do you still want me?

He shouldn't be doing this; neither of you should be doing this.

Yet even as the neighbourhood's block party rages outside, the two of you are still going, still fucking like he isn't your next-door neighbour and new friend of your father, but the idea of stopping makes him groan with dissatisfaction. The two of you are too far gone to stop now, not since he's already two loads deep and working on a third, and certainly not now that he's finally got you worked open enough that your whimpering and twitching had become limp moans, weak bucking hips, and fingers white at the knuckles as you grip the ruined sheets under you.

Fuck, he should pull out, should have done that the first time he came, but in for a penny, in for a pound.

So he's groaning, grinding his hips into your ass as he cums, still pumping thick ropes into you as his cock visibly pulses with his high. Shit, as he pulls back, the flare of the tip of his cock is the only thing that keeps most of this load and the last inside you, licking his lips, he grunts before pushing forward again, still hard and still ready to go just one more round.

Just one more round, he's been muttering that to you since the first jerk of his hips, since well before the two of you stumbled into bed together, if the long nights alone looking at all those pretty beach pictures of you and your friends out drinking have anything to say for themselves. He's only just got you like this, and he's not willing to let you go just yet. An old bull like him can still pull a few more tricks, and maybe a few more orgasms out of you before he calls it a night.

For once in his life, the weight of his horns is beginning to get to him, the two heavy bone protrusions and their gold band decorations making his neck hurt as he looks down at where his cock disappears into you again.

Fuck it, he'll book a massage for the both of you tomorrow, but for now he needs to make up for all the cum that dribbled out of you, and he needs to make up for it now.

imagine their teeth accidentally pressing too hard against your neck during sex, drawing blood at your most vulnerable spot.

you can’t control the way you react, panic spreading through your senses as you body registers a your partner as a threat.

your body goes limp and your limbs freeze up, hole clenching impossibly tight around your partner as your body seizes, your body's natural reaction leaving you limp.

they try to pull off of you and you whine, not wanting your second nature to ruin the moment with them.

they’re quick to assure you, soothing your body with soft shallow thrusts, fucking you through your panic until your body has calmed back down.

Forsaken : Lance, Doombringer, Telamon, Azure. Elliot

Genshin : Zhongli, Baizhu, Varka, Childe, Kinich