I GOT IT DONE IN TIME FOR MOTHER’S DAY! FUCK! YES! HAHAHAHA!
Alright, enjoy your porn pervs. I hope it’s plausible enough that immersion isn’t broken. If you enjoy it, tell me what about it you liked. If you thought something could be done better, tell me that too.
And before you say it, yes, I realize it’s very long. Sometimes you have to READ. Wow. besides, the entire thing is frisky, it’s just that sexy times don’t start til like halfway through.
Sex isn’t super serious for everyone. If a couple is comfortable with the act and with each other, it can be a lot of fun and games, not just silent sweaty nastiness where two people rut. Yes, I realize that a massive dick the size of a Bad Dragon dildo isn’t plausible, but shush and let me have my kinks.
Tags: Cheating/Infidelity, Female Domination, Male Submission, Older Woman, Interracial (By sheer technicality), MILF, Strangling, Big Dick (Energy), Cuddling (How lewd)
“Thank you so much again for helping me clean up, Jaune. It’d have been a nightmare to deal with all this alone.” The woman gestured toward several full trash bags, an assortment of now-clean pots and pans and cooking utensils, as well as plates and bowls and cups and eating utensils. The celebration of Blake’s return home had been large due to the number of guests that the youngest Belladonna brought along, but also wild, because of her parents’ relief to finally have their baby girl back home.
“It really was no problem for me Missus Belladonna. Your joy was infectious, and I like to help good people.” Kali smiled at the young man who’d stayed behind after the celebrations (which had carried on into the early morning) to help her clean up. Hell, he’d looked ready to do it on his own!
He seemed to be a kind, hardworking kid, which seemed to be something of a rarity. Or maybe she just wasn’t looking in the right places for them. She’d spent the time they were cleaning talking with him, getting to know him better than she could during the festivities. He was honest, and even an open book, telling the whole truth even when he could have omitted embarrassing things. His expression when not being engaged seemed to default to boredom or a neutral frown, but his smile practically shined at her, and just passive conversation lended him a softened expression.
And he was attractive too. He was fairly tall, which was a plus. He was strong (a fact displayed when he nonchalantly lifted a none-too-light decorative piece and moved it out of the way while they cleaned), but not as overly bulky like her own husband. His short, stylishly ruffled (was that deliberate?) blond hair looked well-kept, shiny but not oily, and soft-looking. And his face… it was young, but held hints of a relatable stress. It didn’t have the deeply engraved stress lines, another thing that made him unlike her husband, nor did he have prominent laugh lines, but he had lines settled under his eyes. Unfortunate little things that she could bet were caused by nights of lost sleep and tears. Considering how hard a worker he seemed to be, she couldn’t imagine they were caused by silly teenage shenanigans of last minute studying and broken hearts.
Overall, he’d been helpful, he seemed to appreciate her company, he was young and attractive, and although he had probably not lived to see the hardest parts of life just yet, he was more relatable, more mature, than most kids his age.
And with her interest stoked, it all culminated into her next words, words she’d thought but certainly had never intended to say.
“Hm… perhaps you’d like a reward…?” She’d closed the distance between them rapidly, stopping just short of his personal space. Still socially acceptable, but only just.
Stop! Oum, Kali, you’re literally old enough to be his mother!
She’d managed to control herself as she raised her hand to rest it on his chest, but it was obvious she’d moved her hand, and she quickly tried to play it off as her reaching for her wallet. He seemed to notice the strange pause, then abrupt change of course of her arm, and a questioning expression took his face. She could practically hear him taking full stock of the situation and every implication in his mind. It was silent, but his flash of understanding was as loud as the clatter of a falling guillotine.
To her anxious surprise, rather than back away with startled exclamations, a dark blush exploded across his cheeks, practically demanding it be seen. More interesting to her was the way he drifted ever so slightly closer, only millimeters past the point of her personal space and social acceptability. His bashful expression was turned away from her, but she could see the effort he was putting into meeting her dumbfounded gaze.
“A-ah, well… uh… I- I really don’t need one… I just wanted to help… thought it might be appreciated and all…” It was kind of cute how this teen, despite being stronger than her, just an inch shy of being a foot taller than her, and being a career combatant, was so… deferential to her. He seemed so much smaller than her in that moment.
“Oh, I certainly appreciate it…”
Alright! Alright. Let’s just think this through. If I’m really doing this, then it should be all legal as soon as I get consent. Implied consent just won’t do. I need to know he actually wants this.
Setting her fingers on his skin, she pressed against his jaw to make him face her. He seemed to unconsciously adjust himself to her height, leaning against a wall so he didn’t fall because of his angled legs. It made her part easier as she brought their faces closer. It was only her hard-earned self-control that stopped her from claiming his lips right then.
“Jaune… are you absolutely sure you’re okay with this kind of reward?” It’d been a breathy question, but an honest one. He must have seen some sort of hesitance in her eyes, she could tell her face was furrowed in concern.
And like that, a sort of disappointment filled his eyes. His shoulders hadn’t slumped, so he didn’t feel dejected… but then what…?
Was… was he disappointed at her?!
The trance state they’d found themselves in seemed to wilt some, and though the magic wasn’t gone entirely, their thoughts were certainly clearer.
Like sand slipping through her fingers, he seemed to turn he head slightly away, not very far, but enough that they weren’t looking straight at each other anymore. “Ah, sorry… um… please don’t take this the wrong way, because you’re very attractive, but I just… I don’t think you’re quite like the kind of woman I’d… uh… want…”
Okay, ow. That kind of hurts. A lot.
Disappointment settled in her own chest and quickly expanded, but she took a respectful step away from him, allowing him to stand with his legs directly under him. She tried to play it off, but there was no pretty way to ask her burning question. “And… what kind of woman do you think you’d be interested in…?” She was sure it came off as desperate, but the question was already asked and there was nothing to be done for it now.
A certain shine entered his eye. It wasn’t like any of the ones before, hopeful. “Hm… I guess an assertive woman? Someone who doesn’t really care what I think and just kinda… takes whatever she wants from me… someone who’d… use me…” And with whispered words, it clicked. The pervert (because his desires were absolutely perverted) wanted to be dommed!
Implied consent will have to do.
Like a tidal wave, the atmosphere had returned. He must have noticed, because she saw a new look in his eye. The little tramp was taunting her. Daring her to take him. In response to the narrowing of her eyes at the perceive (and oh so very real) challenge, She saw a mischievous smile overtake his lips before he could swiftly smother it, clearly trying to hide what he thought of her realization.
Relief clashed with her pride, because he wanted this as much as she did, but he also had just called her ability to take charge, her dominance, into question. Before now, she’d never considered herself to be overly-dominant, or even concerned with it. But something about having her superiority called into question by someone who actively wanted to be beneath her, rubbed her the wrong way.
And with those indignant thoughts in mind, she’d glided back into his personal space. With a hand against his chest, she had him pinned to the wall again, and another hand cupped his jaw, thumbing his cheek.
“M-missus Belladonna, please stop. I- I already said no!” She felt him press his palms into her abdomen in a weak attempt to push her away.
But she was having none of it. She pressed her thumb into his cheek, digging it in and uncaring if it hurt him. (Realistically she’d watched his reaction to make sure she wasn’t overstepping any unspoken bounds.) She leaned her face even closer into his, close enough that she could feel his misty breath tickle her skin. “Shut up. I want to ‘reward’ you, and I’m going to get what I want.”
She felt him attempt to shake her grasp off and pull his face away, but her fingers held firm as she laid a deceptively soft kiss on his lips. To her further relief, he moaned into the kiss, leaning in for a flash of a second before he jolted back. She hadn’t given him room to pull away from the kiss and followed him as he craned his neck back. At a point, he couldn’t move his head any further back as he tapped his skull against the wall. Assured that he couldn’t move away any further, she crushed her lips against his, as though she was trying to shove his head through the wooden planks with a searing kiss.
His piteous groan was (and this was a stereotype she’d never live down) like catnip. Her old heart fluttered in a way that she hadn’t felt for what seemed like a decade, maybe more. It was a forgotten feeling, for sure.
She broke away with a harsh gasp. The air should have been cool, but their bodies were certainly warming up, and her burning lungs were only somewhat appeased.
Somehow, he was in a better state than her. He was panting, yes, but he looked ready for the next round, flushed face and all. His face didn’t give them impression that he was looking forward to the next round (his eyes told another tale), but he was certainly prepared.
Unrepentant, Kali ran her fingers through his hair, tangling them in soft, threaded gold. At the same time, she’d ensured he could only face her as she placed kisses on his cheeks and throat. She pleasantly noted that he’d even tried to resist, crumpling his neck and ensuring his jaw guarded his soft neck. He failed, of course, but she’d rewarded the effort with more butterfly-soft kisses along his jawline.
“K-Kali, please… what if someone finds out? What about Ghira and Blake?” That’d given her pause. If she were really forcing herself on him, this would be an attempt to guilt-trip or threaten her, to get her to back off in fear of possible consequences. The reality of the situation was, he was giving her a chance of her own to back out, reminding her of what kind of fire she was playing with. Instead it just reminded her what kind of reward she was playing for. He was just… so… sweet.
“Kali, is it? What happened to ‘Missus Belladonna’? Oh, don’t look at me like that… I don’t mind, I like it in fact. It makes me wonder though…” She tapped their foreheads together, big golden eyes demanding the truth from ‘frightened’ blue. “Did you enjoy that kiss? I certainly did…”
He seemed, for a moment, truly entranced with her. His eyes, which had betrayed him from the beginning, strained and tightened ocular muscles, his pupils contracting tightly at the sight of her. It was a subtle cue she’d learned to notice during meetings when she supported her husband at the head of the old White Fang. Seeing it here, now, in the eyes of this young man, stunned her. He wanted her, and that… that was a feeling she’d craved for some time.
She moved in for another kiss, and this time he didn’t put up so much as a token resistance. She took a moment to appreciate the warmth of his lips meshed against her so softly. They were almost pillow-like in how they melded against hers. They were warm too, like curling in a blanket next to a heater in the middle of winter.
The second kiss was firmer than the first, and a lonesome thought in the back of her head speculated that his lips may very well bruise. A thought that gained her favor, and she pushed against him that much harder, hoping to make that mental image a reality.
She’d regretfully pulled away again when she felt her lungs enduring a repeat performance. This time, it seemed Jaune was in as dire straits as her. His jaw hung open as he heaved for breath, saliva collecting on his displayed tongue. Hypnotized, she watched it collect and flow to the tip of his tongue. She watched as a droplet formed and the weight of the continuously supplied spit made a string that fell between them. What she knew of biology was that saliva became stickier and more viscous as a person became aroused. She neither knew, not cared why, but seeing the long strand finally break off, she could guess what it meant for her partner.
By the time she could control her focus once more, her breath was back, and she decided that three was a lucky number. To her private glee, he’d even moved to meet her kiss. She’d rewarded his strangely erotic salivation and acceptance of his role with a rough swipe of her tongue against his lips. Seeing the demand for what it was, he’d parted them, and carefully pushed his tongue forward to probe the newly available mouth.
She’d had different ideas, however. Tilting her head to meld her mouth against his even closer than before, she’d rammed her tongue none-too-gently into his mouth, crashing it against his and taking in his flavor.
He hadn’t eaten much that night, she’d noticed even before they decided to have to enjoy themselves. Rather than tasting remnants of food or drink, the saliva she’d coated her tongue with during it’s impromptu stay in another mouth was mint-flavored.
Oh my god, he’s literally sweet! Like gum, or a peppermint stick…
She loved mint. It was decided then and there.
From now on, kissing is going to have a lot of tongue.
She sighed into the kiss, something of a cross between content and desire. Their lips came apart, though their tongues lingered outside of their mouths a moment longer.
She was sure it made for a lewd scene not unlike the ones in those books her daughter read. A thirty-six-year-old housewife having an affair with a boy less than half her age. Blushing and panting and a string of drool linking their hesitantly parting tongues like a red string of fate.
And why not complete that scene…?
She took a step away from him, giving him room to breath before she took his hand. Without releasing her hold on him, she turned around and wordlessly began walking towards one of the room’s exits. The hallway, at the end of which was Jaune’s guest room.
Like she was the pied piper incarnate, he followed without question. It fit, she supposed. He was a child when compared to her, and she was definitely doing something wrong. Two parallels, right there.
But she’d started this, and she’d commit. She was never one to half-ass anything. This… she was hesitant to call it a game… this… ‘kind of fun’, dangerous as it was, was the most excitement she’d had in years.
Jaune’s room was in the west wing of the manor, as were his friends’, Lie Ren and Sun Wukong. The girls’ rooms were in the west wing. A conscious decision on Ghira’s part. It also meant there were fewer people to discover them through any twist of fate. Ghira’s- their room, was located close to the center of the manor, to maintain a separation from the guests and to hinder assassins that came from any direction.
“It should be obvious, but be quiet. I doubt the girls or Ghira are close enough to be able to hear, but the same can’t be said for Messrs. Sun and Ren…”
“I… I don’t know about Sun, he seems to be a heavy sleeper… and Ren sleeps through literal explosions.”
She could hear the fond smile in his voice, though he seemed to try to repress it for sake of the scenario, and nodded. That was good to know. She waved the matter away from her mind as she pulled him into his guest room.
And there they stood, together and in private. The room had decorations, little plants and a table and hanging art, but the area of most interest was the bed. It was large enough to allow for some rolling around, but certainly not the largest bed available on the market. She’d see what she could do about getting a bed with ample space, she rather liked rolling around in bed, during sex and just in general.
Parting her lips, she nearly asked him to get on the bed. Instead, she roughly shoved him onto it. She was rewarded by an excited yelp. Without explanation, she descended onto his form, a flurry of hands and kisses.
She’d seen his combat getup, mostly light armor over thick clothing. His casual wear was a far cry from that, being a simple white t-shirt and grey cargo shorts. Or maybe he wore lighter casual clothing than he would elsewhere to combat Menagerie’s heat?
The heat was certainly getting to her at any rate. She bucked her hips against his thigh, trying to sate her growing desires for the moment.
She got to work, beginning to shed her clothing. Her top went first, the removal of the buckle saw the entire ‘shirt’ discarded. Jaune watched, idle but interested. Only until she raised a dangerous brow.
“Strip. Now.” She watched him hesitantly shuffle his shirt off, and unmounted him to let him get his shorts off. He seemed to understand the implication of the action, but was agonizingly slow about it. As she reached behind her to undo her hakama’s belt, a wicked idea came to mind. She bounced off the bed and stepped back to give him enough space to follow suit.
“Take off my hakama for me, would you?” It wasn’t really a question. He made to walk behind her to fiddle with the belt when she stopped him.
“No. Get on your knees, in front of me.” He seemed confused for a moment, but did so regardless. Kneeling before her, he was tall enough to kiss her abdomen. Reaching up and around, he fiddled with the knot tied at the small of her back.
She took the opportunity to discard her bracelets, tossing them over her partner and letting them clatter onto the tea table in the center of the room. She considered taking off her arm warmers, but left them on. They were a lot of trouble to remove and put back on, and they weren’t exactly in the way.
Jaune was struggling to undo a knot he couldn’t see. That was fine by her, it gave her time to run her fingers through his hair some more. Staring down at the bashful blond, she likened her ministrations to petting a dog. He shyly looked off to the side, but leaned against her when she started playing with his hair.
When the knot finally gave way to his twitching fingers, the loosened sash slackened and her heavy skirt dropped to the ground. With his work done, he pulled away.
Left in her cheongsam, her tabi socks having been kicked off a while ago, she let a silence hold the room as they admired each other. He wasn’t a ball of bulging muscle, nor was he too thin or flabby. In the words of an old story from her childhood, he was just right. His cargo shorts had been kicked off the side of the bed, and now he kneeled before her in just his boxers.
It had been some time since someone had admired her, let their eyes shamelessly gaze on her body. She supposed her tight cheongsam was enthralling to the younger man, giving him shape but not detail.
Quietly, she considered where to go from there. She’d never really been in this position. She and Ghira had never done anything like this. In fact, their sex life, what little of it there was, had been vanilla. She, of course, had been interested in branching out and experimenting, but it just never happened. Never the time or opportunity.
Tentatively, she peeled her dress open, slowly revealing more of her body. Letting it fall to the floor, she gave him a shaky grin, filled with confidence she didn’t feel an ounce of. A blush dusted the bridge of her nose and cheeks, reflecting his own blush.
She could see his erection stabbing against his underwear. If she had to guess, he was sizable, because she could see it shifting towards the slit in the center of his boxers where it wouldn’t be held back.
“Well, now we’re even…” She hummed as he demurely nodded. “Hm… why don’t we go a step further? Remove my panties for me. You may not use your hands to take them off, and if I’m not aroused by the time they’re off then I’ll have to punish you.” She watched his ears redden to the very tips. At a crawling pace, he leaned in, laying his lips against her thigh.
Letting him go at his own pace (for now), she considered reaching around her back to unclasp her bra. Instead, she mentally shrugged and pulled it over her head, stripping herself of it like a shirt.
Returning her attention to Jaune, she shuddered. The warmth his hands transfused into the soft flesh of her thighs was definitely arousing. Not that she expected he would notice, with his eyes locked with hers. There was something special in the way he stared up at her, submissive and desiring only her pleasure. It made her body hum with excitement.
While he massaged her calves and rubbed her legs, she felt his lips pressing higher and higher. His kisses would linger longer the closer he got to his final destination. He would hold her between his teeth and nibble, then gently sigh on the area when he took his ministrations away. While he sucked on his newest targeted spot, she’d taken a fistful of his hair. Keeping his mouth against her, she had him follow her as she backed up to lean against a wall.
When her impromptu relocation was done, he gave her a shy smile, and licked a long path up her thigh and to her waistband. Pushing his tongue under the band and pulling it between his teeth, he made sure she watched carefully, pulling the band down. Repeating the process on the other side of her panties, the cloth was held just below her slick folds, a string of liquid sticking to the center of the stained underwear and leading back to her crotch.
He watched her lips move in tandem with her breathing, almost pulsing, and letting out another dollop of her lubricant to fall down along the string. Shining amber met crystalline blue, and he kissed her womanhood. His lips pressed against hers, lewdly coating his lips in her flavor.
“Are you aroused, Kali…?”
It had been a teasing question, but in this moment he couldn’t look more innocently interested in her reaction. She shuddered.
“Yes… gods, yes…” She roughly took hold of a fistful of hair and practically forced his face into her pussy. “Eat me out you little fucking… ngh! You slut!” For just a moment, they both froze. Where the hell had that come from?! She realized he wasn’t moving, and suddenly she anxiously wondered if she overstepped her bounds.
And then he groaned into her, and suddenly he assured her, through the lovely act of oral, that he was absolutely not offended. If anything, he seemed pleased with her, as though she’d complimented him.
While his tongue lapped at her surface, never dipping in further than a teasing prod, she used her grasp of his head to grind against his face, stimulating her clitoris. The more excited he made her, the more demanding she became.
“Enough! You’re going to stick that tongue in my pussy or so help me!” She didn’t really have a threat lined up, of course. She didn’t want to threaten him with physical harm, even if she knew he could take it. That said she didn’t really know how she would actually go about punishing him.
Of course, if he knew any of that, he wasn’t keen on telling. He obediently twirled his tongue along the sides as he went deeper. She didn’t expect that her pussy tasted very good, if it tasted like anything at all, but the way he was humming in delight would be enough to fool the best of them. Kali muttered her approval.
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, ngh… yes…” Without prompting, she pushed him away and clamped down on her climax, stopping it from so much as starting. She panted and leaned against the wall, coming down from the high. When she felt like she could move freely without climaxing, she pushed off the wall.
Her partner had waited, of course. It was strange, how subservient he was. Despite her fear of misstepping a few times however, she was enjoying tonight far more than she had any other night.
She didn’t need to maintain an image, or politely ask. Here, she could take. She could take and take and take from him without ever giving a single thing in return, and she loved it.
There was a quiet kind of guilt at that thought. She… she didn’t want to treat him like that, he’d been nothing but perfect tonight, and it seemed so… selfish. Ugly. Taking another look at him, she decided she could definitely give back. Besides, if they were going to fuck, then she’d rather he not go in dry. Her handful of experience reminded her just how unpleasant it could really be.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.” As he rose to do so, she knelt to do her part. She hooked her fingers around his waistband and tugged. They didn’t come off right away, it seemed his erection was holding them still, like a coat on a hook. Giving a harder yank, they fell to his ankles, then off onto the floor.
It also had the side effect of erection bouncing back up from the force and grazing her nose.
“Oh holy shit!” The brat let out a snort that he quickly tried to hide with a cough. He wasn’t fast enough. “And for that, you’re not allowed to cum.” Cheeky brat that he was, he still gave her a little smile.
With a roll of her narrowed eyes, she wondered how she was going to go about this. It was… large. As in, freakishly so. It would likely hurt to put inside her, which only meant she needed even more so to lube it up. Still, this couldn’t be natural. She wasn’t confident she could comfortably fit this in her mouth…
To get the ball rolling at the very least, she gave the tip a wet kiss. The more lubrication she could get on this dick, the better. Spitting in her hand, she rubbed it on the tip and spread it down the shaft, lubing the top.
In a bold move, she quickly massaged her jaw and opened her mouth wide enough to pull it in without grinding her teeth against it. Kali leaned forward to set the tip on her tongue, and took a deep breath before enclosing her lips around it and beginning to massage her tongue against it.
She tilted her head side to side, spreading more spit and licking as much of him as she could. Drool pooled in her mouth and fell past her lips, dripping down his length. It worked to her favor, and she was able to start jerking him off. She started with one hand, but quickly applied her second when she realized she wouldn’t surround it in its entirety.
Her fingers and tongue ran over grotesque veins, and she tried to use her grip on the base of his dick to push it further into her mouth. She almost gagged, but her idle self-training on lonely nights and a tradition of snacking on bananas when she got frisky saved her from a painful noise. Pulling herself off of his dick, she gasped for breath.
“This cock is disgusting. Massive and veiny. It’s unnaturally thick and grotesque.” She licked her lips, jerking him off to keep him hard. “And your precum is awful. I have to wonder about those whorish moans you were letting out when I was fucking your face.”
She angled his cock up and away with one hand, and fondled his balls with the other. They filled her hand, and then some. His sack was warm and soft. She never understood why ballsacks were sometimes shriveled and dry, then other times warm and malleable. She pulled it to her, giving it a light squeeze before pressing her face into it, letting his nuts sit on either side of her nose and inhaling the musk, kissing each of them.
“That got quite the reaction…” She grasped his testicles, sinking her fingers into burning hot flesh, and squeezed, pulling them every which way and tapping them, even when she began blowing him again.
She did gag this time, when he accidentally bucked his hips and she felt her throat warp to accommodate something far too large. He’d rushed to apologize, but she silenced him with a glare.
She wondered if the effect was diminished by the dick in her throat?
It didn’t seem like it, because he quieted down almost instantly, still watching her with thinly-veiled concern. Sweet of him, but annoying.
With a mantra of mind-over-matter stuck on repeat in her head, she slowly began moving back and forth, slackening her jaw and not caring if her teeth ran along his shaft. So long as she didn’t scrap the tip, he probably wouldn’t be hurt anyway.
Once he’d gotten past a certain point, it seemed like it was easier to just… slide him down her throat. Like an army breaking through the door, once the barrier was out of the way it all just funneled in. She experimented with her throat, moving whatever her muscles would allow, making a sort of drinking motion with something decidedly not liquid.
It drove him insane, she was pleased to note. He was laid on the bed, fingers clawing as his neck and gasping for control. Was he fighting a climax? She certainly hoped so, she wanted to torture him a little for the night’s cheekiness. She tried humming, which he didn’t seem to respond to well, a fact she made up for with another squeeze of his far-too-fat balls.
She admired the taste of his dick for a moment. It certainly didn’t taste good, it was salty, and really it was hard to taste in general when she barely had space to move her tongue in her own mouth. And it smelled. Not… bad, particularly. It was just a strong, heady scent.
With a final plunge, she choked down every inch of his dick. She could feel it pass right by her vocal chords and settle in her esophagus given what she knew of anatomy… her throat was definitely bulging. He twitched again, thrusting into her face once again. This time she was less forgiving, and swatted at the balls resting against her chin, much harder than before.
He twitched and groaned piteously, but refrained from jerking his hips a third time. Deciding she was done, she opened her jaw wide, and begin pushing off of him.
It was a noisy affair, a wet schlick and pop as it pulled out and was released. She could feel her throat retake it’s natural form as it made its exit, and sighed in relief when she was done.
Rubbing her throat, she bemoaned its soreness.
Talking is going to be hard for a while…and eating… and breathing… I should really not have done that…
She let out a little cough and stood, supporting herself on the bed. As her point of view shifted, she realized something she couldn’t have noticed while she was gagging herself on his cock.
His neck was bruised, and the skin he’d been clawing at was lightly bleeding.
He jolted at her tone of voice, confusedly trying to decipher her question. When she saw the realization enter his eyes, she watched a massive blush overtake his look of humiliation.
“I! I… I just thought…” She didn’t understand, and shoved into his personal space, dangerously disapproving eyes glaring into uncertain ones.
“What did you think?” He fidgeted, scratching the tips of his nails together and hiding behind his arms.
“That you might… want to leave… marks? I mean- people usually do and I didn’t mean to offend, I just… sorry…” Her concerned frown deterred him from continuing.
She’d assumed it wasn’t his first time. For starters, he had a ‘type’, and it was dominant women. Secondly, he was a deft hand at foreplay. Thirdly, he’d been way too okay with the direction she’d been taking things to be a virgin.
That said, she hadn’t been overly concerned about what kind of people he’d shared a bed with before, or even where his experience came from. Now, however… her sore throat was dry.
“People…? I’m in no position to tell you what to do with your body, Jaune, but if you have a lot of partners, many of which are hurting you, you need to stop being with them. At least the ones abusing you.” His eyes widened.
“What? No! No no no, you misunderstand! I mean like, bite marks and hickeys! I stopped messing around with those types a long time ago!” She gave a hefty sigh of relief. She ignored the casual admission that he’d been in abusive relationships for the momentary reassurance that he didn’t think she wanted to do that to him.
She’d absolutely be grilling him about it later. For now…
“Whew… that… ah jeez, you really get an old woman’s heart pumping, you know that?” He gave a guilty chuckle, taking her hand into his. He leaned in to softly kiss her cheek. Rather than pulling out of her personal space, he kissed a spot just next to her nose and under her eye, one of two lines of stress mirrored on either side of her face. A third kiss was gently laid on her nose.
“Sorry, Kali… and you’re not old.” He gave her a shy grin, something filled with adoring sentiments. “You’re mature.” She snorted.
“And what, young lover of mine, is the difference, exactly?”
“Old people don’t know how to have a good time…” He kissed her. She wondered if he even cared that she was blowing him not three minutes ago. If he did, he wasn’t acting like it. She pushed into it and they fell. When they reoriented, she was laying atop him again, but this time they were naked and both had been treated to oral.
“Oh? Well I think I agree with you, I know how to have a good time…” He smiled up at her.
“No, I think you are a good time.” She snorted at the terrible joke, rolling her eyes.
“And I think you are mine.” He gave her a toothy smile, one all too goofy for their position. She smiled too, and reached down to lick his neck. “And if you’re giving me free reign to mark you as such…” She smiled into his neck and latched her lip on an artery, trying to leave a hickey. It’d be obvious that it was there, if anyone bothered to look, and that made it risky.
But to be honest, it still excited her. She gently bit the quickly bruising spot, when she realized something.
“You naughty little tramp! You were trying to leave hickeys on my thighs!”
She returned to her efforts. As she drifted further from soft and tender flesh, her bites became firmer, less considerate to his comfort or safety. More and more possessive. These harsher marks would last longer.
His hands ran adoringly through her black hair, and when he wasn’t petting her or playing with locks of it, he was carefully massaging her secondary set of ears, her cat-like pair. She purred for him, glad he had the good sense to be delicate with her ears, especially the piercings.
Finally, she couldn’t stall any longer. She’d covered him with bite marks and suckling marks. Around his neck was a veritable necklace of bruised pearls, his collarbone was a battlefield of unkind teeth marks and harshly applied bruises.
With a short sigh, she began hyping herself up.
“You don’t have to force yourself to take the last step, you know? Tonight’s been a blast, and I don’t have any qualms over cuddling with you for the rest of the morning.” He didn’t want her getting hurt over something as stupid as being too prideful.
“Hm. I’ll take you up on that offer…” she grabbed his wilting erection and gave it a shake, getting the blood to pump back into it, “after I’m done with you. Now sit still… you…” she straddled him once more, and tried to angle his tip to push into her cavern.
Babies weren’t small, and if she’d pushed out Blake, then she could push him in. It just took some doing…
“Fuuuuucking hell! What’s wrong with your fucking dick?! There’s no way this beast is natural!” She panted as she slowly pushed forward onto his dick, constantly rolling her hips to help it adjust with every additional inch. “Are you sure you’re not a horse faunus? Because porno tells me they’re the only ones this fucking stacked.” A whimper passed her lips when she felt him press against her womb. He hadn’t bottomed out. They still had inches to go.
“Alright, I really think that’s far enough Kali. You’re going to hurt yourself…” And like that, the choice of stopping her went out the window.
“YOU are not going to tell ME what to do! You’re just a faaahh… a fucking tramp begging to have a woman top you!” They both blushed, but she was determined. Backing out now would crush her ego to bits. Of course, going forward was going to crush her to bits…
In for a penny, in for a pounding…
She raised herself to a crouch and shuffled to hover directly above his shaft. Before, she’d had it angled so that she could slide onto it. Now… she’d be falling. As in right now. With all the weight of an adult woman, whatever piece of her body that was keeping his tip from poking into her womb was forced aside, and he stabbed the back of her womb.
“Ayeeee! Fuck! Ow, shit, fuck, oh gods that hurts! Hah…. hah… Hooooly fucking gods… hah… hah… alright, it’s official… You are a fucking freak… and this ‘dick’ of yours is going to be the end of me…” She frowned when he laughed, but let it go when he tried comforting her, rubbing her thigh and cheek at the same time.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, but I did offer that we stop before you got hurt. I even offered cuddles!” She glowered down at him, her hands moving up to his shoulders to support herself as she began wiggling her hips.
“Yes, yes, you did. Regardless, you’re now in my baby chamber.” She smirked down at his flushed face and began grinding around. It was a painful feeling at first, but now that he was settled inside her, it was just a strange one. It didn’t hurt, and it definitely had the potential to feel good, especially while she laid over him wiggling around in his lap.
“So, how’s it feel, freak?” He averted his eyes and didn’t answer, opting to instead run his hands along her sides, sending warm jolts through her. It wasn’t an answer though, and her hands snaked toward his neck. “I said,” she jerked her hips, pulling up and dropping down. This impact hurt too, but far less. “How does it feel.”
“…” He mumbled an answer. She shrugged.
“Well, if you won’t talk anyway, I might as well make sure you can’t.” Her fingers tightened around his throat, and suddenly she was choking him. His rod stiffened, and he didn’t protest… “Oh my gods! You’re enjoying this!” She began speeding up. True to her predictions, it hurt less and less as she repeated the experience of having him stretch the back wall uterus and push against deeper organs.
It was an alien experience for sure, but not unlike having her stomach pushed on. Just… from a different direction. And not with a hand…
He wasn’t idle either, pressing on her breasts, crushing her nipples with his palms, then massaging the flattened organs.
She loosened her grasp on his neck just enough to let him get another breath before clamping down on his airways again.
In response, he’d clamped down on her breasts, crushing them between calloused fingers and pulling on them every which way, not unlike her treatment of his testicles.
Chesticles. She gave a little snort. Oh yes, I’m very mature indeed.
Getting into a rhythm, she hopped up and down his shaft, rolling her hips to stimulate every area it could. Considering it’s bulk, that was a lot of areas at once.
The room fell largely silent, with only the slap of his testicles against her ass and her little yelp with every thrust. She had no idea when he’d started thrusting up, but it put less strain on her legs, and every impact was that much more jolting, sending waves of sin through her shivering body. She wondered if he’d be making noises too if she were to release his throat. She didn’t of course, but it was something to wonder about later.
When she felt him twitching inside her (and when you were essentially just a skintight flesh condom, it was very easy to feel twitches), she smirked down at him.
“Are you going to cum? Do you want to dump your thick, filthy load inside a married woman? Are you trying to impregnate me?” Her dirty talk must have been on point, because his thrust became brutal and constant.
Or maybe, she’d hit a nail on a head? The idea excited her, but it wasn’t a very safe idea, especially if she were going to try and keep this a secret from Ghira. Having a kid in a sexless marriage would be a blatant admission of infidelity. So would having a human kid, even if she and Ghira did have sex.
So why was it that when her muscles clamped down on his behemoth, she didn’t pull off and have him finish on her? Why had she just slammed her weight down one last time and cum? Why had she just shook when she knew he was losing control over himself and was about to cum?
Well, the reasons didn’t mean much to her when he finally came, his cock violently pulsing like a rail-cannon and shooting thick globs of virile seed inside of her at about the same velocity as one. She nearly screamed through another orgasm, until his lips met hers. His hands grasped her waist and he fucked her through his own shaking climax.
They each moaned into the kiss while he directly deposited ropes of magma into her womb. He hadn’t stopped thrusting even when it spurted out past his rod and splattered onto their thighs and the bed.
When he finally finished emptying his balls into her, he laid down, dragging her down with him, and they each laid on their side, panting and enjoying each other’s presence in the afterglow.
He kissed her cheek and brushed away stray strands of hair stuck to her face by sweat. This was also something her husband had never done, spending time next to her after their few steamy romps. Taken by sleep almost immediately after he finished..
Despite how desperately she wanted to enjoy this rarity, her eyes drooped. How ironic that she’d be the one to fall asleep immediately after sex the one time her partner stays up with her.
“You’re tired. It makes sense, we’ve been up all night cleaning after the adult children.” She chuckled. “Rest. We can stay like this for… an hour, I’d say? Before people start waking up. I’ll wake you before then, and we can tell everyone we just stayed up chatting over tea until the sun rose when we realized how long we’d been cleaning.”
She nodded and laid her head against his chest. The last things she realized as she drifted to sleep was that she was purring, and he was petting her again.
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