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My mid-fuck knows what you did in the dark

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.

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Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
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Keep going and finish the act.
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[ it's too late to change now— to allow is modicum of restraint when his master is so... unrestrained with him. no doubt she can see for what he actually is; not the graceful masterpiece of steel but a wild, hungry animal who has not eaten for years— and who has been blessed with a meal for the first time in centuries.

his mouth is watering, and when she removes her fingers, he loses his goddamn mind. her scent is now more prominent than over, and she dares to bring it to her mouth before he's given a chance to taste for himself. his movement is quick, too impulsive, but her words are cut off by his mouth as he scoops in and swallows her pleas. her taste is faint on her tongue, yet he still chases after it as though it's some magical elixir to soothe his mind from going completely berserk. he laps his tongue around her's and wrestles it, fangs scraping and scratching all corners of the organ.

his fingers are still on her clit, moving further south to coat them with her wetness. he even toys with her folds and teases entry with the sharps of his claws. no— he'll spare them both of that, as they have both reached the point of no return. every molecule and magical circuit in this borrowed body is screaming for him to enter her tight cunt, and he can no longer wait.

kogi breaks the kiss and spits into his palm. and, in a deliberate move, sits back up and coats his cock with saliva. doesn't matter that it isn't enough, that that his impatience could tear her into fucking two, but he thinks of her pleas and lines himself. the crown of his cock is blunt against her, soft around the edges yet heavy, invasive; like it doesn't belong near such a small girl, but his hips shakes as her legs continue to stroke his sides and encouraging him, while quivering themselves. ]

You're too— [ he pants, summoning the last of his obedience to be gentle, but to no avail.

one second passes. two seconds. and when the final tick strikes, he brings a hand to her neck, pushing her in place, and thrusts.

it's too rough of an entry. if amane opens her mouth, he will shove his fingers down deep in her mouth to silence her, as though to mute the shame he would undeniably feel better for doing this. she's tight, so fucking, unbelievably tight that he nearly comes from the first movement. her walls cling to his cock in small spasms that makes him imagine how desperately her body must be trying to accommodate his size.

he doesn't give her time; his hip move with amplified desperation that he'd tried so hard to hold back, fucking her as though he won't have any other opportunities to, as though she owes this to him for having pleasing herself before his original form for years, having him endure the wait and the want. his free hand lifts under her knee and continues snapping into her in wet, punishing slaps. ]

Master, master master master— [ he's mumbling between moans, ] Master, I'd break you...

[ and it comes more as a warning before he lets go of her neck and leg— kogi sinks entirely into her tightness and scoops his arms beneath her. in a swift movement, with their bodies still connected, he springs her upright into him, seating him on his cock. his hands on her hips now, he squeezes again, no doubt marking her once more, and urges her to fucking move. ]

Dance on me— [ his voice is shaking still. ] Master...

[He is wild and fierce. And as someone who does her best to hide her own insatiable nature behind a veneer of grace, refinement, and elegance, she sees him for what he is in this moment. She feels closer to him and maybe he will hate her less if and when he finds out what she is, but she should not dare to dream. Her whim of tasting them both has consequences and before she can properly take a breath, his mouth is on hers, the pressure and heat oppressive. Nothing is closed to him, but he pries open her lips anyway, relentless in his quest for a taste. She twines her tongue with his easily, too easily. Even when she pricks herself on his fangs she does not stop and only finds his tongue again that he might have a different taste of her as she passes along her blood to him, that sweet, rich crimson drop of her life.

This is not lovemaking, this is being devoured, utterly and wholly consumed. He's tearing into her and she could ask him to do it more, to crack her open and suck out her insides until she is bereft and hollow with only the memory of her undoing for company.

And him.

Even as an empty shell, she must have him.

She does not love it. She will later when the world is righted and her mind is capable of thinking coherently once more. For now, everything is feeling, everything is instinct, and her instincts tell her not only to give, no, but to let him take and take and take, to be a good doll for him.

When he breaks the kiss her lips are redder with effort, with blood and she pants like her next breaths are all that remain in the world. And still, he does not stop touching her. Her hips buck up and roll to catch more of the sensation that he offers so generously to her and she angles her head to look at him.

He is so big, impossible to miss and she would reach out and touch him with curiosity if he were not already doing so. The sight is mesmerising, it distracts her from the eternity that persists every moment he is not inside her. She feels her own impatience and desire broiling but it's cooled, ironically, by the heat of his cock pressed against her, and she wonders

Will she feel good?

Will all this have been for naught?

Will he somehow know that she is tainted?

She bites her lip subconsciously but she is not given time to worry as the breath explodes out of her in a thin gasp as pressure is upon her neck like a vise and she is roughly, savagely made complete by him.

It hurts, it hurts it hurtshurtshurtsgods--! He's so big and she is so tight and there are fingers nearly down her throat, but she remembers to please and laps at them anyway, tongue rolling about the digits and courting danger when it moves around his claws. She pushes past the pain. She's always been made to believe that anything can be endured as long as it's been suffered once, but this is entirely new. Still, she's stronger than this and it is a good thing because he does not wait. Time continues and so does he.

She accepts everything.

The pain never fades, but it can be set aside to make room for something more delicious as he pounds into her. She feels her hair start to come a little loose as he continues his onslaught and she moans with every thrust, toes curling downward.

Her years of repression are not insignificant, a well that is deeper than it ought to be for her tender years of sixteen, but they are scant compared to the centuries of hunger and denied satisfaction he has had to contend with and he easily, inevitably overwhelms her. She's been holding it since he watched her touch herself and doubled down when started to as well, but she cannot anymore and she whimpers plaintively, clenching around him and arching her back as she comes for the first time with a loud moan. Stars are in her vision, she feels so warm and light even as he pins her down, but even if it's amazing, it's also woefully inadequate, not nearly enough for what she's come to need.

He will not stop even then, she knows.

Her voice is already hoarse between overwhelming sensation and the hand on her neck.]

M-more, please! You can--you can break me!

[Gods, but she could beg him to not knowing that he already has, in a way, and that she already is, the plea falling from her lips with lascivious desperation.]

Break break break, oh please--ah!

[The world shifts direction in his arms as she's brought up suddenly, the pressure lifted from her neck though it leaves red and purple marks on her skin that will fade in short time, but are bright and angry on her fair skin right now.

Just as she tries to make sense of it all, he pushes himself inside her. To the hilt.

Her body twists and arches and every exhale is deeply hot as she leans against him for support. It's so much, he's so much. She takes it all without knowing how and the blood pounds in her ears to be almost deafening.

But his voice pierces the din.]

Yes--[He's allowed her to breathe properly once more and yet she is still breathless as she lifts her hips and comes back down again. she repeats it, tightening up her core muscles and trust his hands. She is slow, careful at first as she feels this position out, but she will not be slow for long; he may lose his patience and burn a hole through her bed and into the floor at this rate.

She sets a rhythm, picking up the pace nicely and rolling her hips shallowly.]

Ko-Kogitsunemaru...

Edited 2019-11-12 06:20 (UTC)

[ Kogitsunemaru will never know that she had already come, but the small, remaining sober part of his mind notes with delight that she is much more wet than before; she's becoming just slightly lose enough that he can feel her secretions. His cock slips in with marginally increased ease. And he cannot see it, but he smells the iron lingering— she's bleeding, no doubt from the forced entry of his girth. Were he more in control of himself, he would feel apologetic. Ashamed of what he's done, even— however, in his fury, he has completely lost. The blood only fuels him further, and he lets out a growl as he grips her hips and lifts his own to meet her when she settles back on him.

He's close, and body screams for release, but he cannot find release. Even when her hips dance upon him in tantalizing swings, taking him completely with each drop.

It's not enough, not enough, not enough notenough. He feels an unknown anger swell inside him— why is he feeling this way? Why, when he has managed, miraculously, to gain a form enough to pleasure the master he admires so much?

Kogitsunemaru won't know this, either: that aforementioned sober part of his mind has been nurturing the guilt of what he's doing. It continues to grown until his chest tightened, as though his heart is being pulled in many directions— all away from the girl he's fucking so utterly and relentlessly. ]

M-Master— [ He breathes, unable to control the way his voice shudders. Their faces are much closer in this position, and he grants her a breathy kiss, moaning when she sinks herself deep upon him. ] Do you—

[ hate me?, is what he wants to ask, but he is stopped short by a distant sound. The tufts on his head shift as though to get a better sense of where it's coming from, and what it is exactly. Even as he turns his head toward the slider doors, he doesn't allow her to stop her dance— but a hand does move toward her mouth to muffle her cries indefinitely.

It's late in the evening; summer cicadas whistle loudly from the outside, but beneath that is a distant sound of footsteps that perhaps only Kogitsunemaru can pick up, and his skin prickles suddenly at the thought of a keeper walking in on such a gruesome scene— no doubt getting his Master into trouble. But Kogitsunemaru is an animal, through and through. They can't stop now, not when he is so goddamned close. However, his Master must slow her movements to minimize sounds—

and he free hand continues to guide the rhythm of her dance, now turned slow and and torturous for him especially. ] Someone, someone is coming...

[ He whispers, barely able to contain the moan teasing at his throat. But. ]

Please don't stop, Master‐

[Her hips roll deeper onto him as time passes and desperation increases; she grows to get the hang of it more as her momentum drives her to move and keep moving. Strong hands cling to her flesh--she is driftwood for a drowning man in a storm at sea. There will be bruises.

That is fine, they won't last, but even if they did, they would be worth it, worth him.

Her eyes are hazy, his eyes are wild. She cannot help but stare at that angry crimson, so full of lust and fury and fire. She does not know whether she should stoke those flames or quell them. Whatever happens, though, she will be with him until the end. Oh, how dearly she wants to see it.

Her stomach flutters and clenches at the same time when he kisses her and she stops bracing her hands against him to hold his face, sinking lowly upon him. It's novel and fascinating how she can control their pleasure with her strokes and body this way and she raises herself up, up, up, nearly off him to sink all the way down. She does it again. And again. And again, hissing and crying out all the while. She tightens around him, twitching. It feels so good to be full of him this way, there is just so much of him. She had no idea it could be this way...

suddenly, his hand is upon her face. She kisses it, whines against it, helpless against the pleasure and the silence both. She would ask him what he meant to say but she cannot while he is so strongly against her. He does nothing by halves, she is discovering.

That devil hand wants her to slow down and she almost protests, wordless though it would have been. He feels--he feels even bigger inside her and she wonders if he isn't close like she is. To slow down now would be agony, but she already decided: she would be a good doll for him. Dolls listen. She trembles as she fights the instinct to move, but thinks that she is water. She circumvents obstacles she does not fight them directly, usually. She channels that drive into being thorough, into savouring. Her hips roll sensuously. Slow, snakelike. She feels her eyes flutter shut as she tries to feel out the skin inside her. So hard, so strong, so hot. She feels him twitch, she feels the thick veins pressed up aginst her walls, she feels absolutely everything and she moans in delight, muffled but not unheard.

She would not dream of stopping now even though her heart does beat much faster. Who could it be? No one ever comes down here. No one should. If they're lucky, they'll pass them by. He does not want her to stop and she cannot deny him that, even with the danger.

she has her own worries, but she whines once more because he looks delicious like this as he fights against his own instincts and looks vulnerable. She wants to kiss him, drink down his whispers and his moans and she cannot.

It's so unfair.]

Edited 2019-11-21 08:06 (UTC)

[ As the moments pass, Kogitsunemaru can only feel himself swell up further inside her; his length harder than ever before, and heavens he feels everything inside her, stretching her still, no doubt hurting her very foundations. Yet his Master continues to roll, taking the entirety of his cock in her warm, tight depths. At this pace, she will feel all of him, too; the veins and the pulse and how his own hips gyrate in desperation, plunge himself back in if she remains suspended for too long.

The footsteps outside only gets louder as it approaches near the shrine, and he realizes then that perhaps they had been too loud before. He muffles his moans against her skin, her neck and her shoulder meet, biting down gently.

And the swelling never stops. He continues to grow larger inside her as he nears his climax. By now, the movements are undoubtedly painful, she's stretched and filled whole over and over, and it's a miracle that she she hasn't passed out from the sheer size of his lust. Thankfully, the person outside seem to have cut their search short following some commotion from a neighboring building— Kogitsunemaru doesn't know who he'll have to thank for that, but he'll file that in mind for later.

There's a more pressing issue at hand now: he's going to come, and there is a fleeting thought in the deep recesses of his mind that wonders if she will truly be able to handle it. With the footsteps distancing, he feels it's then appropriate to continue where they'd left off— and that is, fuck her until there's nothing left of either of them, searing the bodies into one for the rest of time. If it weren't for the lingering guilt, he fears he may break her, but somehow, Amane is enduring, obeying, taking all of him even though his robe is stained with blood of his doing.

Mad at himself, but sex and anger go too well hand-in-hand, even when that anger roots from the fact that he's hurting her— when he can't distinguish his anger from his desire, he instinctively takes it out on her. She's suddenly hauled once again, and he's quick; there's only a brief time they're apart before her face is pressed against the wall, held there by the hand at her nape. The previous position undoubtedly weakened her thighs; he helps her stand by lifting her ass, encouraging her to stand on her toes as he lowers himself behind her.

Master won't be empty for long; soon, the crown of his member find her sweet, tight cunt once more, and he thrusts inside too unceremoniously. The anger grows in his heart as he does, there's no changing that— hates that he cannot control himself before the girl, that he is too blinded to see that he isn't making the situation any better. His hips snap as he fucks deep inside her, grinding, then he removes his hand and takes her by her waist, and savages her completely, in an uncontrollable frenzy.

The sounds he makes is mix of animalistic and pleasure, groaning her name and frustrated there is no other possible way he can consume her any further. ] I'm sorry— I'msorry--ah,

[ None of what he says next makes sense, he wants to apologize for everything, for putting her here, but he can't stop himself from relentlessly diving into her, and Gods, she is still too tight from this angle, he is so close...just a little more— ]

[He bade her dance but his own hips are plenty rhythmic if wild in their desperation and the more he swells inside her the higher her moans rise in pitch. He was already so much from the first and yet he becomes so much more. She can hardly stand it, can barely take it, but she does. Trembling and whimpering and near breathless, but oh she does.

He breaks the skin at her shoulder and she hisses in delight, wondering if he realises that he's made her bleed once more, beads of scarlet rolling down her alabaster skin. It hardly matters, he can do as he pleases--she told him he could break her and she meant it.

Amane only distantly processes the footsteps even as they draw closer; mind-breaking lust displaces worry. If either of her parents walked in at this very moment, she still would not know if she could stop. Useless excuses would tumble from her lips until she would remember that she could use them for more useful, delicious things.

Like now.

She kisses him hungrily , wantonly, tongue deliberately cutting itself along his fangs as she makes a gift of her blood. It is sweet, hot, so full of powerful magic and it is all for him. She's never been with a man before, but she wonders if he's close now. She certainly is and tears bead at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall, because she feels glorious. She feels wondrous.

She feels...whole.

Yes...yes, yes! this is what it must be to be complete. It hurts but it also feels amazing, the sensations blending into each other until she can no longer tell one from the other. Her nerves are simply ignited until she feels she might combust from the inside out. Oh....Oh, Oh--]

--Gods--

[The room is a blur suddenly and it's because they're moving, together. She cries out and hisses when he presses her against the wall, not at all expecting the motion and not at all minding it. It is impossible to tell where pre ends and her wetness begins but both glide down her thighs with lazy, rolling grace. She cannot help her whine when she's empty of him and her hips sway and shake in protest. Inside, inside, oh please, she's so close so close so close. She wants him so badlybadlybadly. She says his name and it is a prayer to be delivered from this agonising wait--

He answers her and she cries out, sings her gratitude.]

K-Kogitsunemaru--!

[Standing on her legs is difficult because he nearly drives her off them with every powerful thrust. She moans in time with each one and they grow so haggard with the pressure of everything that he is that she nearly sobs.

And yet she still wants more. Everything he has to give she wants.

Her fingers shudder against the wall before she curls them tightly bracing for every move and every wave of pleasure, and her moans come quickly, more frequently until she just does not stop them at all.

Because she is gone.

The tears begin to fall but it does not matter because everything is white behind her eyes and she all but screams. She is buried, crushed under wave after wave of pure pleasurepain and she can barely stand it. Her back arches and her nails dig into the wood of the wall to find purchase before she's swept away to drown in him, but it's futile, she's not here anymore. She's not here and it the most amazing thing she's ever felt.]

Edited 2019-11-22 04:42 (UTC)

[ There is nothing more sobering than the desperate cries she makes. They're both in pleasure and pain, but Kogitsunemaru can only feel her flex and recoil in pain every time he thrusts into her, slippery skin slapping against skin, their accumulated sweat and heat filling the desolate shrine where he once slept.

— but Heavens know by now how good she feels wrapped around his cock; her cunt makes a grotesque sound that absolutely shatters him every time he withdraws and pushes back in entirely. He feels her body twitch in protest only physically, but her moans are true and indeed wanton; she only screams his name, but he hears streams of begging and pleasure and something else completely indescribable. Yes, Kogitsunemaru is aware he is undoing her, so utterly and so awfully, but she takes it, everything he has to offer, from the cruel to the passionate, from the anger to the regret.

And when the tears start to fall he knows it's over for the both of them; he sees her wild mannerisms, akin to someone on the edge, just like he is. She should feel it, too, how stone hard he's become, like he's going to explode, and he will.

That nags in the back of his mind; he has never bedded with a woman in such a way that could be too... potent for a young lady's womb. But it turns out, he shouldn't be thinking of such a thing, because the thought that he may be impregnating her drives him over the damn edge, and with a single, final plunge, he releases deep inside her with a cry—

It's far too much for her, too much of him is already in there, but he continues to spill and spill and spill with every micro-thrust tempting to dig deeper and deeper.

And he never stops apologizing, his words become indecipherable, but the regret remains there as he pushes his weight against her, letting both of them fall to the ground. ]

[It's so much.

He hollows her out every time he draws all the way out and then slams back in. It's a wonder her hips don't shatter any time he does it.

But with that final thrust, she feels it. Liquid heat streaming inside her and it doesn't stop. She cries out brokenly at the force of it when it makes her come again, leaving her trembling violently and bracing against the wall for dear life. And still, he comes. She can feel it filling her up to the brim until it's running down her thighs and she falls with him to the floor, exhaling air so hot it's a wonder it isn't steam.]

...Do not...apologise...

[He keeps ding that, she realises, but he has nothing to apologise for.]

[ It takes a moment, but eventually, he does finally retreat; his cock remains hard, though once removed it becomes gradually soft. Still, he feels something begin to well up at his throat and his heart, seeing his size next to her limp body, she's recovering from the force that is he and the monster inside him that he cannot yet control.

His cum never stops streaming from between her thighs, and suddenly, she feels very, very fragile to him. Even moreso now than when he was pounding into her as though his very life is depended on it. Unfortunately, Kogitsunemaru never experiences that afterglow— instead, he is filled to the brim with regret and resentment, too afraid to even touch her. ]

Master, I've hurt you-- I couldn't control myself and I hurt you.

[ Regardless, he does, very tentatively, move closer to scoop her up into his arms. ]

[She whines at the retreat, not ready to part from him quite yet, but there's nothing for it, now. She is still full of him and that still feels amazing.

There is a dull ache, but nothing she cannot bear. The pleasure is still present, still surging, and to be so full of him as to be leaking is a blessed gift of feeling.

But he is upset. She does not want to see him so, after everything he's done for her, given her.]

I am not so fragile, I promise you that. [She reaches up to hold his face in both her hands as she brushes her thumbs back against his face, her expression fond and calm in spite of the bruises and marks. They're nothing. ]

Could I be yours if I was?

[ he would argue that he has barely given her anything— perhaps his true form to the extent of having a novelty sword in her possession, but he's seeing now that he's causing her more harm than good just being near her.

and the thing is, there's no telling if he will be better about this in the future. as long as he's around amane, he feels he wouldn't be able to control himself.

he leans into her hand when she holds it, then reaching up, tentatively, to hold her hand with his own. ] You're mistaken. I, Kogitsunemaru, am yours. It is I who should be hurt in your place, but instead I allowed myself to be blinded by this... need for you. I'm sorry, Master.

If I am your Master, then you have some claim to me, as well. It cuts both ways. [She presses a tender kiss to his lips that belies a newfound hunger.

He says he needs her. Needs her, of all people. In a way, it is all she has ever wanted and yet she does not feel worthy of him in the slightest. Nor will she cast him away, not after what he's said to her, not after what has happened.]

If I am your Master, I should have all of you, the blind and the seeing, the tame and the savage. You were magnificent. Magnificent. I...did not know I could feel such a way, and you do not understand what you have given me.

[Her voice is quietly, deeply fond, and her face grows crimson when he holds her hand. She is not used to such gestures atall, but it warms her heart that he would still want to touch her in this way.

She will never forget those moments when he was inside her so thoroughly that she wondered if that was what it meant to be complete. It was overwhelming. It brought her to tears.]

Please...never hold anything back. I am fine, better than fine.

[ when she kisses him, he eagerly kisses back, teeth and all, scraping her tongue and it sends a throb right down to his cock once more. ]

I... [ he starts after, eyes fluttering open. ] I cannot begin to understand why you would want this of me, but you are my Master— everything you desire, I desire more. Should this be the way you wish me to be, then I will not hesitate to show you all I'm able to give.

[ he reaches now, bringing her into a fond embrace. ]

[Whatever she wants to say, plans to say, dies in her throat when he embraces her. She hasn't been held at all since--

Since...

She trembles slightly, makes a surprised noise, and does nothing to part from him.]

[ the hug is then shortly followed by a slight shift; kogitsunemaru breaks their embrace if only to tilt her chin upwards so he can deliver a tender kiss— something he's failed to do during the frenzy of it all. ]

[The kisses she's had in her life have all been rough things. More invasions and bids for dominance than anything gentle. She doesn't dislike those kisses, either, but...

when he kisses her tenderly, she is caught off-guard, at first unsure what to do before letting herself feel it, kissing him back.

It is sweet, soft, not at all oppressive. She can leave it if she wants, but she does not want. He's so warm, so good...how could he think any less of himself when he makes her feel this way?]

[ he would argue that this kiss is much different than the one from before, the desperation of sex and possession— indeed something she is possibly more accustomed to.

but that wasn't kogitsunemaru. not the kogitsunemaru he wants to be, anyway. he wants to love and adore her, worship her for the gentle and understanding master that she is. when the kiss brings he trails kisses to her cheek and then to her neck, lapping his tongue over a bruise there. ] I did this to you— how shameful of me. You should be punishing me for being a bad fox.

Mm...

[She arches her neck to make room for him, returning it back to look at him.

She wishes she could see the bruise, but there are plenty upon her skin. They will fade in short time, but she will adore each and every one of them until they do.]

You did do this to me.

[Her voice is a complex, layered thing. On the surface, she seems to be admonishing him, but it is so full of desire and, beneath that, tacit approval, that it is clear she doesn't mean it. How could she? When all of this is proof that he wants her. Needs her.

Still, if he wants to feel punished, she will do her best to oblige him, reaching up to nip his lips, run her teeth along his bottom one as she tugs and lets go. She reaches between and under herself for his cock, stroking it with her hand.

Her voice grows more authoritative and her hold around him tightens.]

I will punish you when I deem fit. It is not for you to say when you will receive it. Wait until then.

[She climbs out of his embrace and moves to get comfortable between his legs.]

For now...I wish to taste you.

[She has never done this before, but she wants to do it, wants to learn to please him every way she can.]

Y-yes, Master, [ he responds with uncertainty but also a touch of eagerness, want.

kogitsunemaru can't possibly know where she intends to go with that, but he's content in knowing he would get punished for his folly, for being unable to control himself over something so... simple. he'll never forgive himself for that. ]

Taste me...?

[ his cock jolts back to life, knowing immediately what she means, despite his question. ]

But, Master, I've just... certainly you require some rest?

[Kogitsunemaru has had many lovers in the span of his long life, but he is her first man. She has no basis for comparison, no means to know that it's common to rest or quit after one time, so she does not immediately understand the question nor his concern behind it. Her tone is appropriately, innocently confused.]

Rest...? What for?

[She's fine, she could keep going several more times. Couldn't he do the same?

She takes him in hand, on that note, marvelling at his girth. It's difficult to believe she was able to have him inside her at all when she holds him like this. She be]

You are so hard again so quickly...

[She wonders if being a tsukumogami means he has no refractory period.]

I will have to see to you again and again until you are completely satisfied.

[She does mean to give him that, but the idea of it is beyond arousing. He's already filled her so much, but she wants more, to feel him everywhere and know he belongs there.

She gives him a cursory lick.]

Will you show me...?

Does Master not need sleep?

[ like him? it confuses him for a moment, but then she takes his cock to her hand and he visibly stiffens, biting his lower lip. it suddenly makes sense— this kind of desire, sleep can easily escape from. she wants more, and as her Sword, he can only deliver. and heavens, all he wants to do is deliver all her wants and needs. ]

I want you, Master... I want you again. [ he whines mildly, rolling his hips against her hand to feel more of the soft palm that grips it. ] I want to satisfy you—

[ ah, and the tongue his on him. he flinches at first, moaning instantly. he's still very sensitive, all things considered. ]

Y-Yes, Master— just, slowly, I'm sensitive. [ he moves a hand over towards her, resting it on her cheek. ]

Edited 2019-12-25 20:53 (UTC)

I do eventually, but right now? No, not especially.

[She takes his meaning now, but she is fine. She has plenty of energy. She is made to be a weapon and research long hours, she would not be fatigued by just that.

But, more than that, her lust for him is only increasing that energy though she is not aware.]

I want you, too.

[She feels herself twitch between her legs. He has made such a mess of her. Even now, her thighs are stained with milky whiteness, and it pours onto the floor as she moves (she will tidy it later). He's given her so much, and almost all she can think about is him scraping it all out with his cock and starting over--

but she chews her lip. There will be time enough for more later. For now, she means to focus on him.

She listens to his direction, though her lips part in surprise when he touches her cheek so tenderly. It makes her blush. She lowers her head, ignoring his for the time being and begins to lick the shaft, instead, tasting both of them there. It is something familiar, yet different and novel. In her greed, she slows her licks, savouring the taste of them.]

[ he wants to protest that, say that she should sleep, but the words never leave his mouth— it's caught in the pleasure of having his dick pleasured by her mouth. and knowing she wants him too- she can probably feel his cock pulse at that, still not entirely at its largest, but enough to feel overstimulated by her tongue. he can't be close now; it's too soon after he's come, but he feels the pleasure ramping slowly but surely still.

the shrine smells of their sex, and he can make out both their scents— what he's tasting on her tongue. he remembers it when she buried her fingers deep in side her, and suddenly inspired, he takes her hand starts lapping up what remains of her scent on her fingers, teeth scraping and moaning loudly around her fingers. ]

Press your tongue- your tongue on the underside, lick alongside my— just, use your tongue along my length.

[ he doesn't know how to say it without being vulgar, and he can't be. not before his Master. ]

You're doing very well, Master... I want more of you.

[He may not be at his biggest yet, but he is still a marvel and she has to wonder how on earth she managed to take something so large. It is incredible and she is hungry for it.

She lets him take her hand, even if she does not know what he means to do with it until she feels wet warmth around her fingers. His teeth run along her digits and she shudders deeply, caught off-guard by all the sensation.]

You feel so hot against my tongue...

[It truly is something, considering her tongue's own heat, and yet here he is, enough to penetrate it. But she listens to him, licking him in long, thorough strokes. She stops momentarily to speak, instead pumping him with her soft, but strong fingers.]

You can tell me what you wish...I want to please you to the best of my ability.

Edited 2024-03-05 01:35 (UTC)

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