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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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It's not long until Dick's down to just groaning, and why not? By now he's just about overwhelmed with all the sensations he's being subjected to, like the most pleasant kind of torture he's ever experienced.

When he registers her fingers wrapping around his cock, he shifts just a little to give her a bit more room to play with it. What she's doing to his ass feels damn good, but now with his length filling her hand, she might get him to come in not too long.

Of course she wasn't ready for it. How could she possibly be ready to have a hole in her chest, and a cock crammed into it. His hips pounded up against her belly, the sick sounds of his thrusts coming to her. There was no feel of latex now, a first for the two of them. The heat of his flesh was naked as it thrust in and pushed against her body, thin squelching sounds coming with each motion of his hips.

"How do I feel inside you, my little dolcett toy?" he teased, panting while he pounded, forcing her chest to turn backwards, to exacerbate the sensations slightly, his hands on her breasts while he took her in that sick, warped, depraved way. "Is it everything you imagined?"

[There was nothing overly notable about their first meeting. At least save, maybe, for being able to watch Viktor perform. Sure Jae-Ha knew of him - how could he not - but the difference between television and being in the very same arena was great. Despite being rivals, he couldn't help but to be drawn in, and feel the desire to get closer. The chemistry was practically instant.

Upon their second meeting, a full week later, things had already escalated. Except they were stupid enough to get into it all while still in an area where they could far more easily be caught. —Not that Jae-Ha particularly had an issue with that sort of thing, but he wasn't foolish as to proceed; it wasn't just the people in the immediate area who were watching the both of them amid the competition. Where he did screw up was when he made to escape from the press. Typically he was extremely adept at making his way to the rooftops in little more than the blink of an eye without anyone seeing; it simply left them very confused. (If he was, honestly, he probably would be disqualified as a whole. He's always been known for his especially high jumps, but it was summed up to raw skill). . . Only, it would later be known that Viktor definitely did witness it. Jae-Ha immediately would talk to him about it, in all seriousness. Although it's clear enough in his performances that he has absolute control over just how much strength and height he puts into his right leg.

For once, in this third time around, it's amid their down time between competitions. They probably shouldn't be out and seen together too much, but at least the bar Jae-Ha took him to was lesser known and rather small. Not that he would act on his more physical wants right then and there, no matter how much he wanted to get him to the wall just a few feet away. And while he has a high level of tolerance for alcohol, there definitely was a bit of stumbling as Jae-Ha got them back to his apartment which thankfully was close by.

. . .Once they were inside, though, there was little need to carry on with any of their conversations from earlier, nor to be concerned over possibly being caught. Jae-Ha yanked him in by the collar of his shirt, so close that they're flush up against one another, then to press his lips to Viktor's in a rough kiss, parting his own from the start to make it deeper.

They remained at the door for quite some time, Jae-Ha having pinned him to it, continuing to grind against him. Initially moving them away the door was too much of a bother, but he eventually does so.

At some point along the way (Jae-Ha hasn't been paying attention) most of their clothes end up on the floor, although he does still have his right foot and a good part of his right leg wrapped up. Coming up with what kind of reason he'll give to Viktor upon being questioned about it isn't anything he can find himself able enough to focus on.

Instead Jae-Ha has him on his back and pressed into the bed, having spread Viktor's legs a fair bit. He's over the other, one hand having gotten his arm additionally pinned and pressed hard to the bed, Jae-Ha has both of their erections gripped within his opposite. Only now and again does he (slowly) rub over both heads, breath coming slightly panted when he groans. He's further occupied by giving attention along Viktor's throat and shoulder in hot, wet kisses, dragging his teeth and nipping the tender skin here and there.

Despite the hold of his one arm, Viktor still does have the freedom to move. Although, personally, Jae-Ha wants to see what it would take to really make the other come undone.]

Another, deeper breath, and she rocks her hips a bit on top of him too. In and out, if just a little bit; it's easier now than it used to be, but she's not in any rush either. "I-I'm glad..."

Pregnancy has done precisely nothing to lower her sex drive, that's for sure.

Thinking she was ready to be gut-fucked didn't mean she actually was, in any capacity, ready for it. A hole in her body, seared close enough to shut to keep her alive for a little while; a raw cock sliding into her slender little belly, pushing her guts around. Umi moaned weakly, vision still spinning and turning, blurred, but coming back into focus as her body... sort of adjusted. The pain wasn't so much of a blur that she couldn't feel every thrust distinctly, and god, did it hurt.

Swallowing, she focused her eyes on Reaver. "M-more." More painful, more depraved. He was already a sick fuck for doing a girl as young as her, and then blowing a hole in her and sticking his dick in it? Of course, depraved was practically Umi's sexual orientation at this point, and her gasping breaths spoke of arousal. "So... big... ...fuck... fuck me up... please..."

He reached down with one hand, grabbing hold of one of the metal dildos, each half used in the evening, that littered the bed. Taking it, he pushed it back up and into her body, thrusting it hard into her body while his cock hammered the abused, unnatural hole. He gripped her by the head, hair clutched in his fingers while he forced her back to look into his eyes.

"It almost sounds like my dear has finally admitted it. She wants to be broken beyond recognition," he said, starting to angle up somewhat. The pressure built, making it harder to breathe as he hit the apex of each thrust.

Breathing harshly, moaning, as husky as her teenage voice could get, she focused on Reaver's cruel eyes - while he destroyed her body. The tugging on her hair hardly stood out in the face of a thick cock in her abdomen, or that dildo slamming into her, making her squirm and kick a bit, moans rising as he worked it into her. Her whole being was consumed with pain and pleasure, her voice cracking; Reaver was her entire world. She was desperate for more sensation.

Anything. Everything. "...I'm yours... yours... to destroy... god..." she whimpered, tears streaking her face. Her stomach churned from the pressure placed it on as Reaver fucked her, face going paler, and a little greenish.

He could see the greenish tint to her features, the way that she was reacting. The angle shifted and the sensation of him plowing such that her guts, her breathing was impeded and it almost felt like she was getting fuller and then less so between his thrusts. He sneered when she said that, reaching up to fondle her breast once more while he stared down and into her eyes, the dildo inside of her buzzing now, a lewd addition.

"You say that like you almost don't expect to survive tonight...," he hinted, his lips pulled back into a wicked sneer. "Like you almost crave to die such a horrid death that they all stare aghast at your body. No open caskets for you, eh my pretty little strumpet?"

[ He was already getting used to Patchouli's idea of a fashion sense. The new one was slightly more in tune with the occasion than the thing she showed up in on the night before, but it was even more ridiculous. Even more so was the ridiculous kyun sound she made at him while he was busy staring, one that came off like she didn't quite decide whether she was being a dog or a cat but certainly made it clear what her intent for the outfit was.

Well, Aether took the bait. It took only a little coaxing before Patchouli was on her knees, the knight's hand buried in her hair and his cock clasped between her lips. His hips quickly fell into a steady rhythm, his length pushing deep into her mouth before withdrawing slow enough for her to put her tongue to work, never going further than she was prepared to handle. Not that he doubted Patchouli's ability to deepthroat him, but it was best to wait until she wanted him to do so.

In the meantime, his fingers brushed through her hair, the tips idly flicking against the large animal ears. Yes, they were likely a decoration, but it was never beyond Patchouli to imbibe an odd potion just for the experience of it. He learned that much by now. ]

Oh, that was not improving her nausea situation at all; her stomach was pushed up against, and the sheer shock to her system mingled with the wildly inappropriate arousal and that simple physical pressure was really doing her no favors. Her stomach was thankfully mostly empty, but her eyes shot wide open as she turned her head to the side, retching, once, then vomiting beside herself, shivering as she expelled what little there was in her stomach. Even with Reaver pulling on her hair, she made a bit of a mess, just from how much there was; he was really, truly destroying her. All the same, her tits and her pussy were both incredibly sensitive, and the shock going through her brought a grim smile to her lips.

Death. Horrific. Gruesome. The kind that would really... mess up her friends and family. "...maybe... torn to pieces... for fun? Is that... can that be a thing?" she asked, gasping, her body shaking, the taste of bile still filling her mouth.

Seeing her wretch, it was hardly the most attractive thing, and yet it said so much about how much of an effect he was having on her. Reaver shuddered, and she could feel the heat of wet seed spilling into her guts, mingling with the blood and the twisted knot that as the wound he was abusing. His eyes got a nasty look at her suggestion and he grabbed for her hand. Both of his hands freed her from his grip while he held her hand on the table, taking hold of a knife.

One smooth, careful jab down, going between the bones of her hand, in the palm, and he was pulling out, taking the wounded, bloody arm by the wrist and bringing it down towards his crotch. "Mmm, you really do want me to destroy you, do you?"

It sure didn't feel sexy, but when she was being destroyed, not everything was going to be sexy regardless of how she felt about the whole experience. Umi felt something hot shooting into her guts - if only because they were just a little less hot than they should be with how badly damaged they were - and shuddered at the knowledge that he'd left his seed inside of her. God, that was kind of amazing, that he could cum inside of her without worry... so deep inside.

Gasping for breath, her pussy dripping wet now, she was unable to resist as he grabbed her. "Ah... so much cum..." she muttered, as she watched curiously - and then screamed when he slammed the knife into her hand, short but sharp. Her breathing spiked at the fresh injury as she stared up at him. He was really... willing to kill her. She'd be dead. Gone. A broken toy he could discard like... meaningless refuse.

"...do it," she whispered. She'd die, or live utterly broken... "My flesh... blood... every organ... is your plaything."

[Whoops. That was a delay there. Anyway...!]

This was a nice present. Getting to have a slave... er, toy... er, uh, new friend from an exotic alien planet wasn't something Vriska had expected to get. But no, a gift from the Empress herself was now in her clutches, provided naught but some nice, sturdy "accessories" around her wrists and ankles, but honestly that's all she needed considering her fate.

A handful to control, but she was managing to do it seemingly well enough, one hand between the human girl's legs, three fingers thrusting rapid, hard and deep whilst its mate held tightly onto Umi's hair, pulling and yanking her head to the side with it. Partly just to pull for fun, but also to expose her neck to the troll's mouth as she bites and nips at her flesh, leaving plenty of marks.

As rough as she's being, she's not breaking the skin and drawing blood yet, and with chompers like hers, she definitely could without any trouble. She could rip out the girl's throat if she really wanted to, but she rather wanted to keep Umi alive... well maybe missing some extremities and/or organs later if she felt like it, the troll eying a tray of equipment off to the side; but right now keeping her in relatively one piece was her current intent.

[Their relationship was definitely quite an odd one. For her, at least. She couldn't say about Aether. It took some time, but their relationship definitely had gotten very sexual. Hence why Patchouli was now on her knees sucking Aether's cock in something that barely constituted an outfit. She was, however, appreciative for his slow, steady start. She fully believed she could take more, but for the moment...

...this was fine.

The ears were a decoration this time. Even if it wouldn't be surprising to see her with those a bit more... real.]

[ It was hard for Cecil to pinpoint what she liked about Damarhis. Unlike the young man, who seemed wholly talented at translating his emotions into words, voicing what she felt most intimately was never her strong suit. Oh, she could give impassioned speeches on a great number of topics when it came to politics and war and the like, but being candid about her feelings... well, that was another matter altogether.

He was her opposite in nearly every way. Young, boisterous, proud, and forever confident, he was everything she was not, and yet somehow, they complimented one another rather than clashed. They'd had their little spats here and there, of course, but few were really worth holding a grudge over and all were rather quickly forgotten when a few potent drinks were involved.

It had all happened so fast, but Cecil swiftly learned that not even she was able to truly deny Damarhis when he really wanted something. Armed with a silver tongue and an unabashedly bold pair of hands, his dominant streak took her by surprise. She'd never been kissed so hard before, let alone physically restrained while being kissed that way. Most people — most men — knew better than to try exerting such force on her and all of them wanted to treat her like a pretty, porcelain doll, fragile and sacred. Damarhis clearly had no such delicious about his new bride and he was hell-bent on treating her the same exact way he'd treat any other beautiful women who was his and who he belonged to himself.

Honestly, it was stunningly exciting.

Cecil moaned against his mouth, surrendering to the kiss until his hands started wandering. Then she was all too interested in where they were going to focus much on kissing still. The sensation of his fingers mapping out the curves of her thighs made her sigh and heat pool where his touch was dangerously close to meeting. When he gathered up the skirts of her gown and moved to kneel before her, she knew what he wanted and she was aching to give it to him. His soft lips and tongue were received with delighted gasps and she spread her thighs for him, welcoming his attention, even going so far as to help him hold her dress up enough for him to have access to her. She was getting wet already, but he was being awfully convincing and she didn't want him to stop. ]

Lower? Oh, no; her pregnancy seems to have the exact opposite effect, from his standpoint. Not that he's complaining (much).

He keeps things slow and shallow, making sure that her body's fully used it before he starts deepening his thrusts. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses up the side of her neck, moaning from both the feel of her body around his cock, and the vibes from the egg coming thru her walls.

Definitely a slave, probably a toy. Friend is far more questionable. Umi never asked to have aliens invade, to be captured, to be given to an alien as a gift, and who would? Even without restraints, she wasn't going anywhere now, though, even if she got her hands on a weapon she knew how to use; she was outnumbered and more than a little far from home.

Now, there was a benefit to this. Umi had been concerned about being given away, that she'd end up in the clutches of some awful crusty old creepy guy, but Vriska, well... Umi didn't expect grey skin and horns to be all that attractive, but belonging to a girl that seemed to be close-ish in age, and a cute one at that, wasn't the worst fate. Or maybe she was just sexually repressed and desperate. After all, those fingers filling her up weren't making her squirm with pain, she wasn't moaning because she was afraid or anything. Although she hoped some of the, uh, devices were just for show, she could get off to this, even with the hair pulling and the rough, marking bites. In fact, she wasn't sure they didn't help.

Her hand was forced down as he pulled his cock out, and the hole was used almost immediately afterwards. Bones pushed to the side and groaned in agony while it plunged through the hole he'd just carved, blood covering like a sick lube that would do no good in the long run, all seconds before he plunged into her again. He reached up and tilted her head back, forcing it so that she couldn't see him as he thrusted into her body. The feel of the knife there, below her voice box, was obvious. It was a knick, nothing more, but a hint and a warning.

"You're oozing it," he said, tauntingly. "White and red oozing down from the wound. But I always ngh... enjoyed a good handjob, don't you?" The knife bit, cutting into her throat but not slicing. It punched a small hole a second before he reached for the poker again. It was crude, but she could feel the white hot heat forming a stoma, a hole right into her throat, below her larynx.

He would carve holes into her until she was a pin-cushion of places to fuck.

She could have indeed wound up with someone a lot worse; "awful", "creepy", and "crusty" easily some good descriptions... "Old", though? Age-wise, sure, physically, probably not so much. Once a troll became an adult, that was it. No old, wrinkly creeps among them; once grown up, they would be that way til death, whether the human definition of middle aged to several thousands of years (or in the Empress' case, tens of 'em, compounded by agelessness). Ugly, on the other hand... plenty of those among even the "beautiful" elite.

Unless something bad happened to Vriska, she'd outlive Umi for several of her lifetimes... well, if she lived to the usual human median, anyway, depending on how things went, said lifetime might be over in a few days, if that. That was the future, though, and for the present, what was happening now would continue. Her biting and nibbling doesn't stop, the troll girl adding Umi's shoulders and collarbone to the collecting spots of her hickeys.

Her fingers continue pounding in and out, continuing to give lewd, squelching sounds to be companions to the human girl's vocalizations and breaths as well as the sounds her own mouth makes against Umi's flesh. That mouth moves on to catch the bluenette's ear in its grasp, Vriska nibbling and tugging at it roughly before letting go. She adds another yank to that blue hair and gives another shoulder bite, and this time, it's to draw out some red.

That was one way to... get a handjob. Yeah. There was no way that didn't scratch a little bit, honestly, even as small and fragile as the bones in her hand were; not that Reaver ever seemed to care. It was all about her, destroying her, disassembling her, using her however the two of them pleased; her hand ached and twitched, the thrusts sending burning spikes of pain up through her arm, into her shoulder and neck.

That wasn't the only pain in the neck apparently. "Nn. ...red's not exactly my... color... but I like it right now," were not exactly her last words, but she wasn't doing much beyond gurgling as he carefully sliced into her throat. Small, even delicate, and very precise, leaving a, uh, very useful hole, seared shut.

There wasn't much to think of beyond the present, beyond her, uh, well, her owner - there was no point to thinking about anything else, at least. Thoughts of her friends and family, and her world's fate, those could all occupy her if she allowed them to; and when she wasn't being used by Vriska, she might not be able to think of anything else. With the troll, though, she was more than distracted by the fingers pounding into, fast, hard, while she nibbled and marked up her slender shoulders, her collarbone, all around her.

None of this damage is permanent and physical pain is only temporary. So's pleasure. Umi's a very inexperienced young woman in the ways of this carnal pleasure, sensitive and nervous, her body reacting all too readily to the fingers sliding in and out of her, fast and hard; and even the pain. Whimpering at the tug, she lets Vriska maneuver her to her heart's delight, voice rising as the next bite works to draw blood.

What Umi was distracted from thinking about now would remain truly unknown, although Vriska would probably later tell her pet what usually happens to the intelligent life on conquered planets. The answers would probably put even more uncertainty into the girl's mind when she had whatever time to herself that the troll allowed her. Which, was probably not going to be much.

Indeed, none of the damage she was causing right now would have real permanence; the bruises and scratch marks would fade, the harder bite marks would leave minor scarring. Speaking of bite marks, she sinks her teeth into Umi's flesh with that last bite until she feels her blood flow from the surface. She tastes a little bit, but lets go to see the rest flow from the punctures, her hand unfurling itself from her pet's hair to grope at one of her breasts.

It's so fascinating, so novel to see that, heretical-to-trolls color come out of every human. That only once in a while mutant red so few of their kind possessed. It makes her giggle giddily, but she's not giddy enough to slow nor stop her rough fingering, nor distracting enough to get her to push in a fourth digit to help its friends.

He seemed to be coping with any roughness as his cock rammed up into her already wrecked, damaged and beautiful body. He didn't slow it while he carved the hole in her throat. His lips moved in to kiss and flick his tongue over it. Breathing and speaking would be hard... but not entirely impossible, at least faintly. But it was all too easy now to make use of it, angled just below where she would choke, allowing her throat to take in air even as he soon fucked her in it.

He pulled out, though not removing her hand, forcing her to her knees in front of him and gripping her by the head. A fistful of hair and she could feel herself being angled, feel the cock pushing in, right down and underneath the collarbone. He sneered at her, eyes lurid as it looked like he was nearly coming again.

"They say the blood turns black when mixed with the wrong fluids from a ruptured organ," he whispered. "Perhaps some of your blood will not be so much red, mmm?" And, as he said it, his free hand reached out for her other arm, gripping it by the wrist and pulling it taut. "I believe your words... tear me limb from limb?"

No details, please. Or maybe details. Did she want to know? Would they be better off dead or enslaved? Umi wasn't sure which one she preferred for herself - at least conceptually. In the heat of the moment she preferred her slavery, preferred getting finger-banged by her alien mistress, as shameful as it was to enjoy being treated like a toy. Teeth tear into her, enough to draw blood, finally, and she yelps, fading into harsh breaths; Umi expects that to take her out of the mood and almost says something, when she realizes that it... just hasn't.

It's like she enjoyed it, and as confusing as that is, Umi doesn't have the presence of mind to think about her increasingly well-explored masochistic tendencies as she bleeds, red trickling down her pale skin; as Vriska grabs at a one of her perky breasts, while shoving a fourth finger into her. "Ah! Too... too much, too much," Umi whimpers, as it stretches her tight entrance to the point that her whole body shudders.

It already felt like she was... pretty much screwed. Oh, sure, magic could still patch her up quite a bit, the gaping holes in her torso and throat, but Umi was... really, ready to die for Reaver. For herself, for a sick sexual thrill for the both of them. Her breaths were labored and raspy and she could taste a bit of copper in the back of her mouth, but it was scorched enough to not kill her as quickly as a massive hole in the neck usually would. Good for her.

Umi's eyes looked up at Reaver weakly as he grabbed at her, yanking her around with an awful choked gasp that sprayed a few faint drops of blood. Every hole he made in her was for his dick; hopefully she'd survive this one to see where else he planned on fucking her. There was no sexual pleasure strictly speaking from a gaping wound, but being used was a fabulous aphrodisiac for Umi; being treated as a disposable sex toy. Of course the fascinating taboo of being literally ripped apart in the process was high on her list as well.

Tears staining her cheeks, she smiled at Reaver, and nodded as he pulled on her arm - talking with a cock shoved into her was even harder.

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