Too Horny to Live, Too Weird to Die

Kissing him, you keep him trapped against the door with your hips. He growls and swears, his bad leg giving out as you chew on his lips. You hold him up against the door and slip your hands under his tank top to grope his tits.

He slams his head against the door and calls you a witch but you just yank his shirt up so you can get your mouth on him.

You sink your teeth into his left pec, and he curses you out. You know he likes it because he rubs his dick against you like a dog at the same time. You work on leaving a nice bright bruise and Zabuza clings to your shoulders and says things like "Fuck you," and "Bitch," and breathy little grunts that a man who could feel embarrassment would try and hide. The only thing Zabuza is ever embarrassed about is losing a fight or caring. It's funny, because he seems to do both an awful lot as far as you can see.

He calls you a motherfucker when you leave a ring of teeth marks around his nipple and you just squeeze his dick which makes him break off into a moan. It's cute. He's so easy to work up, to get hot and bothered. He lets you throw him around, feel him up, would almost certainly let you bend him over and fill him up, fuck his ass sore and raw and wet if he thought you wanted to.

It drives you crazy, makes you feral, that the demon of the mist wants you to sink your eyeteeth into him and leave bruises on his hips. You feel whatever monster lives in your guts writhe when you think of it, and maybe one day you'll be the one to lose control, catch him in your jaws and snap his neck, tear out his soft bits and swallow them so you can feel every bit of him.

But probably not. After all, he gives you more pleasure like this.

You're in another shithole, Zabuza toppled on a filthy mattress with his shirt rucked up and his pants sagging around his hips, dick fat and red against his stomach.

"Fuck, you're worse than the mosquitos in kiri," he says as you suck another angry red bite into his chest.

"Mmm, but the mosquitos in kiri don't fuck you like I do." You tell him, grinning.

"They're big enough to" he shoots back and you just smile angelically and press your palm against his balls.

He groans and bucks at that, dick twitching and you get no more lip.

He's put on weight in the months he's been following you. It's nice, makes you feel good that you've fed him, soothes that part of you that worried when you could see the shadows in his cheeks and count the bumps of his spine. Taking care of something makes them yours, and Zabuza sure is.

But the best part of taking care of him is having him spread out below you, sweaty and debauched.

"Fucking- come on!" He whines as you leisurely stroke his cock. He bucks his hips but it doesn't help, your grip loose and fingers soft.

"Aw," you coo, "poor thing." Your condescension twists in his guts in a way that makes heat suffuse his body. God, he loves how you hold him.

You've got Zabuza bent over a table as you drape yourself over his back. The sharp bright pleasure pain of you tugging his nipple washes away his thoughts. He's grateful most of his weight is braced on his forearms because his knees gave out half a dozen expletives ago.

The fingers of your other hand swipe up a trail of lube that's dripped down his thigh and shove it back into his hole. He groans and gasps, breath short. You've been fingering him open for God knows how long and it's too much and not enough at the same time.

"Thought- I thought you were gonna fuck me tonight." He says to you.

"Oh, I am. But I gotta be gentle with my pretty boy. I don't want to hurt him. After all, if I'm not careful I could rip him open with my fat. Cock." You coo, and those last two words are punctuated by presses of something big and firm against his taint.

"Fuck!" Zabuza shouts, and lurches back to try and spear himself on it. It doesn't work and as he tucks his chin to his chest and blearily looks between his own legs he sees whatever you have push past his balls and slide against his dick. It's fucking massive, dripping in slick and god maybe twice as thick as his own and he wants it so so so desperately inside him.

You press it up against his cock and slide it along. You wrap your hand around the both of them to press them together and grant him some blessed friction and your small hand only goes halfway round. His arms give out at sight and now he's chest down ass up with two of your fingers knuckle deep in his ass as the other one presses your cocks together

"For the love of god FUCK me." He pleads. And it's a good plea, so desperate and broken sounding. So you give him something more, but not what he wants.

The addition of the rest of your fingers is sudden and filthy. The squelch as you twist your hand and rub your knuckles into his prostate makes him realize that you've got almost your whole fucking hand inside him, holy shit. Your thumb teases his rim and he's babbling swears as you coo in his ear.

"My cute little pet. You're aching for my cock aren't you, you poor thing. So greedy, you just took my hand and you still want more, huh? Well… You do take my hand so well. So soft and wet and easy. Maybe if you're good and ask really nice I'll give it to you." You say.

You want him to beg, he realizes.

The gentle schlck, schlck of the lube as you spread your fingers and stretch his hole fills his head.

"Please…" Zabuza grits out.

"Please what, baby?" You prompt.

"Fucking. Hah… Please-Please fuck me. Want you to fill me with your stupid big cock and ruin my ass and make me come, goddammit." He says.

"Oh good boy" you say and pull your hand out of him to pat his hip.