Just a star

You didn’t understand the hype around fraternity parties. Your friends, on the other hand, shared the opposite opinion, making it a point to drag you to everyone this semester.

Sure, it was fun, letting the cheap alcohol flood your system, buzzing your senses and having the music take you away. Only for the briefest moment did you feel good.

The stench of cheap beer and even sweater bodies brought a crinkle to your nose.

Music and LED lights wrap around you. The bass thumps in your ears, surely to give you a throbbing headache the next day.

Streams of colourful lights flash in irregular patterns in the dark room. Sweaty bodies rub against one another, blocking your path.

Swishing past them proved difficult. You groaned internally, pushing past them with greater force, finally reaching your destination of a quiet hallway.

You let a sense of ease pass over you; a sparse few partygoers loitered in the area.

Couples took some of the rooms, and the faint noise of their activities echoed back. You leaned against the wall, watching people drown deeper and deeper in the influence of alcohol.

“Not a party person?”

You looked up, and up, greeted by the sight of Mark Grayson. The campus’s golden child, handsome in that boy-next-door type of way.

Nursing, a cheap beer while eyeing you curiously. More interest he’s shown in anyone who wasn’t a part of his close social circle.

You nod, “Too loud for my tastes.” Finding anything to focus on other than the man before you.

“Yeah, I get it sometimes. Sometimes it all feels a little too much.” Feeling him approach, not surrounding, just present.

Standing right by your side, watching the party rage on in the living room. You could feel the heat radiating off of him.

Your eyes drew up his arms, the tense muscles straining against his shirt, feeling heat crawl up your neck the longer you looked.

Quickly flickering your gaze away once he notices, feeling your heart patter in your chest.

A flicker of something darker crossed his eyes, cataloging your fleeting expression. “See something you like? You look…flushed.”

You swallowed thickly, “I was drinking, just a bit buzzed, you know.” You both knew it was a lie; you’d been explicitly avoiding getting drunk.

Someone had to be the responsible one in the friend group.

Mark hummed in a response, taking another sip from his drink, and you watched transfixed on the flex of his bicep. “Must be more tipsy than you thought, then, you're barely holding it together over there.”

A prickle of embarrassment flushed your system. He’d noticed. Of course he did.

“Don’t be embarrassed now, baby, I was just pointing out a fact. Didn’t say I wasn’t interested.”

Baby, that was new, you noted. He closed the gap between you two, pressing you up against the wall.

“You know, I’ve never fucked a chubby girl before...”

You go rigid against him.

“Mad at my phrasing, sweetheart? I’m not wrong. You are…substantial.” His large palms squeezed your sides, testing. You shiver even as a heat of thrill settles in your belly.

He continues, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. More for me to grab, hold.”

Your brows knit together, “Bold of you to assume I'd let you.” His hands land on your hips, pulling you flush against him, feeling the obvious evidence of his arousal pressed against your stomach.

“Why wouldn’t you? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, sweetheart. Why not take it?” Tracing small circles on the curve of your hips.

Each touch sent a surge of heat to your core. He wasn’t wrong per se. You haven’t been dicked down properly for months.

Too busy prioritizing grades over all else. Plus, he was a well-known good fuck. Overall, a win-win situation in your opinion.

Like hell you'd tell him that upfront, if he wants a taste, he might as well work a little harder for it.

You summon enough courage to look over your shoulder, staring at him through your lashes. “What makes you so certain?”

His smirk turned predatory, hands dipping dangerously low. Inching closer towards your inner thigh, you shiver. “You're so reactive to my touch.” His words curl around you, fanning your ears.

Dipping his head down to the juncture of your neck. His lips ghosting your pulse, “So desperate for my touch, shivering just from my proximity. If you didn't want this, you could have walked away a long time ago.”

Pressing wet kisses along your throat, his touch, feather light, frustratingly so. His hands glide up to your chest, pawing at your breast. “C'mon, sweetheart, just relax for me.”

Your pulse lodges in your throat, and you feel your resolve fizzle away. Holding back whimpers through clenched teeth.

Fuck it.

You pressed yourself firmly against his, tugging him down for a searing kiss. The clashing of teeth and strangled moans filled the hallway.

His hands roved over your body, settling on your chest, massaging your pebbled nipples through your thin top. Your moans were swallowed, drowned out against his lips.

Pulling away enough to catch your breath, “So sweet, I wonder what else is,” his callous palms warm against your sensitive skin.

Dragging you further down the hall in the tangle of teasing kisses and heated grazes lands both of you in some random room.

Placing you gently on the bed, capturing your lips in another heated kiss, and tugging off your articles of clothing with fierce concentration.

You lie against the dingy mattress in only your underwear, chest heaving with each shaky breath.

Mark’s predatory gaze darkened at the sight. He has your legs parted, thick thighs bracketing his hips, a prominent wet patch noticeable to his view.

“You’re so wet, so prepared for me, baby.” his fingers run along your inner thigh, avoiding the one area you needed him. Chuckling darkly as you attempt to grind down onto his hand.

Your frustration only worsens. “Stop teasing,” you whine. He relents, finally dragging his hand past the band of your underwear and touching your heat.

Mark's fingers circle your engorged clit. Adding the faintest of pressure, making you shudder. “And you were so close to passing on this, huh, sweet thing.” Dragging his tongue down the column of your throat.

Slipping his middle and ring finger into your fluttering hole and thrusting slow enough to drive you up the wall.

“Your pussy is practically sucking me in. She wanted this just as bad.” Funnelling his fingers in and out of your cunt, while his thumb circled your clit in taut circles.

Your resolve crumbles, jaw slack and blunt nails digging into his shoulder as you cry out as the pleasure builds. It's slow. Maddeningly slow. Drawing you closer and closer to release with each controlling flex of his fingers.

His lips litter kisses along the column of your throat, sucking softly at your skin, “There we go, let go f’me baby. Want you to cum on my fingers.”

Pressing a firm pressure on your clit sent you tumbling to release. Your back arching off the mattress, his fingers working you through your climax until you slumped back, boneless.

Mark withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, all while keeping his gaze locked on you.

Heat crawls up your neck, watching him clean his fingers clean of your essence. “I was right, you do taste sweet.”

You flounder in your response, mouth opening and closing, a loose attempt to form at least a coherent sentence.

Mark fell into a fit of laughter. Not sharp or cruel. Simply pure amusement. “Already flustered just from foreplay, sweetheart? Adorable.” Pinching the fat of your hip makes you yelp.

“I mean, all I do is play with this little pussy, and you're already a mess f’me. Wonder how you’ll be with my cock in you.”

You whimper, feeling him flip you onto your stomach, back arched and ass raised in the air. Dragging his hand back to your sensitive pussy. Feeling the subdued need come back once more.

You summon some semblance of a response, “Hah-then hurry up and fuck me already. I 'm-ah, already ready.” Grinding your hips against his hand, panting softly.

Mark lets out a low chuckle, “How impatient. This is more for your benefit than mine; you wouldn't be able to handle it otherwise.”

Ah. How could you forget? You were about to fuck a frat boy. This man had the ego of a god, probably thought he had the dick of one too.

A mischief glimmer flashed in your eyes, “Yeah? I bet I could take it just, mmph-fine. Of course, if it's actually that impressive.”

His jaw clenched, working over any possible comeback threatening to slip. Withdrawing his fingers from your soppy cunt. His grip around your hips became bruising.

Hook, line and sinker.

You grin, curling into something impish, feeling your confidence rising, you continue, “Of course, I could be wrong… maybe the rumours hold some validity.” With the slow roll of your hips, grinding your ass against his bulge.

His gaze narrowed, pressing you impossibly further into the mattress. “Bold talk for someone that's gonna be screaming my name.”

You watch him from over your shoulder, “Such confidence, I personally think otherwise.”

“Where'd all this confidence come from, huh?” Nipping at your neck, pressing pecks along your shoulder blade, “Just a moment ago, you were as quiet as a mouse, sweetheart.”

You exhale, melting into his touch, “I simply figured that all this talk must be compensating for something else. Otherwise, you'd be fucking me senseless instead of parading around it.”

Looking over her shoulder, faux innocence lacing her words, “So? You gonna give me what you promised?”

“You're a cocky little thing, aren't you, sweetheart?” Sounding more amused than anything. He grabbed a condom and rolled it over his length.

Giving it a few short pumps, letting you watch, pressing the tip of his cock into your entrance. “All the more reason to fuck you stupid.” Finally slipping in with ease.

Oh.

Oh.

You were warm. So warm, so welcoming. The moan he let out was pornographic, whimpering the further he pushed in. You sighed. The feeling of being thoroughly filled was amazing.

“F-fuck…how do you feel so g-good?” he seethed through clenched teeth.

Gripping the fat of your hips impossibly tighter. As if you were the only thing grounding him enough not to burst right there.

Gathering his rationale, or what remained of it. Setting an agonizingly slow pace. Leaning back to admire the view, the curve of your back, flaring at your hips to the globes of your ass. His focus strained on the tip of his cock disappearing into your cunt.

“God, she's-ahh, just sucking me in. Must've, shit, been waiting for my cock, huh, baby,” The hypnotic jiggle of your ass with every thrust only fueled him more.

You exhale sharply, fisting the sheets beneath you, “Hah, as if.” Mewling when he made a particularly sharp thrust.

Angling his cock in a way that had you seeing stars, “Confident and a tongue of steel, I think I'm in love.”

Fastening his pace, the smacking of skin filled the room. His calloused palms expand across your ass. Grabbing at the generous fat there.

“Please, right there!” You're fisting the sheets hard enough that they might tear, your moans muffled by the pillow beneath you.

“C’mon baby, cum around my cock, want to feel you fall apart f’me,” reaching down, finding your bundle of nerves and swiping his fingers over your aching clit.

You cry out, gummy walls clamping down around him, making him hiss. “Ah-fuck, there we go, baby, just like that.” You did, choking back a moan as you came around him.

His thrusts became more erratic, fucking you through it. You mewled as his hips stuttered, groaning flush against you, thick spurts of cum into the condom. Rolling over to the side, mindful as to not crush you.

You rollover to look at him, a small smirk tugging your lips, “You still didn't make me scream your name.”

His eyes darkened, “Yeah? Guess we'll have to fix that.” feeling his cock twitch back to life inside of you.

The sunlight broke through the cracks in the blinds, painting the room in ghostly blues and yellows, shining directly into his eyes and begrudgingly awakening him from his slumber.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, reaching out, expecting your warmth, only finding the cool sheets instead.

Sobering up, his eyes sweep across the room, no trace of your presence in the room other than the ghost of your embrace.

A sliver of disappointment settled in his heart, but he knew he couldn’t blame you.

Hushed kisses and touches under the flickers of moonlight were just that. Nothing more could come from it. Just two people letting off pent-up frustrations.

Mark couldn’t deny that it was good sex. Hell, amazing sex.

Your softness pressed up against him, sharp breathless remarks that just fuelled his need to fuck you into oblivion.

Cute little moans and whimpers you’d let out, all twitchy when he’d brush your cute clit.

Mark’s hands drift lower past the blanket cover, wrapping firmly around his hardening cock.

Pumping it slowly, thumb brushing the slit of his tip—the same way you did. Shuddering at the rush of pleasure, leaning fully back into the headboard.

God, if he could get an up close look at your pretty pussy. You’d taste even better straight from the source, he knew it.

Thrust his tongue into your clenching hole, circling your clit lazily—just enough to leave you panting and needy.

He’d coo at your desperate pleas, have your plush thighs suffocate the sides of his face.

He’d draw out your pleasure, leaving tears pricking the corners of your eyes, toes curled as you came around his tongue.

Would you cum harder like that? Or maybe if he had you folded over, drilling his cock into you. Getting to see your face scrunched up in delight, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

Whispering how amazing you feel around him, and gripping him just right. Would you bark back with your own retorts? Pulling him impossibly closer—muttering your own slew of filthy demands.

His chest heaved, working himself closer to the edge, lightheaded. You’d look pretty full of his cum, sputtering pleas for more—begging to be filled.

Over and over.

Mark cried out, balls drawing taut as thick ropes of cum painting his toned stomach. Curses hissed through clenched lips, breathing heavily, letting the loll of pleasure course through.

Like him being infatuated with your tits. Who wouldn't? Just flying up and smothering himself in between them. Quite literally the best sleeping place.

So naturally, he'd want to fuck them. It didn't take much convincing from your end, you were curious yourself.

Lips strained, groaning with each roll of his hips against your softness. There was just so much. God, too much. His thrusts stutter, crying out as ropes of cum paint your chest.

So you pushed your tits together, Mark slipped his cock in between them. He swore he could have came right then and there.

You per down at him, watching him struggle to catch his breath. You snort, a well of pride filling your heart. "Was it that good?"

He gave you an incredulous look making a smug smile curling on your lips.

Hell, even when you attempted to give him a blow job he couldn't even last five minutes.

Whimpers tumbled from his lips, your tongue lapping his tip. A pretty flush crawling his cheeks, thrusting lazily into your welcoming mouth.

"Hah, f-fuck! S'good, your mouth feels-ah, good!" Eyes screwed shut, babbling incoherent nonsense.

Got him cumming to the point of shooting blanks with teary eyes. He pats your cheek, trying to urge you away from his spent dick.

"Please, baby, s'to much-ah! Shit! Too much, please n-no more!" You only fastened your pace making his breath hitch.

Fat tears roll freely down his cheeks, cumming spurts down your throat.

But I definitely believe Mark would ask to use her milk and not even a sexual way most of the time. Like I can picture him just having a preference for your milk over time.

Getting to the point he doesn't buy milk anymore. Whats the point when you have your own cow at home that can do it for free💀.

On the occasions when it is sexual, just him bunching up your shirt above your breast and just having at it. Like full fondling and pawing at your sore chest.

Another hand sliding down your cute belly past the band of your shorts finding your throbbing clit.

You mewled, melting under his feverish touch. Thighs clamped around his hand as he diligently swiped taut circles over your pearl.

"C'mon baby, just need a little milk for breakfast. You don't want me starving? Don't you?" He cooed, coaxing you to your orgasm.

Fingers pinching your sensitive nipples, angling them down into his bowl of cereal, your milk pouring into the porcelain bowl.

His lips brushed the side of your face, a puff of pride at your disheveled state. "Thanks baby." Withdrawing his fingers from your drenched folds and retreating with his bowl of cereal.

I high key loving the freakier side of Mark.

When you got a call from Rafayel earlier that day, half expecting the typical dramatics, but not this. Entering his grand studio, reduced to a turbulent mess. Paint brushes lay askew, paint still smeared on their tips.

You maneuvered over them, side-stepping stray sheets of paper scribbled with absurdity. Still no sight of your unruly artist.

“Rafayel? I came as fast as I could!”

“Liar! It’s been forever, it’s practically noon!” Turning to the side, you see him perched on his sofa, lips tugged in a pout. Even when throwing a hissy fit, he somehow looked effortlessly beautiful.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“And what’ve happened if I was in actual grave danger? Without my Miss Bodyguard, how am I supposed to survive?” Tugging you closer towards him, brushing his head in the curve of your neck.

Nuzzling into your warmth, he breathes in your scent. Looping his arms around your plush waist, he unconsciously caresses your pliant flesh.

“I'd die without you there,” he muttered in the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanning your skin makes you shiver.

Pushing his head back, brushing the stray hairs blocking his eyes, “Why’d you even call me? Can't say it's an emergency and keep the details vague.”

Rafayel's lower lip wobbled, “It's terrible! I can't seem to get anything right! It's like my artistic inspiration drowned in the depths of the sea!”

God, his dramatic antics might be the death of you. “And that's my issue because?"

His brows knitted together, “And why wouldn't you? Don't you want to help your poor fishie get his inspiration back?”

You exhaled deeply, “Fine, what do you want me to do?”

“Are you done yet? I'm prepared to see my beautiful muse~”

You were ready. Have been for a while. You stood before the full-length mirror, your body draped in the finest of silks. Layers of pearls cup your breast, trickling down the center of the dress.

It hugged everything just right. From the curve of your belly to the flare of your hips. You were undeniably gorgeous.

You had no idea why Rafayel had this lying around in his home, let alone how he got such fine materials.

You truly did look the part of a goddess. You smoothed out the invisible wrinkles before stepping out of the room.

When his gaze locked on your figure, his ramblings ceased immediately. Jaw slack, eyes roving over every detail.

His supplies lay forgotten at his sides. Taking slow, tentative steps towards you. His hands shy from your waist, as if afraid of tainting its beauty. You caught the faintest twinge of flush on his cheeks.

The long stretch of silence gnawed at your resolve. “Cat got your tongue?”

He didn't respond immediately, as being in memory was his main priority. “Maybe it has. You look stunning,” voice hushed as he leaned down closer. Impossibly close.

You could see the bags forming under his eyes from countless restless nights. His eyes still gleamed bright like the endless tides of the ocean. So full and unwavering.

You pushed yourself away, fighting back the heat crawling up your cheeks.

“Is this alright?” Propped on a stool, the soft silk draped over every cinch, your body twisted suggestively. You felt ridiculous, only comforted by Rafayel’s insistent, gentle praises, which eased your woes.

Admiring your very being, barely sparing the canvas before him a glance, “I should have you pose for me more often. You’re a natural cutie.”

“Almost too good,” he muttered. Paint-stained fingers wrapped around your wrist, lips brushing your pulse. “So good I can barely focus.”

“Rafayel?” He hushed you with a searing kiss, looping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Your soft body contrasts perfectly against his hard planes.

Losing your footing, the two of you went tumbling to the ground. You wince as he nips at your lobe. “God, I can't get enough of you.” sinking his teeth in the juncture of your neck making you yelp.

“Raf! What are you doing!?”

His cheeks puffed up, “Marking what's mine? Duh.” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

His hands trailed down the dress, “So beautiful.” Hiking the fabric past your legs and over your belly.

“You should be draped in the finest of silks forever. It's what you deserve.” Cold fingers paw at your flesh, drifting lower to the waist band of your underwear.

Your breath ragged, lust filled eyes watch his hands work the garment off your body. “A goddess amongst men. I must be blessed to even be in your presence.”

Rafayel lowered himself between your legs, nudging his nose against your dripping heat, groaning against your folds. He inhaled your scent, letting out a low moan, cock twitching in his pants.

He pressed a soft kiss to the hood of your clit. Chuckling watching your clit twitch in anticipation. “So cute, your pussy already knows she's gonna be well taken care of.”

Your legs spread impossibly far; you could already feel your muscles locking up. You hiccupped as Rafayel flattened his tongue on your engorged clit.

“R-Rafayel..hah..s-so good!” Your hands found their way to his head, pressing his face closer in between your legs.

Your body melting under his skilled tongue, calculating eyes watch your every move. Each whimper, moan and groan that escaped your pretty lips.

Rafayel ate you out like a starved man on his last hinges. Thick tongue swiping along your slit, swirling and flicking against your clit. Pressing wet kisses along it as two thick fingers probed your quivering hole.

He groaned as you tugged on his hair, sloppily sucking on your clit. “So pretty baby…my cutie has such a pretty pussy,” muffled against your cunt. Rafayel nuzzled against your inner thighs, “T-the ngh prettiest pussy ever.”

Continuing his feverish assault, taking broad strokes, savouring your sweetness on his tongue.

Like honey drizzled over his taste buds, his mind was drunk on your squirmish pleas and musky scent. His perfect beloved bride. Only you could make his cock impossibly hard.

You mewled, hips shifting away as his thick fingers stretched you out. The obscene squelch of your abused cunt only made his cock leak even more. Curling the tips of his fingers, brushing your sweet spot, making you see stars.

Tears prickled your lashes, threatening to fall. Your gummy walls clamping down against his fingers, “M’fuck! Raf…hah, shit. M’gonna cum!” He only hummed against your pearl.

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my face, cutie?” You nodded, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as your legs shook.

Your body felt inflamed, coaxed into unbearable fire with each languid stroke of his fingers.

One harsh suck on your poor clit was all it took for you to topple over the edge, thighs clamped around his head as your vision blurred.

You melted into Rafayel’s slow caresses, riding out the pleasure. He lapped eagerly at your release, pulling away from your puffy clit with a pop.

You watched him through lidded eyes as he licked your cum off of his fingers, paying no mind to the release and drool dripping down his chin.

Rafayel pinned you down, spreading your thighs further to loop around his hips. “Still with me, love?”

Slender fingers massage the fat of your hips, “Yeah, I’m here.” You smiled at him weakly, thumb swiping over his bottom lip down to his jaw. “Just barely, you’re too good at this.”

“Anything to keep my cutie pleased.” Your hands trailed down his chest, unfastening each button of his shirt.

Your fingers ghosted his chest before trailing lower, your eyes flicker back up to his face, gauging his reaction. Flushed a pretty pink, gaze lidded, following your slow descent.

Your hand paused at his crotch, his cock strained against the fabric of his slacks with a prominent wet patch. “Seems you enjoyed just as much as I did,” thumb pressing down on it.

Rafayel huffed, choking back a moan, “Must you always be this observant, love?” Grinding his hips up into your hand.

“I can’t help it.” Your fingers fiddled with the zipper, You could already see his resolve fraying at its ends. Tugging it low enough for your nimble fingers to slip under his boxers.

Your hands wrapped around him firmly, “You just make it so enjoyable.” His face scrunched with pleasure. Tugging him out and circling the bulbous tip around your abused clit.

Rafayel exhaled a shaky breath, pre cum dripping down, “Yeah?” Dragging it along your folds, collecting your essence.

“Yeah.”

He aligned himself against your quivering hole, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly pushed in. You both moan, the unbearable ache quenched with the delicious stretch of his cock.

“Look at that, your pussy just sucking me in, shit.” Drawing back until it was only the tip inside before slamming back in. You choked out a cry, feeling his cock kiss your cervix.

Your back scraped against the cool tile flooring beneath you. Rafayel has you folded under him, pistoning his cock into your soppy pussy.

Rafayel panted above you, cackling at your fucked out expression.“Aww, you’re grippin' me just right cutie, shit!” Blunt nails digging into your flesh, not letting up on his brutal pace.

“S-so beautiful baby—mmh hah, jus’ like a true goddess.” Mesmerized by the jiggle of your body with each thrust.

He was talking to himself at this point. Gasping as he knocked the breath from your lungs with each delicious drag of his length kissing your womb.

One of his hands finding respite against your cheek, “Hah–My Beloved is taking m'cock so well. You were, ahh, made for this.” Licking a long stripe of your neck, prepping wet kisses down it.

Walls clenching around his length only egged him on even more. “Ahh! It's too much—fuck.” Your pleas go on deaf ears, he only picked up his desperate pace.

Your legs jerked when his cock brushed it, you cried out weakly. Rafayel slowed, rutting against you, “Oh? You like it when I hit here?” He purred, angling his hips just right.

Oh.

Oh.

Your mouth fell slack, back arching off the floor as your orgasm crashed down on you. Gushing around him, your release coats your quivering thighs and his abdomen.

He groaned through clenched teeth, his grip around your waist tightening, “F-fuck—so pretty cutie, hah, squirting around me. You're so pretty.” Even with your hazy vision you could see how close he was.

Face flushed, purple strands sticking to his forehead, ramblings fumbling from his swollen lips. “M'gonna cum, ahh! Don't squeeze me like that , mmph, cumming!”

The most pornographic moan escaped him, slumped over you, cock twitching as thick spurts of cum paint your walls. Rafayel released a shaky breath, riding out the rest of his orgasm with shallow pumps.

You rake your hand through his hair, a woeful smile tugging your lips. “You okay?”

He snorts, his lips tickling the sides of your face, “I should be asking you that. You were just fucked on the floor.”

“So? I was in a pretty dress, that makes up for it." Nimble fingers massage your inner thighs .

“Too bad you made a mess on it.”

Pinching his cheek, your brows knit together, “And who's fault is that?”

“Mine, just means I did a good job.”

You roll your eyes, “You're insufferable.”

I think either Prisoner or Viltrumite Mark is tied in the lead, with OG Mark following close behind. Like, they give off the vibes that they will put your pleasure first and have you crying from overstimulation right after.

Imagine OG Mark and Viltrumite Mark holding you down as Prisoner eats you out like a man starved. Suckling greedily on your puffy clit, thick fingers stuffed in your twitchy hole.

Sobbing as the other two paw and nip at your sensitive nipples. Lapping for any drop of your sweet milk.

Mohawk and Sinister seem like the most competitive. The two are definitely the most rough. Way too impatient to wait for either of their turns, they just opt to shove both of their cocks in at the same time.

Taunting you endlessly as you tumble to an overwhelming orgasm. Tugging at your tail and ears, cooing when you whine each time.

Holy shit this is getting more and more diabolical each time.