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Your cunt drools, creamy and wet all around him as you wait. He listens to the way you cry and whine for him — for the pleasure that you know only he can give to you.

When he finally begins to move again, its slow and methodical strokes. He gives you deep, mind-numbing rolls of his hips that have him prodding at your cervix. Usually, the pressure would border on painful but after all the tortuous waiting he’s put you through before sinking into you, you only want more.

There’s sticky, wet sounds that accompany his movements; it’s his favorite sound. You moan and gasp beneath him, eyes rolled back so the whites are visible and your mouth hangs open to let out puffs of air mixed with his name.

You’re so honest, your body is so honest. He truly believes that there is nothing like making a precious human feel godly pleasure over and over again. He never gets tired of it.

There’s a tight squeeze of your cunt around him, your hips jerk and causes his length to pop free. Strings of sticky cum connect his length to your clenching hole.

He knows you’re close but too sensitive to let yourself lose it on his cock. He takes mercy on you and slips two, long fingers between your folds to find your clit. The bud is hard, swollen, and throbbing beneath his touch.

All it takes is couple sweet little strokes on the bud for you to cum. You cum so pretty too, he can’t take his eyes off of you as you tremble and twitch haphazardly on his bed.

It’s his favorite sight, making his sweet human lose it.

He eagerly stuffs his cock back into you, shushing you when you wail at the stretch. His perfect cock hits every spectacular spot inside of you, every time he moves he grinds against the tender, gooey spot inside you that makes your whole body twitch meanly.

Underneath him, you look ethereal. You look better than any Archon he’s set his eyes on before.

His balls, heavy and full, slap against you every time he thrusts in. You love the feeling, you love the fact that he feels good too. You can tell from the way his bangs stick to his forehead, a sweat building up on his skin from the heat produced between the two of you.

You’re growing close again, it takes so very little for you to cum for him. You start squirming beneath him, whimpering and whining as you push against his lower stomach, hoping to dislodge his cock from you again — the stimulation just too much for your sensitive body.

But his mercy has run out and he’s not going to let you run away from him this time — from him, from the pleasure.

He drops his large body over yours, resting his weight on his elbow above your head. When he looks down your body, he’s enamored at the sight of pretty, bouncing tits and how far your legs spread to accommodate his body.

Your knees knock against his ribs and your nails scratch against his chest when you tearfully look up at him. You’re stuffed so full and feel almost suffocated by him and his scent all around you.

You cry his name, sweet and wobbly as tears fill your eyes. He coos, bringing one hand down to grab your face, meanly squeezing your cheeks together to make your lips pucker out.

“Easy, little one,” he whispers, deep voice making butterflies erupt in your stomach, “Don’t run from it.”

Tears squeeze out of your eyes when you blink up at him. He thumbs them away with ease before licking the pad of the digit, savoring the salty taste of your tears.

He’s no longer thrusting into you, instead settling for sensual grinding, humping himself against your cunt to make his cock stir within your walls. He grinds against your clit, making your entire body jump and tremble as you uncontrollably wail.

Still, you try to push him away, try to get away from the overwhelming stimulation that will send you embarrassingly over the edge. He knows how to work your body with humiliating ease. He works you like the finest toy, like an instrument he took a years to master.

It’s all too easy to make you fall apart and it is his favorite game to play. He doesn’t know why you even bother trying to deprive him of such a magnificent feat.

“Shhh,” he shushes your cries, though it does nothing to silence you. If anything you cry even louder, not that he really minds — the sound just goes straight to his cock.

You continue to squirm and push at him but he doesn’t budge. He holds you down, lips pressed against your ear as he whispers soft encouragements to you; let go, you can do it, cum for me, cum, little one.

And you do, not that you have much choice.

You gush around him, squirting all over his cock and abdomen when he suddenly pulls back and resumes fucking you — thrusting into you messy, gushing cunt to milk every second of your orgasm out of your fragile body.

He loves it, can’t help but marvel at you as you lose yourself all over him. A thick, creamy ring wraps around the base of him — a sign of the pleasure he’s fucked out of you.

He cums with a soft huff of pleasure, head tossed back with his mouth opened wide. He spills into you, cum hot and leaking past the tight seal of your cunt wrapped around him. You continue to spasm and squeeze around him, aftershocks of your orgasm making itself known in your body.

You both fall still and he finally looks back down at your disheveled form. He made a mess of you, picked you apart and made you feel untold pleasure. He made you feel ways no mortal man ever could, just like you deserved.

You were all his and he was going to worship you to the end of his days.

When he pulls away from you, ready to clean up, but he can’t help but pause and smile.

It’s his favorite part; when he pulls out, his mess is left behind inside you.