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your back pressed firmly against sukuna’s broad chest, your hands bound behind you. he moved his fingers with such effortless skill that it almost made you wonder how many years it had taken him to perfect the art of leaving you completely at his mercy.

then, without warning, the movements slowed until they stopped altogether.

the sharp sound echoed through the room, followed by the sting of a slap against your pussy, pulling a sound from you that was equal parts pleasure and frustration.

“i think i asked you something.” he said again.

you threw your head back until it found his shoulder. god, he was massive. huge in every direction. beside him, you felt small, dizzy, almost foolish.

“i… hm…” you tried to speak. “i want to cum. can i? please?”

your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him, offering him your most sinful expression.

never in your wildest dreams had you imagined sukuna’s true form would be this… intense. until now, he had been content to use the form you were most familiar with, and even that had always been enough to leave you breathless.

two fingers slid inside you.

slow, deliberate movements followed, as though he were simply toying with your patience.

“ahh— ’kuna. fuck! fuck, shit!” you moaned, tightening your fists against your restraints. your knuckles had turned white from the desperate need to touch him.

the mouth in the palm of one of his hands opened. a tongue slipped out, circling your nipple.

every sensation blended together. sukuna’s fingers curled inside you, pressing against that spongy spot while the tongue worked at your chest, and suddenly stars burst behind your eyes. your legs began to tremble and burn, the heat in your stomach tightening and tightening until it felt like it was spreading through every inch of your body. you were so close to cumming that your senses seemed to have been thrown out the window entirely, your body on the verge of shattering from sheer pleasure.

“ahm… ’kuna… please! i need to cum. can i? please? fuck, i want to cum so bad” you pleaded.

sukuna laughed, and the deep, warm sound ran straight through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. you were so sensitive that it felt like a single look from him could make you cum pathetically.

“come.”

the orgasm hit you like a bolt of lightning.

your legs trembled harder now, your release running down sukuna’s thigh. you couldn’t see it, but you felt the tongue on his stomach sliding through your folds, lapping up every bit of it.

it was filthy and unbelievably good. almost enough to make you cum again, even though the tongue didn’t linger for very long.

“attagirl. so pretty when you cum for me,” he said, snapping his fingers while you struggled — and failed — to catch your breath.

sukuna withdrew his fingers, and once again you whimpered in frustration. your needy cunt clenched around nothing, aching for his cock to be there instead.

sukuna climbed over you. his broad back nearly blocked out the light from the bedside lamp, and you found yourself rubbing your thighs together, still floating in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“what a brat. you barely came down from your orgasm and you’re already acting needy again,” he said, licking his lips as he watched you.

then sukuna lowered himself and began sucking at your breasts, leaving marks around your nipples, collarbones, and neck. marking you as his, just as he always had.

with a wet little plop! he finally pulled away. for a moment, you were able to admire sukuna’s true form in all its glory. somehow, he looked even bigger. the black markings you had long since memorized seemed to dance across his amber skin. undeniably beautiful.

your gaze inevitably dropped lower.

his cock was large and heavy. so enormous it nearly reached the mouth on his stomach. even thick felt like an inadequate word to describe it. despite all the times you had taken him before, a shiver still ran through you at the thought that maybe it wouldn’t fit. that was exactly why sukuna spent so much time preparing you before giving you his cock, making sure you were ready to take him.

he lowered himself over you again, this time pressing his mouth to your neck. all four arms spread around you, supporting his weight above your body while wandering freely along your curves whenever they pleased.

“open your mouth.” you obeyed immediately.

sukuna gathered saliva before spitting. you closed your lips and hummed softly at the taste. at some point he had licked his own fingers clean, and now you could taste both him and yourself mixed together.

you swallowed every drop, wishing your hands were free so you could collect any remaining traces and suck them from your fingertips. the sight made sukuna’s cock twitch and pulse. then, without warning, he pushed a few inches inside you.

“ah— fuck! so big… fuck, it’s too much, ’kuna!” you cried.

he lowered himself further, rocking his hips in and out while fucking you with only that small portion of his length. he was barely inside you, yet you felt him everywhere.

“you feel so good. i could fuck you with half my length and you’d still cum for me like the little slut you are.”

you opened your eyes and found him watching every of you, almost as though he could see straight through your soul.

you already felt overstimulated. only minutes ago you had been cumming. your cunt dripped onto the sheets, slick and release coating sukuna’s cock and forming a ring around it, drawing a pleased groan from him at the sight. he kept fucking you like that, and your body arched toward him in silent demand for more. understanding exactly what you wanted, sukuna finally sank all the way inside you.

your eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. a moan escaped your lips, and sukuna groaned as well, pleased by how easily a single movement could make you fold for him.

without another word, he turned you over while remaining buried inside you. all four arms spread across your body, touching you shamelessly. one hand returned to your clit, tracing lazy circles while he began thrusting into you in earnest.

skilled as ever, sukuna quickly found a rhythm that allowed him to keep moving his hand without disrupting his pace. every touch made your body curl further into itself. warm breath brushed against your ear, and somehow his voice sounded even rougher now.

instinctively, you tightened around him. the reaction drew a curse from his lips.

“cum for me again, ‘kay?” he murmured.

as though your body had completely surrendered itself to sukuna’s whims, the tension coiled in your stomach finally snapped. you moaned and cried out, loud enough that the neighbors would probably have something to say about it later. all the while, he kept fucking you through your orgasm, your release spilling around his cock.

“ah, fuck. yeah. just like this” sukuna groaned.

his thrusts only grew harder. he pulled his hand away, letting your torso fall fully against the mattress and opening you up even more for him. you could feel his balls striking against you with every movement. the sounds blended with your sweet moans, and the combination seemed to make something tighten in sukuna’s stomach as well.

then, without warning, you came again.

it was brief. you hadn’t even known you were capable of it, but it happened all the same. the orgasm tightened around sukuna’s cock, nearly drawing him in deeper, and the sensation made him pitch forward with a curse.

“oh. my. god.” it was all you could manage.

he planted one leg more firmly on the bed and sank even deeper into you, savoring every reaction he pulled from your body. the new angle left you dizzy, barely able to catch your breath.

you were a complete mess across the sheets. the sounds of sukuna’s movements were so wet they bordered on obscene, almost sinful. but he kept going, never once giving you a chance to recover.

by the time your vision finally cleared, it was sukuna’s turn.

he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, unable to handle this new discovery about your body any longer. thick ropes of release filled you, drawing your name from his lips in a pleased, breathless hum.

he finally pulled out, taking a moment to admire the mess he had made.

“you look so pretty like this. full of me,” he said, gathering some of what had spilled out and pushing it back inside.

“kuna! please, it’s too much!” you protested.

he only smiled.

moments later, the tongue on sukuna’s stomach was already between your thighs, cleaning up the mess he had made and greedily gathering every last drop.

another wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving your body limp against the sheets. only then did sukuna finally undo your restraints and lie down beside you.

the two of you nearly fell asleep right there in the aftermath.

after a bath and a fresh set of sheets, that was exactly what happened.

and, of course, whenever the opportunity presented itself, you always found yourself asking sukuna to fuck you like that again.

this was a request, but i feel like it ended up being a little repetitive. still, i hope the person who requested it enjoys it! i’ve been a little inactive lately because my birthday is next week. as a birthday present, i’d like a true form!sukuna. can someone get me? i can fix him. ♡

© arkhiver — 2026. do not copy, translate, repost, or feed my works to ai.

When they arrived on the island, they were greeted by exotic topless women who provided flower necklaces and drinks with little umbrellas. Their room was luxurious with a king bed and Jacuzzi. They took a quick bath and Haley let Jake lather up her perfect DD breasts from behind. She felt him growing against her back and teased him a little with her soft hands.

“We should wait,” Haley said mischievously rubbing him slowly with the soap.

“Awww.”

“We only have a couple hours before our session. Who knows what we are going to be doing.”

“But I want you now,” Jake said kissing the back of her neck and sliding one hand down her flat stomach and in between her legs. She was smooth and wet which allowed his fingers to slide in with ease. She moaned for a moment before giggling and scooting out of the tub.

She used a blow dryer on her long red hair until it was shiny and straight. Her tiny black bikini barely covered her sand dollar-sized nipples. She had Jake help her with the ties- he attempted to get frisky again. Over her suit she put on a tight blue dress which showed off her long pale legs as well as her perky breasts. He told her how gorgeous she looked before they headed to their session.

When they arrived at the secluded cottage on the beach, it looked like all the other beach houses along the resort. A tall man with thick arms welcomed them. He did not speak much English but introduced himself as Juan. His tight shirt displayed his muscular abs. It was unbuttoned at the top revealing a chiseled, smooth chest. Juan kissed Haley’s hand with his plump lips and showed them inside. While the outside had been quaint and inviting, the inside of the cottage was like a sex dungeon. There was a huge bed in one corner with many chains hanging from the canopy. Straps and cuffs lined the bed giving a variety of positions for restraining someone, or multiple people.

In another corner was a Symbian machine with chains hanging above it. Next to that was a metallic table with stirrups and leather straps. In the middle of the room were two X-shaped tables that were set at about waist height. One was lying flat and the other was in an upright position. Both had many cuffs and long straps. They were padded in black vinyl and looked surprisingly comfortable for sex furniture. Haley did not have a chance to study the other apparatuses in the room because the beautiful half-naked women sitting on the tables captured her attention.

All three of the women were tan with large breasts, dark hair, and almond shaped eyes. The tallest one was very slender with pixie-like brown hair that spiked in different directions. She wore a red shear nighty that did not hide her perky D-cup breasts. The second woman was shorter and thicker with nice hips and long sleek black hair. Her DD breasts were lifted by a black corset teddy that wrapped around her hourglass body perfectly. The final girl wore white lace with thigh-high stockings. She had thick red lips and soft curls of black hair that swept the top of her sculpted ass. Her C-sized tits were overflowing from the white brazier top and she smiled at them as she stood.

“Hello,” she said in a thick tropical accent. “I am Serra. This is Nadia,” she said motioning to the girl in the black corset. “You’ve met Juan?”

“Yes,” Haley said watching as the man unbuttoned his shirt. Serra placed her hands on the woman in red.

“And this is Riley. She is a wild one. You like?” Serra asked as she ran her hands down Riley’s shoulders and began fondling her breasts.

“Yes,” the couple both said at once.

“Good, good,” she replied picking up a clipboard from the flat table. She had Haley sign then handed it to Jake. It wasn’t unusual for a place like this to have a waiver. Serra stepped up to Haley and brushed the hair back from her face. “You are a sexy thing. Juan likes you. I can tell, see.” Haley blushed slightly as she noticed a large bulge in Juan’s shorts. Jake handed the clipboard to the girl in red, Riley. “Shall we begin?” Serra asked.

“Please,” Haley said as the other two girls walked over to Jake. Riley said something in a language the couple did not understand and the other girls laughed. “What?” Haley asked.

“She is only saying that you will be saying please more later,” Serra said as she began running her hands over Haley.

Nadia and Riley began undressing Jake with giggles. Serra gripped the bottom of Haley’s dress and lifted it over her head. Then she began kissing the front of Haley’s neck and chest. A moment later, Juan was behind her rubbing her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders. The ladies led Jake over to the upright X-table wearing only his grey boxer-briefs. He climbed on and the girls began strapping his arms in place. For each arm, they placed a strap at the wrist, elbow, and shoulder. Then they did the same with his legs, strapping him tightly at his thighs. He could barely move anything except his head.

Haley could see that his excitement was growing as a tent began to emerge on his boxers. While they tightened the straps more, Serra and Juan were rubbing and kissing her all over. Juan’s fingers found his way under her bikini top and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and pointer. His fingers were calloused and the ridges caused ripples of pleasure to pulsate down to her pussy. She moaned a little and rubbed her ass against his hard member. Suddenly his strong hands were holding her wrists and he raised them up over her head. He put his arms around hers and then behind her head so she couldn’t put her arms down.

She felt herself growing wet as Serra’s nails began to trace circles around her stomach. Haley began laughing instantly and tried to pull her arms down to protect her ticklish tummy. But Juan held her in place and the fingernails continued to dance across her. She heard a shrieking laugh and saw that Nadia and Riley were running their nails along both of Jake’s feet.

“Wh—hahaha-what are you…doing!?” Haley said between laughs.

“Oh, are you ticklish? Well, we are only beginning,” Serra said tauntingly as she moved her nails to Haley’s sides.

“This isn’t what…weeee agreed to!” Jake yelped his feet jerking away from the frolicking fingers.

“You Americans never read small print. You agreed to anything. But trust me, you will enjoy.”

“You don’t…understand,” Jake screamed wiggling his feet to attempt an escape from the girls’ long nails.” Hehehehe! I’m waaaay too ticklish!” Nadia in black cooed and moved up to start tickling under his knee and at his inner thigh. He bucked against his bonds and laughed.

“He like it,” Nadia said rubbing a finger across his cock. “See!” It was covered in cloth but clearly growing. Haley giggled and her bikini bottoms got wetter as Serra’s fingers moved up to her arm pits. She fought against Juan as she laughed, pulling her legs up to her stomach. She knew Jake was crazy-ticklish, but she enjoyed being tickled. She may have forgotten to mention to him that she’d seen feathers in the AD. He may not have agreed to do it. She watched as he screamed at the onslaught of fingers. They moved up to his armpits and ribs which started the begging.

“Pleeeeheeesee No!” he yelled. “Sto-awwww-p!” Haley squirmed but Juan held her in place, pinning one of her legs between his. He tightened his grip with one of his arms and allowed the other to dig into her ribs. He was so strong that she still couldn’t free her arms. It really turned her on. She moaned and laughed as Juan’s large fingers and Serra’s tiny ones tickled all over her upper-body.

“So wiggly!” Serra said. “We must restrain, yes?” Juan nodded and used both his arms to lift her off her feet. Her carried her to the X-table next to Jake who was howling. Juan set her gently on the table and began strapping down her thighs and knees. Serra belted her arms at the same points as Jake’s. When Juan got to her ankle, he lowered a board over it with a click. The inside was padded and comfy but didn’t allow her to move more than her toes. She watched as he tied her biggest and smallest toes to the board. He did the same for her other foot and the excitement almost overwhelmed her. Once they were finished, Haley was lying flat on her back spread eagle and unable to move even her toes. Anticipation coursed through her and she felt her clit harden.

She was able to turn her head from side to side which gave her an excellent view of Nadia’s tits almost bouncing out of her corset as she tickled Jakes ribs. Haley squirmed in her bikini as Serra’s and Juan’s fingers got right to work on her feet. Jake’s laughter died and they both enjoyed watching Nadia and Riley undress each other. Once they were nude, they poured a flowery scented lube onto each other’s tits and rubbed it in slowly. Then they took turns on Jake: one of them rubbing their oily breasts against his face and chest while the other tickled him.

After a minute or so, the four ticklers got out various sized feathers and began using those on the couples’ helpless bodies. Juan drug a long straight feather between Haley’s toes as she moaned with each stroke. Serra was using two tiny feathers to drift lightly over her belly and hips. Nadia’s huge peacock feathers tormented each of Jake’s armpits as Riley used more long feathers on his feet.

“You seem to like the tickling, yes?” Serra asked Haley moving the soft feathers to her armpits.

“Y…yes,” Haley said breathlessly.

“Your suit gets all wet,” she said dropping one feather and using her nail to outline circles around Haley’s pussy. She felt the wetness all over her bikini bottoms against Serra’s long fingers.

“Oh God,” Haley said as the pressure increased. She tried to grind against the fingers but Serra pulled them away.

“Not yet little dove,” she said tauntingly as she walked toward Haley’s head. She pulled the strings of her black bikini top, freeing Haley’s large natural breasts. She began running the small feathers in circles around Haley’s breasts, closer and closer to the areolas but never touching them. The light tickling and the sound of Jake’s horse laughter drove Haley wild and she tried moving to get the feathers to touch her rock-hard nipples.

Juan was now moving up between her legs. He untied each side of her bikini bottoms and slowly slid them off. He licked his lips at the sight of her smooth wetness but did not touch her there. Instead, he brushed the long feathers along her inner thighs and Haley started to pant. “Already so wet?” Serra said as she circled the areolas and edged toward the middle. When she finally allowed the silky feathers to stroke her nipples, Haley moaned and humped the air.

She heard Jake moaning and looked over to see Riley biting her lip and grabbing Jake’s cock through his underwear. Precum soaked the cloth all around the head of his dick. “Still,” Nadia said holding up a pair of scissors. The girls began cutting off his boxer briefs to reveal his large cock. Nadia knelt down between his legs and started waggling the feather across his growing member as Riley turned a crank on the table. The legs of the X began to spread further apart, widening Jake’s thighs. Then Riley knelt next to Nadia with another feather and began circling it around his asshole. This sent him into a fit of begging and laughter.

“Please not there! Noooo, its too much!” he squealed.

“Ohhh, poor baby,” Nadia tormented. “We are only starting.”

“Oh no! Please no! Hahahahaha!” His laughter was like music to Haley as Juan worked two feathers over her thighs and ass, occasionally brushing her pussy-just barely. She was dripping wet and wanted them to stop teasing already. Serra dropped the feathers and began caressing Haley’s breasts with her nails. It sent shivers all over Haley and her skin prickled in goosebumps.

“Oh please,” she breathed through giggles.

“Please what?” Serra said taking her nipple into her mouth and flicking it gently with her tongue.

“Ohhhh. Please let me cum.”

“You will cum lovely dove. We will play a nice game.”

“Okay,” Haley said with excitement. She and Jake loved sex games. Serra and Juan stopped tickling and Jake’s quiet panting said the girls had stopped his torment as well. Serra stepped in front of both tables and explained the game.

“We will pleasure you both until orgasm. But whoever is first, loses the game. Once you cum, we will continue to pleasure you and we will tickle you much worse than before, if you are first. If you are last, we will allow you to orgasm and then release restraints. You will get to watch or help as we tickle and orgasm your partner non-stop for 10 minutes.”

“Shit,” Jake said breathlessly. “Haley likes tickling so I think she will cum first.” Haley knew he was probably right. She was already close and they had barely even touched her pussy yet.

“I don’t think that’s fair!” Haley protested. “The tickling will stop him from having an orgasm but it will make me have one.”

“Trust me,” Nadia said taking hold of Jake’s cock with both hands. “Nothing is going to stop him from cumming.” She wrapped her lips around him and began working her mouth up and down.

“Oh fuck,” Jake said watching helplessly. Riley got behind her and began gently tickling his feet. Serra took her place back over Haley’s breasts and began rubbing her fingers around Haley’s waiting nipples. Seeming unable to wait any longer, Juan plunged his bearded face into her sopping pussy. Haley moaned and grinded against his mouth. His beard tickled her perineum as his thick mustache tickled the sensitive skin above her clit. Serra started sucking one nipple as her hand tickled across her stomach. Juan used his fingers to separate her lips then dove back in, shrouding her entire pussy with his big lips. He began sucking gently while his tongue went wild on her clit. Haley was already getting way too close but she did not want to lose. Her clit would be overly sensitive. She could have multiple orgasms but she needed at least a few minutes in between.

She could hear Jake cursing every couple minutes and knew he wasn’t doing much better. Riley was tickling his inner thighs softly but also grabbing his dick and pumping it quickly anytime Nadia took it out of her mouth. Nadia’s fingers were rubbing and tickling his balls with expertise as she sucked and licked the head. It only turned her on more to watch Jake being pleasured, as much as it made her jealous. Jake was closing his eyes and watching nothing which meant he was trying to get his mind on something else. She had to do something, he was winning.

“Please…slow down,” Haley whispered looking down at Juan. He sucked harder and moaned in response. The vibrations of his deep baritone sounds reverberated through her pelvis. She pleaded as she tried to fend off the orgasm that was creeping up on her. Her thighs shook and she closed her eyes, trying to imagine anything else. All she could feel were the tongues and fingers pleasing her most sensitive places. “Please no, please no, Oh God Yessss-no! No!” She was on the precipice when the pressure stopped. Haley almost screamed in frustration but remembered she needed to win.

“I have something fun now,” Serra said as she switched places with Juan. Haley was able to regain control of herself as her thoughts started to return to her. She watched as Serra pulled out a dildo. She turned it on and it made a loud buzzing. Haley knew she had no chance once that thing touched her clit. Luckily Serra started by pushing it slowly inside her dripping wet pussy. It was amazing but it was a controllable pleasure. Juan was using his large fingers and lips on her nipples now which felt even better than Serra’s soft touches had.

Riley and Nadia were now both in front of Jake, one sucking and jerking his dick as the other licked his swollen balls. Both were hardly tickling him at all now and he was biting his lips. The dildo started to go faster and Serra tilted it so it perfectly pressed against Haley’s g-spot.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Haley yelped trying to think quickly. Serra was slowing the dildo and she knew the next place it would go. “Use your tits on him!” she shouted looking over at Jake. Nadia and Riley giggled but stopped sucking and began turning the cranks.

“You help them,” Serra said laughing.

“Oh, you bitch!” Jake yelled at her as they laid the table flat. Then they made it higher so that it was just above their waists. Riley poured the same scented lube on Nadia’s tits and began rubbing it in. Nadia got between his legs and dropped her massive tits on either side of his dick. Riley got behind her and helped press her tits together as Nadia began bouncing them up and down. Lube was dripping down onto his balls and puddling on the floor. The girls moved again, turning another crank and closing the X-legs with a snap. They got on either side of him and placed his cock between their tits. Pressing their breasts together, they enclosed his member in shining hot skin. Jake began cussing and pleading with them to slow down as he watched four huge boobs stroking him repeatedly. They only laughed and bounced faster. Jake threw his head back and closed his eyes again- lost in moaning.

It made Haley even hornier to watch Jake being pleased to excess, so she closed her eyes too. It only served to intensify the feeling of the smooth dildo thrusting in and out of her at increasing speed. Then it slid out of her pussy and slowly crept up. She squeezed her eyes as Serra ran the toy around her clit over and over. When it finally came to rest on her clit, the vibrating was more than she could take. She started bucking to try to keep it off her clit. It worked a little.

“You a wiggly little dove!” Serra said stopping to turn a crank Haley couldn’t see. It spread her legs further, opening her pussy. She took the precious moments to look back at Jake. Nadia’s breasts were still bouncing vigorously on his rock hard penis and Riley had climbed onto the table at his head. She straddled his face, putting her naked mound right over his mouth. She instructed him to lick as she dug into his ribs. He tried but the laughter and moaning was keeping his mouth busy.

Serra tightened the straps at Haley’s thighs, making it impossible for her to move. Then she got back to work with the vibrator on her clit. Haley tried to get away but it was no use this time. She felt every vibration as it ricocheted through her body. She tightened her vaginal muscles trying to hold off the looming orgasm.

“You not lick fast enough,” Riley was saying to Jake. She slid down his body, keeping her pussy over his head, running her tongue down his chest and stomach. She began licking the head of his cock each time it poked out from between Nadia’s stroking tits.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled. “Tickle her feet!” he screamed out. “Tickle her feet! Please! Tickle her feet! Plee-hehe-se. Slow down! Pleeese! Slow down” He started saying over and over. He was losing control but the damage was done. Serra pointed at the vibrating toy which Juan took. His force on it was much stronger which almost sent her over the edge again. His arms were long enough to allow his fingers to continue playing with one nipple and his tongue the other. When she felt Serra’s nails on her feet, she was done. She looked over one more time and rejoiced as white cum was sailing into the air and splattering on Nadia’s tits and Riley’s face. Jake was crying out, “OHHH GOD YES! Ohhh no! Oh no!”

“Yeeeeeessss” Haley yelled finally allowing the orgasm to take her. She closed her eyes and groaned as ecstasy reverberated through her. She felt the vibrations on her clit, the nails on her feet, and the fingers and tongue on her nipples. They all mingled and exploded in her abdomen as her pussy convulsed over and over. She tried to grind against the vibrator but there was no need as Juan pressed it against her and swiveled it around. Her orgasm extended as she wailed louder than ever. She heard Jake’s passionate moans turn to shrieking laughter and pleading, so she opened her eyes. Nadia was stroking Jake’s red cock with her cum-covered hands. Riley was standing over his face and completely destroying his armpits with her nails. As Haley’s convulsions calmed, the tickling and vibrator stopped. Serra headed toward Jake and Juan released one of Haley’s arm straps.

“Oh no!” he yelled as Serra stopped at his left foot with a wicked smile. She grabbed his toes in one hand and attacked his arch. Juan went around to Jake’s table and began tickling his ribs and hips. His hands were so large that he was reaching many spots at once. “Nooooo-hohoho! Not that….No more….Please!” Jake cried between bellowing laughs.

“You lost game! Came all over tits, bad boy,” Nadia said with mock-anger. One hand was gliding up and down his cock, stopping occasionally to twist her nails and tongue around the head. Her other hand was continuously tickling his balls.

Haley unlocked the rest of her straps and freed herself. Then she headed over to help. He looked at her and began begging.

“Please Haley! Pleee-hehe-se!” She smiled and grabbed his free foot. Then she stuck her nails between his toes and began wiggling them every which way. He gasped and threw his head back in uncontrollable laughter.

“Sorry love, you lost the game,” she said impishly. Sweat was pouring from Jake as he beat against his bonds without success. The tickling was merciless and it made Haley want to climb on top of him and ride the dick Nadia was keeping hard. So much that she decided to do it. She moved Nadia out of the way and climbed onto the table. The tickling slowed but didn’t stop.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Jake asked with obvious alarm. She didn’t answer as she straddled him and put his glistening cock inside her pussy. He moaned in pleasure until the tickling restarted.

“She so naughty!” Riley said. “I like.” She got back on the table and put her pussy back in his mouth. “Lick better or I tickle you more.” Jake did so instantly and continued through his laughter. Juan and Serra were still tickling his ribs and left foot while Nadia had moved to his right foot. Haley began to moan as Juan started playing with her nipples. Riley was moaning too and grinding her pussy against Jake’s face. Haley enjoyed Jake’s pelvis bucking as he tried to escape the tickling-he was unwittingly thrusting in and out of her. She grabbed Riley’s tits and played with them as the girl squirted all over Jake’s face. She felt the signs of his cock twitching and knew he was about to cum again. She rode him harder over the edge and another orgasm took her as she bounced on his cock. After he filled her throbbing pussy, he stopped licking Riley and began pleading again.

“I can’t take it! No more! No more” he snarled.

“Aww, what you going to do?” Serra said mockingly. “You still have two minutes.”

“Noooo!” Jake said as Riley climbed off him and began tickling his armpits again.

Haley’s second orgasm tapered off but she continued to ride Jake. She put her hands behind her and danced her nails around his balls and inner thighs. His wails reached new heights as they used the final minute to completely ruin him. By the time they stopped, he was a panting, lubey mess. They released his straps as Serra grabbed Haley’s arm.

“Your turn again, I think. Back on the table little dove,” Serra said.

It was hysterical that Dani traded today, of all days, with you. Seriously, she decided to cash in a favor you owed her back during your interning years at the research facility, so you took her spot out at the lagoon. She’d rather hang back and sort through the slew of disorganized files that’d toppled over in the file room–courtesy of a werewolf’s heat making him fuck the semen extrator so hard, it shook the wall and the cabinets on the other side of it. Knocked them over into a jumbled mess that was going to be how you spent your eight-hour shift. But…nope. Dani claimed it.

So, instead, you were playing volunteer perfume tester for the merfolk out at the lagoon that never let anyone catch more than a glimpse of them. It wasn’t going to work; in the years you’d been working there, they’d never perfected the pheromone for drawing out merfolk. They were too smart. It wasn’t like blood to a thirsty vampire or mixing up a special pheromone for a werewolf in heat. The way of the merfolk was still mostly a mystery.

All you had to do was play by the experiment’s strict rules, and you were basically getting a paid vacation day to lounge in a nice, warm lagoon. See, the interest of getting anything substantial from the mermaids was high on the priority list, so every single precaution that could be taken was taken. Two hidden cameras were set up–one amongst the rocks at the water’s edge and one underneath the water. They’re turned on remotely after the team departs, and you’re settled in, and that’s it. It’s just the single person out there to complete the test.

Today, that was you. Lounging back to enjoy the warm sun, floating in the soothing water. A one-piece bathing suit a glittering pink underneath the yellow rays of the sun. The rules you had to follow were easy enough; you couldn’t move too much until it was time to depart, so within a break in the rocks, a hook was screwed into the earth. Attached to it were waterproof, relatively comfortable cuffs. It kept your hands back and from moving too much, and it kept you from being swept out to sea by any riptides. The water levels were always monitored, so there was no risk of drowning by any sudden high tides, and the waves were so calm, they only ever splashed up to your chest. And, controversially, since you couldn’t make any noise to risk scaring anyone off, they had waterproof tape slapped over your mouth. 

Once you were cuffed and sufficiently gagged, the lead scientist brought Merfolk Concoction #157 over to spritz onto your neck, wrists, and chest. He didn’t exactly look like he had high hopes, but they couldn’t go without testing it. So he gave you a few extra spritzes to really make sure they tried their damndest. Then, with a pat on your shoulder, he was gone. 

And while Dani was stuck sorting through files, you listened to the birds chirping, the light waves crashing against you and the rocks, and you just…lounged. Enjoyed the lagoon and the paid mini-vacation. They’d come and fetch you in about two hours to eat, use the bathroom, and reapply sunscreen and the concoction. Then you’d be back in. Rinse and repeat until you returned to the lab.

It was nice out. Really nice out. A good book or some music would’ve been preferred, but the lagoon was downright gorgeous. A rich, clear blue that let you see down your legs as if the water wasn’t there. Out beyond your feet, there was a darkness that led to the depths where any mini submarine drone sent out was quickly destroyed and spat back out. That’s where the merfolk presumably lived, if not simply used as a means to reach the surface. And try as you might, as you squinted to see through the dark abyss at the edges there, there was nothing to see. No merfolk coming up. 

The cameras were hidden well enough. You hadn’t been able to spot them when they mentioned they were there. You just knew one was looking over your area to spot anything from above and down below, where the other was somewhere right behind your bottom. It might’ve felt skeevy if you hadn’t known the man leading every experiment in the lab. His fascination with the supernatural and otherworldly was obsessive. He’d give anything to learn and understand. Including sending his own employees out to bathe in the sun and soak in the crystal waters. 

But as you knew, the concoctions never worked. 

You hummed up at the sky; it was getting close to the snack break, and your stomach was starting to rumble. Not much longer, if your internal clock was to be that trusted. Plus, the ways were starting to come in a little harder and larger, so if a high tide was unexpectedly coming in, it was better to be out before then. No matter. It was only a short ways away, and the highest the waves were reaching were your collarbones. 

You’d have an apple and guzzle down some water; the sun was making your mouth dry, and more sunscreen was needed as there was a total lack of clouds that day. Pretty, until you had nothing to find shapes in to distract your wondering mind. Maybe some fish were daring to come near you? 

Looking back down in the crystal water, you peered to try and see the fishes that so easily blended into the sand and shells on the lagoon floor. The brackish water came up in more waves and, alas, there were no fish. Just pretty, opalescent shells beckoning you to pluck them up. Fully intact and absolutely beautiful, you skimmed for you, watching the sand move over them with each wave. From right, over your midsection, to left. There were so many. It was a surprise your colleagues hadn’t plucked them out of the water for their own benefit or just trying to research their origins. They were far from looking entirely of the human realm of the sea. Were there more hidden? You shifted just a little–not enough to screw with the results–like there’d ever be any–to peek underneath where you floated.

They were all gathered there where the waves kept throwing them toward the shoreline. Out of that abyss, it seemed. So, you shifted just that little bit, curling your legs, and peeked down.

The waves stilled.

Opalescent was beneath you, but they were not shells you looked upon in their face. A face. A face looked at you with wide, beautiful eyes and skin that seemed to blend in with both the water and sand. Had she not blinked at you, you weren’t sure you would’ve entirely noticed her. But she was there, with long sand-colored hair floating around you, her eyes flitting over you. So close that, if you were out of water, you would’ve felt her breath against your thigh. But the waves, the water…. She tilted her head and raised a hand up. 

She wore nothing on her top, her upper half entirely human-looking. Her chest moved as if she was breathing air, her bare chest uncovered. Down across her stomach, however, scales came in pink and purple glints. Down to a thin fish-like tail that pointed toward the abyss.

Your heart skipped.

She came closer to your feet and brushed a finger over an ankle. You almost twitched, but all within you told you not to move–you’d scare her off. They were watching through the cameras, too, surely shouting in excitement and screaming at you not to screw this up for them. One was there. You breathed through your nose too hard and too quick, but that was a fucking mermaid.

She touched you again, the water stifling the touch just a little, but a single brush of her finger turned into a full touch. Her hand on your ankle, her wide eyes going wider, and they remained as such. She was touching you. She was…curious? You did not dare to move in that unsettlingly still lagoon. You merely watched as she slid her hand up along the side of your leg, swimming up closer. Oh, holy–

She looked over you like you were as big of a fascination to her as she was to you. This was a breakthrough for their research, and that enough was big. But you had to see how long this was going to last, how much you could get from it. Any and everything–holy shit. Had the concoction worked? What the hell did they put in it? She was there! But was it a fluke or the concoction?

Her hand slid over your upper thigh, and her light brows pinched at the touch of the elastic at your hip. She blinked at it and at you, sliding her fingers under and pulling at it. You closed your thighs instinctively from where her hand was close to your groin, but you barely did so. She frowned at the material, and moved, swimming out of sight underneath you, her hand skimming over your bottom before the suit was pulled at over your back, higher at your side, and then there was a splash of water.

Opal eyes looked at you directly. They flitted over your face rapidly, wet hair coming to brush against your arm and shoulder. Her mouth pursed into a small o of a pout, some gills on her neck seeming…seeming to adjust. And her next breath came out of water, her chest brushing against you on her breath. 

Water dripped off her hand. It came hovering over your stomach as the tide seemed to pull back. From your mid-stomach down, you were in the water. But up, you were drying off in the sun by the second. She gently touched the wet material, following it up over your chest–making you inadvertently twitch as she brushed over a nipple–until she got to the neckline. She frowned at it, looking down at herself–uncovered–and then at you. Hooking her fingers around the top of it, and tugging out, stretching the material.

Whoa, okay….

She breathed again, going still. Then again. A quick sniff. Another. She released the material with a wet slap back to you. Sniffing again. Then again. Getting closer, and closer, her hand pressing over the underside of one breast when she leaned in. Went hair in your face, her nose against your chest. Wait–

She sniffed again.

Her tail flicked against your legs.

Could she smell the concoction? Had…had it been…successful?

So badly you wanted to ask, but your mouth– Wet. Something wet and warm dragged over your collarbone, and you went totally still. Did she just…lick you? Yes. The answer was a shiver-inducing yes when she did it again, licking along the tops of your breasts, a soft moan passing from her lips. What the fuck? You squirmed. What the fuck was in the concoction? What the fuck was going on? And you threw a look toward the hidden camera’s general direction, squirming against her and her flicking tail. 

She licked over you again, faster, burying her face in your cleavage. You tried to say something through the tape, but it was stuck on you good. Kicking did nothing as she swam over you, pushing your legs down into the water further and sucking on the skin on your chest. She rubbed up against you, her hands sliding over your chest in a swift, smooth eagerness. You tried again to say something. Where was the team? Where were they? But as her fingers curled around the top of your suit, you knew this was too fantastic, too incredible, too revolutionary of a find to cut short. You knew they weren’t going to interrupt it, no matter what. So when she looked up at you with wide, full pupils that glimmered even in the dark abyss, licking her lips, nobody was coming. It was just you and her.

And she hooked her fingers down, and pulled at the stretchy, wet material covering your chest. You pressed your head back and closed your eyes. The sun beating down over your bared breasts. Wet hair came to you again, as did her tongue. This was going to be on camera. They were all watching this. Watching you. You tried not to think about all the eyes watching, all the hard drives this was going to be saved on for merfolk evidence, all the crowds this would be shown to once more information was gathered as proof. They’re real! Look! And it’s a mermaid's tongue fiercely lapping at your breasts as she pressed them up more than the suit trapped under them already was. 

Oh, god. She licked lower, moaning softly onto you and nuzzling your chest. What the hell was in that goddamn concoction? Something that did that to a mermaid. That brought her out and to you. That had you squeezing your chest and making your eyes stay firmly shut as she–oh, god. She rubbed a finger over a nipple, and you pressed your head back against your arms. Just light nudging, water dripping down over it in the process. And the other, too, she touched you softly, experimentally, it seemed. Brushed her thumbs over them, then poked them again. Nudged, brushed, and….

And you heard the water slosh.

She swam up closer. A daring look showed her over you just before it happened. A mere glimpse of wet skin, and then she had her chest on yours. Her tail forced your legs apart, the thick muscles beneath those scales coming in to rest against you, twitching as she occasionally moved her tail. It pressed right between your legs, and it was hard not to think about that when she rubbed her chest against yours. She buried her face against your cheek and licked up toward your temple. 

Cooing. She cooed. Moaning softly and planting her hands back on the rocks behind you, her whole body rocking. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. You twitched as something brushed against the bottom of your feet. Both feet. And you jerked, throwing your head to the side to look through the crystal water around the mermaid atop you.

Your stomach dropped.

Two more looked back at you from the depths. Hands skimming up your legs as they swam higher. Closer. One with dark brown skin, the other a light tan that seemed to glimmer higher over her stomach. Mermaids, still. And they swam up beside you, looking at you at the one moving down to lick at your neck once had.

Wait.

Their eyes were wide upon you. Wait, wait. One breached the surface of the water and came to you, cupping your cheeks and making you look at her. The one on top of you slid lower, closing a mouth around one nipple and sucking softly. Wait!

Underneath the water, the other was as exploratory as the first was. Her hands skimming along your inner thigh where you were still parted around the tail of the first. She pulled at the elastic on your suit, too. Pulled and pulled, frowning at it. But it was hard to keep up with everything. A mouth on your nipple, nibbling at the tender skin and sucking it into her mouth. Another coming down to lick at your chest just as the first had. And then under the water–oh, fuck, wait. Hold on. You shouted behind the tape, but it was to no avail.

Two fingers hooked around the crotch of your bathing suit and pulled. The mermaid made some special sound at the sight of your cunt, and you trashed, but the mermaid lapping at your chest dove under the water. You couldn’t see with the mermaid atop you, licking over to your other nipple. But you felt it. The pull of the elastic as far as it’d go, keeping nothing covered between your legs. Multiple hands held it away from you, and another…. Fingers brushed over your cunt, and you kicked. What the fuck–?

They spread you. Without warning, they ran their fingers over your cunt and swam closer, underneath you, hands grabbing at you as tails flicked up over the top of the water. Fingers brushed over your folds, up to your clit where it was idly nudged and you twitched, and one touch became two. You threw your head back. Wait. Wait, the research team. The underwater camera. You could only imagine the view they had beneath you of the fingers coming up and rubbing over your cunt. Your clit. Another nudge, then another, until the nudges were just light, continuous brushes. 

No, no, no.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but they were the wrong kind of tears. The mermaid atop you sucked hard on a nipple as the fingers on your clit started to work you faster. Harder. Another finger found you. Your entrance. Rubbing over it first, the only warning before suddenly there were two fingers pushing into your cunt. 

You tried to pull out of the cuffs, but nothing. You shouted for the team behind the tape, but as the fingers curled inside of you and the others rubbed at your clit, the sounds started to morph. Collectively, they made a chittering sound much like laughter or…or something similar right when you moaned. Involuntarily, but they were…it was….

The fingers on your clit moved.

Water rippled.

What could only be a mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Their tongue pressed over it, lapping at your clit soft yet quick. And those welled tears….

The sun blurred.

The fingers worked into you expertly. 

The mermaid on your chest sucked at your nipple and pinched the other, smiling against you.

Oh. No.

No, no, no. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes–there. Your thighs tried to close and your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t shove it away. Couldn’t hold it back. It was there. It was there hard and fast. So abruptly. Their fingers and tongue working it out of you. Ripples of pleasure echoing through you as it built without consideration for you. You tried to forget about the camera watching you writhe above and below the water. The angles they had on your bottom and cunt and up where your nipples were endlessly teased. Tried not to think about all the conferences this was going to be shown at as evidence of success. Tried so fucking hard not to think about anything when your cunt fluttered. And squeezed. And clenched so tight around her fingers.

You kicked out at nothing that time. They group made the sound again when you moaned and moaned and moaned again behind that tape. There was no doing it silently or subtly. They weren’t going to let you. You mewled and arched, breathing heavily through your nose as a rough, unforgiving lightning bolt of pleasure shot through you. Electric through your nerves, searing through to your toes and making your hips lift up to the tongue lapping at your clit and the fingers fucking into you from beneath you.

The water sloshed around the four of you. 

They all hummed a sweet, dangerous melody as you came, violently writhing in their grasps.

A soft ringing entered your head. You’d never…you’d never cum like that before. That was…. Your vision blurred up at the sky whilst you blinked, and blinked again to steady it, but it stayed blurry. Mouths still suckled at your nipples, and down under the water, as your cunt pulsed, the fingers released. They went lower. The mouth on your clit moved lower.

A finger pressed against your asshole first. The mermaid on top of you slid off. The sun dried her wet kisses. The water sloshed, still, and one finger pushed into your asshole so, so gingerly. But hands held your legs open. The ringing got louder in your ears with a hypnotic melody amongst it. A song playing through the silence, invisible yet there. Dark and low, humming underneath the water and vibrating it down to your bones. A second finger pushed into your asshole with a welcomed stretch, and then there was the brush of hair against your inner thighs. A stretch that found itself there, too, as hand pressed into the meat of your legs. 

They kissed you.

Taking long, wet turns, lapping at your cunt. 

The ringing faded into just the music.

They sucked on your clit, fingers pumping into your ass, and tongues diving into your pulsing cunt. Over and over. The sun’s warmth fading behind a new, blurry cloud. Tonguing your cunt until tears welled over, and you couldn’t handle it. Pleasure stealing your breath as you came hard, shaking underneath the water where they held you in place. The cuffs dug into your wrists, but you weren’t pulling on them any more.

Again.

The humming got louder. You screamed as you came again, trying to close your thighs as they continued to lap at your swollen clit, but they kept them open.

Again.

Your throat was raw from every stifled shriek that got out of you.

The humming encompassed everything. The waves, the water, your moans and screams. 

Again.

You seized up in pleasure, blackspots in your vision taking over. Three fingers fucked into your ass roughly when you came around their tongues. The sun faded away. The sky went black. And you felt that rip of pleasure terrorize you.

Ours.

The music hummed inside your head with overlapped voices. Giggling and humming. 

Ours! Ours! Ours! 

A sharp, piercing pinch erupted in your thigh, a splatter of various colors behind your eyes. And then everything went away. No music. No voices. No touches. There was nothing except…you. 

When you opened your eyes, the sun was lower in the sky. Movement above you caught your blurry vision–the head of the research team as he climbed into the water next to you, eyes wide and eager. He gave you a once over, your suit left askew everywhere, and he nodded, whispering a half-apology before lifting a camera to snap pictures. Your chest, neck, cunt, inner thigh, and then a full-body shot. Humiliation burned, but it was hard to feel it fully. Not when the abyss was beyond him.

The dark waters right there. Catching your eye. 

He fixed your suit and uncuffed your wrists. Started to peel the tape off your mouth.

A low humming echoed inside your head. He and three others helped you out of the water, forcing your eyes away from the lagoon. 

They fed you. Hydrated you. Helped you back into the van and gave you a quick once-over to make you sure you weren’t anything more than dazed. You only bled on your inner thigh. The watered-down blood trickling down your leg like a watercolor painting. And you watched it go as they cleaned the wound. A bite mark from thick, sharp fangs. 

The humming continued. It was far away, yet no matter how far the lagoon got when you were driven away, the volume remained the same. The humming ever present. 

You sat wrapped in a towel in the office of the lab owner that evening. Wound bandaged, still dressed in your suit, Dani trying to ask what happened but getting pushed out so they could present the evidence. You blinked up at the dual screens. The pictures the lead researcher had taken were already printed out and spread out on the desk. As naked in them as you were on the screens.

You, shivering, shuddering, screaming in and out of the water. Not a moment of evident missed or covered by poor camera placement. Naked. Fingered. Licked. Kissed. Sucked. 

Climaxing.

And climaxing.

And climaxing again and again and again until the blonde mermaid reeled back and bit into your thigh.

The head of the entire operations there at the lab grinned. He restarted the video once it reached the end, and watched it all the way through. He restarted it again, beaming. He turned to you with that wide grin, excitement glittering in his eyes. You watched his mouth move, his words far away as the humming grew louder.

“You have to go back to the lagoon tomorrow and test the concoction again. Soak yourself in it. Okay?”

You blinked at him. The humming kissed your temples.

“Okay,” you answered.

Ours was a gentle, beckoning echo in your head.

And just like that, you nodded.

“Shhhhhh.”

It’s a soft brush against the side of your head. Fingers running along the side of your arm. A hand that smells like the sun and the hay that was clinging to the work glove he had shoved in the front of his jeans covered your mouth. The rough callouses underneath were scratchy against your cheeks and jaw, but you had no complaints. Your next breath was a sharp exhale against where his thumb was tucked up underneath your nose.

The bits of sunlight creeping through the wall of the stables was a spread of warmth over your chest. Where the top of your yellow sundress had been pulled down so you could feel the picnic blanket laid out underneath you. It was red and white plaid and itchy, but it was better than the hay underneath. 

Outside, horses neighed. They were back early. You were supposed to have at least another hour, but your daddy brought them back in because of an apparent storm on the horizon. You could feel the humidity in the air clinging to you with sweat beading up on your brow and slithering down your back, but that wasn’t just from the storm. 

You would’ve told him to stop, the risk of getting caught was too great. But he was already pressing his cock into you when the ground started shaking with the approaching horses. Those fingers skimming down your arm moved and rolled a nipple between them. Pinching it until there was a stinging pain that had you gasping behind his hand and seeing stars. Squeezing your thighs together where your dress was bunched up and his cock nudged all the way into you. 

You aimed to strangle out his name against his palm, but he just pulled out and rutted back in slowly. 

“Stall’s unused. Stay quiet and nobody’ll find us, sweetheart.” He rutted in again, a little harder. The thump of his belt against your thigh shot nerves down your back. Right where his blue jeans were locked up behind your legs, rubbing against the backs of your thighs. “Then, all you’ll do is walk outta here and keep my cum from dribbling down your thighs for daddy to see, ‘kay?”

He rolled you over onto your stomach, nudging your knees apart with his. He gave you most of his weight, pressing some of the air out of you. Your next breath came with his thrust back into you, hitting so deep your eyes fluttered shut. Conversation was a pointed, unignorable hum through the wall. Right on the other side of it. 

“Just stay nice and quiet, sweetheart,” he hummed again, and there was the soft clinking of his belt. The lift of his stomach. The warm press of leather against your wrists as he freed your mouth to gather them.

“I’m gonna kill–”

You didn’t get to finish your words. He locked your wrists behind your back in his thick belt and wasted no time ramming into your cunt. The sounds wet and loud when you were up against the wall like that. This hadn’t been planned; you’d just wound up in the stables with him half an hour ago when you’d been trying to avoid each other after the last midnight kiss ended with your determination to focus on work, not screwing one of your daddy’s employees. You were leaving in a few weeks anyway, and it wasn’t worth the trouble of getting everyone in trouble.

Then, you found each other in the empty stables.

You both seemed pretty interested in getting out of there before another argument ensued, but when the sparks shot up and heated words started getting exchanged…. Next thing you knew, you were knocking his hat back so you could kiss him without it falling off. He was grabbing a folded blanket off a stack he’d done up himself. And you were slamming the empty stall door shut while his fingers slid under your dress.

“Want me to stop?” he breathed just loud enough to be considered a whisper. 

His hips snapped forward, forcing you to press your forehead to the blanket and bite down on it. The scratchy material rubbed up against your nipples with every thrust. Up against your clit he’d been teasing and teasing and teasing without letting you fall over the edge. Right there, overly sensitive, and now pressed against the awful material….

You mewled, muffled. 

Damn well wasn’t a no, and the grip he gave the back of your neck to pin you down said as much. He fucked you harder; the ground shook as the horses got closer. Rougher, he made your whole body jolt, his hat next to you on the ground and giving you some feigned sense of extra secrecy. A wall not really there blocking your sin from the rest of the stables. 

“Fuuuck,” he grunted, his grip tightening on the back of your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re going to kill me.”

You were? The movement got closer. The hum of conversation moved away from the wall, and nerves were a bead of sweat going down to the blanket bunching under your parted knees. His balls slapped against you, his cock drilled into you. Tears pricked at your eyes while they fluttered and fluttered and fluttered just like your cunt was around him. Close. You were so fucking close. Every curse should’ve been flying out of your mouth at him, but you could hardly breathe as that edge came up upon you just like that. Clit so sensitive, the blanket was starting to act like torture. Just barely not enough yet so rough it was cruel. Your nipples ached and your hips pushed back to meet him, earning a grunt that definitely came with a grin.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he cooed. His thrusts stuttered. His weight came down on you harder, the thick ropes of muscles he’d earned through years of hard work started to tense along the back of you. “That’s it, take it. Good girl. F-Fuck.”

So fucking close. You almost screamed. Right there. He rammed into you just right. Right against the spot that brought a few more tears down your cheeks, but–

His movements lurched. The creak of the stable doors opening rocketed through the building. His hips slammed against your bottom, his cock bottoming out, and you clamped your mouth shut while his groan was a faint, body-shaking sound. He came. With tiny, near-silent thrusts. He spilled inside of you as the horses were brought in and a handful of footsteps guided them in.

The thump of your heartbeat was in your ears. You went completely still while the echo of conversation bounced around the stables. The running water in your ears shielded away the actual words, but it was apparent they were getting closer. The stall walls were high. Nobody could see in to where you two were tucked away in the corner of the unused stall. But they were close. Really fucking close.

And he had the audacity to roll. Both of you. His cock still nestled inside of you as you looked up at the ceiling, your knees spread around his, dress up around your waist and down, baring your tits. He covered your mouth with his hand again before you could even gasp out a breath, and he slid his other hand down.

You writhed atop of him–this was too much. Too risky. For fuck’s sake, if they caught you, it wasn’t just some employees, it was–

His fingers brushed lazy, light circles over your clit.

His laugh was something small and near-silent next to your ear.

“Quietly, now,” he murmured.

He nipped at your ear. Then, like he knew you liked it, gave your clit the exact attention it needed. That you needed. There was nothing to do except press your head back against his chest, trembling in forced silence, panting as softly as you could. He pressed his grin into the side of your head, working your clit and rocking his hips just a little. Fucking into your clenching pussy and hitting that sweet spot again and again and again. 

As a horse was let into a stall just a few down from yours, tears spilled out of the corner of your eyes. Your back arched off of him and you hoped the press of his large belt buckle into his abdomen was enough revenge for the moment. The rip of pleasure was torment as much as it was goddamn incredible. Harsh waves rippling from curling toes up to your tear-stained cheeks. A slow quiver along your thighs became a full-body shake that tensed up every muscle to keep yourself from gasping, sniffling, whining, or moaning. 

The dam broke, and you gushed around him in silence, your heartbeat thumping like a threat waiting to be heard through the thick stall walls.

“That’s my girl,” he mused, dragging his fingers up and cupping one breast. Pinching your nipple until you almost whined accidentally. “Shhh. Shhhh.” He slid his hand down from your mouth, capturing both breasts and playing with your nipples with little rolls and pinches. Tweaking them softly until your back was arching and you had nothing to help you stay quiet. “Shhhhh….”

“So it’s been good having her back home then?” carried through the wall, and you would’ve gone still if you could’ve. But his fingers on your nipples, his hips rocking every so gently where you could feel his cock getting hard again…. 

“Oh, yeah. Been a while since I’ve had my babygirl home. Just hope she’s keeping outta trouble with all you idiots here.” Your dad barked out a laugh before hanging something up on the wall adjacent to the stall. A roll of thunder shook the walls and the very air itself. “Shit, let’s get the rest in and get back. Shit’s coming in quick.”

Fingers trailed down again. A hand on your hip. Fingers finding your swollen clit again. You bit down on your lip while footsteps carried everyone away, and beneath you, hips rutted up. Fucking his cum back into you while rubbing your clit. Stars bounced around behind your eyes. The air was hot and thick, electric as the storm brought lightning closer and closer. 

The stable doors were clicking shut when you came again, letting yourself grunt so, so softly while he filled you up again. Spilling inside of you as you milked him empty. 

“You’re fucking dead to me,” you breathed, trembling atop him. He finally pulled out, and propped up the both of you to look down at where he kept your legs nice and spread. Seeing the mess you’d made of each other. 

He had his fingers down there already, sliding them over and smearing that mess over you. Nipped at the shell of your ear while you squirmed, his fingers working into your cunt and the heel of his palm showing you just how sensitive your clit was. 

Your breath hitched.

“Then don’t cum again, sweetheart.” He slid a third finger into you, fucking it roughly into your sopping wet cunt. The sounds were abhorrent and echoing inside the stall. The nearby huff of horses almost hid them. “Hold it.” He shifted, bringing you back down and wrapping a hand lightly around your throat. “Feel your cunt squeezing my fingers. Feel your thighs shaking. Feel your breath hitching, baby. Tell me to stop.”

But your eyes just fell shut when his fingers went right for that sweet spot. When the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit. When he grinned against you and locked his knees between yours to keep them nice and open for him to bring that pleasure right up to the peak.

“That’s what I thought, baby.”

He stuffed his fingers in knuckle-deep and stilled them. Shifted his palm and abandoned your throat, rubbing your clit with fervor and direct attention. Pushing you right over that crumbling edge and leaving you to clamp down over his fingers that kept you stuffed nice and full of him. Tears ruining your makeup and making you choke around every breath.

“Mmm, hold it in now,” he hummed. 

His belt was back on and he’d rubbed the markings from your wrists. Your hands were flat against the side of the stall, his boots between your feet, fingers rubbing over where he pulled your underwear back onto you. Running over the damp fabric just getting wet again. You clenched hard even when it seemed like he was trying to screw you by finding your clit. Kissing your neck and pressing into you like he had another round in him.

“You’re a prick,” you breathed.

“It’s a real long walk back to the house.” He reeled a hand back and spanked you over your dress. His hand left your cunt aching with a teased orgasm. “Hold it in for me now, sweetheart.”

Internally, you were a mess of gooey warmth in your belly. Externally, you elbowed him in the ribs. He laughed it off, the sound dark and low, bringing goosebumps up over your neck. Yet you still clenched as you pushed yourself from the wall and stalked toward the stall door. 

“Meet me by the lake tonight at 11:00 and I’ll tonguefuck you until you can’t cum anymore.”

You flipped him off and left.

Still, running out into the sprinkling rain and feeling his cum leak out of you….

You had an alarm queued up on your phone the second you got into your bedroom safely. 

Asshole.