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his strength…

big in strength, great in strength— whatever. point is, nolan is strong. “oh my god- nolan- put me down- PUT ME DOWN!” you shout, because one second nolan was on his knees, face between your thighs, and the next your legs are suddenly on his shoulder and you’re up in the air. you feel nolan smirking against your skin, tongue never stopping. “nolan- this isn’t- oh my god this isn’t funny!” your fist fully grips nolan’s hair, surely ripping out some strands. you throw you head back against the wall, “i’m gonna- you should- oh god- i’m gonna cum!” you moan, thighs shaking around nolan’s head as his large hands hold you up. nolan slowly brings you down once your thighs stop their movement. “you’re done.” you pant, staring up at the mustached man and gripping his shoulder for support. “really? i was just getting started.” nolan grins, hands already reaching for your hips.

his clothes…

y’know how boyfriends get turned on by their girl in their clothes? nolan just laughs. “nolan! stop laughing…” you pout, watching the way your boyfriend is absolutely DYING at the sight of you in his shirt. the shirt was huge! it engulfed your frame and made you look like some fool. “you’re so annoying.” you grumble, removing the shirt and revealing your body. nolan stops laughing, “oh cmon, don’t tease me.” he breathes, drinking in the sight of your naked frame in front of him. “i’m not sure what you mean.” you shrug. “come here…” nolan’s says, already making his way towards you, hands itching to grip your hips.

your fingers tug at nolan’s hair, legs wrapped around his torso as he sucks and flicks his tongue over your sensitive nipple, one of his hands in your panties, fingers playing with your clit while the other fondles with your other breast. “you taste like heaven.” nolan’s pants, moving onto the other breast and giving it the same treatment, flatten his heavy tongue over the bud. “nolan-“ you moan, back arching into his warm touch. “that’s it, pretty girl. the prettiest.”

his hands…

his fingers were fucking huge. they always caught your eye, from the moment he picked you up on the first date, your eyes watched the way his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel and held the gear shift. god it was such a sight. could you imagine him finger fucking you while he drives?

“mfgh!” you whimper from behind your hand, mouth agape under your palm at the feeling of nolan’s fingers curling up into you. “it’s okay, love. it’s just us.” nolan says, noticing the way you’re hiding your moans. “p-pay attention to the road- uh!- i’m gonna- right there- don’t stop-“ you ramble, cunt clenching around nolan’s fingers and your hands gripping the car doors arm rest. “that’s it. cum for me.”

and obviously, his dick.

the first couple of sexual interactions you guys had with each other didn’t involve any penetration nor did it invole oral. just pure dry humping, and god you could just feel the size of him. did it scare you? arouse you? both??? that was a question for later...

“nolan… i think we should go all the way.” you pant, pulling away from his lips and running a hand down his chest as your eyes look into his. “god- fuck- don’t say that.” nolan grunts, eyebrows furrowing as his hips buck up at just the thought of fucking you. “nolan, please… i want you inside of me..” you whisper, hand moving to cup his cheek, thumb running over the skin, your eyes watching as his pupils get wider wider.

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“alright, just one more finger, love. i know you can take it.” nolan’s fingers were stretching you out, prepping you for his cock. “another one? oh god-“ you groan and nolan lowly chuckles, slipping in a fourth finger which makes you gasp and grip onto his shoulder tighter, body arching into his touch. “i think- i think im gonna cum..” you breathe, chest heaving with each word as you get closer and closer to cumming. “that’s it, pretty girl. do what you do best and cum all over my fingers.” your toes curl and eyes roll back, it’s practically humiliating how you get off on nolan just saying shit.

your mouth is left wide open as nolan slides in, eyes widening at the stretch. “y’okay?” nolan asks, watching the way your face contorts as he pushes more of himself in. you nod your head and bite your lip. “mhm, is that- is that all of it?” you ask, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. “just a couple more…” nolan mumbles, thumb traveling to tease your clit. you clench around his cock as a response, toes curling at the pressure. “can you start moving?” you ask, wide eyes looking up at nolan who nods and begins thrusting. “don’t hold back.” famous last words.

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“ngh- nolan- slow down! you’re gonna break me!!” you mewl, eyes rolling back as nolan fucks into you at a fast and brutal pace, making you moan the same broken syllable over and over like a broken machine. “uh- uh- uh- uh-“ you moan with each thrust, hand gripping your own breast. “attagirl, get all cock drunk for me.” nolan talks, fingers moving to make rough circles against your puffy clit. “gonna cum deeeep in this pussy and she’s gonna take all of it, isn’t she?” nolan grunts, thrusts getting sloppier and heavier. “she’s gonna take all of it- please- she’s wants it so baddd-“ you slur

“such a good girl f’me. taking my cock so well, ‘s like you were made for me.” nolan pants, getting closer and closer to his release. “c-cumming! ‘m cumming!!!” you shout, back arching off the mattress. “that’s it- take my cum- pretty pussy’s gonna look so perfect stuffed.” nolan grunts with each thrust, cock pulsing as he shoots his cum deep into your cunt, body collapsing on top of you. “sorry if i went too hard…” nolan speaks, pressing soft kisses to the skin on your neck while his hands softly squeeze the meat on your hips. “no, it was perfect.” you reassure, hand moving to run your fingers through nolan’s hair.

extra scene…

“jesus christ, nolan” you gasp, finally met face to face with nolan’s cock for the first time. “what?” nolan questions with a raised brow. “what are you, part horse?” you choke, moving a hand to wrap around him. “holy shit- why are you so big?”

you couldn’t tell if this was the best day of your life or the worst. maybe both since your jaw is definitely going to be sore after this.

you gag around nolan’s cock, drool and saliva dripping from your lips and onto your exposed tits while your hands wrap around the base of his dick, jerking what you can’t swallow. “ffuuuckkk-“ nolan groans, large hand resting at the back of your head— not pushing, just following your movements. you pull off nolan’s cock with a gasp, heavily breathing through your mouth as you hands continue to jerk him off.

“you’re- gasp you’re too big f’me” you pant with an open mouth, strings of saliva stretching from your mouth to nolan’s cock. you slide his cock past your pretty little lips, sucking around his mushroom tip and sliding your tongue back and forth on the slit. “fuck, you’re so good- fucking perfect.” nolan breathes, hips thrusting as you take him further into your mouth. you slack your jaw and bob your head, gaging every so often.

“jussstt like that- fuck. gonna cum down your throat- gonna swallow every damn drop.” nolan moans, balls tightening as his hips thrust into your mouth. with a loud groan, nolan cums down your throat, large hands keeping you from moving. you slide off his limp cock with a pant, watery eyes looking up at the man to see him already looking at you. you open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, not a drop of cum left. “so fucking perfect.” nolan responds to the action, hand wrapping around his cock once more.

standing under the sweltering sun of late summer, you were slowly becoming more and more agitated at what was supposed to be a simple, mindless task. you swiped your forehead with the back of your hand, placing your free hand on your hip; the lawn-mower sat irritatingly still in the middle of your back-yard, amongst even more irritatingly long grass. it tickled your bare ankles mockingly, and the stillness of the wind had you gnawing on your bottom lip in frustration.

out of habit, you glanced upwards and out, at your neighbor's houses. being the youngest home-owner on the block had been intimidating when you moved in, and the daunting fact hadn't become any less scary despite you living in the neighborhood for just over a year. the only people you had really talked to-- beyond a simple greeting or nod-- were the graysons.

nolan, debbie, and their son mark. a kind enough family with a white-picket fence life. you had thought, though, their kindness was due to the fact that you were directly next to them; it would have been virtually impossible for either of you to ignore the other. so debbie had brought you some muffins your first week in your home, and mark (surely forced by his parents) had shoveled your drive-way a few times in the winter. kind, standard. simple.

the eldest man in the house, however, hadn't paid you much mind; he waved curtly when his departure for work aligned with yours, and, on rare occasions, would strike up conversation when you were lounging on your deck and he was outside barbequing.

( "how's work treating you, sweetheart?" he asked, eyes barely looking up from the slowly smoking grill in front of him. standing on his deck, he was more than tall enough to see into your entire back-yard; including you, sun-bathing calmly on a deck chair.

your stomach flipped; certainly, he was just being kind-- right? "well," you scoffed lightly, "it's definitely treating me."

nolan chuckled. it was deep, warm, alluring; from the back of his throat, shooting tingles up your spine. "oh, poor girl," you watched him load a serving dish with burger patties, "somebody 'oughta look after you. work shouldn't be so stressful at your age."

you had blinked twice, irises flickering past the rim of your sunglasses. "right," you agreed, cogs turning in your head-- stuck on the implication of his words.

before you could question him, you heard his barbeque close. "have a nice rest of your evening," he waved, before slinking past the sliding-glass doors back into his house.

you couldn't stop replaying the moment. the graysons were kind, but... were they that kind? )

beyond your simple interactions, you would see him with debbie sometimes. on her way out for work in the mornings, he'd kiss her good-bye; they sometimes ran together, in the late evenings of spring, and you'd watch them circle your neighborhood in minutes-- it was intimate in ways you couldn't describe. fulfilling. if the sun was high in the sky at juuust the right time-- you could peer into the window of their dining room from your own; debbie would set the table, and nolan would be right there, massaging her shoulders as she sat, thanking her for the food, pressing kisses to her hair-line like she was made of glass.

though you'd never admit it, something ugly and bitter would stew deep in your gut; if you hadn't known any better, you'd think your cheeks would have been tinted with a ferocious shade of green-- envy.

nonetheless, the graysons were your neighbors. they were kind people, simple in the most domestic of ways, and had offered a steady hand should you need it in your journey of being an adult.

you didn't feel like an adult now, you remarked inwardly, rolling your eyes at the lawn-mower in front of you. you kicked it again, the machine barely moving under the force of your impact-- and you heard a chuckle from behind you.

"i don't think beating the thing up is going to make it work, honey," nolan grinned, arms crossed over his chest. you could see he wore a simple polo-shirt, the fabric straining against his biceps and chest; standing on the edge of his deck and peering over at you in your yard, the older man looked more than amused.

"oh," you breathed out, slightly startled at his voice; your smile slowly bloomed across your face, though a mild embarrassment crawled up your neck. "i don't know what's wrong with the thing! it won't start up," you exasperate, as if to defend your physical outburst at the machine.

nolan's head tilted to the side softly, eyes squinting at your lawn-mower as if he could see what was wrong with it from all the way in his yard. "did you put fresh gasoline in it?" he questioned, only to laugh a little at your displeased reaction.

"give me more credit than that, mr. grayson," you huffed, and nolan brought his arms up apologetically.

"sorry, sweetheart," he mused, before beginning to walk towards the gate to his back-yard. "here," he said, voice still carrying easily through and above your fence despite the fact that you couldn't see him anymore, "unlock your gate. i'll take a look at it."

you hesitated for only a second, before jogging over to your back-yard's gate and pushing it open; nolan stood, waiting, on the other side. up close, his cologne swarmed your senses, and you could see the gray hairs peppered within his facial hair and at his hair-line. you swallowed, willing yourself to keep your eyes above his neck--regardless of how fucking good the older man looked. standing aside, you held lazily gestured for him to come into your backyard. as he passed, he smiled kindly at you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving a good squeeze.

the touch should have been kind, simple. but it had your core fluttering, and your knees buckling ever so slightly.

to say that you hadn't been ogling at your neighbor since you had moved in would be a lie. the way his arms flexed when he carried groceries into the house, or the way he tinkered so confidently in his garage on hot summer days was down-right vulgar.

it made you angry, sometimes; knowing that a man that fine was so much older than you, and married, with a son closer to your age than you'd like to admit; that he was something you couldn't have. when it was late at night though, and you were achingly alone in the confinements of your house-- you'd let your mind wander.

wander to all the ways you could play house with that married man; wander to the positions he'd bend and fold you into, wander to the filthy pledges he'd make to you while so impossibly deep inside, and wander to--

"it's your air filter that's the problem," nolan's voice broke you from your day-dreaming, and your eyebrows raised slightly.

"...i didn't even know that lawn-mowers had air-filters."

nolan laughed. it was enchanting-- the way his shoulders moved, head tilted ever so slightly; you moved to sit on your deck, purposefully choosing to squeeze your thighs together, willing the dull ache in your cunt to go away.

get a grip, you thought.

"well, she's clogged," he mused, crouching down in front of your lawn-mower, fiddling with the mechanical parts. "i can fix her up for you."

nolan's offer was generous-- even through its mundanity. "are you sure?" you questioned, fingers rolling and unrolling between the strap of your tank-top absentmindedly. "wouldn't wanna be a bother,"

the man paused, glancing upwards at you. he studied your frame, your cheeks suddenly growing hot. "'course." nolan said easily. "you're not a bother at all. besides, i wasn't doing anything important-- just waiting for the missus to get home,"

debbie briefly crossed your mind at the mention of her, and something akin to guilt flashed through your system. you and nolan weren't doing anything (yet) but the situation you had found yourself in still felt dangerously taboo. "what about mark?" you ask, mouth working faster than your brain.

one of nolan's eyebrows arched upwards, and he stood from in front of your lawn-mower. slowly, perhaps even casually, he crossed the yard to stand in front of you; he peered down, his shadow casted over you like a blanket of naivety. you shivered, despite the heat that seemed to absorb everything around you. "what about him?" he asked.

"uh," you sputtered, unsure of what to say-- what excuse you had to be asking nolan about where his son currently was. it wasn't like you could just confess, so we don't get caught. "well y'know, maybe you have plans with him; i don't to, um, impose on that--"

nolan interrupted you with a light chuckle, before his right hand found your jaw-- cradling it in his grasp like you were the most delicate thing in the universe. heat shot up your spine at the contact. "at his part-time job," the man answered easily. maybe you were hearing things, going utterly insane, but his voice seemed to drop several octaves. "won't be home for a few hours."

your mouth dried up, words shriveling and dying in your throat underneath the intensity of his gaze.

"why're you asking, sweetheart?" nolan questioned, and the nick-name-- god it was supposed to be kind, simple, normal-- made the heat between your thighs thicken intensely.

"well i- uh," you swallowed, blinking up at him, with the wheels turning in your head furiously. "i just wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea-- with you being here n' all,"

"wrong idea?" nolan asked, using his grip to force your face upwards at him even further. "i don't know what you mean by that."

fuck you mr. grayson, you thought inwardly, because it was obvious nolan knew what you meant. it would be obvious to anyone-- blaringly so. a married man had his hand gripping the life out of his controversially younger neighbor's chin, standing before her like she owed him something; all the while his wife and son were painfully unaware of what was happening just one door over to their home.

anyone with a brain could see where this was headed; and the thought of that made you shamefully wet.

"yes you do." you countered, whisper falling from your lips in protest. "you know what this looks like, mr. grayson."

nolan paused, tongue darting out to wet his lips, before leaning down to bring himself to your eye-level. the scent of his after-shave invaded your senses. "i'm just here to help my neighbor out," he said carefully; his voice was not unkind, warmth seeping from every syllable, but the words held power, "unless you had other things in mind."

silently and without thought, your eyes darted to his saliva coated lips, before flickering back to his blue irises.

nolan laughed, a short exhale out through his nose. "i think you have the wrong idea, sweet girl," he whispered. "s' that why you're always so nervous around me? can't help your thoughts?"

you swallowed deeply, mouth parting ever so slightly. by the way nolan was looking at you, speaking to you-- you'd think he could hear every nervous beat of your heart; pumping erratically, out of control at the closeness between the both of you.

his thumb swiped dangerously close to your bottom lip, before resting on the plush fat of it; he paused, before sticking it in your mouth, letting it rest on your tongue.

the saltiness of his finger was bewitching, and against all morality and common sense-- you began to suck. nolan hummed, feeling your hot spit coat his digit with ease. "just say what you want, pretty. i'll give it to you."

reaching upwards, you grasped his wrist tightly-- yanking his hand from your mouth. "i can't," you fought lamely, breathlessly. "it- it's wrong, you're married,"

"hey, shh," he cooed, holding your cheeks gently in his big hand, inadvertently smearing your spit along the plump of your face, "don't think like that." nolan whispered, eyes lowering to your lips, "you're not the one doin' anything wrong, you just need some help," moving closer, his face was mere inches away from you own, his breath-- despite its warmth-- chilling against your lips. "let me help you, princess,"

your eyelashes fluttered, your face so close to his you were certain he could feel the way they brushed rapidly against his cheek. "mr. grayson," you protested weakly, your resolve crumbling hastily.

nolan shushed you gently again, before pressing his lips to yours. the man was warm, tasting like cinnamon and pungent cologne; the stubble on his chin grazed the silk of your skin clumsily as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss; an arm leaving its spot on the deck to wrap around his neck. nolan smelled faintly of oil from your lawn-mower, the tool sitting lifelessly in the middle of your lawn like a reminder of why the man currently kissing the daylights out of you had initially come over.

his tongue, eventually, swiped against your bottom lip-- and your mouth parted easily to allow him access inside. it was intrusive-- but grounding-- the way it over-powered yours, so sloppy and desperate. when he began to suck, a low sound from deep in your throat escaped from you. so measly, so willing; nolan grunted in return, before yanking you upwards by your forearms. you stood now on your tip-toes on the deck-- still connected to your neighbor by the lips.

when you pulled away, desperate for air-- (how had nolan gone so long without breaking away for oxygen?)-- nolan looked down at you with squinted eyes. his lips were plump, swollen from the kissing-- and you were certain yours looked the same. he grinned slightly, watching you pant, before whispering: "see? sweet girl just needed my help,"

you hummed shakily in return, still slightly dazed from the kiss. sweltering summer sun beat down onto your skin-- not adding to the already badgering heat of the situation. your eyes blinked slowly, looking upwards at the man, who looked quite pleased with himself.

"lay down," he urged, nodding towards the lawn; "m' not finished."

you did as he said without protest, the grass prickling your palms, thighs, and back as you laid against the earth. your heart-beat pounded in your ears, and your eyes briefly darted to the grayson's house beside your own. another intense wave of guilt launched itself over-top of you, and your eyes screwed shut as you watched nolan get on the ground as well. he laid in a sniper position, riiight between your thighs, his calloused palms running up and down them.

"what's wrong?" he questioned, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your knees and up your thighs.

you shivered, arousal pooling messily beneath your panties as he trailed his way up, up and up towards your pussy. "i feel bad,"

nolan's fingers hooked into your shorts, yanking them downwards and past your ankles with ease. your panties went along with them, and the harshness of the air against your cunt made you shiver. the man pressed an index-finger, long and thick, straight to your slit-- and he huffed.

"sweetheart," he started, dragging the digit from your clit to your hole achingly slow, "y'can't feel that bad; look at how soaked this pretty little cunt is for me."

you gasped, hips bucking at the stimulation of his finger against your folds. he repeated the action a few more times, reveling in the way your body responded so avidly to his touch. "i-i do," you insisted gently; though it all went out the window as nolan leaned forward onto his forearms and spat directly onto your pussy. you both watched it glisten crudely underneath the hot glare of the sun, the liquid trailing down your folds slowly.

"mhm," nolan hummed, clearly disbelieving, before pressing his mouth to your cunt immediately. his stubble prickled and scratched at your thighs as his jaw loosened against your cunt. your back arched off the grass wildly as he licked one looong flat stripe up your folds, maintaining eye-contact with you as if his life depended on it.

"o-ohh holy shit!" you yelped, fists clenching and unclenching as his lips latched onto your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with passion.

nolan worked diligently, his tongue swiping across your folds before dipping into you and tongue-fucking you with vigor. he hummed and groaned against your skin, the taste of your slick intoxicating to the older man. reaching beside him, he yanked your legs over his shoulders, inadvertently reaching deeper within your sopping cunt. "that's it," he grumbled against your pussy, muffled by your flesh, "fuckin' taste so good for me; dripping on my face. i knew you needed this,"

you were thrashing wildly at his motions, fists meeting the firm soil beneath you repeatedly. "fuuuck," you whined, clearly too high off of being ate out to have any care that your other neighbors might hear you.

the feeling of nolan's fingers, two of them, prodding at your entrance stole the breath from your lungs. there was only a moment of this, though, before he shoved them both inside you-- tongue still lapping at your clit with an unkempt regard. they curled almost immediately against your g-spot, and your hips jerked recklessly.

"g-god, shit, mr. grayson, m'going to cum," you warned breathlessly, chin tilting backwards as nolan remained unrelenting at his actions. his left palm rested on the outside of your thigh, gripping the flesh tightly-- the metal of his wedding band burned against your skin.

he groaned at your confession, eyes darting up to your face again. "yeah?" he asked, despite feeling the way your legs vibrated against his head-- thighs practically keeping him glued to your cunt. "cum on my face, sweetheart."

his words pushed you over the edge-- your cunt spasmed uncontrollably against his face and fingers, clenching and unclenching, gripping his digits as if you needed them to survive. your palm flew to your mouth to muffle your moans, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the pure intensity of your orgasm. even as nolan gently finger-fucked you through it, it still was profound. cum and slick seeped from your pussy, and when nolan pulled his face from your core, the bottom half of his face glistened.

"you think that was good?" he questioned, sitting up ever so slightly to undo his belt buckle-- the sound of his metal belt clasp ringing throughout your yard.

you nodded, voice far too hoarse from your screaming to respond in words. when you felt nolan's palms on you again, you hadn't expected him to flip you with such ease-- but suddenly you were laying on your stomach, blades of grass digging into your flesh.

there was silence for a few moments-- before you felt nolan's cock head prod your cunt open. his shadow casted over your frame easily, and his chest was to your back; nolan pressed a chaste kiss to the skin right behind your ear, his voice gravelly as he spoke. "wait til' i split you open with my cock; then you'll see what's 'good.'"

it was nearly impossible to fight back the moan that spilled from your lips at the filth of his words-- the late summer heat doing nothing in aiding your quickly over-heating system.

before you knew it, the familiar burn of being streeetched open shocked your core. nolan's breathing grew ragged against your neck as he slowly pushed himself inside of your weeping cunt, every vein and every ridge of his dick tearing you apart.

a sob tore itself from your lips-- nolan was big.

"i know," he cooed, peppering kisses along your neck in an attempt to soothe you, "you're doing good-- such a big, strong girl taking-- haah-- this fat cock,"

"you're too big," you cried, legs shaking already-- you felt fatally full of him, your pussy being stretched beyond anything you had ever experienced before.

"you can take it." nolan reassured steadily, continuing to sheath himself further within your cunt. "fuck-- you're so tight," he groaned. "strangling my dick, my pretty girl,"

when his hips finally met the plush of your ass, nolan bottoming out inside you-- both of you gasped. it felt like he was in your throat--! nolan's cock twitched, and your name fell from his mouth like an expletive.

birds fluttered above you both, hot sun beating down onto nolan's back as he finally began to fuck you. it was gentle at first, his hips rocking as you adjusted to the size of him-- the pain that was just so fucking good-- before you started to moan out of pleasure. when nolan heard your tiny gasps and mewls, watching your hands desperately claw at the earth beneath you-- his pace quickened.

nolan grunted against the shell of your ear, cock bullying your insides. "never been fucked like this, have you, sweet girl?"

you shook your head no, eyes rolling into the back of your skull-- his dick making you see stars.

"that's right," he moaned softly, hips snapping into your ass with unabashed fervor. "god-- you should've just asked for this sooner, baby,"

when you gasped, craning your neck to look back at him-- you saw beads of sweat dripping down his temple, landing obscenely onto your back. "w-what?" you questioned, in between moans.

"do you think i-- hah-- haven't seen the way you've been looking at me since you moved in?" he asked, grinding his cock into your g-spot, v-line resting crudely against your ass. "knew you wanted me the second you saw me. but-- such a sweet girl you are-- you didn't do anything 'cause you knew i'm married,"

you moaned whoreishly feeling his cock jump and pulse within you, your own cunt responding by squeezing him-- holding him in, unwilling to let go-- firmly.

"s'okay," nolan murmured against your skin, cock throbbing as he rammed himself in and out of you over and over and over again. "i can take care of you," he groaned, sentence interrupted by a deep moan, "i can take care of this pussy."

"mr. grayson, fuck--! m'coming again," you squealed, orgasm crashing over you with such ferocity, you swear you black out. your pussy spasms and twitches, milking nolan's cock, your entire system drowning in bliss.

the older man swore, forehead pressing to the crown of your head mere moments later-- his thrusting simply uncontrolled and unabashed. wave after wave of your pleasure, nolan made sure to fuck you as deep and as hard as he could before pulling out and coating your ass in his cum.

hot ropes of cum shot all over your ass, and nolan groaned deeply, feeling his release entirely coating the plush of your behind.

"god," he swallowed, bringing a palm to your ass to smear his cum all over your skin. you're still far too cock-drunk to speak, head pressing into the ground of your back-yard lazily. "you were so good for me, sweetheart," you hear nolan coo, although his voice grows distant as he stands; the sound of his belt being done up makes you blink up at him hazily.

nolan stands, looking over your fucked-out form; his eyes squint, like he's burning the image into his memory-- unwilling to let it ever disappear. he bends down after a while to grab your panties and shorts, adjusting and moving your legs to hike them past your hips once again. the man gives a simple pat to your now covered ass, before standing again.

"i'll fix your lawn-mower for you; it shouldn't take me long," he speaks casually, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion. his grasp on the metal handle is sturdy, confident. "you let me know if you need help with anything else though, sweetheart," nolan says, pushing your lawn-mower towards your back-yard gate with ease. "that's what neighbors are for, right?"

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loren's thots: give me this senior citizen RN bro................ debbie better than me idk how she only had one baby w him cs i woulda had like 26. also wooo kinktober day 1 smashed i hope yall liked this dilf dedicated day

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He grins down at his beautiful babies of ages seven and eight, growing up way too damn fast in his opinion. "But what if it takes us a long time to find the gold egg OR collect all of 'em?" Yuji asks in his bunny ears and yellow suit.

Gojo takes a moment to think about this, not having even put it into thought before he came up with this perfect idea to distract the kids for a while after church. "Then we'll tie it!" he answers, giving each of his kids a big, flashy grin.

"Tie it?!" Nobara scoffs. She's the oldest of eight years old and already taking the personality of him when it comes to competitiveness. "That's not fair! There can only be one winner!" She stomps her Mary Jane shoe, dressed so cutely in a ruffled pink dress and white stockings that you, her pretty mother, dressed her in.

"I'll be the winner," Yuji proudly announces, grinning at his sister and Megumi, his brother whom you and Gojo adopted when he was an infant. "Yeah, right," the black-haired boy scoffs in his navy blue suit. "It took you 20 minutes to find that Hersey bar on Halloween."

"That's only 'cause you and Nobara hid it again!" the pink-haired boy argues.

"I'm gonna win this," Nobara states, already searching the backyard for the eggs that Gojo is still in the process of hiding. "That gold egg is mine!"

"Yeah, but what if I collect more eggs than them even though they got the gold egg?" Yuji curiously questions his dad while his siblings argue. "Will we still tie it, Papa?"

Gojo resists the urge to roll his eyes behind his sunglasses, exhaustion already taking over. 'These damn kids,' he thinks. He thought an Easter egg hunt would be a good idea, but he's already regretting it as the kids continue to bicker and squawk at each other.

Damn, if he knew that distracting his kids with a game just so he can get your ass alone would be this much work, he would've tried to get a quickie in before church.

Luckily, you come to the rescue as Super Mama, standing by the door in your Easter outfit: a sinful pink dress that looks so damn delicious on your curvy form, making your skin glow from the vibrant color. Gojo couldn't help the boner that popped when he saw you, oh-so obsessed with how sexy you looked.

He would've gladly had hiked up your dress and made you cum real quick until you moaned out his name if church didn't start early. And God forbid he makes you late for an Easter service. You're very serious about that (though he loves seeing you mad. That turns him on too).

So he resisted the urge to pull you aside and fuck you dumb in the church bathroom while you sat next to him in the pew, your floral perfume making his cock hard in his slacks. But now you're at home and there is NOTHING stopping him from getting a quickie in with you before the guests arrive for Easter dinner.

"Alright, little bunnies, no more harassing your papa," you giggle. "We're all winners in this house and you'll all get Mommy's famous carrot cake later for dessert."

"Yay!" Yuji and Nobara happily shout while Megumi tries not to look too happy at the prospect of sweets.

"Now y'all play nice out here while I clean up the house. Your auntie and uncles will be here soon."

"Yes, Mama!" the trio shout in unison and stand at attention while Gojo stands before them, holding his phone with the timer on the screen.

"So you three got the rules, right?" he asks to which they all eagerly nod. "Then on the count of one, you guys start huntin' and NO CHEATING. Three...two...one, go!"

And the three scurry like rabbits to hunt for the eggs, running about in their pretty, pastel-colored clothes and laughing. Gojo watches them for a bit, his heart bursting, before he sneaks into the house to have a moment alone with you.

You, his adorable, sweet, talented, sexy, gorgeous Goddess of a wife. The mother of his beautiful children. The one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. The woman who never fails to turn him on and get him hard as a rock at inappropriate moments.

He finds you in the kitchen cooking up a storm, the scents of roasted chicken in the air fryer and sweets baking in the oven in the air. You decided to make carrot cake, lemon pound cake, and cookies shaped like Easter eggs and bunnies that he helped cut and decorate last night.

That's his baby. You're a little perfectionist right down to your adorable, pink-painted little toes peeking out of your black pumps. You hum as you strut about with that ass, tying an apron around your waist as you check the on the chicken roasting in the fryer. The counter is full of dishes and mixing materials, a big mixing bowl full of with buttercream frosting sitting in front of you.

"Here, lemme help you, baby," he says, coming up behind you to tie the apron for you. It's really just a ploy to get himself pressed against you so he can feel that perfect, full, supple ass against his crotch and smell your perfume. You startle a bit, giggling. "Didn't hear you come in, babe. Thank you. The kids okay?"

Gojo nods, barely paying any attention to what you're saying because that perfume, smelling like roses and daises, is in his nose. "Yeah, they're in the backyard. You don't have to worry about...are those bunny ears?"

His eyes have finally noticed the fake, fluffy bunny ears on top of your head of perfect curls. He didn't notice them at first because he was too busy looking at your ass and legs like a perv. "Yeah, just for today. Are they too silly?" You try to slide them off, but Gojo stops you.

"They're fuckin' adorable," he groans, not even trying to hide how hard he is anymore. He presses himself against your ass, consequently pushing you against the counter so you're trapped between that and his big, hard body. "Can't you see what you're doin' to me?"

You gasp when you feel his bulge brush against your backside, pushing against his blue slacks. "Gojo," you softly whisper. "Y-You're-"

"Hard as fuck," he replies, giving a throaty chuckle against your neck that he can feel makes you shudder. "And you look so good in this damn dress. Are you tryin' to get fucked right here?"

He begins to kiss and suck on your neck, earning soft moans out of you. Instinctively, you press yourself back against him, much to his liking, allowing him to lock his big arms around your waist to hold you tight. "Guess my little bunny is feenin' too," he whispers, teasingly kissing your ear the way you like.

When you hear the sound of the kids' laughter, your eyes open and you try to pull away from him. "Toru," you whine. "N-Not right now. The kids-"

"Are fine." Gojo is damn near feral when he whips you around and picks you up without even breaking a sweat. You gasp, turned on by Gojo's showcasing of his strength as he plops you down on the counter beside the tray of cooling cookies and the bowl of frosting.

Getting a spontaneously kinky idea, he dips a finger into the bowl and traces some frosting along your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss and suck it away. You moan into the sloppy, sweet, buttercream-flavored kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as the make out session grows heavy.

"You need to give our kiddos credit, mama," Gojo murmurs, panting slightly as he pulls away. He dips into the frosting again with a clean finger and draws a creamy line over your exposed thigh. He lowers down to lick across your skin, making you whimper as he gets dangerously close to your panties.

He stares up at you with those alluring, seductive blue eyes and a smile that he wishes would make your pretty, lace undies drop for him. "They can handle themselves for the next ten minutes, right?" he asks, his voice sultry and teasing.

CRASH!

"Daaaaadyyyy! Yuji fell out a tree!" Nobara wails from outside. Gojo swears he nearly crashes the fuck out. You smile, flushed and horny, but you still yank down your dress much to his dismay. "Go check on our son and try not to murder them."

Gojo begins to pout as you hop off of the counter, but then you lace your arms around his waist and press your full, pretty race up against him, squishing your tits so enticingly that he can't help but look. "I'll give you all the attention you need later tonight, Daddy," you whisper, staring up at him through your long lashes in a way that makes him want to say "FUCK THEM KIDS!" and rail you good right here.

But before Gojo can say something out of pocket or pervy, the doorbell suddenly rings and you hear Shoko yell out, "It's the Easter Bunny!" at the top of her lungs. Gojo has the sudden lust for murder, but he quells it by adjusting his hard cock and swallowing his horniness as you walk by him to greet your guests.

But he still can't resist a nice ass smack, the sound of his open palm coming down on that glorious behind echoing throughout the kitchen. You squeal, scowling at him before scurrying off to be a good host while Gojo contemplates how to get a moment alone with you with a house full of people.

Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for you, he doesn't get a chance to perv on you due to the big supper consisting of roasted chicken, steamed vegetables, mashed potatoes, and a salad for Shoko. He knows he could easily sneak off to the bathroom with you for a quickie, but every time he comes close to acting on it, someone wants more wine or one of the kids is trying to sneak off to nibble on the desserts waiting in the kitchen.

So the only thing he can do is tamper his boner and try not to stare at your tits while you and Shoko chat about the latest Bridgerton series. What comes after the dinner are Easter basket exchanges and Gojo has the best plan for his kiddos to make it extra special.

One that involves an Easter bunny onesie.

While the kids are sitting in the living room among you, Nanami, and Shoko, he sneaks outside and goes to the garage where he is keeping four Easter baskets reserved for four of his favorite people...but yours is extra special.

After dressing in the onesie and realizing how hot it is once he puts it on, Gojo comes around to the front door, waving at the neighbors who happen to see a grown ass man dressed in a white bunny suit carrying pastel wicker baskets full of plastic eggs. He then knocks and Nobara comes to the door, opening it.

All heads turn to see Gojo standing in his suit, mixed expressions of shock and excitement evident. "Happy Easter!" he happily shouts as he stomps into the living room. "I heard there's a basket exchange goin' on in here and I have some gifts!"

"Daaaad," Megumi groans in embarrassment while Nobara and Yuji are jumping around him, grabbing at the baskets. Shoko is cracking up while Nanami is snapping photos, completely stone faced. You, however, are in shock, having no idea that your husband was even planning this.

Unbeknownst to Gojo, watching him stoop down to play with your kids and offer them their baskets in his silly bunny suit is turning you on more than words can express. It's less about the suit and more about his willingness to make his kids happy that is making your body hot and you shift in your chair.

'He's such a good dad,' you think, smiling tenderly and trying not to think about him fucking you in the bunny suit (but it's all you can think about). How you wish you could sneak away with him and finally quench this sexual tension simmering between you...until you get an idea spurred by your arousal.

It's only a few minutes later when you excuse yourself to get something from the basement that Gojo gets the surprise of his life. He's in the middle of playing a video game with Yuji, still in his bunny suit, when you call for him. "Satoru, can you help me down here?! I can't find the other bottle of wine!"

Gojo tells Megumi to take his place before leaving his family to head into the basement. He walks down each step carefully on his long legs and big rabbit feet, trying not to trip, whistling as he does. "Baby!" he calls as he comes down the steps. "Did you find the..." But the question dies in this throat the minute he sees you.

You are leaning against the wall, your hands pressed against it and your dress hiked up to expose that perfect, full ass and the very obvious carrot-shaped butt plug peeking out between your cheeks, plunged deep in your pretty hole. Your bunny ears are still on your head, matching the fluffy rabbit tail you have stuck above your asscrack, right above the plug.

"Shit," Gojo swears under his breath, gobsmacked by the sexy scene. You turn your face to meet his, your eyes teasing and lustful. "Do you like your gift, Daddy?" you purr. "I had to give you something special for being such a good papa bunny."

Gojo can barely breathe as you turn around, exposing your gorgeous mound and pussy to him that he can see is glistening with wetness. "H-How long were you wearin' that?" he stammers when you sashay towards him, placing your hands all over his toned body over the furry suit.

You give a sexy little giggle as you begin kissing his neck, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. "All day," you whisper, making his cock surge. What a freaky, pervy, slutty little wife he's got!

With that admission, Gojo wastes no time indulging you, his lips on yours and his big hands groping your naked ass, making you moan against his soft, wet, luscious lips as the plug massages your asshole. "You little minx," he growls. "Makin' me this fuckin' hard. Teasin' me..."

Now it's his turn to moan as your hand slides down to palm his dick through the suit, your tiny, slender fingers sliding along his bulge chubbing against the suit. "We don't have much time. Gotta make this quick, Daddy."

With a sultry smile, you begin to unzip his suit, finding him completely naked underneath. You gasp as your eyes drink in his tan skin, toned abs and pecs, and his hard cock springing to life out of the suit. "No underwear? Really, Satoru?" you scoff.

Gojo blushes, sheepishly smiling. "It was kinda cramped...but it won't be a problem for you, will it, baby?" He gives you a cheeky grin and a sloppy kiss as you begin to stroke him before Gojo takes your hand, opens it, and spits in your hand for you. The lewd act makes you even hornier, your juices slipping and trickling down your thighs, staining your pantyhose.

It doesn't bother you too much though and of course, it's not a problem because you take his dick in your hand and begin giving him the sloppiest, nastiest, deepest head he has ever gotten from you.

Gojo has to grip the stair railing to avoid falling over as you wrap those pretty, luscious lips around him and use that mouth like it's your profession, sucking and gulping him just right, spit dripping down your chin to coat your tits when he snatches your dress and bra straps down to expose them.

"S-Shit, mama, slow down!" he stammers, panting and swearing under his breath at the heavenly suction and your wet tongue licking his shaft. "Y-You're gonna...oh, fuck, you're gonna make me shoot to quick!"

You stare up at him with those irresistibly, dreamy eyes and pop off of him with a wet, suction sound like you sucked a big, juicy lollipop. "That's the idea," you purr. "I want my hubby to give his little bunny a nice, big throatpie~"

Then you go right back to him, stroking and sucking him off in his bunny suit. As ridiculous as it is, it is also extremely hot to Gojo. And to you too. Kneeling before him in your pumps and Easter dress, you can't help but stroke your pussy, growing wetter and stickier at the sound of his pornographic moans and whines as you hollow your cheeks and open your throat for him.

Then it's down the hatch he goes, sinking into the walls of your throat to nearly brush the back of it. "Oh, God!" he gasps. "Fuck, baby, yes! Take me deeper! Lemme fuck that pretty throat!" He grips your hair, avoiding your bunny ears, as he begins to plunge his cock down your throat, fucking your face.

He watches you take it all effortlessly, blushed and highlighted cheeks hollowed, glossy lips stretched around his dick, eyes ringed in eyeliner and mascara becoming smudged from your activity. There is so much spit that it slips down his balls, making your throat sloppier and wetter to slide against and fuck to his heart's content.

This is all he wanted. This is all he needed. You and that mouth that's so good and so tight that it's stupid.

It's too much for him! Such a good thing all at once is too much to take and soon, he can feel a fat nut rising in his balls, ready to empty out down your throat the more your pretty hand stroke him and your throat constricts around him. "Shit, I'mma cum!" he whimpers. "I'm gonna fucking fill that throat up, I swear to-"

"Daddy?" Nobara calls. "Mommy? What are you guys doing down there?"

Gojo stops, all of the color in his face draining. You stop sucking, eyes wide with fear. He looks behind him and luckily, Nobara isn't near the basement, but he sees her shadow. "U-Uh, Mommy just spilled somethin' on the floor!" he quickly lies. "Don't come down here, honey. There's glass everywhere."

Nobara pauses there for a moment and he fears that she won't listen, but God answers his prayers. The last thing he wants is his baby girl to come downstairs and traumatize her "Oh!" she exclaims. "Well, Yuji and Megumi won't let me play the game!"

"Tell them Mommy said to let you play or no dessert!" you call, trying to keep your voice steady as Gojo begins to stroke his dick in your face, still surprisingly hard...well, not all that surprising. "Now go on, baby. We'll be upstairs soon."

"Okay, Mama!" Nobara happily says before skipping off to tell her brothers off. Quickly, you rise to your feet, letting out a sigh of relief. "Guess this will have to wait till later."

But Gojo ain't having that. He takes you and spins you around, making you face the wall. "Fuck that," he grunts. "I'm fucking this pussy one way or another. Hands on the wall, baby."

You do so, just as needy as he is, and arch your back to present your perfect ass to him. The butt plug is still there and he begins to twist it around in your asshole, making you bite back a moan. "Just make it quick," you warn him, your voice soft and hoarse with need.

"That won't be a problem," he chuckles. "This Easter bunny is ready to give you a nice, fat load deep in this pretty pussy." He takes his cock and rubs it against your soft, glistening pussy lips, earning a shuddery, soft moan out of you.

"Does my little bunny want that and a big dick this Easter?" he teases, his sultry voice filling your eardrum. "Does she want somethin' else in her gorgeous lil' hole?"

He pushes and his dickhead is suddenly in you, making you gasp. His smell, his touch, and the feeling of him pressed against you are all too overstimulating. You can no longer control your desperation. "F-Fuck, Toru, yes!" you stammer, wrapping an arm back to loop around his neck, pulling him closer. "Please just fuck me right here!"

Minutes later, Gojo has his cock plunged to the hilt inside your satiny, velvety, dripping wet pussy and is pounding into it like it's his job. His moans and grunts are soft and quiet, bitten back by his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

Meanwhile, you have your mouth clapped over your mouth as you bounce up and down on his big, long dick that curves into your G-spot and makes you whine, moan, and sob like a pornstar into your palm as your pussy makes the most lewd, embarrassing squelching noises like a spoon mixing in a pot of Mac N Cheese.

Gojo loves every moment of it, watching your pussy stretch around him and your ass jiggle against his pelvis, your butt plug on full display. "Ha...God, l-look at you!" he groans. "Bouncin' on that dick like a good little bunny!"

He fucks your asshole with the plug as he fucks your pussy with his dick, sliding the carrot-shaped toy in deeper and making your eyes bulge from the explosive ecstasy. "Does it feel good? You like it like this, wifey?"

You let your hand fall from your mouth and place it on the wall, bracing yourself against the rough, desperate fucking that your husband is giving you. "Yes, yes, oh, fuck yes!" you whine. "You feel so good, Daddy!"

Gojo's balls tighten at the sound of the naughty pet name, the urge to shoot a load in your pussy way too tempting. "You do too. Good enough to fuckin' breed." He doesn't stop thrusting as he lifts your leg up, pushing his cock deeper inside of you, making you bite back a loud gasp.

"Good enough to give you a nice baby bunny right here, right now. You make me wanna fuck you till you get pregnant again f'me." He reaches down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts while he sucks on your ear, sending sparks of pleasure exploding through your body.

"Toru!" you gasp, your pussy tightening, gripping him tighter than a vice as your orgasm quickly approaches. "Fuck, that's gonna make me cum!"

Gojo groans in arousal and need, gripping you tight to him in an effort to keep you close. To keep you locked against his body and his fat, hard dick. "Fuck me back then, angel," he gasps. "Bounce on that fuckin' dick and cum for me!"

You do so, rocking back on your feet and practically twerking on him, bouncing yourself back onto his cock slick with your honey. He gives it right back to you, catching it when you throw your ass against him, the force of his thrusts knocking your bunny ears off.

"Harder!" you beg through a whimper. "Fuck me harder! Faster!"

He obliges, fucking your pussy off of its hinges, your juices mixing with his precum, slipping and sliding down your thighs and his balls. He claps a hand over your mouth when you get a little too loud, your moans muffled by his palm as your soft ass smacks against his abs.

"S-Shit, darlin', you keep doin' that and I'll cum!" he warns. "Fuck, I can't stop! You're gonna make me shoot!" He grips your ass with one hand, giving it a hard smack, before he leans in towards your ear, taking his hand off of your mouth to grip your throat.

"Is that what my little fuck bunny wants, huh? You want me to fuck that pussy till she squirts f'me and give her another kit?"

He turns your head and gives you a French kiss, your tongues sliding and swirling with one another, sharing each other's taste. "Yes!" you gasp against his lips. "Yes, get me pregnant, Toru! Give your wife another baby please!"

Hearing your dirty begging and imagining you once again plump with his baby, your tits dripping with milk and your sex drive skyrocketing, sends Gojo's careening towards his nut. He digs his face into your sweet-smelling hair as he cums hard, shooting a fat, creamy load of spunk straight into your pussy.

He moans and whines into your hair, biting his lip so hard that he nearly draws blood. You cum too, shuddering and shivering as your pussy clenches with your orgasm, drawing more spunk out of his cock to fill your womb.

Gojo wraps both hands around your tits, squeezing and massaging them as his thrusts slow down, growing sloppier and lazier as he helps you both ride out your intense orgasms. Finally, he pulls out of you with a soft groan and gives you a heated look.

"Clean me up," he demands as you turn around, staring at his cock slick with your mess. "Look at the mess you made."

You do as he says, bending down to suck your juices off of his cock, making him moan and pet your soft hair. He then returns the favor, turning you around and bending you over to see himself leak out of your pussy. "Now that's a creampie," he whistles through a pant. "I've been holdin' that since this morning."

He then slurps his cum out of your pretty cunt, lapping gently at your hole and around the rim of your asshole stretched by the plug. You moan at the feeling, reaching back to cup his head. "Me too," you tiredly giggle. "I'm glad we got a chance to do that."

Gojo rises to his feet once finished and smiles down at you, adoringly and lovingly. You give him the same intimate smile, placing a hand on your tummy. "And we're expecting again," you whisper.

The air between you is electric, filled with love and the promise of more of that love growing. Gojo wraps his arms around you, kissing you silly. "Same here, mama. I'm always happy to grow our little family together. You're such a good mommy."

You smile bashfully, leaning your forehead against his. But the tender moment is cut short when you hear a loud crash and you both sigh, realizing that it's time to get back to reality.

"Now let's get cleaned up and celebrate with some carrot cake," Gojo chuckles, pulling your dress down your ass to hide the butt plug. "We'll have to tell the fam soon."

After cleaning each other up and making yourselves look like you haven't been fucking, Gojo grabs a random wine bottle and comes barreling out of the basement and into the living room.

"Got the wine!" he announces like an Oscar award winning actor. "Careful downstairs; Y/N dropped a bottle."

You smile in secrecy and giggle to yourself, still feeling his cum stick to your inner thighs as you present a plate of carrot cake to your guests."Who wants dessert?" you call.

"Me, me!" Yuji shouts with a grin...but then it falters and he cocks his head at you in curiosity. "Hey, Mommy, your bunny ears are crooked!"

You watch as Shoko and Nanami look at each other knowingly, making you flush with embarrassment. So much for being sneaky.

THE END.

Thin branches snagged and scratched at your skin as you ran through the forest, nearly tripping a few times as you looked back, up, for any sight of him.

Your breathing was ragged, heart pounding hard, making your chest ache, burn; your throat, lungs, felt dry, growing sore and achy the longer you ran without a single break.

You needed to get away. You needed to–

A root, perfectly angled, grew out of the ground. Your shoe snagged on it, and vertigo hit you, sudden and sickening as you fell, fell, fell–

A whimpered yelp escaped unwillingly from your throat as the taste of iron filled your mouth, a blooming sting emanating from your tongue from where you'd bitten it on your way down. Your palms were scratched, bleeding. And your front felt bruised, knees sore from taking the hit at an odd angle…

But your ankle–

It caught your attention, and you carefully pushed up, turning onto your side, freeing your foot from Mother Nature's trap. You tested it weakly, wincing in prep for any pain, but thankfully, there was none.

A soft sigh of relief escapes you as you slowly get back up, only for your limbs to fail you, sore and stinging and–

“Don't tell me you're hurt already.” A voice came from behind you, and you froze. “Aww, you are, aren't you?” A sigh. “That's a shame. Ruins half the fun.”

A sigh, and then the crunch of him landing on the ground.

You stay still, almost like if you do so, he won't be able to see you. Your eyes are trained on a spot in front of you, unimportant, and your tongue throbs with stinging pain.

“C'mon, worm. Show me how bad it is. Don't hide, now,” he croons, all sweet and mocking. “I can practically smell it, you know. Now, how bad is it?”

Swallowing, copper running in thin rivulets down your throat, you turn, facing him.

Conquest stares at you, patient.

A beat. Once, twice, thrice–

You don't say a thing.

His shoulders relax imperceptibly.

You bare your teeth at him, showing the blood on them. He takes it in, tilting his head a bit as he considers…

He smiles, soft.

You would've said if it truly hurt.

And then the smile turns vicious, and he shoots forward, reaching for your neck, just enough time for you to–

Gasping, you throw yourself out of the way, everything aching, lungs burning still, and yet you have to keep going– you want to keep going–

Conquest snags you by the back of the neck, grip firm as he wraps his big fingers around your nape, squeezing–

And you go limp, adrenaline trickling off, submitting from the familiar, comforting touch.

A slightly mocking coo, and he sweeps you up into his arms, gazing down at you as you, exhausted, look up at him with hooded, weak eyes. Pained.

He tsk's, pressing down on your tongue until saliva wells up, flooding past your lips and drenching his finger. Without opening your eyes, you already know he's watching the thin trail of spit drip down his palm and wrist.

He sighs as if exasperated, a finger pressing to your lips. “Open.” He says, unnecessary as it is; you do as told, eyes closing as you relax, feeling digits spreading your lips apart, a rough pad pressing on your tongue, pulling gently to see the damage.

 “Well…” He heaves a sigh. “It ain't too bad. But I think we'll have to cut act one short.” He says, rising with you in his arms. “Otherwise you might twist your ankle next.”

A grumble escapes you as Conquest flies you home, his movements so smooth and steady you barely feel it. His finger is still putting pressure on your tongue, so you can't tell him how offended you are over him treating you like you're delicate.

Accidents happen. It's fine. Especially when running through the woods from your predatory mate.

In no time at all, you're home, and the first thing Conquest does is tend to you. Silky, moist feeling ‘bandages’ are applied to your palms and knees, the alien medicine attaching itself to your skin and numbing the area; likewise, he adds smaller strips of the stuff to your face, over tiny cuts here and there.

For your tongue, he makes you drink a spoonful of slimy, cold medicine, your tongue healing up instantly– it also makes your mouth taste like mint. Nice.

A hum rumbles in his throat, thoughtful, considering, as he looks down at you with his severe gaze. A thumb hooks your mouth open, letting him watch your tongue heal before his very eye.

Once he was sure his mate was all healed up, Conquest felt much better. Especially with what he was about to do next.

“Humans… so fragile, so weak.” He murmurs, leaning down, getting on your level; it would be demeaning if it weren't part of an act, a scene. “If I hadn't grabbed you back there, who knows what would've happened? Some predator could've gotten to you.” His thumb pulls free, wet, as he pats your cheek.

As if. The only real predator in a thousand mile radius was him.

“And then what would you do, hmm? Cry? Beg for help?” He leans in closer, breath hot against his cheek; his eye dares you to try something.

So you do.

You spit on him, the clear glob landing on his cheek, sliding down excruciatingly slow.

The world stops. Conquest stops. He stares, eyes wide with disbelief. That… was new.

“Right…” He says, finally breaking the stillness. “Back to it.”

Bringing a hand up, he wipes the spit down to his mouth, licking your saliva along his lips and into his maw; your eyes are glued to him, and the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows makes heat bloom between your legs.

And then he's grabbing you again, flesh hand knotted tight into your hair, gripping it by the roots so it doesn't hurt as he drags you towards the bed as rough as he dares to be.

It's exquisite for you, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. And when you kick and hit him, he doesn't even blink, probably doesn't even feel it. That's the best part about him. You can let out all your anger on him and he wouldn't even bat an eye at it, just encourage you to do better, feeding your anger with mocking words until you were left exhausted and drained, all pliant and perfect for him to scoop up and play with.

When you make contact with the bed, you're breathless, exhaustion weighing you down. Now you truly are weakened prey, unable to resist your ‘captor’ as he takes from you however he desires. A whimper escapes you as you watch him undress, loincloth pulled aside to show where he can pull himself out of.

He's hard, you see, trying to scramble back– not very hard, of course, not that you could manage it even if you wanted to in your state– and his metal hand wraps around your ankle and tugs. You're yanked back to the edge instantly, legs spread for him to fit between. Which he does, hips slotting between your welcoming thighs.

Eyes half-lidded, lazy, you peered up at him, too comfortable to even lift your hips to help him pull down your shorts. But that was fine by Conquest. He enjoyed a bit of manhandling, and it was oh so easy to move you about.

As the fabric hits the floor, his gaze seers into your flesh down below, drinking in the view. You hadn't worn underwear today. Not seeing the point with a scene planned. In all likelihood, he would've just ripped them off of you, and as hot as it could be, it both stung and made your wallet weep.

“I can never get enough of you, you know that?” He says, a rasp to his voice as he touches you, palming at your centre, stroking, coaxing your body to full arousal and beyond until you were aching something fierce with desire. “No matter how we do it. I used to hope I'd go out in battle, covered in blood and buried under the corpses of my enemies. Now…”

The bottle of lube popping open sounds off like a gunshot in the quiet of the bedroom, making you flinch with how mesmerised and focused you'd been on your husband's rich voice.

A thick finger, smothered in lubricant– strands so heavy and thick they droop from his digit onto your skin– presses into you, your body welcoming him, more than used to him by now.

“Now,” he says, breathing in deep, the scent of your arousal thick in the air; Fuck, his cock twitched, a drop of pre hitting your leg, hot, “I hope that the last thing I do before I go, the last thing that I see is this perfect little hole clinging to my cock as it overflows with my seed. I'm going out with a bang, darlin’, I can promise you that.”

Muffled squelching reaches your ears, your eyes mostly shut, just a sliver of sight visible through your eyelashes as your hole, snug and hungry, clenches around his finger. Another is added, and your breathing picks up.

“Even if I'm on death's door, you're gonna get this sweet ass over to me and ride me, understand? Gonna let me suck you dry, eat you out, mould your insides to the shape of my dick one last time…”

His voice is a low, raspy growl at this point, lost in fantasies of death and sex: his two favourite things. Well– behind you, of course.

Another finger, a bigger stretch.

The sounds were more audible now, lubricant like honey, thick and gloopy and looking so, so sweet as it mixes with your own arousal and drips out of you, trails down your flesh and cheeks in shiny rivulets; Conquest could imagine dipping a strawberry into you, biting into the sweet fruit, made even better by your own flavour.

Perhaps he'd do that next, make a feast of your form. Lap actual honey from your chest and off your nipples, carefully eat grapes from between your legs, lick chocolate from the length of your spine…

Yes, Conquest liked the sound of that. He'd remember it for later. For now, though–

His fingers come out with a small pop, your hole clenching around air, a slight gape to it. And how could it not, when one of his fingers alone were as big as some earth men's cocks?

The bottle creaked as lube drizzled out, landing on his cock soundlessly. It messily slides down along his shaft on its own, the heavy length weighed down by its own size, gravity doing most of the work for him. He still strokes himself, though, rubs the lube in, around, under his foreskin, even. It makes him pulse, balls tight as he releases them from the protective pouch all Viltrumite men have to protect their genitals.

He notches the head against your entrance, watching you jolt, eyes widening briefly as you realise it's time. Then you go all languid again, smiling as you shift your hips, circling them, helping him push it in, in slow, round movements.

He holds himself in place for you, cock long and thick and so, so heavy; it was always the weight you felt the most when you two made love. As the ruddy mushroom tip pops into you, both of you release a sigh.

The feeling of rightness settles over the two of you as he steadily slides in. Earlier, he'd planned to be rough, wild; but then you'd gotten hurt, and his concern won over his lust. Next time, he thought. Sometimes, things like this just happened. Injuries were normal when couples tried kinky things, even if they were minor, bruises and discomfort.

As Conquest settles inside of your silky depths, walls hugging him, he considers that, next time he chases you, you should just do a home invasion scene. You're less likely to get scratched up in your own home than in the woods, as thrilling as it was.

A groan tumbles out of him, and he rolls his shoulders back, hands on your waist. He squeezes, gentle. And then he pulls halfway out before thrusting back in.

The loud PLAP that echoes through the room is downright diabolical; wet and meaty and harsh. And it's repeated with every thrust, strings of slick connecting the two of you as he builds up a steady pace, pounding away at you. Leaning over you, he adjusted his hold on you, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Brows knitted together, you whined and gasped, lips permanently parted now as that feeling in your belly grew and grew, heat building, tightening–

Conquest growled to himself, grunting as his balls smacked against your ass and his cockhead rammed against some deep part of you that had your toes curling, sparks racing up your spine–

A shudder wracked through your body suddenly, a sharp cry of his name escaping your lips as the heated coil in your belly snaps–

“Conquest!”

– and you cum. You cum hard and quick, and you're delirious with heat and pleasure and you can barely breathe! It's– too– much…!

The feeling of you squeezing his cock in a vice grip sends him over the edge like it always does, and he falls over the edge right with you, spilling his seed deep into you in thick, hot ropes of it, sticky and overflowing until it spills out of your stuffed hole and onto the sheets.

A hand plants itself by your head as Conquest leans closer, hovering so as to not crush you, but still wanting to be close to you. As you crack your eyes open– skin shiny with sweat and chest heaving with exertion– you think to hell with that, and pull him down onto you, hugging him, his weight comforting to you.

And Conquest would be lying if he said he didn't like it either, so he just settles on top of you, sighing as his eyes fall shut, nose buried in your hair. His cock is still inside you, softening as the bliss of his orgasm fades away. More cum floods out as well, but that's something to deal with later.

What a waste, he idly thinks, feeling your heartbeat reverberate through your chest and into his. Pure Viltrumite sperm, and it's just dripping onto the bed sheets.

He should really plug you up, make sure it takes. He didn't care if you could get pregnant or not– it was the principle of the matter. His seed was for you. It should be in you. Simple as.

“Oh, thank fuck! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, man.” Kusakabe bellows in celebration, and Shiu’s forced to lean his head away from the speaker if ever he valued his ear drums.

Atsuya Kusakabe was a farmer specializing in hybrids just like Shiu was, though his friend had taken it a step further and raised only bulls on his farm. Though he really did reconsider this friendship when the other was trying to pawn off one of his biggest bulls on him for a few days.

In his bemused wonderment at his friend, Shiu almost doesn’t register the soft nudge of something against his open palm. Something warm, something silky. He snaps his head down- and a sudden smile spreads across his face as he realizes just who it was.

You’d wandered off from your cosy lil’ corner, and cuddled up to him leisurely. 

“Hey there, girlie.” Shiu whispers, reaching his fingers up to scratch behind your ecstatic ears. You weren’t quite the social hybrid, even amongst your own kind. Always frolicking by yourself when let out to graze, always straying behind the group after milking. 

Shiu couldn’t even tease enough out of you (not even half a bucket!) when compared to the rest of the cows here. But the thing is, you seemed perfectly content with your few close attachments on the farm, your few friends, your rejection of many bulls (and trust that the attempts to woo were many). And whether that was because you’d grown too attached to him, whether that was just the way you were - he didn’t exactly mind.

He knew he shouldn’t have favorites, and yet…here you were.

“Feeling all better?” He’s asking, and you’re nodding languidly. Still tired, then. This season’s heat had been as powerful as ever - out of all his hybrids, it was safe to say that you had one of the strongest.

The neediest.

The sultriest.

Which wouldn’t even have been notable if you’d just let another bull hybrid mount you through them to ease the urges, perhaps even result in a cute lil’ calf for his farm- but that was exactly the problem. 

You didn’t.

Shiu couldn’t even count on two hands how many times he’d tried to pair you off with one of his bulls - and each time had ended in a disaster. Either you’d barricaded yourself in another part of your barn room, or you’d claw your way outside altogether. Each and every time, Shiu would check on you in the middle of your heats to find that you were in the throes of your desires, fiddling with nothing but the toys he’d gifted you, and his sullen bulls would be pouting n’ pushed off to one side. Useless, really.

No matter how needy you were, you just wouldn’t take to them. And it wasn’t that they were particularly weak, or unattractive - there was Ino who you’d just ended up chatting through your heat with, Kashimo and Ijichi who you’d both kicked out, Takaba who you didn’t even look at, Naoya who you…

Yeah, he didn’t want to think about the beaten-up state you’d left Naoya in. It made him laugh.

He wondered who the problem was - those bulls that couldn’t woo you properly, or you who couldn’t be wooed.

He blamed the bulls.

And he’s patting the top of your head tenderly, carefully avoiding the slight protrusions of your horns that were oh-so-sensitive. Mutterly absent-mindedly, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Trust that we’ll find you a proper mate next year, girlie.”

You can only nod unsurely, gesturing at his phone. “Someone’s talking, Shiu.”

“Huh? Oh someone’s-” Oh, right, he was in the middle of his call still. He’d almost forgotten. Shiu tunes into the latest of Kusakabe’s spiel, and it didn’t seem like he’d missed out on anything too important—

“-had no idea what I was going to do for the few days I’d be in Tokyo for the Hybrid Farms Convention, I’ll pick him up right on my way back from there.”

“Mhm, sounds good.” He rattles off.

“You can keep him anywhere you like, to be honest. He doesn’t have any specific requirements, he’s just as sturdy as he is massive- hah! Though, I do give Toji a separate room of his own from the others…just in case.”

“Mhmmm.”

“My apprentices will be taking care of it while he’s gone, all ready for that big boy to be back.”

“Mhmmm.” Shiu lightly furrows his brows—if he has apprentices, and he has other bulls he’s leaving behind, then why did he need to leave Toji in particular with Shiu again? Oh, whatever…

“And you remember what I said earlier, right?”

Well, he wasn’t really listening but…“Mhm-”

“You have to keep an eye on Toji while he’s in rut.”

“Mh-” Shiu’s eyes bug out of his scalp, his knees grow a little weak, and he damn near drops his phone- oh, too late. He’s already dropped his phone down into the green grass below, startling you in the process. “While he’s in what?”

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Name: Toji Fushiguro

Age: 30’s (approx.)

Hybrid type: Bos taurus

Height: 6’2+

Weight class: 1600kg - 1800kg.

Other notes: Subject has a sleek black coat, high intelligence, and a somewhat temperamental demeanour. He will insult you if it comes to infringing upon his freedom. Does not care for medical exams. Continuous horn growth that shows evidence of strong fighting capabilities, fatal power, and weapon-like appendages. It should be noted that the subject is of a larger size even amongst Bos taurus (in particular, the Nambu shorthorn bulls) and needs larger spaces of leisure than most. Take care to handle, needs multiple handlers.

Shiu’s face only grows pale as he reads down the medical sheet, quickly flicking his eyes to the very end so that he might be able to spare himself some of the torture.

-particularly powerful ruts with the urge to breed. According to the handler, it is noted that the subject has not spent a rut in the presence of a mate.

Even paler.

To emphasize, he is unmated.

And paler.

And currently nearing his rut.

For the second time in the past 24 hours (which isn’t many times, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice) Shiu’s fingers drop whatever he was holding in shock. Diligently, you’re right beside the farmer to pick up the piece of paper and hand it to him - giggling when he drops it for a third time.

Though, it was by sheer miracle that he doesn’t just faint right then and there.

Oh—he catches a glimpse of Kusakabe’s large white cattle trailer backing up into his hybrid pen and can feel himself teetering already. Thankfully, you were right there to nudge your head against his frame in support, slightly worried for the human man.

Because not only was Toji said to be nearing his merciless rut, but according to the medical sheet that his friend (‘friend’ hah!) had handed to him, he was unmated?

Makes sense, Kusakabe’s farm specialized in bulls.

But perhaps if Toji had a mate then the cow hybrids of this farm would be safe- he casts a sidelong look your way. Perhaps you - with your still-sweetened pheromones, and your even sweeter demeanour - would be safe.

“Something wrong, Shiu?” You’re asking, worriedly.

“N-nothing-” The farmer places a hand on your head and pats, faintly. “Nothing at all, don’t you worry about a thing, girlie.”

Ah, well…Shiu thinks to himself, watching as the truck finally finishes reversing, and Kusakabe (that bastard!) slides out of the driver’s seat to open up the towering steel door in the back. It looked so massive compared to the admittedly above-average man, and that only made Shiu’s tension increase twofold at what may be lurking behind those metal gates.

Ones that seem to burst open with a roaring screeeech—

“Oh, shit.” His mouth was desert-dry, his grip unyielding on you who’d been angling your head to get a better look. “Oh, shit.”

Because Toji Fushiguro was massive.

Dominating.

So many thousands of kilograms of a hybrid that sauntered smugly out of the trailer, as if he owned it. As if he owned this entire farm and everyone in it. 

The rest of the hybrids were drawn in by the commotion, turning their curious eyes towards the refined horns that gleamed as they entered the light. Towards the thundering ground. The powerful flank. The polished coat. The single golden ring ‘round his nostrils.

And you had to admit that you didn’t expect him to be so…handsome.

All ruggedly scarred lips from his tussles, and a face that seemed to be carved by the heavens above. You let your widened peripherals glide down the smooth skin of his front; all broad shoulders, prominent pecs, the cutest golden hoops pierced through his pink nipples, and abs for days. He shakes his shaggy black bangs out of his gaze. 

Those smug verdant eyes that take one look your way - the way that Shiu had his possessive hold on you - and narrow. 

Kusakabe startles as his prized bull hybrid suddenly stops in his tracks, his grip on his leash slightly faltering. And it seems that everyone within the pen holds their breath as a low huff of gruff displeasure leaves Toji, scorching hot fury reaching where you were.

Jaw clenching.

Eyes flashing.

He lowers his horned head as if he was about to-

“Ah ah-” Kusakabe’s the one to break through the charged tension on the farm with his command. He tugs on Toji’s firm leash, though, as a farmer, Shiu thinks he could see the slight waver in his movements.

Toji’s rumbling in refusal, tugging against the restraints. And Kusakabe’s nearly thrown off his feet- before he’s holding onto the side of the truck for balance, pulling the bull hybrid away from where his sights were set. “Easy, boy, easy.” He’s looking at you two with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, he’s just a bit excited with the ru-”

“Ahem ahem ahem-” Shiu suddenly coughs, cutting off the other man. “Better get him settled inside his enclosure, Kusakabe. Don’t want any more trouble now…”

“Ah- right, right.”

And with a slight swat at Toji’s flank, he’s fighting against the hybrid to guide him towards that lil’ enclosure made specifically for him. Shiu had taken care to section it off from the rest of the pen where the cows were, with hardy wooden tree trunks that composed the fences. And not one, but two padlocks that Kusakabe seems relieved to lock once he’s managed to get him inside.

Hands slightly shaking where Toji breathes hotly down his neck, black tail flicking in irritation.

“Calm down, calm down.” The farmer wasn’t sure whether he was telling it to Toji or himself- finally finishing off with the locks and looking up at him. “Now- you be a good boy, alright. Don’t give Shiu any trouble, don’t fight too hard with the other bulls- no use in telling you not to fight, I know you won’t listen to that anyway, and no matter what-”

Toji raises an unimpressed brow as Kusakabe raises a directing finger.

“-no going overboard with your rut.”

“And what exactly does ‘overboard’ mean?” Shiu wearily nears the special pen, arms carefully lifted off of you and wrapped around his own body in comfort.

Kusakabe beams, “No idea! We’ve never had him near cows before!”

Shiu felt like hitting him.

“Well, she just got off her heat-” At the way that Toji’s nostrils flare, his grin widens, Shiu almost regrets saying that with a gesture towards you. Oh? He blocks the bull’s greedy line of sight towards you, and grumbles. “-so no funny business.”

Toji scoffs.

“Use your words, Toji.” Kusakabe pleads, “No need to be like that.”

And he takes a second to pause. To consider. To seemingly mull over his words before- “Eat my ass-”

“Toji-”

“That’s it-” Shiu spits, not waiting for either man nor hybrid to finish before he’s stomping off to where you were watching the commotion from (as was the rest of the farm, but it seems like this hulking intruder had eyes only for you). 

And with his hand placed gently where your flower-patterned collar was, Shiu leads you away from the herd. Away from the pen. Away from Toji, towards the barn where your room was. “That’s it- for the time that that bull is here, he won’t be seeing a single glimpse of you, that’s for sure.”

“But why?” You whine, your head tugging backwards. And Shiu could almost balk at the way that you - you - were half-heartedly resisting his grip, trying to look back at Toji. “Why can’t I-”

“Because.”

And that was that, you were isolated inside the barn, and Toji was padlocked away in his pen. Far, far away from you for the time that he’d be staying there.

And as Kusakabe waves his exit from his farm, promising to be back in a few days, Shiu makes sure to get a good punch in (all in good friendship, of course). Because Shiu Kong was calm. Shiu Kong was composed. Shiu Kong could survive just a few days with an in-rut bull hybrid infiltrating his farm.

“And how long until you’re back again?”

“Three- ouch, three days. You have a good right hook, man.”

After all, it was exactly that - just a few days.

What’s the worst that could happen?

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The first day.

Toji could see you.

Through the slightest crack in those barn doors, just the tips of your ears peaking out as you glimpse at him. It turns out that just Shiu’s command couldn’t hold you, and you staggered your way up to the barn doors whenever that damned farmer of yours wasn’t around to see. Watching. Waiting.

Taking in the sight of him.

And it wasn’t that Toji wasn’t used to stares - he was a prized bull hybrid, larger than most. So it was quite the given that he’d gather stares from competition, from unmated cows, hell, even from farmers who would like their chance at raising human-hybrid offspring. And so it wasn’t exactly new…

But just this way you were looking at him…it made him shiver.

Those pretty doe-eyes held up a curious, somewhat fearful, admiration. A slight arousal dampening between your legs that his honed senses could smell from even here—

Toji swears something in him had snapped the very split-second that he’d arrived here.

That he’d first locked eyes with you.

That he’d first sniffed at the remaining sweetness of your heat. Your sex.

Every sense in him right now (even the rational ones) were screaming at him to break out of this enclosure and waltz right up to you, break through those barn doors if he had to. He wanted to smell your pheromones. To hold you. To stuff his hot, throbbing cock between your legs and watch as you struggle to take it all.

He wanted to breed you.

And - multiple times - Toji found himself barging against the locked doors of his pen. Whispering your sweet, sweet name underneath his breath (learned from some of the other hybrids that watched him), ramming his horns against the wooden walls.

He was in rut.

Badly.

Badly, badly, badly.

The sheer intensity of it was more than anything else he’d ever felt- fuck, not even his first rut had felt this strong. It wasn’t that he was unmated. It wasn’t that he was in an unfamiliar place. It was just you, you, you.

Taking the wind out of his lungs. Making his length ache heavily between his strong legs. Wafting his intoxicating scent - something spicily sweet, with a peculiar tang in it that made you drunk on it like liquor, like mulled wine - all the way to where you were watching from the barn doors.

You’re sagging heavily against its wooden frame to take it in, sighing at the murky pheromones that seemed to cloud the entire farm-

“Oi, girlie!” 

And through it all, that damned Shiu had made sure to cockblock him.

Even now,  here came his annoying, grating tone. He’d kept a close eye on Toji ever since Kusakabe had left in his truck, rarely straying too far from the hybrid pen. He was always butting in, always breaking the stare-down between you two.

With one hand on his hip, the farmer watches as you startle at his voice. Suddenly hurrying to stumble back inside the barn where you came from.

And it would’ve almost been cute had it not been a result of you breaking one of his direct rules: do not interact with the bull in rut. But the thing is, you’d never seen a bull like him—and he was in rut? Oh…

Shiu barks out, “Where’d you think you were going, huh? Yeah- that’s right, inside.” And with you gone, Shiu would glare up at Toji. Toji wasn’t shy to glare right back.

“Problem?” He smiles.

“Yeah-” The farmer had crinkled his nose- and pointed at the way that Toji had been impatiently pushing against the enclosing walls, trying to break out, trying to get to you. He spits out distastefully, “-that. Don’t think you’re getting anywhere near her, got it?”

“Not at all.”

That night, Shiu had sent for a few more locks to be delivered from the hardware store downtown (he wasn’t even sure that they did delivery, but he’d coax them into if it meant not taking his eyes off of you). Multiple. He’d fixed them onto the gates of Toji’s pen, “This should keep you out.” Shiu had declared, jangling the metallic additions with one hand. “Not even the finest bulls in the world would be able to break through these. Hah! Take that.”

“Fuck off.”

He’d charged at the other man, but alas, the gates stayed steadfast.

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The second day.

Toji had murmured your name like a mantra all night.

All night.

Again and again and again-

“He really doesn’t seem so bad, Shiu.” You’d tried to whine to the farmer, when he’d come back into the barn after fixing a few more locks - the count was reaching upwards of ten by now - on the gates of the bull’s enclosure.

But Shiu had only waved off your pleading noises, “Now, don’t give me that look. I heard the way he was ramming against those gates last night, I heard his bellows.” Needless to say, you had, too…“And I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out when such a bull is in rut, girlie. Not unless you wanted to be mated- hah!”

Well…

You pushed your quivering thighs together. You’d hate to admit that in the privacy of your room last night, listening to Toji grow so desperate, listening to him say your name like that…you’d actually reached for your heat toys about once or twice.

You’d never felt this way about a bull before- hell, you’d never felt this way about anyone before.

And it was such a strange sensation to be glidin’ up the buzzin’ tip of your vibrator to your clit, massaging that sweet lil’ nub without the carnal pangs of your heat. Just the carnal pangs of…pure need-

“Besides.” Shiu’s cutting through your lecherous memory, and you hope the evidence of your lewd acts don’t show on your face. He gently pats at your head, the way he’s done so many times before. “You don’t need to be mounted by such a big, bad bull. My poor girl.”

“I don’t?” You mutter to yourself.

And Shiu doesn’t seem to catch on, “After all, it’s not like you’re in heat.”

No…you suppose not.

But you can’t help but raise your face into the saturated atmosphere, seemingly so balmy and languid ever since Toji stepped foot onto the farm. And there, you can smell the most addictive scent- fuck, something that just made your core twitch with need.

“Feeling alright, my girl?” Shiu looks on at the way you shiver, and whatever he sees there makes him lead you back to your place within the barn. “Hm, maybe you should get some rest- it’s probably that bull’s pheromones messing you up.”

“M-messing me up?” You’re asking, your entire body feeling set alight. Though, you didn’t feel the slightest bit messed up.

“Mhm- since you’re unmated, just coming off an unsuccessful heat. But it’s alright-” Shiu reassures, starting to shut your door, and there’s a meaningful look in his eyes. “We can try again next year, I have a few other bulls in mind that you might like to mate with. And he won’t be getting anywhere near you until then.”

“He won’t…”

Shiu continues, “Besides, Kusakabe will be picking him up tomorrow, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

You don’t say anything, but you know that you aren’t worried. Not even the slightest bit.

In fact…your body wished he’d be here even longer.

But ah- if he was just going to be taken away tomorrow, then what was the use in wanting? As your wooden door slams shut, you’re realizing that you just might never see him again.

And, outside, Toji only rams against the pen fence even harder.

He wanted you.

He wanted you.

He wanted you.

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The third (and final) day.

Or is it…

“What?” Shiu barks into his phone receiver, so loud that it startles every hybrid grazing in the vicinity. All of them were out, leaving the barnhouse all barren by this point - though Shiu didn’t doubt that his voice reached even you inside. And the sheer incredulousness in his tone makes even Toji look over, with a smirk that told the farmer that he was quite enjoying witnessing his distress. But Shiu paid no mind to that.

He couldn’t.

Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckin’ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabe’s mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. “So…you’re telling me…” Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, “That you want me…to come…”

“All the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.” Kusakabe’s voice finishes off, “Shiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-”

“Atsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.”

Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that he’d been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bull’s pen when he’d gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on. 

Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiu’s pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. “And you need me - you can’t just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Shiu!” Kusakabe cries out, “Do you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lil’ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!”

“And you don’t have any other friends that are closer?”

“Man, if I had any other friends, period, do you think I’d be calling you?”

Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. “But- but I can’t leave…” He clicks his tongue, “Just get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-”

“I mean, I could…” And though Kusakabe’s tone was one of curious innocence, he’d long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- “-but that just means I’ll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means I’ll have to leave?”

Shiu shivers, “Wh-what?”

“Toj-”

“I’ll be there right now.”

Kusakabe cackles, “Take your tiiime~!” And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiu’s ears.

With one last semi-glare thrown in Toji’s direction, the farmer is speed-walking to his own truck - all those tools Kusakabe needed still inside from his last fix-up. More like running. More like sprinting to save his friend.

Not because he wanted to save his friend, of course. But because every second that Kusakabe was stuck in Tokyo, was a second even longer that you were stuck with Toji on this farm.

All alone.

And he couldn’t have rushed out of here more determined.

More hasty.

More careless-

“Well, would ya look at that.” Toji’s scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And he’s reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide open—creeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. “What a sweet little gift f’me.”

All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lil’ farmer ever forgot to lock them.

Toji takes such delight in taking that first step out of his enclosure, broad pecs heaving as he takes in the candied trail of scent left all over by a certain pretty cow hybrid. You.

He then takes a second step, a third, a fourth—

And he knows exactly where he’s heading to - the barn.

Where you were just settling in for the day, your feverish body settling atop a particularly soft, tangled mass of golden hay. Cuddling in. You’d heard Shiu’s truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You weren’t sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off when…

Creak-creak-creeeeeak—!

The barn door opens.

Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, you’re just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-

Oh.

Oh.

That wasn’t the farmer at all.

Toji’s large, sculptured figure takes up nearly the entire door frame. And even from here you can see his sultry grin, his agitated hips. You can smell his intense drunken pheromones—“Room for two, sweetcheeks?”

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“I’m- hah, sensitive there…” You’re pouting as Toji relentlessly tugs you by your stubby horns towards him. His overlarge hand plastered to the back of your scalp and guided you down between his meaty thighs - not only had he kissed you silly by this point, but the hybrid had you drenched and quivering all over the hay for more.

But first…

Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Toji’s legs - inches upon inches, throb after throb, all looooong and rock-hard with need. His erection stood right up to graze his navel with glittery drops of precum.

Decorated with so many puffy veins down his shaft that your cunt twitched just imagining how he’d feel inside of you.

Each one pulsated as Toji drip-drip-dripped in gooey sap down his cock, all ready to pierce your hot sex. Heavy balls tightening with even more, with the urge to breed. And you’d do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-

“What’cha thinking about, sweet girl?” Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air. 

Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right ‘round the fat hilt where he can move his long length to smack! down between your half-parted lips. Using just the globular tip of his cock, he’s smearin’ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. “You’re not thinking of tapping out already, huh? You’re not…scared are you?”

There’s a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless you’re shaking your head fervently. 

He snickers, “That’s right. You don’t care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?” And oh—Toji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. “You’re not really such a good lil’ hybrid like he says- huh?”

“No-” You’re hiccuping out, “Not at- mmpf.” 

Only for big, bad Toji to rut his cock against your mouth. Shutting you up with his flared tip, you can taste the pure arousal seeping into your mouth.

All warm n’ wet on top of your tastebuds—you’re drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.

“No, because you’re a baaaaad girl, aren’t ya?” He’s tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, he’s reeling back to replace it with a jetstream of his own spittle. Straight onto the middle of your tastebuds.

With a second hand tugging open your mouth, Toji takes a nice look at that gluey wad sitting on your tongue- before he’s plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. “Because you’re- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because you’re my good girl, aren’t ya?” Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, “Allllll mine.”

“Mmmpf—” You’re muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous ‘oh’ shape.

Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, you’re only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervin’ left and right, and reaching for that cute lil’ dangly thing at the back of your throat-

“Ever taken a bull’s cock before?”

Choking at the lodgement in your throat, “N-no—”

“Yeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?”

Shaking your head.

“Well then, she’s taking me so- hah, well.” Toji’s crooning out from above you, fucking his hips in sloppy half-thrusts inside your mouth. That rough line of his happy trail ends up scratching the tip of your nose, and you find that his intoxicating scent only grows stronger the closer you get…“Haven’t you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?”

With tearful eyes, you’re looking up at him in confusion. “Mmm—ngh.”

“Ah ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ‘no’—oh, just like that.” And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. “Such a cute tongue, can’t believe she’s gone hungry for so long- ngh.”

“I-” Tears stream down both your cheeks, and you’re panting out through each thrust of his achin’ cock. “Fuck, Toji, you’re just so big-”

Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper n’ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- “And look, she’s just become so greedy.” As if he wasn’t the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. “Don’t you know you don’t have to take any more, sweet girl, don’t you- oh—” Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- “-oh, fine, if you insist…”

“You’re- hck!” And the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- “You’re so ngh-”

“And you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?” Toji’s cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls. 

They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. “I didn’t even- oh.” But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there. 

Push after push.

Probe after probe.

Until Toji’s shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, more—

“Toji-” Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Toji’s thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. “Toji I want-”

“Ohoooo?” His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. “The good girl is making demands now, hm?” As you whimper away, he’s thrashin’ at the back of your throat- again and again. “I guess I can’t just keep listening to her, huh?”

Her? Who…oh. 

He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time you’re pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.

And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, “How cute…go on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lil’ heart of yours desires.”

You’re pulling back from his red, glistenin’ tip with a lecherous pwah! “I-I want…” You’re sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you won’t be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? “-I want to feel you, Toji.”

To feel him?

To feel him?

His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then he’s realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?

Inside…fuck.

Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Toji’s rock-hard length only seemed to grow even…bigger at your words. Flaring up until he was red-hot at the tip, all slicked with a glaze of saliva and pre.

Toji smacks his painfully hard shaft down once more at your maw, “What dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?” He scoffs.

And just as you’re about to explain yourself, you’re suddenly feeling near whiplash at the way that Toji grabs onto your throat and flips the two of you around. Hoisting. Manhandling. Ending up with his back against the floor, head against the hay, and your naked cunt drivelling right above him. 

So wet and pretty.

Toji’s mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he can’t help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressin’ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.

“Or were they words from her, hm?” Toji’s gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. “Talking out of that pussy, hah- you’re even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.”

Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. “M’n-not dirty! I just wanted to feel you…” Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-

“As if. And you can have my cock-” You look up hopefully at his answer, how cute—you couldn’t even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? “-but first I’ve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.”

“But, I can take- hngh!”

As if. Before you know it, Toji’s slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.

Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and you’re quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- “Woah…” Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. “Don’t you know that you hafta stretch ‘er out first, hm? What- never done this before?”

Gingerly, you shake your head ‘no’.

“Oh- reeeeeally.” Just pryin’ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, “I would’ve never thought.” 

You huff n’ puff atop him, “Don’t- don’t tease, Toji-”

“Why, m’not teasing..” He’s spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. “I already know that this pretty pussy hasn’t been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-” Tunneling back in again. “Can hear it.” The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bull’s ears flick your way to listen to it. “She wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesn’t she?” 

Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as he’s rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.

Again and again.

“All you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.” Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. “What? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.”

“N-no-”

“Then let me teach you—” Oh, you knew he didn’t bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it. 

And in a split-second, Toji has one hand plastered at your hip, and the other veering upwards to smack! down on your swollen pussy. “Ah ah-” As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and you’re sure he’s leaving nail marks there for weeks. “Toji’s first rule- don’t run.”

“I won’t—” You’re swallowing your words back just as soon as you say them, because just then- two of his rovering fingertips intrude their way inside your cunt.

Not even waiting for you to get used to him, not even faltering as you squeeeeeeze.

He’s straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Toji’s digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook n’ cranny n’ crevice over and over- “Oh my god-” Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didn’t know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- “Toji, I’ve never felt something like this- ngh.”

Only for a loud smack! to ring out against your wet pussylips once again, and for Toji to haul you back onto his mouth with his beefy arm. “What’d I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.”

He was stopping you from running from it.

He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps ‘round your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. “Good.” Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. “Atta girl- atta, sweet girl.” Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you can’t move even a single inch. “Now squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I don’t care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- that’s the second rule.”

“Like- like this?” You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Toji’s head properly. 

To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laugh—“No.”

Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough you’re finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-

“I mean-” From your hips, his hand is then moving to your thighs. Wrapping around them to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze- until Toji felt light-headed. “-like this.”

“I think m’d-doing it.” You’re gyrating atop him wildly by now, finding a staccato in time with his thudding! fingers. Not only were they thick, they were just so long too - and they left you feeling dizzy with his vulgar strokes, with his incredible scent.  

“Third rule, fuck back into me.” He commands, with that specific tone of a bull in rut that made you want to listen to him immediately. Your hamstrings screamed in protest as you continue, “Fuck her back into me- harder now, aren’t you a cow hybrid? Buck.”

You could barely even believe your ears, “You’re just so fucking mean- fuck!”

“Yeah, yeah, just like that.”

And Toji’s tongue? Oh, he wasn’t just staying still - not at all.

Toji had his tongue wrapped ‘round your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. “And the fourth and final rule-” He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out,  “-is to get ready.”

You’re blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. “Get ready for what?”

It takes a few more probin’ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybrid’s pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.

“Get ready…” Toji rattles off, after a few sultry seconds. And oh- you wonder, why was his tone octaves higher? Why did he sound so breathy? Why was there something…crazed in the way he said it- “-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?”

Jaw dropping, “Oh-”

“You don’t know how painful it was to hold myself back-”

And before you know it, your spine’s arching as you struggle to accommodate him- struggling to handle the raw primal pressure of his thick tongue and two- three of his fingers plunging into your hole. Pushing and pushing and pushing—

You’ve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as you’re pressing your thighs upon either side of Toji’s face until he groans. 

All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cunt—“Ohhh, please-” Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. “P-please-”

“Oh m’ having a pleasant time alright.” Toji snickers, his heated pants leaving your skin perspired. The mountains of his knuckles were striking your outer pussy so hard now that they were starting to grow red on his skin. “S’fuh-fucking sweet.” Stinging.

Plap! after plap! You’re moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongue’s inches inside. Stretchin’ out your cute orifice, “Gonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.”

“Twice as much…” You’re repeating breathlessly, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even more…

“Rule number five- just made it up, heh.” Toji spits out - literally, a glittering glob of spittle that sticks to your slit. It slides down to your hold and makes it easy for him to thrash his tongue inside like an animal- like he was frenzied by his pheromones, like he couldn’t control himself from push-push-pushing.

Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldn’t stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, he’s finding that cute lil’ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Toji’s fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.

Again and again until you’re in actual tears- “Rule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.” Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. “Take it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.”

“Please-” Being pummelled away to the maximum, it’s all you can say like a constant mantra. “Please please- ngh! Please-”

“That’s all that dirty mouth can say now?” Toji tuts, “Tch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?”

Primal swabs, again and again.

Twofold.

After each word, Toji’s tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappin’ away every ounce of your slickness.

It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Toji’s handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- “Oh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?”

“Of course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.” With yet another spank, he rovers his face even deeper between your trembly legs. Nose-deep. Skin-deep. So deep, in fact, that the veins on Toji’s sculptured neck pop out.

You’re unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. “Just like that.” Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, you’re being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and again—“You asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and that’s exactly what m’giving you. Aren’t I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?”

“But I didn’t-” You’re babbling out, drunk on the vicious scrape-scrape-scrape of his intrusions. His fingers pushed just as your g-spot, and you could feel him glissading down even deeper. Deeper. Deeper. “-I didn’t say that—”

“Oh, didn’t you?” He’s hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. “I think I remember-”

“Well I don’t-” As you’re raising your voice, you can’t believe it- Toji’s powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.

He rumbles, “Rule number one…” In warning.

And it’s only with a few more thuds! that Toji’s pretending to remember just what you’re whinin’ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, “But ah- I remember now.” His eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, eating you out until his nose ring slicks with your syrup. Just the notion is enough to leave his pheromones heightening, “I believe you said…‘you wanted to feel me’.”

Mouth dropping in recognition, “Oh- I did.”

“And what did you mean by that, hm?” Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. “You’re already feeling me here-” Pokin’ at your g-spot, “And here-” His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more. 

“I just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!”

His sweaty brows furrow, “But yer already feeling me-”

“No- more like I wanted to feel your-” You’ve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, “-there.”

“My where?”

“Your- your cock, Toji!” You’re wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. “I wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.”

Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. He’s gnawing down on that nub of your clit, “And where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?”

You’re stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer he’s making a mess of your poor pussy. “Inside-”

“Inside where?”

“Inside my cunt-” And you’re shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatin’ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasn’t enough—

Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- “Say it again-” When you’re repeating your sultry words, “More- dirtier. Be good f’me, girl, say it again-”

“I want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.” You’re whimpering out, you’re shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. “I want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-”

“Atta girl.”

Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cum—

“Oh my god-” With your back arched, you’re throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. “C-cumming- I’m cumming, Toji-”

“And it’s all because of me.” He’s smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes. 

Because of Toji’s rut, his senses were so honed that he could mark each peak of your high- the explosion of bliss that he pinpointed with his fingers, with the slashes of his tongue. “Heh- me.” With a wet chuckle, Toji’s tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldn’t get enough. Lap after lap. “Me me me me-” He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. “-and look- she’s thanking me.”

“Fuck! Never felt something so good-” Whining out, you’re bouncing your back into each of his hits. “-might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had- hck!”

“S’a pleasure, sweet girl.”

By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasn’t let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When he’s licked up every droplet of sap you’re letting out, he’s moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs. 

Again and again.

Until you’re all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. “I th-think m’done, Toji.” As if he already didn’t know - you’re pushing at his clammy head. “My orgasm’s over, I wanna try taking your cock now-”

“And you’re sure?”

He wasn’t asking to be nice. He was asking to make you turn your head and balk at the way his impossible size had only seemed to grow even bigger. Your lips wobbling, “Y-yes.”

“Oho?” Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. “Well, you did tell me to put my ‘thick, looooong cock inside of your cunt’-”

“So shut up and do it.” Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. It’s enough for Toji’s cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.

“Atta girl.”

And with that final compliment, Toji’s making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his face—with the loudest smooch! It’s ringing out like the prettiest melody in both your eardrums, and Toji just barely manages to disconnect himself with your sweet pussy.

Just barely breaks his lips from your tender folds, all slickly glossed.

Just barely wrenches you off with ease, and takes one nice look at your hole - when you’re realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-

“O-oh, sweet girl. I don’t think you even realize-” Toji gawks up at your cunt. And you’re feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As you’re looking up at him in confusion, “-you’re in heat.”

“In heat?” He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and you’re animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, “What do you mean? Shiu said I’ve already finished my heat-”

“Fuck what Shiu says, silly girl.” Lightly spanking your pussy, Toji rolls his sage eyes. His pupils were all blown-out and bleary with lust, only darkening the more he takes in your buttery pheromones. 

Oh, you smelled like the sweetest freshly-whipped cream - and that only made his mouth water as much as his swollen cock was. Drenching the cute innards of your thighs n’ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. “I can smell it.” He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. “I can fucking- taste it-”

“Oh—” You’re gyratin’ back against his plummy cock tip, oh-so-lewdly. And you take another sniff of yourself, reaching up to feel that your scent glands have swollen up. “I g-guess you’re right-”

“Sugar, I am right.”

Before you know it, the world’s a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Toji’s rugged palms, Toji’s large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-

“And this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?” Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. “Awww, how cute—so m’your first, sweet girl?”

“Yes- yes.” And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you can’t help but realize that oh- he’d been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.

Because Toji’s hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way he’d thickened up in size while eating you out. His cockhead was as red as a huge strawberry, and multiple times bigger. Bull hybrids, famed for the shaft length - now slipping n’ sliding between your pussylips.

Just kissing at your geysering orifice- “Oh- fuck.”

“And you know having you on top would be the easiest for her…” That said, he’s swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. He’s spitting. He growls, and it’s enough to send shivers down your spine- “But m’still gonna have her in a mating press.” Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. “Because you also forget one- fuck-” Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. “-thing, sweetness.”

“And what’s that, Toji?”

“I’m in-” Hard enough that the wooden beam breaks—“-rut.”

Fourth rule, remember?

Because you didn’t think that he’d go this easy on you when he’s in fuckin’ rut, did you? You didn’t think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didn’t think that he wasn’t going to act like a damn animal, did you?

In a sudden motion, Toji’s plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.

You’re yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- “A virgin, are ya?” He tuts, “Don’t think m’gonna go easy on ya.”

“Oh my goodness-” Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. “Holy fuck-”

“Easy, easy.” It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. “Breathe in, girl- there ya go.”  You’re following as he instructs, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in—” And suddenly there’s a sodden spank at your pussy, “-you, too, pretty pussy.”

Something that catches you off-guard, and makes you swallow him up an inch deeper. Your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- I’ve never felt like this. You’re so big- hold on, Toji, you’re so-”

“Hold on?” 

“What-”

“Hold on?”

He’s then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that you’re seeing stars. Instantly, you’re set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- “You’re telling me to h-hold on?”

And was that a stutter in his sentence?

A laugh?

Toji Fushiguro sounded like he was fucking losing it by merely hearing your whining questions- “You seriously want me to…” Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as he’s sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge n’ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. “-hold on?”

“It’s just- I just didn’t think you’d be so big-” He was barely even halfway in and you could already feel Toji at your throat, gushing out sticky wads of slick. With your feet planted on the hay-littered ground, you’re trying to arch your back nearly away from—

“Oi- who said you could tap out?” Before you know it, Toji’s hand lifts from your thigh to grab onto your tail - one pulling you in by the tail, his right hand still feeling for that tummy bulge he was fucking into you.

You can’t get away by the way he’s manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. “Tch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?” Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. “Come back t’me- rule number one, remember?”

“Fuck-” Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. “-I can feel you reaching in so deep-”

“And you wanted me to hold on?”

He was never going to let that go - he was never going to give you even the slightest second to get used to his incredible length. 

Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makin’ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-

Toji isn’t even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probin’ just inwards. Inwards and inwards and inwards. He can feel the tight resistance of your pussy, your sweet body unable to take him whole right now- and it only makes him groan.

With his head thrown back, he’s letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. “M’in fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-” He’s hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. “Been teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-” Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.

Toji breaks every single second that he’s not fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s just pummeling his hips deeper- “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” After each mention of his mantra, he’s rutting in. “You want me to h-hold on and-” Harder. “-and you know what-” Deeper. “-I want to do, sweet girl?”

“What-” You’re gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. “What do you want, Toji?”

“I want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-” He’s whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. “Fit- fit- fit-” Before you know it, he’s spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. “-fucking fit-”

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, “And- hah, and what else did you want?” By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.

“I want…” He was teasing you now, just lightly grazin’ that blushing hot tip against the roof of your cunt. You could feel him filling up every sneaky orifice, and Toji was fucking you like he’d just gone feral- “I want to-”

“Oh, fuck!”

With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.

“-breed ya, sugar.”

And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. “I’ve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.” Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. “I want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.” And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, “Try to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.”

“You’re going to get me…” Your pupils are swirlin’ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadn’t spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.

Bred by one.

“Fucking pregnant.” Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lil’ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you. 

“Oh, please-” You’re throwing your head back with a mewl, “But I’ve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure it’s going to take, Toji-”

“I’ll make it take.”

His jackhammers were so hard by this point, enough so that your sap splatters out of you in puddles. It glistens right down the inner parts of your thighs, and Toji swipes his thumb down from your pussy to glaze it in the syrup. To reach up to his scarred maw and suck on it.

And when he feels your spit-slicked lips start to wobble out more concerns, he’s pushing that very thumb between your own lips.

“Shut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like this—in this mating press.” As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. “With this pretty pussy-” Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, “-and my rut- you’re not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?”

“I-I don’t-”

“Silly, silly girl.” It’s a rude thwack! of his curvaceous ball sack after each slam, and you can feel your body grow more restless after each of his spat-out words. So mean. “Silly lil’ hybrid thinks she’s gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.”

You’re shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Toji’s tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- “Well, since m’inexperienced-”

“And m’gonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.” 

He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Toji’s overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow he’d managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves. 

Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- “M’gonna corrupt you, sweet lil’ thing.” A sleazy smile spreads across Toji’s handsome, perspired face. “M’gonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, they’re gonna be milkin’ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.”

“Fuck, I’d like that-”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’d like that s-shoooo much, Toji.” 

“Bet you’d like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?” He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. “After I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ‘nough times that she remembers how it feels when I fill you up? After I breed you until we can- hah, fill this whole damn farm with them? After I make a momma out of you and no other bull can ever even think of touching you-”

You squeal, “Yes- yes yes yes yes-”

His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more n’ more excited. Throbbing with more need. “And you better fuckin’ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.” Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, “I will get you pregnant.”

“Oh, I’d fucking hope so.” You glide your hands down your front, “I wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.” Down where your womb was.

Fuck…you were dangerous for a bull in heat.

And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely. 

As his hips only grow sloppier, you’re grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Toji’s massive milky pecs.

Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you can’t help but twiddle your thumbs ‘round the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.

He shivers at the sensitive sensation, “O-oh? Look at you.” Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. “You’re corrupted already.” And both of Toji’s own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you could’ve already guessed.

Both of Toji’s hands end up on your tits.

Squeezing.

Kneading.

Before you can say a word, he’s already growling out- “And as any momma would- we’re gonna hafta make sure you’re making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?” That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.

Toji’s gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.

“I don’t think anything’s gonna come out just yet-” Your tail swishes in arousal as you watch him hollow out his attractive cheeks, thoroughly sucking on your tit like his favorite lolly. Sucking like he was trying to make milk come out—“I never did produce…much…milk…”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Toji’s open mouth. “You were saying?” 

Pure white milk.

And he was such a messy eater, your ivory syrup dripping down his lips. It glosses them and created the sweetest lacquer that Toji himself was addicted to- “Mmm, so much, sweet thing—fuck.” He’s pinching at your left tit, too, a splashin’ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. “Ya really are a sweet thing-”

“I’ve never made this much even for the farmer-” You’re gasping, and your milk cascades down Toji’s chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy “How did you even…”

“Because you’re in heat.” He says- choppy, through the way that he barely wanted to speak, barely wanted to remove himself from the sweet fountains of your spurting milk. “Because m’in rut.” Toji’s hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. “And tonight- we’re gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.”

“O-oh—” With your voice cracking, you’re reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Toji’s glissading muscles as you ride through it.

As you’re fucked through it.

“Cumming again?” Toji’s marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, he’s marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead. 

Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpin’ away there. Again and again and again. “Of course, ya are- fuck. Just like thaaaat, fuck back into me- third rule. They say the momma needs to cum good if we wanna get you pregnant after all-”

“And what about you?” Still in the throes of your bliss, you feel absolutely no inhibitions in babbling away. Drunk on the thick, veiny size of him fucking you through your high—“Aren’t you gonna?”

“Gonna what?”

“Fuck…”

“Rule number six-” Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. “-is to use those words like the big girl you are.”

And you best believe that he was fucking you like he was trying to push the very words up to your throat, his veins massaging your sweet spots and making you shiver, his pearly white teeth back to sucking on your milk. “I want- hah!” You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, “-you to cum- fuck.” You moan when his left keeps toyin’ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. “-inside my cunt, Toji.”

And there—his eyes slightly widen in interest, “You really said it.” A proud smile gracing his face, “You really, really…oh.”

With a few more lewd thrusts, he’s emptying out his heavy balls. 

They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckin’ up each pearly droplet as Toji fucks them inside you. Splashing out. Pooling out. That bawling divot in the middle of his shaft just leaves a murky mess behind, ribbons of ivory that glue your walls together.

“Oh fuck-” He’s clenching his canines, you swear he’s holding back tears—“And you’re gonna take it-” Toji snarls, fighting against the urge to throw his head back - simply because he wanted to look at you as he stuffed you till you were overspilling. “-take every single last drop-”

The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. “Oh, yes.” You’re shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlin’ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.

Toji’s pushing them inwards, again and again. “And yer gonna keep it, aren’t you?” Fucking you, again and again. 

He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. “Second rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. S’gonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lil’ calf, heh.”

“Shit- keep talking and I’ll…”

It’s too late for you. You’re so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, you’re reaching your high once more.

White-hot.

Toes curling.

Back arching.

You can’t even control yourself, it’s the most powerfully sinful sensation you’ve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Toji’s glutinous white cum - you’re also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes. 

Your high was being dragged out of you.

Squirting. You can’t believe you squirted during your first heat with a mate, your first heat mounted.

And as he instinctively bucks his hips through it, your new mate swears- “Fuck- fuck, don’t tell me you’re- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?” Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippin’ from that pretty cunt, it’s as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. “Rule number four, my sweet mate.”

But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly you’re feeling a strength so incredible that it’s as if you’re being split apart. “Your- your knot?”

“Damn right.”

You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push n’ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round n’ red, about four times his actual circumference. 

It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurp—and Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isn’t that every bull’s dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until you’re pregnant-

“We’re mates now.” You’re still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you don’t hear his murmurs. Sobbing, you’re tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. “Wh-what was that, Toji?”

“I said–” Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, “-that you know a bull’s rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?”

“Oh.”

“Guess we have a lot to learn…h-heh.”

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Shiu was halfway through his drive to Tokyo.

Halfway through his window cracked down halfway, his dark hair playing in the breeze, head nodding in time with the beat of some early 2010’s pop hit that’d surprisingly managed to calm him down during his drive.

Sure, Kusakabe had completely ruined his plans and forced him to leave you unattended on the farm - but Shiu can’t help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.

After all, it’s not every day that he gets to go out like this - the life of a farmer sure was a busy one. And it was such a nice day out, driving along smooth and silent in his truck like this was almost therapeutic. He’s almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that he’d be able to do this more often. He really thinks he could find inner peace like this, maybe all those self-help magazines he grimaced at in convenience stores were onto something. A man needs time for himself, too, y’know?

Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, y’know?

Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-

And Shiu’s stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldn’t have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldn’t have noticed, either—”I left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-”

Immediately after he remembered, Shiu had gone and done a (likely illegal, most definitely illegal) U-turn right then and there. Heading right back where he came from, he’d cut off multiple cars, almost run over some unsuspecting old lady in his haste to get back to his farm - Kusakabe be damned, his best friend could rot in Tokyo until the end of time for all he cared. After all, he was the one that caused all this!

Shiu made it back home in less than half the time it took him to halfway down his journey to Tokyo (he’s sure he ran a few red lights).

And he’s fumbling with the keys of his gates, forgetting his truck and sprinting right up to where his cattle hybrids were. All cooped up inside the pen, they hadn’t gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu can’t really find any missing.

So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabe’s bull had resided. Where Toji resided.

And Shiu’s heart drops at the same time as his jaw.

It was empty.

Quickly, he’s suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside weren’t going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herd—fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.

And he knew exactly who it was.

In urgent, jerky motions, Shiu’s throwing open the gate to the pen (this time double-checking to lock it behind him) and heading straight towards the barn.

The barn where he can hear the rustling of hay, where he can smell the saturated sweetness of hybrid pheromones, where he can see—oh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Toji’s cock to plough into, his powerful body. You’re all sprawled out on the hay, saliva and milk splashing out of you at a constant pace. You mewled as he stretched out your cunt so mercilessly, again and again and again. The plump knot ‘round his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks! 

And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasn’t the first round…

Shiu’s nostrils flare, and he’s realizing that this wasn’t just the heady scent of Toji’s rut - it was your heat, too. That luscious creamy smell that made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his pants as he took in the sight-

BZZZZZZZZ—!

Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesn’t think he’s very successful with it.

Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- “H-hello?” He sees that Toji’s smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And he’s smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Toji’s honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny. 

And if that wasn’t enough, he’s leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiu’s ever been able to tease out of you during milking sessions.

He was making his mate known.

Slowly, Shiu backs out of the barn without you noticing (though, you were so deep in the waves of your carnal pleasure, that he thinks it would’ve been impossible to get your attention anyways).

Only once he’s out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other man’s voice-

“Hello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-”

“Hey, Kusakabe.” Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. “Take the next train here from Tokyo- no, don’t worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you don’t need the cattle trailer anymore.”

Kusakabe sputters, “Huh? But why?” At the other man’s silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. “Oh man- oh wait, don’t tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-”

“Yeah.” Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?”

A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW Y’ALL IN THE COMMENTS-

To add to this, I'd like to imagine the scenario as caitlyn being separated from her enforcer squad deep into Zaun. Jinx has been stalking her (because that's what nemesis do, right?) and watches as caitlyn gets into a gnarly shoot out with some random chembaron gang. Caitlyn fights off most of them but gets snuck up on and gets fatally injured. Jinx goes mental that her nemesis was hurt by someone who wasn't her, so she kills that person off brutally next to a dying caitlyn on the floor. She'd get up and dust herself (and the blood of this random person) off her hands before walking over and standing above a dying caitlyn.

She'd look her over and say, "Jeeeeezzz toots, do I always have to save your ass?" Caitlyn would just look up at her and try to say anything, but would only wheeze and cough in return. Jinxes eyes would widen as she realizes that "oh wow, caitlyn is dying right now, in front of me, on the ground." She'd pat her pockets to look for anything that could stop her from dying (because wanting your nemesis that wants you dead to stay alive is totally normal), and then a light bulb goes off. She grabs a knife off of caitlyns form and slashes her hand, causing it to bleed heavily.

Jinx would smile and bring her dripping hand over to caitlyn and say, "Open up cupcake, doctors orders!" Caitlyn would groan and shake her head no, so jinx would snarl and force caitlyns mouth open with her free hand and drip feed her blood into caitlyns mouth. To caitlyn, it's disgusting at first. The metallic overwhelming iron taste, but then all that shimmer starts to make her feel divine, better than she's ever felt. The wounds on her body would seal up quickly as she sits up with a gasp, pushing jinx away, causing jinx to fall down.

Jinx would roll her eyes and say, "Well, that's no way to thank the girl who saved your life, or did your mommy and daddy not teach you manners? Oh wait, mommies dead!", while rolling on the floor dying of laughter. Caitlyn would look around for her sniper rifle but finds it nowhere. She grabs the still bloody knife and sheaths it. She'd move to apprehend jinx, but Jinx would just use her shimmer speed to move away. She'd wipe a tear from her eye and say mid chuckle, "Alright, I get it, jeezzz. A girl can't even save her nemesis these days. Anyways, see yah later cupcake!" As she zips away.

Caitlyn angrily grumbles to herself before she heads back topside, though with a strange pep in her step. She would make her way back to her mansion and sleep better than she has in months, not that she notices. Over the week, though, her energy and mood would just get worse and worse. She finds herself sleeping horribly now, and she craves something that she can't quite put her tongue on. When she's sorting through the evidence locker room in the enforcer station, she'd eye a vial of shimmer.

Strange, she'd think, since she's never found her eye attracted to it before, and they've been confiscating it for years. But she's desperate for anything to help her sleep. So, she uncorked it and dipped a pinky finger in, bringing it to her lips. She gets a rush, but not the rush that every shimmer addict they arrest describes. She downs the whole thing and barely feels a thing, as a matter of fact!

Horrible sleep again that night, but the next day, they have her arrive to another one of jinxes attacks. They let her be by herself as she investigated since she's been so snappy, and as she walks through the scene, she steps into a puddle of blood. She takes a step back, and she swears the blood has a pink sheen to it. Her mouth starts to salivate uncontrollably, and before she knows it, she crouches down and dips a pinky into it, bringing it to her mouth. The instant smile that hits her face and the weight of everyone just falls off her shoulders.

Before she knows it, she fully kneels down and starts to drink from the puddle like an animal. By the time she pulls back, the puddle is gone, and she feels amazing! Then she realizes she just drank the blood of another human and promptly crawls back and away from it in horror. She'd think to herself, "What the hell!? I'm the head of the kiramman house, the best shot in all the enforcers, and the best detective! But not only did I ruin the scene by tampering with it, I drank from a puddle of blood!"

She would shakily stand up and walk away, telling everyone that this was just another normal scene created by Jinx and that she found no notable evidence. Though they don't mention anything of the manic smile she has while talking about this because they'd rather not be fired. She sleeps like a baby that night, but the next day, she feels horrible again. She gets informed of an ongoing fight with jinx, and she heads there immediately (ignoring the excitement brewing in her chest). Jinx laughs as she notices her and runs down an alleyway by herself, and caitlyn gives chase.

Jinx would laugh as she was chased, saying, "Well, nice to see you too, cupcake! Did you miss me?" Caitlyn would snarl in response and toss her sniper away and grab her knife. She doesn't know why she feels the need to make jinx bleed, but she has to. They'd get into a heated fight, and as caitlyn wrestles Jinx to the floor, she knicks jinxes cheek, causing it to bleed. She freezes while straddling her as jinx pants beneath her.

Before either of them realize it, caitlyn leans down and starts to lick it off of jinxes face. Jinx would giggle and say, "Woah! Down girl! Bad dog, bad dog!"

Caitlyn would pull back, panting and her pupils blown wide as she stammers out, "I... I don't know why I did that..." Jinx would look up at her and realize that caitlyn acted the exact same when she fed her blood to caitlyn.

Jinx would laugh and say, "I ever tell you why I'm so fast and can heal so quick?"

Caitlyn would respond with, "No...?"

Jinx would take the knife out of caitlyns hands and slash her hand again as she says, "I'm made up of shimmer, cupcake. My body produces it on its own now. And I think...", lifting up her palm to caitlyn, "That you're addicted to it. To me. Or maybe you aren't. Don't lick it up if that's the case. Prove me wrong." Caitlyns mouth would dry at the sight before she leans into jinxes palm and laps it up hungrily. Jinx would smile and say, "Aww... whose a good pup? That's right, you are!"

Caitlyns brain would sing to her at jinxes praise before she nodded to agree. Jinx would push against caitlyn and say, "Now get off of me, dummy." Caitlyn would nod and get up off of her, even going as far to help jinx up. Jinx would cup caitlyns cheek and say, "How's my pup feeling? Feeling good? Happy? Ecstatic?"

Caitlyn would nod with a dumb smile and say meekly, "Pup feels good. Feels really good."

Jinx would pat her cheek and pull it away as she says, "Atta girl. You know what? I think this worked out real well for us, cupcake. Real well indeed."