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Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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His hands were already on her, the last shreds of clothing having long since been removed from himself. The length of that beautiful blade she wielded was just tantalizing inches out of reach. If she could have reached it, she might have been able to put the world out of his collective misery. At the same time, though, the wet sounds of slapping attended low growls from the man behind her. It was almost like he made sure she could almost reach for it, as if to tease her 'you came to me.'

Meat pushed lewdly into her ass, pounding while one hand kept a firm, painful grip on the strands of her beautiful, long hair. He was yanking it just hard to keep her facing straight forward. His other hand still held the old, familiar pistol in his fingers, languidly and casually while the fabric of her skirt was forced to swish back and forth. It, and her stockings were just about the only thing he'd left covering what was left of her decency.

"Mmmmh, we really must keep meeting like this, my dear," he chortled.

For too long he had been alone. Leaving behind those he called friends and family, giving up the life he loved to keep them safe. Self isolation cut with the occasional patrol of the city streets. No, Roy thought that was the way it would always be now. Yet beyond his wildest hopes and dream he was in bed with a dark haired angel, who uttered his name with such need and desire. The way her body moved in concert with his own, the feel of her nails raking along his back, all of it just stoked the fire within the young man's body. He needed her. Craved her completely. And Roy couldn't deny Allison anything she desired as well.

When her whimper reached his ears, and Allison managed to call out, he responded without hesitation. Faster, and a little harder too, those hips started to rock. Every thrust driving his heated length inside, so urgently penetrating her glistening folds and driving that throbbing cock inside her again and again. When she spread her legs a bit wider apart for him the rhythm picked up speed too, his manhood filling up that tight core of hers completely before retreating till just the thick head of his cock remained nestled inside. The cycle continued on without faltering, desire and lust fueling it all, but something more passionate causing his lips to move to her breast.

With a muffled groan his lips hummed around her nipple, gently blunted teeth pressing around it as Roy's tongue flicked and teased the bud. Every part of his wanted her, needed her, yet it went beyond carnal desire. Strangers they may have been just a little while ago, but here and now she was the one who filled his life with genuine joy and such amazing pleasure.

((Yaaay! Hope this will be okay, then.))

Right cannot believe his luck. Not only does Leanna want him as her beloved, she also wishes to have him help her become with child. Immediately. It's certainly not what he has been expecting to do at this point in his life, but who was he to say no to a lady that he cares for so much?

Which is why he finds himself in bed with her, and not a stitch of clothing on either of their persons. She lays on her back below him, wings and halo spread out. His mouth finds her, kissing deeply as his member money back and forth inside of her at a firm and steady rate. Every time he pushes into her tight warmth, his cock head moves closer and closer to her inner entrance...

((Its perfect!))

Leanne was so glad that he returned her affections and was willing to aid her in creating a child. The sounds of their efforts added to the experience from the bed squeaking to the slap of skin on skin whenever their hips meet.

Every part of her welcomed him fully ad Leanne wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her mouth open for him to explore it with his tongue as she moans into the kiss. She can feel him going deeper with ease at every thrust. Her hips moves in time with his to help him go as deep as possible.

She was in heaven from being taken and impregnated by the man she loved.

[Would you mind a thread with Alph here?]

[I wouldn't mind at all!]

His tongue explores her open mouth, mapping out every inch of her lovely opening. One hand remains wrapped around her shoulder while the other moves to fondle and massage her breast, fingers brushing against and rubbing her nipple.

His hips happily meets her as he plunges deeper and deeper into her. With each slap of flesh, with each inch filled of her passage, his movements grow just a little faster, just a little harder. With her pushing back as much as she is, it doesn't take very long before he finds himself groaning from the feel of his cock head thumping up against her cervix, the very entrance of her womb.

"L-Leanne... Gods, w-want to go deeper still...." But that would me causing some amount of discomfort, even pain to her. As eager as he may be to go further, would she be willing to endure that?

There were certain things about Patchouli that Alph just had difficulty resisting. The sight of her in a sweater was one of them. He didn't know if his girlfriend had done that intentionally to get a rise or not, but at least she was receptive to had advances. So now Patchouli was bent over, skirt flipped up, and Alph thrusting into her from behind as he reached around to fondle her sweater puppies.

"Hahh... And no bra either, Patchy...?"

While his tongue explores her mouth, her own tongue goes to explore his. At every touch and rubbing, she goes to let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

She felt herself on the borderline of crazy when his cock head just keeps thumping against her cervix. The sheer amount of pleasure it was giving her was something else. Leanne leans up breifly to kiss and lick at his face and neck as he states his desire. Yes, it will be semi painful but if what they are doing now this wonderful, what will happen if he goes deeper.

"R-R-Right, go as deep as you can." And she will help by first unhooking her legs and attempting to shift their position by rolling her hips and legs upwards, bringing her knees towards her shoulders to make deep penetration possible for him.

[ It's hard to get too far down Marie's body without releasing her hands, so she ends up nipping at her collarbone, breathing out against where she bites. ]

God, it would just make the world, and her life, a better place if she grabbed her sword and ran him through, wouldn't it? Ultimately, there wasn't as much value in this fleeting... pleasure... as there was in getting rid of a violent maniac. And yet here she was, not fighting back at all as he slid into her ass, thick, and spreading her out as he pulled on her hair, her own fingers clenched into tight fists, nails digging into her hands. Moaning, unafraid of the fact that he was armed, her limbs shook as she was forced upright.

Being fucked upskirt like this was pretty hot, she had to admit. "It's... exciting... at least," she whimpered, pushing her hips back, with what little force she could muster, as his hips slapped against her tight little ass.

( she deserved this, deserved to treat herself, to lay beneath someone whose physical appeal made her no less than ravenous, whose touches countered that feral hunger with something tender, something kind beneath his broken facade. neither of them knew quite where they belonged, what it was they were suppose to be, and yet she was content to spend her time just like this––– drawing those husky groans from his lips, clinging to a frame that knew how to please her.

and he listens, driving heat of his cock into silken walls again and again, single hand raising to press to worn headboard above darkened locks, all to keep herself in place, to ensure she received every bit of urgency and strength he thrust into her. each collision of their hips hitches her breath, few leaving as ragged huffs, others laced with whimpered murmurs of his name, slurs of yes's, a mew of don't stop. perhaps she was selfish, still aching to ask for more, or maybe she craved exhaustion. for him to fuck her so recklessly she could find sleep.

chest arches in defined bow from the bed as that mouth finds her chest, suckling and teething at her nipple. eyelids fall closed as hues roll heavenward, head tipping back, free hand skimming through his hair once more as if in praise for the attention. brows furrow together, wetting parched lips, trying for what she could to catch her breath in order to talk to him; always the vocal girl in bed. ) Just like that.

The wet slaps that came with his motions, eased by an almost considerate amount of lube, echoed through the small room. The fingers caught up within her hair tugged just a little more, starting to draw her from just being her hands and knees almost fully up. While he did, the gun grazed its way slowly along the front of a leg, worming its way up and over her belly. The latex plunging in over and over hard into her body came with the promise it would soon be full. There was already one of those little balloons to the side, spent with his seed sopping out of it.

"Mmm, but my beautiful little lass, you almost feel like you're starting to get used to it all," he teased, the cut of his chin pressing into her shoulder. "Perhaps it's time we changed things up. Made the evening more ... interesting, risky even. What do you say?"

Really, if it wasn't for his comfort, Umi wasn't sure he'd even have used lube. Not that she was complaining, of course, at least a little bit of lube necessary even when she wanted pain with her pleasure just to get him moving inside of her at all, as tight as she was compared to his size. Her arms shook as he pulled her up, the tugging pain in her scalp reminding her that, yes, the man pounding into her ass was indeed completely in control.

Her belly sucked in at the touch of that weapon, pussy dripping even more as he teased her; would he find a way to use it, other than just threatening and taunting? Her breaths were harsh and moaning, and she just nodded at first. "Y-you're... still... so big inside of me," she started, "but... but... risky how?"

The gun traveled its way up and underneath her chin, passing gradually between her breasts until its barrel nestled there. It was rubbing against the soft swell of the throat, and the faint 'click' of the hammer cocking. The trigger wasn't pulled, but it served well to tilt her head back further, so she could barely see his eyes as they twinkled in the low light.

His pace mounted, getting deeper while he groaned in passion. "No matter how tight your lithe, lovely frame is," he teased, licking his lips. "We have used each hole so many times, have we not?" The teeth parted in an even wider grin.

"Perhaps I should carve another tonight?"

Umi shivered as the gun passed between the tiny swell of her chest, over her heart, where he could... kill her in an instant. There was nothing stopping him; certainly not fear of the consequences of any morals. Reaver was exciting, but so incredibly dangerous. As he pounded into her, her ass tightened as she clenched, a fear response, when that gun pressed to her throat. There was a brief, choked, not-quite-panicked sound from her, as the very armed and ready to fire gun pushed her head back. Tears in her eyes, she blinked back at him, lips... curving up slightly.

Carve another hole. Her eyes widened, then. "A-another... wh-where... ah! How?"

The gun continued to hover there, holding so that it made it difficult to speak. If he pulled the trigger, the bullet would pass through the jaw, up through the skull and out the top of her head. Death would be almost instantaneous. A white flash, heat, powder and then nothingness. He drew closer by the feel of it to a climax, though he started to slow his thrusts, not wanting to give in quite yet.

He relinquished her hair, using the gun to keep her in place while his hand reached down, fanning over her belly once more. Fingers pressed into her navel as he spoke. "Mmm, so may ways. I'm sure that my lovely companion here could carve a hole in you in an instant, and with a hot poker, we could cauterize it so you did not bleed out," he breathed. "Or perhaps a knife. As for where..." The finger poked into her belly button.

"I can think of a few places. Of course, as I said... there might be some risk."

Any moment, and she could be gone in an instant. He had that power over her - she whimpered, and moaned, and quietly hoped that he wouldn't go that far just yet. While she was still sure he wouldn't kill her, Umi was... still afraid of death. Only that fear spurred her arousal on, too, back arching, pushing back harder as he slowed his pace, shaking her hips a little to shift her tight, clinging ass around his cock.

That could just... be inside of her, where it didn't belong. Piercing into her guts. Other places, anywhere he could open her up that wasn't solid muscle (and maybe that too with more effort?) he could fuck her, and she shivered at the thought. "Oh god... oh my god that's so... fucked up... isn't it?" she asked, with a nervous laugh.

"Risk... permanent harm... huh?" she swallowed. "Or death?"

Sometimes, it had to be a bit of torment. Not that Patchouli was really 'mean' per se, but watching Alph's reactions could be oddly entertaining to her. Sometimes, though, she was genuinely trying to entice him -- as she had been this time, hence their current positions.

She chuckled a little at his statement. "I know the things that get your attention by now very well."

There was no denying how amazing she was. Gorgeous and powerful, lean and still soft in all the right ways. That smile of hers always lit up his own, and the way she felt so tight around his length just drove Roy wild. Ever motion of his hips sent waves of pleasure sweeping through his body. That hot wet sex of hers was heaven itself, and he longed to never leave that embrace. Still when she whimpered and called out his name he was utterly spellbound, and there was no way in hell he could stop when she begged for him to keep going. Over and over that cock of his drove deep within, every thrust drawing out lewd moans of his own as he felt her damn near squeeze down along him at the peak of every penetration.

His vision was blurred thanks to the pleasure she offered, but still as Allison arched her breasts up his free hand moved to cup the unattended one. She felt so good in his palm and mouth, firm and perky, nipples budding beneath both his tongue and teasing fingers. Wanton whimpers of his own buzzed against her breast as his eyes drifted shut again.

The pressure within was beginning to build, a low ache settling into the pit of his stomach. Yet Roy did his best to push it aside and turned his focus to driving every bit of desire into her as the pace of his rolling hips picked up just a little more. The sounds they made together; the moans and whimpers, the sweet lewd sound of his arousal slickened length now hammering away at her eager pussy. All of it left him smiling softly, and the need for it to never end left Roy feeling hope and real joy for the first time in ages.

"It is, as you say, ever so ... what was that colloquialism?" he prattled on, pushing her chin back a little more while his fingers teased further down, brushing over her clit. "Fucked up? But here you are... coming after me with your sword bared and the smell of arousal between your legs each time. Begging for more and more. The harlot on your lips that your friends never hear."

He sneered, nipping her ear. "But yes. That is the risk, isn't it? I have access to quite a few tinctures... ever so powerful, unnatural even," he assured her. "But before we have our fun, you might just bleed a little ... too much. As sticky as you feel, though."

A chuckle. "I have a feeling you want me to do this."

"Y-yeah, no kidding..." She hadn't been wearing panties either, so in retrospect it was obvious she wanted to get laid. But right now Alph was more interested in actually doing that than thinking of the details. Alph squeezed her breasts indulgently, the feel of the wool over her soft mounds sending a shiver through him, along with a particularly deep thrust. "Nnh... They feel so soft like this."

When had she become so depraved? Maybe there was something else unnatural about him to blame, but Umi wasn't so sure she wasn't just unnatural, in a sense, as well. After all, there was nothing natural about leaping into near-death scenarios for sexual pleasure, was there?

...okay not like this anyways.

"God, I know I'm desperate, okay?" she muttered back, her neck starting to hurt - she made a choked sound. "A little... little bleeding's okay... I've bled a lot y'know. I can take some more." Although the risk of bleeding out in the process... yeah. That got her going, too, as she shuddered. "I want it. However you feel... feel like you wanna... give it to me."

"I'm bored, and nobody allows me to experiment properly," he said a few seconds before she could feel the shudders, the heat swelling inside of the balloon of his condom. It filled her up without filling her. With a wet pull and a gasp, he was out of her, and the second mess tossed to the side with the other. His lips touched her throat on the side and he started to slip around in front of her, his cock not going flaccid and still dripping seed. He took drugs for these nights, not for lack of virility... but so that he cold simply go without stopping, to exhaust her.

"I want to see just how depraved you are... and if a tincture well placed, one that would deny that ever present reaper lets us get away with something nobody else would dare try?" he said, fingers going back to her belly. "Why shouldn't I do something new to you?" He sneered.

"Who knows where you'll want me to put it before we're done." And, as if to prove the point she felt him press into her throat, keeping her from speaking for a few seconds before easing back.

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