Bleached Blossoms

Pants.

Moans.

Mewls.

Slick slapping of skin meeting skin.

Everything that filled the room was erotic. If it was recorded, it would be utter filth. The way he had you, was even filthier. One leg hiked up on his shoulder, the other wrapped around his hip.

Each drive of his hips brought his head deep into the molten heat found between your legs. Your head tipped back, mouth slack as moans and praise of his name filtered out.

It was not the usual brunt force. The driving of hips, slamming against the curve of your ass until you were screaming for him to slow down. No. Tonight was filled with soft, yearning kisses. Hands moving slowly, without the demanding heat under them. Hands that gripped and ripped at clothing like animals in heat. No.

They moved slowly. Worshipping each others skin like it was untouched by each other. Worshipping each and every inch with hands. Tongues lapping against each other like you needed to in order to feel each other completely.

But each drive of his hips was slow. Deep. Deep in the way that had your walls clenching with every thrust. So used to the animalistic thrusting it had been accustomed to. Needing that now, never used to the slow drag. The deep pauses here and there, not wanting to spill into the depth of the molten heat just yet.

His fingers weren't bruising. They gripped with a different tone tonight. One on the thigh that was hiked up on his hip, gripping it like if he didn't you would somehow become a figment of his imagination. The other hand by your head, gripping the sheets like if he didn't, it would no longer tether him down to the Earth.

His head hung low, shielding his eyes you so desperately wanted to lock with. To see the need, the need to consume you entirely. But you didn't need to see it to know it. You could feel it with every thrust. Every slight tense of his hand on your thigh.

You knew his gaze was not on your face tonight. Usually locked on your face, watching the way you brows knitted or lifted in pleasure. The way your mouth shaped an 'o' as you silently cried out each and every time he made your walls milk every drop from his cock.

No. Tonight, he watched the way a creamy ring formed at the base of his cock. The way the low lights in the room shined each and every time he pulled out, and his cock glistened under said lights. He was watching the way your walls sucked him back in. How swollen your clit was from his fingers and tongue, working orgasm after orgasm out of you prior to. The way your folds glistened, Glistening in a way he could only make them from working you up and doing everything he could to unravel you.

Your hands didn't know where to go. First, digging into his forearms. Then, gripping and pulling at his sides, wanting his body flush with yours. Needing every inch of his skin against yours. Moving to grip your own hair, frustrated that your hands had minds of their own. Finally settling on his shoulders and biceps.

This was more erotic than ripping and fucking each other like animals in heat. Like people who had never experienced such heated intimate moments. Heavy breaths, filthy words spat out between grunts, screams of pleasure the bounced off the walls and back to our ears.

A sharp scream filled the hall.

Boots hitting the ground at different speeds. Different bodies holding them.

You didn't bother looking back, it would be fruitless. you knew he was behind me.

That brick shithouse was faster than he looked.

You kept pushing, the muscles in my legs screaming for mercy as you ran from Ghost.

This wasn't Simon Riley. The Simon Riley that slept on top of you at night. The one that allowed you to see the tiny cracks of humanity that wasn't tainted or ruined.

This was Ghost. Dead set on slamming you head first to the ground.

You nearly twist your ankle, taking a sharp right down the hall that lead to your room. Praying that could have thrown him off. But the boots behind you followed without a squeak or change of pace.

You could feel the sweat beading across you forehead. Fucking base not utilizing the fact that we actually have an HVAC system.

You didn't have time to think before a hand gripped your neck, slamming you against the door that lead to your room. No time to gasp or scream, pain erupting in the side of your face that laid against the door.

"Fuckin' tired o' this."

Ghost huffed behind you. a force that you shouldn't have reckoned with. You knew better, and yet you still pushed. He used his free hand to open the door, shoving you hard inside, and following behind.

You stumbled to the floor, panting wildly from the run, on your hands and knees. A set of hands ripped your pants down before you felt his knees on each side of yours.

"Push and push... fuckin' pushin' until I snap."

Ghost's belt opened with a clink. It should've sounded like a normal belt opening, but with the situation at hand, it resonated within the room with a much louder resonance. You didn't get the chance to protest before he ripped your panties down with one hand, shoving the head of his cock against your entrance.

"Gonna fuck you like you deserve it. Be a fuckin' pain and push me past my breakin' point."

You cry out as he slammed his cock into you, the sting blossoming in your folds as he shoved right through, bottoming out in one thrust. One of his hands grab at your ponytail, pulling your head back harshly.

Ghost drew his hips back before slamming them against the curve of your ass once again. Setting a pace that had pain shooting up your back from how hard he was shoving his cock into your cervix. Tears brimmed your lashes, gasps and whimpers filling the room, along with the sound of his hips slamming against your ass.

This wasn't for pleasure. This was a lesson. You knew that. He knew that. Not a single sound came from him, every noise that filled the room was from you. You tried to not enjoy it, but the way the pain mixed with the pleasure was a heady combination you couldn't ignore. You couldn't ignore the way the tip of his cock dragged along the spot that had you nearly squirting right then and there.

But this wasn't pleasure. This wasn't Simon Riley worshipping every inch of your skin like it was gold laid out for him to take at his own slow tempo. This was Ghost, bruising your cervix, pulling your hair until your scalp screamed for mercy. The curve of your ass red from how hard he was slamming his hips against it.

This wasn't for either of us to enjoy. You knew that when he pulled his cock out harshly, fisting it and pumping a few times before grunting under his balaclava; spurts of his come hitting your ass and lower back.

What felt like a lifetime passed before he let go of your hair, shoving his cock back into his pants and standing. Not a word was spoken, you stayed on all fours, tears rolling down your cheeks as you processed the beyond rough fucking you had just received.

You saw a boot come into view in your peripheral, his hand coming to your chin, tilting your head up. Your eyes meet the dark pools of his, blinking the tears away.

"Learn your lesson?"

You let out a whimper, nodding softly against his hand that held your chin. He hummed in acknowledgement, thumb rubbing the skin along your jawline.

You lay there, the fabric of your panties molded against your core with how wet you had become. Dreams vivid like you were experiencing them firsthand. It was rare to get such deep sleep like you were having currently.

But when sleep came this heavily, you weren't easy to wake like usual. On your back, arms tossed above your head like you had stretched out in your sleep. You decided to forgo clothing, aside the panties. The summer heat and lack of air conditioning was a terrible mix for decent sleep.

You let out a small whimper as something warm and thick rubbed against the moist fabric. You shifted in your sleep, hips seeking more of the feeling.

It continued, as another slowly moved, bunching and pulling the fabric of your panties aside, allowing more movement between your slick folds. Each thrust of the thing giving you such sweet feelings, slightly flicking your clit with each one.

A small mewl of pleasure escaped your sleep ridden lips. Eyes blinking the heavy sleep away, vision blurred from the sleep and therefore lack of.

Whatever, or whoever stood in front of you, was certainly not human. Well, it looked to be almost human, but the multiple protrusions coming from its back said otherwise. Along with the almost red like hue that surrounded it.

Your eyes, now fully open and clear of any sleep induced blurriness made their way from the top of its head. From there, to the lack of facial features. But enough for you to feel a twist in your stomach that you knew all too well. Your eyes traveled down, seeing the way this thing had its arms crossed. Like you were the one interrupting its sleep, and not the other way around.

However, what made your stomach curl in a fiery and delicious feeling were the protrusions. The same ones that held your panties, rubbing through your folds like he knew this would have you slick and needy for more. They were almost tentacle like, with what felt like tapered ends, like tentacles.

Another one meets the one rubbing against you, subtly nudging the sopping excuse you called your hole. You let out yet another whimper, hands moving on their accord. Moving to grab at the tentacle that nudged against your entrance. He was faster, much faster than you expected. Two more tentacles came, wrapping around your wrists, and immobilizing you. They pulled your wrists up and above your head as the tentacle near your entrance shoved itself deep within your wet, velvety walls.

A gasped moan retches from your lungs at the sudden filling of your cunt. Your thighs shake slightly, trying to adjust to the way his tentacle filled you in a way that will have your toes curling in pleasure. Another moan is pulled from you as he began moving the tentacle, not caring to start off slow. The way it pulled out and plunged back in had your back arching off the bed, head tilted back, and eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.

The bedroom was filled with gasping moans, mewls, and the wet sounds of your cunt being fucked relentlessly by this entity of a man with tentacles.

You could barely hear the subtle huff of desired amusement that came from him as he watched his own tentacle quickly turn a creamy white from fucking your sweet cunt.

Another slowly nudged at the tight hole behind your cunt. You let out a filthy moan, body going dangerously into a state of overstimulation. Not only was your clit being played with and your sopping hole being fucked, now you had a tentacle trying to enter your tight ass.

Your body shook lightly as you continued moaning, the tentacle slowly pushing its way in. You let out a small cry between moans, the stretch bordering burning.

His head tilted slightly as he watched the way your body shook, if you could see it through lust blown eyes, you would see there most definitely was a look of amusement.

Three tentacles moving at different speeds, moving different ways. Not knowing which one to focus on, mind spinning and leaving you to only moan and cry out in ecstasy from all the different speeds.

The one flicking your clit was a slow but heavy movement, the one fucking your cunt was bruising your cervix in a way that your body got off on, and the one in your tight ass was slow and deep.

You could feel the coil deep in your stomach, lighting afire. The fire started deep within your stomach, quickly moving through your veins, leaving your entire body in a heated state that was going to have you coming around his tentacle.

As if he knew, a final tentacle came to your mouth as it opened to scream out in pleasure. Taking your last hole, and breath. All of your holes filled, the stimulation occurring all over body was more than enough to have you diving head first into the fiery pits that sat in the depths of your belly.

Tears falling from your eyes as your walls clenched repeatedly around the tentacle. However, he continued his ministrations, moving faster it felt like. You were forced to take it, being fucked through your orgasm. Moaning against the tentacle that you were deep throating, body twitching in various parts, praying this would end before you were thrown into the fires of yet another orgasm.

His body twitched ever slightly, his head tilting back as the three tentacles filling all three of your holes went impossibly deeper before stilling.

How did you end up here?

Knees pushed into your shoulders, mascara running down your cheeks, and a mountain of a man in front of you. He was massive to say the least. In every way, shape, and form. Especially with the way he had you stretched out around his thick cock.

You let out mewls and moans that close represented something you would hear from porn videos. Drool in the corner of your mouth. You were cock drunk, and all you knew about him was his name.

Konig

Each slow thrust to him, was cervix bullying to you. It was like he forgot the si,e difference the moment he stretched his way into those wet, wonderfully tight walls of your pretty little cunt.

You could hear the grunts and stifled moans from behind the sniper hood he had on, which weirdly enough looked like a t-shirt if you paid close attention.

" ah- Schatz.... so tight... so wet for me.."

He says between ragged breaths, the thick Austrian accent curling tight within the coil deep inside of you. He takes a free hand, using his thumb to begin doing figure eights around your swollen clit.

You let put a sharp moan, hips twitching and clenching impossibly more around his cock.

"K-könig... s-stop... too much.."

You whine in the most pathetic way, all the while, enjoying every brutal thrust and every swipe from his thumb. He shakes his head, barring his arm under your knees to push your knees into the mattress. The change of angle welcomed him deeper, your wet cunt making obscene sounds as it sucked him.

He let's out a ragged moan, his thrusts getting harsher, matching the tempo with his thumb. You continue letting out filthy noises, progressively getting louder as your orgasm started rushing towards you.

You grip his wrist, trying to tether yourself as you begun to come and squirt. You coated his cock, the sheets, and everything in between. Konig grunts as his hips falter, pumping thick hot ropes of his own release into you. You whimper, feeling it slip out past his cock, dripping down your ass to meet the mess below on the sheets.

"I hope you can handle more... I want this pretty little cunt to mold to my cock, and mine only..."

Logan was too damn old. Too old to care for himself like he needed, to prioritize happiness, to feel young.

But you?

You made his sore and battered body feel slightly less battered. Spending time sitting on his lap in pretty little outfits, giving him soft praises. Walk around for every man to see the simple diamond ring on your finger that he swore he too old to be doing; domestics.

He felt too damn old, even when he had his cock buried deep within your velvet walls; clenching at every thrust, dragging him in deeper.

"Such a pretty young thing....getting fucked senseless by an old man." Logan says between grunts, looking down at your pretty face; against a pillow whimpering and moaning. You had fallen apart before he even snapped his hips twice against your ass.

Too damn old to be fucking such a pretty young thing like you... but your moans and whimpers were something of a symphony to Logan's ears. Unfolding and so damn willing for an old man like Logan. He leaned over your back, spearing you deeper and deeper with each thrust that slammed against your ass.