Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

[simplememes]

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:

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

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[dragonstomper48]

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."

[dragon_blossom]

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?"

[dragonstomper48]

"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."

[dragon_blossom]

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."

[dragonstomper48]

"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.

[dragon_blossom]

This is not proper experimentation. There is nothing proper about this; Umi would be aghast to hear about any of her friends doing things like this, and yet here she is taking it in the ass and waiting to take it in the god knows where. Umi whined at the feeling of heat filling up her ass, body shivering and shaking as she came, dripping down the inside of her legs. Truthfully she'd almost rather feel his hot seed splattering inside of her ass, but... there were reasons, anyways. Her head leaned a little towards him as he went for her neck, even if she was pulled painfully back already with the gun against her throat.

"Ah... that... we could do things no one else would even think of," she gasped, smiling at him for a moment. There were... endless places on a human body, even on someone as slender as her, and she knew her mind would start wandering with ideas soon enough.

She let out a slightly choked sound at the pressure, for those few seconds. "I'll... uh... start thinking about that, actually."

[dragonstomper48]

His lips parted and he licked her throat while the gun started to move back down. It was pressing tightly to her skin, working gradually below her breastbone. One hand reached to the side, where he kept the condoms, but when it drew back she didn't see them there. The brazier by the bed with the coals helping to keep the room warm was missing its poker. Almost white-hot she could see the heat causing the air around it to waver slightly, just as the barrel worked its way down.

It pressed into her navel and he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "You know... I think I might just skip the condom for this little experiment. We've proven you're quite... clean, in a certain way." A fraction of pressure in her navel. "And I do like the idea of putting my seed in your belly. Literally." The poker drew closer slowly while his seed dripped down and he bit her ear.

Click.

[dragon_blossom]

He could definitely put a hole in her with that gun, although it'd be a little too wide and deep for just what they had in mind. Also it'd almost definitely kill her without very prompt and serious medical attention, whereas a carefully inflicted gut wound could last for hours without killing her. Not that either of them were doctors...

Umi glanced over at the hot coals as his gun slid along her body. Of course, she'd already had his seed in her belly in the sense of swallowing, on more than one occasion; that was normal compared to letting it mingle with her blood and guts. "I want it," she moaned, eyes still on the hot poker. "I want every drop of it-"

Her eyes snapped wide, and she flinched at the click, even without the accompanying boom.

[dragonstomper48]

Who needed doctors, when you had potions? The man had survived the company of balverines for a reason, after all. Seeing her flinch like that when the thunderous boom came out, he grinned in warped passion, setting the gun to the side with a swift motion. The bullet past clean through her, angled to miss the spine, though it was close all the same. The poker shoved through almost immediately afterwards, sending not only the chill of the bullet wound but the sear of raw heat cauterizing the wound all through her body. It was savage as it was without warning.

As soon as it was done, he took hold of one of those potions, keeping it in his hand while the other gripped his cock. Pressing his hips against her lithe, tiny body, he shoved and she could feel him, distantly, shoving into her. The cauterizing was far from perfect and there was a sick, wet sound as it pushed into her abdomen. "No going back now, is there, my dear?"

[dragon_blossom]

There it was - Umi wasn't ready for it, really, the pain of being shot. Compared to being nearly sliced to ribbons it was... not entirely worse but very certainly different. It tore through her skin, her muscles, her innards, then muscle again, and skin again, in the merest of moments, the pain shocking her entire body into tension and panic. Only another moment, and that nearly white hot poker was embedded in the wound, searing the whole mess shut - most of the blood she'd lose would be splattered across her back and across Reaver from the exit wound.

While Reaver indulged himself, Umi's whole world spun and went white for whole seconds, leaving her on the brink of passing out, except for her incredible force of will. She needed to feel this - even if the pain was so deep, so thoroughly part of her body, that she lost all strength in her limbs. Then there was pressure in her guts, as a cock was shoved into that hot wound, and she blinked, slowly fading back in. "Nnnnooo... no... 's not... for sure..."

[dragonstomper48]

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?"

[dragon_blossom]

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..."

[dragonstomper48]

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.

[dragon_blossom]

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.

[dragonstomper48]

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?"

[dragon_blossom]

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.

[dragonstomper48]

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?"

[dragon_blossom]

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."

[dragonstomper48]

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.

[dragon_blossom]

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.

[dragonstomper48]

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?"

[dragon_blossom]

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.

[dragonstomper48]

He couldn't pound at this angle, not the way he had before. However, he could never the less go in for a strange, surreal tightness he'd never felt before. The palm of her ruined hand pressed up against her own throat as she was effectively forced to stare up at him. With each motion, he strained more and more on her other arm, to the point where it popped out of socket.

That dislocation was far from the end of it. It became painfully obvious he wouldn't have the raw power to simply rip it out, but as he thrust in, he took hold of his pistol and hovered it over her arm, right where she could see it, just at the corner. He filled the chamber once again, setting it to the cleft of her elbow and pointing down.

No words, no warning this time. The trigger was pulled as she felt his seed practically filling into her stomach. Now, it would likely rip apart very easily... what with the sundered bone in the hole.

[dragon_blossom]

What a bizarre sensation - a difficult one to describe. There was still pain, sure. Lots of it, in her neck, in the gaping hole in her torso, the arm he was pulling on, her hand, enough that a normal girl would've long since passed out by now. It was the pressure, the unnatural feeling that almost made her nauseous again, as well as the fact that she was still conscious and aware and awake enough to process that he'd stabbed a hole in her neck to fuck. She was just... flesh now. Crying, smiling, thinking and barely breathing flesh, but she was also whatever holes, as many holes, as Reaver felt like fucking.

Her arm popped out of the socket; normally, a painful and slow to heal injury, the kind that could permanently put her fencing career out of commission just from falling behind. That wasn't even the start of what she was in for, though, and she winced at the bang, before turning her eyes, straining, to look at what was left of her shoulder.

Oh.

It hurt.

It really fucking hurt, and she shuddered, almost convulsing, as waves of pain and the sight of her arm being ripped free hit her full force, followed very closely by the sticky heat - tingling, burning in her wound - shot out into her neck, and down her throat, and into her gut. She'd swallowed some semen here and there but never like this...

[dragonstomper48]

He reached out, taking gunpowder and pouring it into the wound. More semen pumped through the hole, going everywhere as a spark ignited the powder and cauterized the wound in her arm with a vicious, agonizing flash. She wouldn't bleed out from that, but she could see the ruined stump, the result that guaranteed the arm was gone and never being re-attached. He allowed that to sink in while he took her arm and smiled, using her own hand to carress her cheek.

"And now... let's put your body to good use, mmm?" The idea of what was coming was probably pretty easy to guess. She got to feel him, not pulling out of her throat but leaning over. There was no sight of it, but fingers were pressing to her backdoor, prying her already used anus. Two... warm, masculine, working it around and then three... no, four. They were feminine... they were hers. With a bit of effort, they were clenched into a fist and her wrist disappeared into the darkness of her own back door, fucking up and fisting hard into her ass.

"You're going to be a glorious showpiece of decadence, you know... when others find what's left of you," he said, finally pulling out of her, a gob of seed spattering into her face before he pulled her hand off of his cock.