warglaives of azzinoth

Tyler's voice sounded so far away as the pressure in your lower stomach wound tighter and tighter, walls quivering pathetically, growing even wetter with each well-timed thrust, hips pushing back against him, dutifully fucking yourself on his member, making him groan.

- Fuck, that's it, taking it so well f'me.

The sounds from your union could only be described as obscene, the gush of your slick, squelching, ruining his sheets and the slap of skin on skin getting even harder to control as both of you grew high on mind-numbing pleasure.

- Gonna cum soon, fuck... where do you want it, hon?

The moan that tore from your throat had his palm pressing against your mouth, effectively silencing you, the movement of his hips slowing then coming to a stop. You could've cried as your high ebbed away, trying to fuck yourself on him only to feel his iron grip still your futile attempts.

- Need you to be really quiet, hon. Can't let my uncle hear how needy my girl is, these pretty sounds belong to me only.

You nodded slowly, trying to blink the tears away just for your vision to come back. The mention of what lay on the other side of his bedroom wall making your head spin. Is he awake? Can he hear what a good girl you are for his nephew? Would he imagine what it would be like if it was him instead of Tyler working himself deep into you?

- That's my good girl, now, tell me, where do you need my cum?

The hushed words had hope creeping in, cunt tightening around his pulsing length as he started to move again maddeningly, withdrawing almost fully then sinking back in deep. He let his grip fall to catch your throat in his palm again, a silent warning should you be too loud for his liking.

- O-oh, Ty-Tyler..

You squirmed as his fingers found your clit again, dragging against the slick skin.

- Need it in me, pl-please.

Your voice sounding so raw and broken against his eardrums and the breathy truth made him groan again. Forehead pressed to yours awkwardly from this angle, you could watch the flutter of his eyes, how his nostrils flared, giving into the urge to claim you completely. You were already coming undone, arms and legs shaking with the effort of keeping yourself up, letting him abuse your oversensitive cunt.

With a broken sob, you acknowledged the fact that he denied your request again as he yanked himself free and painted your lower back with his spend, one shot missed by the urgent strokes of his hand, landing against your puffy folds, making you whine yet again at the feeling of his sticky, hot cum drooling down all the way to your clit.

After finally catching your breath again, you leaned back to claim his lips. He caressed your sides lovingly, tongue rolling against your own, nearly, just nearly making your head spin again, you let him draw you in, carefully avoiding the mess he created on your back. When you broke away, you pushed yourself to your feet, Tyler gently balancing you on shaky legs. You let him put his shirt around your shoulders.

- Want me to help you clean up? - his grin made your stomach flutter, you bit your lip and shook your head.

- You'll be up still when I come back? I want my before bedtime cuddles.

- Haven't you gotten them already?

You shoved a pillow in his face, before he held up his hands in mock defense, then shuffled out of his room, trying your best to be quiet.

The bathroom door clicked shut, removing Tyler's shirt from around you, you stepped in the shower, letting the hot water warm your skin, making you relax instantly. The familiar ache between your thighs softly dying down, heartbeat finally even as something new sat heavily in your stomach. Shame and guilt, you presumed..

Tyler was the best thing that could've happened to you, of that, you were certain. He was really everything that you seeked in a man. So then why did the way his uncle smiled at you warmly in the morning after sleeping over made your cheeks flush and gaze avert his? Why did the tendonds flexing in his arms as he exercised his ability made your breath halt and mind go blank? Why did you secretely wish that your soft whines and moans for him would wake him up so that he could hear all the noises you'd so enthusiastically make for him and him only had he been the one so deep inside of you?

You had no idea when this secret infatuation of yours had begun, all you knew was that one day, when you were left alone with him as Tyler needed to work on his day off due to one of his employees calling in sick, you'd found yourself fascinated by the way his mind worked, how enraptured and resolute he was in his work, his true passion, it seemed. It also wasn't a factor that helped your case that Isaac was indeed, very easy on the eye, with undeniable similarities between himself and his nephew. He was several years older than you, but still appeared youthful, even though he was more of a man than your boyfriend. The thought made you cringe as you sighed and willed your imagination to a halt.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, not bothering to dry yourself with it properly. You scooped up Tyler's shirt from the floor and tossed it into the laundry bin.

Getting on your tiptoes to make your way back to Tyler's room, - a habit now, really - you closed the bathroom door silently. A small shriek left your lips as you collided with a solid chest, a large hand pressing to your mouth to silence you. Your eyes widened, heartbeat significantly increasing. You could half make out the shimmer of deep brown eyes staring back at you, expression unreadable save for the slow tug upwards of his lips.

The raspy chuckle of her invader instantly made her feel safe, body relaxing again, reclining against the soft pillows.

- Isaac? How did you get in?

She felt him reach over her to switch on her lights, the ones that made her room just a bit dimly-lit, lights flickering softly for a moment, just as her eyes, trying to adjust to the soft lights. A weak protest left her, but he chided her instantly.

- Need to see you, sweetheart.

He felt him reach again inside the soft, excuse of underwear, the pads of his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with soft, feather-light circles. She whined again, trying to press closer for more.

- So eager, fuck... so needy for me.

His other hand worked to get rid of her night shirt, popping the buttons open, freeing her pretty tits. She shivered, nipples peaking just by watching his eyes darken, pupils blown wide.

He leaned in then to press a soft kiss on her lips, tongue tracing the side of her neck, biting teasingly on the sensitive skin. When he reached her breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, tongue tracing, teeth tugging, then sucking softly, while his thumb worked her aching clit, and his middle finger circled her soaked entrance.

- My good girl getting so wet for me again? - he teased, you could feel the smirk in his voice. He bit down a bit more roughly, making her yelp.

- Y-yes, please, Isaac.. I-I need...

She couldn't finish her thought before he gave her what she wanted, his finger penetrating her cunt, moving with high intent, curling it sweetly.

He watched her, entranced by the way she gave into him completely, her noises flowing freely from parted lips, brows knitting together. The way her hips writhed in tandem with his flexing hand, attempting to ride his finger.

- More, please, don't stop... - the plea came wrecked, but he obliged instantly, his ring finger joining in, stretching and curling, abusing that sweet, spongy spot that made her tighten around his digits.

His cock straining painfully against the material of his pants, leaking precum, making a mess he couldn't condone.

He yanked his hand out of her panties, made quick work of his clothes, yanking the belt off, fumbling just enough to free himself from the confines, pressing his lenght against her folds, coating himself in her slick, smearing his precum onto her clit, rubbing his tip against it in maddening little circles. She could feel her walls clench around the aching emptiness, whining, fingers reaching for his tip, catching in the mess of their combined slick, cheeks aflame. He pulled his hand back, letting her pleasure herself using his throbbing cock, watching with a grin as she guided him to her fluttering hole, pushing the tip inside, inhaling sharply as she stretched around the first inch. He ground his hips slowly, inching in deeper, her shaky gasps and the steady watering of her eyes telling him that she needed time to adjust.

- Shhh, you're alright, pretty girl. Look how nice you're taking me. Don't worry, we'll make it fit perfectly.

He rubbed the inside of her thigs, sitting back to watch the place where he disappeared into her tight, wet cunt. His skin glistening in the low lights every time he drew back, thumb attached to her needy clit, rubbing her steadily. He was all the way in now, pushing his hips lovingly, spreading her pretty thighs wider. His girl taking him so well that he groaned, a low sound, half-locked in his chest, making her walls tighten around him. He leaned down to capture her lips with his, greedily swallowing every moan, tongue tracing her own, sucking her pretty lips into his mouth.

- Oh, oh, pleasepleaseplease, I n-need..

- Shhh, good girl. I know what you need, let me make you feel good.

He kept his steady, slow tempo that allowed her to feel every inch of his length as the tip bumped fevereshly against her cervix, making her whine and her grip on his shoulders intensify. He withdrew his thumb, only to play with her pretty nipples, making her sensitive.

- Oh! Feel so-so full. - the broken sob was heavenly, he thought as his eyes took in her expressions, watching her eyelids flutter, the way her face contorted in pleasure. Her pretty, kiss-swollen lips parted for sharp intakes of breath, teeth occasionally biting down her lower lip to prevent the needy moans for him escaping.

- Yeah, my girl's all full of me now?

His grin was wicked as he pressed his hips impossibly closer against her own, bottoming out and staying there for a long moment, cock throbbing, head nudging her cervix, her cunt quivering around him in response. He watched with delight as her eyes rolled back, moving her hips in circles for more friction. He granted her wish, pulled out then with bruising force, slammed back in.

- Oh, fuck-

He adored how he could render her to a moaning mess once he sped up, the snap of his body against hers too loud during the quietness of the night, the wet squelching from the gush of her slick making the apples of her cheeks flare. The whiny, seemingly-endless gasps of his name made him rut desperately, chasing her high, one hand reaching awkwardly between their bodies and finding her clit, rubbing it with enhanced intention. Oh, how glad she was that her housemates weren't home, how good it felt to not needing to lock the desperate, breathy noises in her chest while he had his way with her.

- Mmhm, I'm-I.... so close, please-

- That's my pretty girl. I can feel you clenching around me, you want it so bad, don't you?

She managed only some soft, nonsense in response, pleas and demands blurring into one with the chant of his name. Her eyes screwing shut, walls fluttering around him, fingers burying themselves in his hair, nails digging in the nape of his neck, making him hiss.

- Let me have it then, be so fucking good and cum for me.

He angled his hips so that she could feel him abusing that oh-so sweet spot inside of her that made her see stars. His fingers on her clit unrelenting, drawing tight circles, her hips bucking away from the stimulation, the override of sensations too much. She felt the tension in her lower stomach tighten to a painful degree, then with one well-aimed thrust she was soaking him, the hot mess making his mind numb, chasing his own release methodically. Only one goal: to fill her to the brim, make her take it all like such a good girl she was for him. His cock twitching, pressing even deeper still, carving a place inside of her for just his pleasure as he shot hot ropes of cum against her cervix, grinding low against her clit, making her overstimulated, gasping and crying for every drop he offered.

He collapsed next to her, pulling her back against his chest, his large hand resting against her lower belly. He could feel the seep of their mixed slick slowly coating his thigh. She soundly drifted back to sleep, not minding the sticky mess covering them and her bedsheets.

- Mhmm, we need to clean up, love. - his voice rough as he too, felt sleepiness weigh him down.

- Just a minute...

He only laughed, tired and thoroughly sated.

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When she regained consciousness the first thing she felt was the fullness.

- Oh... - her lips parted on a gasp as she slowly half-came back to reality.

Isaac had his palms against her hips, thumbs rubbing circles against her skin, hips pushing against her ass, the sticky mess between her thighs uncomfortable, her walls contracting around his cock buried to the hilt inside of her sensitive cunt. She closed her eyes, whined, too sleepy to do anything but take him, let him rut against her, pin her to him.

- Fuck, just look at you, always so ready for me.