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numptypylon · 3 years

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Epilogue

I added a short epilogue to Reunion and Intersection today, but I also wrote a much longer one, full of fluffy comfort, to get through the angst-writing in the first two chapters. It’s unedited, unfinished and ridiculously self-indulgent, and I don’t think it really goes with the story, so I elected to not post it, but I’m attaching it here, under the cut, for those interested. Keep in mind it’s a reject for a reason though; this is what my writing looks like in the explorative phase where I’m looking for the point, and in this case I didn’t really find it XD

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Callum got there early. A lot of people eyed him warily, but a letter from Queen Janai was a good smoother-of-grumpy-elf-tempers.

No-one had seen Rayla, so… she was probably not here yet.

He went to the inn, bought a large room, lit a roaring fire in there, activating the Sunfire rock he used to keep warm at night under the covers of the bed, and calling for the tub to be filled. It had the usual Skywing heating arrangement, only needing a good Fulminis to heat the water.

He resisted flying out to find her. He risked missing her again, and her leaving town before he got back.

It was about… hitting the point of intersection.

So, he waited at the city gates. He didn’t have to wait nearly as long as he expected, considering the distance she would have had to traverse. Maybe she had recovered and had travelled faster than he thought.

It was definitely her though. A small, lone figure on the mountainside.

He intended to wait for her until she got to him, but then she stopped to lean against a tree and he realized that she had not recovered and was up there sick in the snow… and that resolve evaporated like it had never been.

Like he would ever let her struggle alone a moment longer than she needed to.

It was a measure of her exhaustion that she didn’t notice him until he was basically right in front of her, and even then, her reaction was so much slower than usual.

It still… it was hard to believe it was real. For her too, surely more so.

He numbly pulled his scarf off, packing it around her neck and head. He grazed her cheek and felt it and she felt it and… she felt it, because the tears that had built up in her eyes spilled over at his touch, slipping down her dirty and flushed cheeks.

She looked ready to drop, and felt it too, when he put his arms around her and her disbelief gave way to relief. Whatever ridiculous level of stubbornness had kept her upright for the last day and night of walking through snow and up mountains when she should have been in bed… fell away and she slumped almost completely in his arms.

She sobbed hoarsely for a bit, and he let her.

And she let him, when his hand cupped the back of her head and her hair tickled his fingers and it hit him too that… it was really real, she was here.

They needed to… get to the inn though, so he pulled away and wiped his face. They could… and probably would… have a longer cry and a longer hug later. But she was sick and cold and there was a roaring fire and a filled bathtub two minutes of flight away.

“Let’s go,” he said. “I knew you were coming this way and that you were sick. And I booked a room for… you.” For them both, he hoped, but-

“What?” she blubbered. “But… aren’t… aren’t you mad?”

“I mean, of course I am, but… that’s not really… that can wait.”

“I’m…” she laughed weakly, more tears spilling over. “I’m so happy to see you and there’s… so many things I would like to say and… and I’m such a mess right now and so tired and I’m just… I’m so tired I cried earlier just because a stupid pine branch hit me in the face and knocked me off my sled and it continued down the mountain without me and I’d have to walk instead and-“

“Hey, hey!” He stroked down her flushed, wet cheeks, along fresh scratches where presumably that branch had hit her. Sledding, huh… she always was extremely resourceful and oh so daring. And that explained how she got here so fast. “Rayla, it’s okay. You can rest first. I’ll take care of things… of you. For as long as you want me to, but… definitely for the next few days.”

“How c-can you… are you… here-”

He leant his head against her forehead, relishing in the feeling of contact, even if her skin was clammy and too-hot. “That’s… complicated,” he said. “And also simple. You called me here. I came.”

“Manis. Pluma. Volantis.”

She staggered, when they set down, steadying herself on his shoulder, and Callum was glad he had elected to land in front of the inn instead of at the city gates.

She definitely wasn’t well yet, her breath rasping in her throat, her forehead beading with sweat, cheeks and ears flushed. The fever had maybe broken, but it hadn’t quite left. And she was exhausted, trembling with the effort of staying upright, her eyes dull and glassy.

People were staring, when they went inside, but the innkeeper came over and recommended the soup of the day, and their house-made herbal tea blend with Sky Yak milk, and assured them it would be brought to their room shortly, with a look of very obvious sympathy at Rayla.

And then the door shut behind them.

“I owe-” she started, but he cut her right off.

“No. You’re owed,” he said tightly.

“Owed what?” She sounded… nervous.

“Soup. Hot tea. A warm bed and a fire someone else made. General fussing. Love. Forgiveness. Kindness. A damn break, for once.”

“L-love?”

“Yeah, love.”

Her clumsy fingers fumbled at the clasps of her armor. They were still ice cold when he touched them, the skin red and no-doubt sore.

But she for once didn’t resist any help he gave, sinking gratefully into the tub he had prepared. A warm bath was possibly not great for her fever, but… it was pros and cons and he needed to warm up her hands and feet.

She was barely conscious when he helped her back out of the tub, so he just put her down on a towel on the bed, drying her hair as best he could. He at least managed to get her awake to pull off her own wet underwear and pull his clean night shirt over her head.

“Callum?” she asked, because… she wanted things, and she could have them. “Stay with me? Please.”

He pressed against her back, warm and real.

His hands engulfed hers, big and soft and familiar.

Full of real little details that her brain hadn’t accurately recreated.

The callus at the side of his right index finger, from his charcoal pencil. The scar from a clumsy sparring accident at the second knuckle.

His voice when he said her name and when he told her it was okay.

His kinda… snuffling non-snoring sleep-sound.

And new things, that she hadn’t known to add.

His arms, still skinny, but stronger than they had been.

His too-long hair flopping over his ears.

And things she had yet to find out.

“Morning-“ she muttered, as she woke, feeling warm. And her throat felt a lot better, too and most of that sticky, gross fever feeling was gone, although there was still some sluggish daze, everything just a bit vaguer and floatier than it should have been.

“Afternoon,” Callum corrected lightly, but there was something not so light underneath. “You slept for… 14 hours. I bet you’re hungry.”

“I bet… you were worried.” That was a long time to worry and not wake her to assuage it but just sit in it, watching her sleep.

She reached out to stroke his furrowed brow. Her hands were bandaged though, so she couldn’t touch him properly. She didn’t remember, but did recall something about Callum saying he had called a doctor, and then she must have conked out pretty hard and slept through it.

She clenched and released her hands experimentally. Seemed alright except for being stiff and sore?

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, staring down at the thick bandages.

“Except for the illness that nearly killed you because you’re such a massive dummy? Lots of things.” He took her hands, starting to unwind the bandages. “For your hands, hopefully only frostnip. I’m supposed to check that, when you woke, take you back to the doctor if there’s signs of deeper frostbite.”

There was some thick ointment, probably the reason for the bandages. Her hands looked reddened, the fingers a bit swollen, but… not so bad. Nothing was white or black or blistered, so really, nothing to worry about, where frostbite was concerned.

Callum wasn’t satisfied with a visual inspection though, cupping her hands in his, methodically checking she could feel all her fingers and make a full fist.

“I think it’s okay,” he said, breathing out, relieved. He did tend to catastrophize- “No… no risk of amputation this time-” His fingers slid across her left wrist, the faint whitened scars from where the binding had dug into her skin and where the sunforge blade had burnt her.

“It’s definitely okay,” she said. “Barely hurts.” She cupped his face, feeling his skin just fine against her fingertips. “It’s not like back then, okay?”

“How do you feel today?”

“Better. Way better. I’m ready to go, if-”

“What?!” He stared at her in disbelief. “Absolutely not. You didn’t hear what the doctor said. But I did, she got here while you were sleeping. And absolutely not.”

“What-“ Was it not just a regular bug?

He breathed, slowly and deliberately. “You’re okay, it’s a regular winter infection going around. But you did a number on your own immune system with the hypothermia and mountain climbing and… she said you were undernourished, dehydrated, stressed and critically exhausted. And that you would do well to take a week or more to fully recover, during which you should eat and rest plenty, stay warm and keep stress down. Does that sound like your regular travel, to you?”

Well… not so much.

“So, I’ll ask again, how do you feel today?”

“Tired,” she sighed. “My hands are stiff and achy. My throat hurts. My legs are wobbly. My head feels full of snot.” She smiled, despite all that. “My heart is happy to see you. It’s okay if you’re- I know… that it’s complicated.”

“It is. We have… some things to talk about. Promise you won’t leave until we do?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. Then, I think we should put the complicated things away for a few days. Until you’re better and it doesn’t hurt your throat to talk. Because… we have a lot of talking to do.”

“You don’t… need to stay. For those few days. If it’s hurting you to-”

He sighed heavily. “It does.” Yeah, he couldn’t say that it didn’t. Being around her with so much… unresolved. She didn’t want that for him. She didn’t… want to have those long and hard conversations right now either, when she was still tired and fevered and liable to burst into tears at the slightest provocation. “But it would hurt me more to leave. Didn’t it hurt you? To leave?”

“Yeah.” So, so much.

He reached out to pack his scarf around her throat more closely, the soft, warm knit a soothing feeling against the raw ache.

“Lie down, okay? Be sick? I’ll read you a story. It has murder and dismemberment in it, I asked the innkeeper specifically.”

#rayllum #rayla #callum #tdp #the dragon prince #numpty fic tag #reunion and intersection

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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 years

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Reputation pt2 (End)

Marvel | Winterstarker

Peter doesn’t mean to count cards, he really doesn’t. He’s just a natural at it. The problem is that he can’t seem to stop himself and Bucky isn’t going to let a little card cheat steal his boss’s money.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings under the cut

Part 1

Warnings: noncon, crying, rough sex, face slapping, degrading language, bondage

They dragged him through the casino and into the back. The walls were bare and gray. They passed a dozen doors, some marked with things like 'storage' or 'maintenance' others just blank. They pushed open one of the unmarked doors and hauled him inside.

Peter struggled as he took it all in. Along one wall was a big couch. It was a deep red fabric with a matching ottoman in front. On the other wall was a big bed in matching red. In the middle of the room were two floor to ceiling stripper poles. Nothing in this room offered Peter any comfort.

Completely naked, they forced him to kneel on the ottoman. He was blindfolded and tied with his arms behind his back, wrists tied to his ankles. Bucky warned him to keep quite and not to move.

He heard movement around him. There was some quiet discussion about work schedules. No one was terribly concerned with him and that both gave Peter time to calm down and reason for worry. How often did they just kidnap and rape people? What was Tony Stark going to do to him?

After a while, he heard the door open. Someone came in and others went out. Someone sat down on the couch in front of him. He flinched as a hand touched his chest, feeling along his pectorals and down his ribs.

"You are a sweet one aren't you?" said a man. He had this satisfied sort of purr in his voice as if Peter were a buffet he were indulging in. He shivered, goosebumps rising all over his skin.

A hand curled gently around his throat. With his thumb, he tipped his head back and side to side, examining his face.

"Incredible find, Buck."

"I'm right here," Peter spat. "I'm not a toy."

The man chuckled. Then he slapped him hard across the face. Peter gasped. He nearly fell over but rough hands caught his shoulders and sat him upright.

The man, it must have been Tony Stark, continued to run his hands over his body. "You're whatever I say you are, pretty boy. You're mine now. Do you know what happens if I decide to slit your throat and dump you in a river?" His finger traced a line over his throat. "Not shit," he laughed.

"When your body washes up, the police will say it was an accident. I could carve my confession into your skin and it wouldn't make a difference. Just another tragic cold case." He shuddered as he lightly traced the line of his jaw.

"You'd better be on your best behavior, Peter. I'd hate for anything to happen to you. You're so awfully pretty."

Two fingers touched his lips and Peter opened his mouth obediently. He sobbed as Tony pushed his fingers inside his mouth. He gagged at the taste at first, but the feeling passed. He pushed into his throat and Peter's face heated as the man fucked his mouth with his fingers.

"That's right. I knew you could be a good boy," he purred. "Do what you're told and you get to keep your beating heart."

He removed his fingers from his mouth, dragging them over his lips. "Keep your mouth open," he ordered. Peter did. Fear made him feel cold and sick, but he could be obedient.

Wet fingers dragged over his nipple. Peter whimpered. His nipples were sensitive and just a small touch made his body crave more. He could practically feel the excitement in the air at his response though no one said anything.

Tony traced his nipple with one finger. His dragged his nail over it. Peter squirmed and gasped. He felt his cock throb. Drool dripped from his open mouth. Even though he was blindfolded, he squeezed his eyes shut. The more Tony played with him, the more his cock ached. He was getting hard, fast. Tony teased and lightly pinched. Then he leaned in, Peter could feel his hot breath, and his mouth closed around the little nub.

Peter screamed in pleasure. Those hands grabbed his shoulders again holding him still. He whimpered and panted and moaned. Tony was sucking on his nipple, running his tongue over and around it. Then his teeth grazed over it.

"Ah, ah," he whined. "Please."

Tony chuckled. "Please, what dear?" He sat back and Peter frowned. He wanted more. Then he started to come back to himself. Tears welled up in his eyes. He felt awful, like a disgusting whore. He shouldn't be enjoying this. He didn't even want to be here.

"Oh, poor thing," Tony teased. "Were you enjoying yourself?"

"He's gone all soft, boss," said Bucky who stood behind him.

"Well we can't have a soft slut. Where's the fun in that. New rule okay, baby? Daddy will make you feel good and you don't feel guilty about it. Got it?" He tapped Peter's cheek and he nodded.

"I don't actually care what you think, but I won't have you making me look bad by going soft on me."

Hands touched his face and he heard a thoughtful hum. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, boss."

"Afraid I'll fall in love?"

"Kinda," Bucky snorted.

"Well now I have to." The blindfold slipped off his face. Peter squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he adjusted to the light. He blinked as his vision recover.

"My God," the man whispered. "He wasn't that pretty on the camera..."

"Told you," Bucky laughed.

"Keep on. I'll put you in the corner while the rest of us have play time."

Peter looked at the man in front of him. He was pushing fifty and handsome as hell with dark hair and warm eyes. He could have at least had the decency to be some fat old pervert, but no. They just looked at each other for a moment.

"You two gonna get married or what?"

Tony shot him a look. Then he looked back at Peter. He wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Oh, there's gonna be plenty more where that came from."

He went back to toy with that same nipple only now it was sore and becoming raw and Peter hissed when he touched it. He squirmed and Bucky held him still. Tony smirked. With two fingers he pinched hard and Peter shrieked. Tears spilled from his eyes again.

"That's it, baby," Tony said softly. "Pretty, red, wet eyes. Put him down on the floor."

Bucky picked him, grabbing him by the waist. He kicked the ottoman aside and set Peter down at Tony's feet. He watched as Tony unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He stood and grabbed Peter by the hair. He tried to pull away but Tony jerked his head.

"Remember what I said about dumping you in a river?" he warned. Peter opened his mouth. "That's a good boy."

He slipped his cock into his open mouth. Peter could taste it as it slid over his tongue. He shuddered. Tony groaned as he pushed down into his throat. Peter gagged and struggled, but he didn't stop until his nose was pressed painfully against his abdomen.

Peter gagged and tears poured down his face. Tony watched him with hungry eyes. He held him there, with his cock in his throat, unable to escape, until Peter's lungs were burning and his eyes began to flutter shut he struggled to stay conscious. Then he pulled back.

Peter gasped, dragging in a ragged breath. His lungs and throat hurt. Tony didn't give him long to recover. He fucked his throat, pulling all the way back and letting spit run down his face just to slam back in. It was painful and he couldn't breathe and he made the most humiliating noises. His own spit dripped down onto his half hard cock humiliating him even more.

Bucky sat down on the couch, stroking his frankly monstrous cock while he watched. It was a miserably long time before Tony stopped. He pulled back, breathing heavy, spit connecting the end of his cock to Peter's open mouth.

"Ass up," Tony commanded. Bucky scooped him up again and put him on the ottoman. With his arms and legs bound, he could only lie on his face with his ass in the air.

Tony cock was sloppy wet with spit when he pushed into his ass. He was still slick from being fucked earlier. He wasn't as big as Bucky so it wasn't as painful, but he fucked hard and fast leaving Peter whimpering and shaking beneath him. He grabbed his hips and pushed in deep, spilling his cum with a low moan. He stopped and panted for a moment.

"Gotta hand it to the little cheat, he's a good fucking lay."

Bucky laughed.

Tony grabbed him around the middle and picked him up. With his cock still buried in Peter's ass, he sat down with Peter in his lap. His arms pressed against Tony's chest and his knees on the couch.

"Ready to dump another load?" Tony asked Bucky.

He grinned with a smile that made Peter shiver. "After a show like that? Course I am."

"A good performance deserves applause," Tony chuckled.

Bucky stepped up and Peter sobbed as he grabbed his chin. Reluctantly he opened his mouth. Bucky's cock was so big he felt like it would break his jaw. It was almost a mercy that he didn't fit down his throat. Still it hurt for him to fuck his face, hitting the opening of his throat, making him gag and cry and shake.

Tony pressed little kisses along his neck. He nibbled and sucked on his ear lobes. Peter closed his eyes and it only made everything worse, but when he opened them he had to look at Bucky's pleased smirk.

"Swallow," Tony warned in his ear. Then Bucky came in his mouth, much of it hitting his throat and making him gag. He barely swallowed fast enough as it slid down, slimy and thick, on its own. Bucky wiped his wet cock off on his cheeks.

"What a good little cock hole you are," Tony praised.

"Yeah, thanks for the fuck, pretty boy," Bucky agreed. Tony chuckled.

"Please," Peter's throat hurt and speaking only made him cough. The words came out rough and broken. "Let me go, please."

"Aw, poor baby," Tony cooed. "Is it too much for you? I'm not the kind of man to let a partner go unsatisfied. You at least have to cum before you go."

His hand wrapped around Peter's cock. He shivered and whimpered, but he was too tired to argue. Peter hated that he actually got hard.

"That's a good boy. Let's see you cum. I know you must need it after all that."

Peter whimpered, but he let he it happen. He panted, rapidly reaching climax, then finally he came, cum spilling over Tony's fist. It felt so good after so much pain and stress. Only Tony didn't stop when he needed him too and it hurt. He squirmed and whined.

"Please, stop. I came like you wanted," he pleaded, throat burning.

"Oh pretty baby," Tony cooed. "A bottom has to cum at least as many times as their tops. That's just good manners. Two more and then we'll let you go."

"I can't- please," he sobbed. His cock was too sensitive, his body was screaming, he couldn't stop whining and crying and pleading. Then it started to feel good and much too quickly he was cumming, but it only felt good for a second before he was again oversensitive.

"Please," he cried, his voice totally broken, only coming out as a whisper.

"All that squeezing is getting me hard again, you know that?" Tony said. Peter sobbed. He shook his head, begging him to stop, but he couldn't speak.

Tony rolled his hips, holding on to him so he could rock forward and back. He kept stoking his cock and his whole body shook in pain. But Tony's cock moving his in ass felt good and Peter moaned, too. He didn't know if he wanted him to stop or to keep going anymore. Then Bucky was prying open his mouth and fucking it again. As Peter screamed and came, body spasming and shaking, they both came filling his ass and coating his face.

"Oh dear," Tony said. "I guess that's two more for you."

The rope holding his arms and legs came undone, but Peter was too tired to do anything about it. Bucky picked him up and laid him down over the ottoman.

"I think he's all tired out. Look at that." He looked Peter over. His fingers carded through his sweaty hair and gave a tug that made him whimper.

"We'll just have to break out the toys," Tony said.

Peter couldn't do anything more than breathe. Then he was screaming as Bucky put a vibrator against the head of his cock.

Tony moaned. "You're gonna get me fucking hard again, sweetheart."

Peter wasn't sure anymore what was pain and what was pleasure. His whole body shook. He cried, gasping for breath. Then his next orgasm was forced out of him. Bucky held the vibrator against. Peter thrashed and screamed and they both had to hold him down.

"Please, Mr. Stark- please- I'm sorry," he sobbed.

"One more, baby. Gotta give us one more."

"I can't," Peter hiccuped.

"If you take too long, I'm gonna have to fuck you again and we'll have to start all over."

"No, please!"

"Dammit he's pretty," Bucky mumbled. He turned up the speed of the vibrator and Peter screamed, raw and open like he'd been shot. He came, shooting cum onto his skin.

The vibrator slowed, then turned off. Peter's legs felt like jelly.

"That's a good boy," Bucky pet his thighs. His hand touched his cock and Peter screamed, sobbing again. It was too sensitive to be touched.

"We'll he's not gonna cum again that way."

"I have an idea," Tony grinned. He took the vibrator from Bucky and turned it on. Peter watched in horror, too tired to move. Tony brought the toy down and touched the tip of it to his abused nipple.

Peter shrieked, this time in pleasure. It felt so good. Then Bucky was there, sucking on and teasing the other one. Peter panted and whined. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything more than take it. Pleasure built and his balls drew up and he didn't know how he could possibly cum again, but he did, this time dry and screaming, back arching, and finally he passed out.

He woke up in the bed, feeling hazy. He groaned and sat up. Tony and Bucky sat at a table playing cards. Peter was pretty sure he wasn't ever going to play cards again.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Bucky smiled at him.

"Can I leave now?" Peter said. He coughed. His throat hurt so bad he thought it might be bleeding.

"Well the thing is, sweetheart," Tony smirked. "When you were sleeping we just couldn't help ourselves. So you're gonna have to cum another seven times for us before you go. I have a reputation to uphold."

#marvel #winterstarker #starker #nonc*n #dehumanization #rough s*x

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scantilycladfiction-blog · 5 years

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Beauty and the Bestial

MA Rating for Mature Audiences Only. Contains explicit content not suited for younger audiences.

Sweat glistened from her pail figure, the sounds of a gasped breath escaping her lips. How long had it been? One hour? Two hours? Blake had no idea. When she was with him, time seemed to stand still. The motions kept her going, the way he moved in time with her.. It made her toes girl, eyes shut tight and her mouth hang ever so slightly open.

Adam could remember the first time he’d met Blake.. It was long after a rally for Faunus equality.. When she’d thought she left it all behind. But he was there. He’d seen the passion in her eyes. The way she felt about how Faunus were treated. Of course back that she was merely a child.. But he’d kept his eyes on her. Watched as she’d grown up in to the young woman she was now.

Blake could remember when she’d been approached by him. He was so charming.. So handsome.. The way he talked to her, well, she wasn’t sure if it was ‘love at first sight’... But it was something. He asked if she wanted to join him in his Pro-Faunus crusade. How could she say no?

Together they’d done so much. She felt like she was in love.

“A-Adam.. N-Not so.. Hard..” Blake whimpered, looking over her shoulder at the man behind her. She wasn’t the Blake her teammates knew her as today. Back then she was weaker, softer.. She’d do anything to make Adam’s vision come true and would willingly let him do anything he wanted with her.

Adam, when it came to sex anyway, was a very aggressive lover. So naturally he took pride and pleasure in treating Blake in such a way. However, unlike the other women he’d been with, Blake was different.. He actually took how she felt into some consideration. He wanted to be compassionate. To tend to her needs as much as he did his own. So when Blake whimpered to him, Adam softened his motions.

Blake was a good fuck, that was certain.. Maybe the best he’d had. She was so submissive to his touch. Willing to do anything he asked. Never pushing him away when he forced himself on her. Maybe she was afraid. Maybe she simply enjoyed the way he treated her.

The young feline Faunus, braced on her hands and knees, biting her bottom lip to hold back her moans as she welcomed the slightly older male inside her. Nails digging into the bed, tearing the sheets. How many times was that now? Five? Six? Every time they were together like this, she’d torn the sheets on his bed. “A-Ah..” She moaned. Damn it. Adam knew how to touch her, how to make her feel like a kitten instead of a panther.

His motions were steady and even. Hands holding firmly onto the young woman’s sides as he thrusts into her. How many times had they fucked? And still she wanted him to be gentle with her.. That wouldn’t do.

Blake loved how tender Adam was. His hands moving along her soft, youthful body. Feeling her every features. The curves of her figure, the firmness of her breasts.. Hell, he sometimes treated her to a scratch behind her ears. That really got her to purr for him like the good little kitten she was.

To Adam, Blake was a play thing that, when he got bored with her, would toss aside and find something new to play with. But for now.. Adam withdrew from her, sliding his member from her womanhood and proceeded to lay down, pulling Blake over top of him. The flushed red of her face, the way she panted.. It was all signs that Adam knew exactly how and where to touch her.

“A-Adam.. I..” Blake started only to lean up and brush a kiss against his lips. Her breasts pressing against his toned chest. Hand resting against the side of his face. Blake didn’t know what she had been about to say. That she loved him? Impossible.. He was.. She was.. They weren’t more than this. Two beings with the same goal. She was his to do with as he pleased and nothing else.

“Hmm? Something on your mind, Kitten?” His pet name for her. Petting behind her ears. The older male giving Blake a bit of a break before they went back to it. “Are you having regrets about us, yet?” Something he asked her every time they were together. And every time she had the same answer..

“N-No.. I’d never think that!” She replied in a defensive tone, as if him suggesting that was blasphemy. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs slid down to his sides in a straddling motion.

Perfect. Blake was always better when she got emotional. She did everything she could to prove her affections to him. And the way things were looking, this little kitten was about ready to mount Adam and ride him until sunrise.

Lowering herself back, hand reaching behind her, Blake took a firm hold of her lovers member and began to lightly rub it against her wet and punished womanhood. Biting her lip, she began to dot kisses along Adam’s chest. Soft, pink lips pressing against a nipple. Tongue flicking out against it as she continued her motions.

Running a tender hand through her long, dark hair. Adam enjoyed what she was doing. His shaft twitching a little in her grasp as the sensitive tip brushed against her slit. “Do you enjoy teasing yourself, Kitten?” Smirking as his comment made her blush.

Blake glanced up at him with a pout on her face. “N-No..” Okay.. She was still a little sore from before.. But she desperately wanted to keep Adam happy.. For everything he’d done for her. Inhaling the scent of sex in the air, Blake slowly lowered herself back upon him, sliding his thickness inside her. Lips parted just enough to let a soft moan escape, eyes shut as the lips of her slit parted, sucking the shaft up deeper inside her. “S-So big...” She whimpered to herself.

Such a good girl she was.

At the start, her motions were slow. Wincing in a little pain as she forced herself to take the pain from their previous session. After a little bit her motions began to pick up, lifting herself up until only the head of his member was inside her before sliding herself back down. Hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the skin causing small trickles of blood to run down his chest and back. “A-Adam.. Is this.. Good.. Nng..” It was supposed to be a question and ended up being a statement as, on one downward motion, Adam’s thickness brushed her in such a way that sent a surge of pleasure through her body.

Adam was done waiting for Blake to pleasure him the way she should. Grabbing a firm hold of her hips, the older male thrust up into the young Faunus girl. Forcing his thickness up into the slender framed feline with a grunt. The deeper he went, the tighter she got until his entire length was forced firmly inside her.

Blake hadn’t expected it at all. Her eyes shot wide open. Jaw hanging loosely as she panted with pleasure and pain. “A-Adam...” She softly moaned his name as she clung tightly to him. Arms wrapped around him, nails dragging along his back as the male continued to thrust into her. Blake’s lower body lifting from his with each motion.

It started off painful, but soon the pain turned to pleasure and Blake was moving on her own. Rotating her hips, massaging Adam’s length with her tightened slit. Up and down. Side to side.

“Blake.. Just like that, yes...” Adam whispered. Almost moaning, almost. Soon, Blake had began moving with greater force. Lifting herself up before slamming back down with a scream of pleasure.

Pushing Adam down on his back, Blake braced her hands on his chest. Squatting over top of him, she continued to ride his cock, slamming down upon him with audible slapping sounds. Moaning. Scream. Panting in pleasure. Unfortunately for Blake, she hadn’t had much time to recover from their last fuck. So the need to cum was rapidly approaching.. But Blake couldn’t finish so soon.. Not until she made Adam cum.

Riding him like an animal. Hands running through his hair, Blake couldn’t help but stare at his features. It was kitten love.. Nothing more.

Licking his lips at the feeling and sight of Blake riding him, Adam slid a hand up through her noire hair while his other arm wrapped around her lower back. Occasionally giving her a spanking. This got some interesting sounds from Blake.. Sound Adam very much enjoyed. Leaning forward, Adam bit down on her shoulder, digging his teeth into her pale skin. Deep teeth marks left, and would remain there for days to come.. Like a branding of sorts.

Every sensation. The feeling of Adam inside her, pounding into her womanhood. The feeling of his hand striking her backside and his teeth digging into her shoulder.. The feline Faunus’ ears flattened against her head. Eyes closed as she bit down on her bottom lip. Holding back the moan that would be followed by an impending climax.

Adam knew she was close. Her pussy clenching around him, sucking him in with every spasm of her muscles. And quite honestly, Adam could finish in her anytime. Or even finish on her. The thought of it brought a smirk to Adam’s lips. “Tell me when you’re going to finish, my lovely little Kitty Cat.” Arching her back as Adam leaned forward and grazed her breasts with his tongue. Twirling the organ around each nipple before lightly clamping his teeth down on each one. Tugging and teasing. Lips pressing around one, sucking and then releasing before moving onto the other, giving it the same treatment.

All this was too much for Blake. They’d been passionate before, but this was beyond what she was used to. “I..I.. I’m g-going too..” She panted, face flush with arousal as she pressed a rough kiss to Adam’s lips. Pushing her tongue, with force, between his lips before pulling back and leaving a trail of saliva from her tongue to his lips.

Clenching and relaxing and clenching again, Blake was there. And it wasn’t soft or gentle..

Blake didn’t know it, nor had it ever happened before.. But she was a squirter. Unlike the previous sessions of love making, Adam hadn’t tested her. Hadn’t pushed her buttons just right like he had this time. Her stream spraying against him, splashing onto the bed. Panting, she collapsed against Adam, who continued to thrust.

Blake was almost lifeless, her energy drained from that still ongoing orgasm. Her body occasionally shaking with pleasure as Adam hit her sweet spot with his thrusts. Moaning, digging her nails into his chest. Blake didn’t care if Adam continued to use her.. She felt ashamed that she’d cum so suddenly while Adam hadn’t yet.

“Good girl.. Let it out, my special kitten.” Brushing her hair with his hand, rubbing behind her ears as he came to reach his climax. Though not as suddenly or as violent as Blake's, if filled up the young woman.. Good thing he had some special dust to prevent any.. Unwanted or unexpected surprises.

Laying back on the bed, body cool yet hot, he wrapped an arm around Blake, who’d curled up on him. Head resting against his chest, legs drawn to his sides. He could feel her heart pounding. “You were perfect tonight, Blake.. I’ve never seen you manage two rounds before.. I’m proud of her.”

Those words. The praise he gave her were like him giving her a gift. ‘I’m proud of you’, ‘you were perfect’... Blushing, she nuzzled up against him, tilting her head back to kiss his neck. “I’m.. So glad you think so, Adam..”

They would have many more nights like this before Blake would see Adam for what he really was..

Eventually, she’d leave the White Fang and attend Beacon Academy where she’d make close friends.. And an even more passionate lover than Adam..

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