping up to definitely be one of those days, one of those days where he couldn't hold back, where he couldn't go easy on her even if he wanted to. Because mainly, she never wanted him to. She wanted it as rough and as overwhelming as he could dish it out, and the days that he'd worried about being too much for her, hurting her, were long since past. Now, he simply focused on making her come as many times as possible, until she was ready to collapse into a brainless, fucked-out stupor. Nothing was better.

And here she was, begging for it again. Here she was, aching for her daddy to use her as hard as possible. He could see the way her little cunt trembled around his cock, stretched so wide it looked like it must hurt for her to be filled like that, but he kept a tight grip on her waist all the same and slowly rocked his hips back and forth, her little pink lips pouting out around him before he crushed his way into her pussy again.]

Mm, are you sure, baby girl? I don't want to be too much for you. [Grinning, he drew out of her halfway and slammed in again, harder this time, his skin slapping loudly against hers. The sight of her perky little ass jiggling was so delicious, especially squeezed as it was between her rumpled skirt and her pretty white stockings.] I'm so deep in you, so big in baby's cunt. Aah, I can feel your little womb, even, can't you feel daddy? [Squeezing down on her hips again, he ground himself forward, rubbing the head of his cock right against her there, at that deepest place.] If I fuck you too hard, daddy might just fill your little womb up, and we can't have that, can we? You wouldn't want to get your cute little ass knocked up, would you?

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Even though Kiriha was an honor student, she was also not above the occasional bout of trouble. All it took was the right (or wrong) person to get under her skin, and even the most devout of teachers couldn't avoid giving her detention.

It was just her luck that she got assigned to the man simply known as Greed. He was known for living up to his name in numerous ways, but what normally would have put her on edge made her intrigued instead. Rumor had it that his methods of discipline were both amazing and humiliating all at once, so much that otherwise decent people became repeat offenders. So as she sat down, putting on her best demure, repenting face, she kept an eye on him, watching him to see how'd he react to having one of the curviest students in school at his mercy for the next two hours or so.

What a day to come to detention without panties, then.

Oh, Greed was definitely a special kind of disciplinarian, she could be sure of that. The people in charge didn't need to know exactly how he ran his detentions. He just made sure that anyone who was sent to him walked out feeling it, knowing that they'd done bad, and exactly what would happen if they were bad again. And if his particular method encouraged them to come back for more, well...

His name was Greed. He wasn't going to complain.

And when a beautiful, curvaceous honor student stepped into his office for detention? Well, sure, there was a bit of a smirk on his face, hunger in his eyes. Really, he looked at her far more like a predator looks at prey than a teacher looks at a student. And that was before he even saw what was under her skirt. Or, rather, what wasn't. Leaning forward against his desk, he casually flicked open her file. "Well, well. What brings you to my office, miss honor student? Get a little bored of being so good?"

"Hmph," she sounded a bit imperious, but the smile never left her face. "It's less that I get tired of being good and more of needing to put my foot down when rivals attempt to bait me. Admittedly, I did step a little out of line." She was certain that her right hook was not strong enough to do any permanent damage, even if it was too amusing (and satisfying) to see them complain about it.

But more to the current situation, Kiriha saw the look in his eyes. Still having an amused look, she said, "By the way, teacher, my eyes are up here." She pointed to her eyes, knowing damn well what distracted Greed, especially as she had deliberately spread her legs. If anyone were looking below, they'd definitely see her exposed pussy. Wasn't this punishment enough? Even if she had used it in her revenge, it was all the (apparently erotic) humiliation she needed.

"Just a little." His words were dry, even if his expression was anything but. Oh, yes, he read her file. How she clocked someone right in the jaw and sent them crumpling. Honestly, he was more impressed than anything else, but he was a teacher, and it was his job to discipline. To put her in her place. With that imperious smirk on her face, well, it seemed like she needed it.

Especially when she kept her legs spread scandalously wide beneath her desk, showing herself off so shamelessly. Because make no mistake, he didn't think she was feeling humiliated in the slightest. "Yeah, I know, but I don't think that's where you want me looking." There was a swagger in his step as he moved around his desk, walking slowly closer to hers instead. "See, I was thinking you were hoping to wriggle on out of detention. There something you had in mind, princess?"

Hmph. Well, Kiriha was always graceful, even in the face of defeat and apparent humiliation. Which was to say, not that she didn't feel any, judging by the blush on her face. Rather, there was now a heat between her legs that was there despite all this. Acting brazenly, she hoped that it would keep him from suspecting what he probably knew by now...

"Well, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't," she said. "But that's a long shot, isn't it? I am not above the law just because I'm an upstanding citizen. Still, I have no idea what kind of punishment you'd be delivering out here, so perhaps we could come to an agreement to mitigate the worst?" She'd rather not have anything on her record, if she could help it.

It was kind of nice to see that blush spreading across her cheeks, to know that he was getting under her skin. Greed liked getting under people's skin. Especially huffy, imperious little princesses like her. And it only made him want to tease her more, only made him want to put her in his power more. Good thing that they were locked in a room together, just the two of them, and her without any panties. It couldn't have been more perfect.

"An agreement, huh?" He chuckled as he approached closer, reaching out to slide his fingertips across the desk in front of her. "And what were you thinking, little miss? Hmm?" His hand flattened on the desk and he leaned in slowly, bending down low so that his mouth was closer to her ear. Dark promise curled around his words, his voice lowering to a growl. "Were you going to offer that cute little body to me? Is that it?"

Kiriha was in a corner, perhaps because she had a feeling that offering the obvious might mean more than she's thinking. She wasn't going to fall into this like a nervous wreck, even if that was what she felt like at the moment.

"Depends," she said after a moment. "How much could I trust that you would both not overdo it and uphold your end of a bargain? Because I sure have to uphold mine."

It was pretty cute, watching her war with her emotions, try to decide exactly how much she was ready and willing to give. Not that she had much of a choice. She was the win sitting panties-less in his detention, the one who was the poor, impressionable student. And he was anything but gentle. Or un-imposing.

"Oh, you definitely have to uphold yours." Smirking, he reached out, taking her chin in his hand and holding her in place. "This is detention, after all, and I've got to make sure that you get punished for being such a little trouble maker. And if that means making you walk out of here blushing and leaking down your thighs, well, that's exactly what I'm going to do. So why don't you be a good girl and start by getting on your knees, and I'll decide just what to do with you from there, alright?"

At once, Kiriha froze up as Greed's arm held her chin. Lashing out was dangerous, and so was virtually any act of defiance. Worse yet, she was still feeling that warm tinge despite all this. She really was in his territory, and there was nothing she could do about it.

So no point in putting up any real resistance. Won't stop her from a few lines of pleasant snark, though. "Leaking down my thighs? I have to admit I'm starting to shake in my metaphorical boots now." And yes, she moved out of her seat and slowly sank to her knees, albeit slowly.

Smug as she had been, imperious as she could look, it was quickly becoming obvious to Greed that she wasn't actually used to this. That she didn't know how to handle it. And that? That just made it even more fun. Oh, he was going to tease her properly, now, and make sure that she never forgot her time in detention. Never.

"You'll be feeling all kinds of things when I'm done with you." His grin widened as she moved onto her knees in front of him, and he reached out to slide his fingers through her hair, gently at first, but then in a firm grip that wouldn't let her budge. "Have you ever done this before, cutie? Anything like this?"

Ironically, being imperious was more an act than anything, meaning she really didn't know how to handle herself when it failed. When push came to shove, Kiriha didn't have the heart to be wicked. She froze at first when he gripped her head, gently, but firm and unyielding. But not being innocent meant she could very easily see where this was going. Again her cheeks grew red, but she still didn't falter completely, more aroused than cowed.

"To someone of your stature, not at all,” she answered. It was honest, yet also hid that she hadn't really done anything outside the typical once with a boy, so experience was behind her. “How do you even get away with this?” Not that she cared enough that he was at this point.

Yes, that facade of being arrogant and in control was quickly crumbling, and Greed certainly wasn't in a position to be fooled. He just smirked down at her, feeling the way she froze and seeing the way that her cheeks reddened. He was definitely getting under her skin, and he liked it. He liked it a lot. Enough to rake his fingers almost sweetly through her hair, even as he pulled her closer to his crotch.

"Oh, I bet you've never been with anyone of my stature," he said smugly. His free hand was moving to his belt, now, slowly opening it, working his trousers down. She was on her knees and it was time to get what he wanted. "A little bit of blackmail, a little bit of sleeping with the right people. And the girls I use, well, they don't usually want to spoil the fun. They know what'll happen if they do."

There it was, the rock hard length and the source of all those rumors she had heard. No wonder some girls never spoke of their detention, even the straight laced ones. She could do nothing as he brought her closer to it, no doubt to cram that thing in her mouth, to pump inside her wet hole while there was nothing she could do about it…

“It’s definitely big,” she said with a slightly nervous but amused waver in her voice. And wait, was she already salivating? No drool yet, but whenever he might move into her mouth, he’d find not a single bit of dryness.

(( primarily influenced by the Young Justice animation, but with aspects of DCU ))

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The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme!

Karen Donahue | OC | F/M

Shinjirou Aragaki ; Persona 3 ; m/m & m/f canonmates

Billy Kaplan | Marvel | m/m

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Todd the Wraith // Stargate Atlantis // OTA18+

Derek Hale | Teen Wolf | M/M

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Allison Argent ➸ Teen Wolf ➸ OTA

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fml -_- weekend drama. getting to be a habit I wish would break.

no worries! your replies are always worth waiting for ♥

Thanks for the vouch of good faith. Sorry it's slowed down, but i'll continue plugging away~

like i said, no worries~

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Peter Hale Ѻ Teen Wolf Ѻ OTA

let's go with 1

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using 3 as a start, but 2, 3, and/or 4 are all a++

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