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You moan softly as you feel the vibrations running up your folds and circling around your clit. You toss your head back as your legs begin to twitch toward your body, the pleasure taking control of your body. Just as you felt the layers of pleasure begin to stack up you hear a rather loud knock on your door before it opened to cloud. He had that same blank expression before realizing your situation. He blushes slightly but his expression doesn't change a whole lot...surprisingly.

"Sorry," he quickly turns to leave but you quickly stop him.

"Wait!" You lean forward and he turns to look at you. He could hear the desperation in your voice and he sighs softly. "Could you..." You look up at him but he doesn't look very convinced at all. "Help me?"

"Why?" He responds fast, his eyes avoiding your nude body with ease, he'd rather look at your face when you talk to him.

"Because it..." you huff in frustration. "Just please. You don't even have to touch me directly if that's too gross for you, use a toy on me or something," you explain and you can see the conflict in his eyes. He definitely has an argument going on in his head. He pauses for a long moment in the doorway. "You don't have to but...I'd really like it if you'd do this for me, just once," you plead softly. "Lately I haven't been able to...get the same amount of pleasure. Ever since I broke up with, you know, him, I can't feel the same. I feel...lonely?" You try to sort through your feelings. "It's like I need someone there to help me emotionally and physically," you explain as you sway your feet slightly.

"Fine," Cloud huffs and closes the door over. "What do you need me to do?" He puts his hands on his hips after taking off his sword.

"First take off your boots and then sit beside me," you pat the empty spot beside you. Cloud takes another deep breath before kicking off his worn boots and gently sitting next to you. "You should take the gloves off too, they may be dirty," you point to his hands and he sighs again before taking them off and setting them aside.

"I guess you're right," he neatly puts his gloves on your nightstand before turning back to you. "And now?" He tilts his head at you, almost looking like a lost puppy. You grab your vibrator and set it in his bare hand.

"I'm sure you know what that is," you smile and he blushes slightly.

"Yes," he looks at it carefully, reading the controls and buttons on it. "You just want me to use it on you?" He shrugs and you nod. Cloud nods his head before gently parting your legs. His forceful motion caught you by surprise; you expected him to be a little more confused and need a step-by-step guide on how to even start.

He then turns the vibrator on to level two before bringing it down to your exposed core. You bite your lip in anticipation as he brings the tip of the vibrator to your clit. You hold back a moan but quickly release it. You toss your head back against one of the propped-up pillows and Cloud watches intently, your mouth hung open in a perfect 0 shape.

Cloud tilts his head as he watches your expressions, it was a little hard to tell if you were in pleasure or pain, your brows furrowing before curling up and your eyes flutter closed and occasionally squint. "Is that good?" He asks to be sure, though he didn't sound very convincing. You knew Cloud well after all these years and you could tell he really did care if he was doing good.

"Yeah," you breathe out with a little smirk. "You can press a little harder," you look over at him, your face flushed.

"Kay," he presses the vibrator harder against your clit. Your legs jerk up as you gasp from the drastic change in intensity. His eyes follow quickly at your reactions; he then turns the vibrator up a notch and watches as your back arches.

"Oh fuck," you groan and Clouds eyes follow your body's motions. You squirm slightly and you feel Clouds cold hand against your back. He gently lifts you up to sit up against the bed again.

"You were sliding down the bed," he explains, clearly shy but trying to hide it. "Is it good if I move it like this?" He rubs the vibrator back and forth on your clit and you let out a high-pitched whine that catches his attention.

"Yeah," you smile softly before feeling the vibrations increase again.

"Okay enough questions, just...sit still," that was clouds way of saying he wants to make you cum now. He gently turns the vibrator up all the way and watches the way you contort in pleasure. He uses a little circular motion with the wand against your clit, a hint of a smirk playing across his lips. You abruptly grab onto his muscular bicep, your nails digging in.

"C-Cloud," you moan as you toss your head back, your lips parted beautifully once again. He soaks up the view as you reach your peak, the way your body acts on its own, the way your chest heaves with each stuttering breath, the way your legs shake softly. He wanted to watch you like this for hours...however the orgasm was short lived and you soon returned to your regular self, only out of breath now.

Cloud gently turns off the vibrator and sets it aside, but as he pulls it from your folds he noticed the strings of arousal that stick to it. He feels his face heat up but he tries to focus on you. "Can you hand me that glass of water," you point to the nightstand and he reaches out passed his gloves to grab the glass. He hands it to you and watches as you chug it.

"So...you satisfied?" He clears his throat slightly and you nod.

"Yup, unless...?" You tilt your head and he looks away quickly.

"I-I don't know...I'm fine," he goes to get up but something holds him back, not you, but something inside him. Maybe that image of you replaying in his head.

Eventually the crowd lessens. Tifa excuses herself for a moment, seeking out Cloud. She taps his shoulder and he turns, bending so she can whisper something in his ear. She points in your direction and Cloud makes sudden eye contact with you.

Something jolts in your belly as you look away.

Tifa returns a moment later. “I’m so sorry to do this. Barret just informed me Marlene is very sick, and he’s too drunk to look after her. Could you close the bar? Cloud agreed to stay and be your muscle if you need him.”

You give Tifa a dubious look, agreeing for Marlene’s sake and Marlene’s sake only. Tifa’s eyes twinkle as she wishes you farewell, winking as she departs.

Once the last person leaves Cloud locks the door.

There’s an awkward tension lingering. All the glasses have been washed, and you’re setting them out to dry when the sensation of being watched prickles at the back of your neck. You whip around to find Cloud on the other side of the bar, elbows perched on top of it.

“Do we have a problem?” You ask.

Cloud’s head tilts slightly, expression as neutral as neutral can be. “Seems like it, since you’ve been staring at me all night,” he retorts.

Your cheeks flush hotly, embarrassment creeping up your throat. “I wasn’t staring at you!” It’s a pathetic attempt to protest. You know it. Cloud knows it.

“No? Then what had you so intrigued?” Cloud straightens and crosses his arms.

“Maybe I have a crush on Biggs. He is handsome, y’know.” You round the corner, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Cloud.

Both his brows raise. “He is,” Cloud agrees easily. “I just didn’t think you were a liar. Tifa mentioned you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

Damn Tifa.

No point in denying it now. You rest your lower back against the bar, chin lifting in defiance. “And? So what if I was staring at you. Big deal.” The nervous butterflies in your belly are a stark contrast to the bold words.

Cloud hums. Takes a few measured steps towards you. Slowly, he uncrosses his arms. Slowly, he braces a hand on either side of you, using the bar top to hold his weight and cage you in. He dips his head. “Okay fine, you weren’t staring. You were eye fucking me.”

The loud hammering of your heart surely reaches Cloud’s ears. Beating so hard it echoes in your fingertips. “I - I wasn’t—,”

“You were,” Cloud insists. His eyes are so bright up close. Such a pretty blue, tinted mako green. He further erases the space and your hands fly to his chest. Cloud smirks and whispers, “If you wanted to have sex with me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Cloud,” you breathe, fingers fisting his tank top. The air’s become thick and charged between you, and your mind blanks. The word, “Please,” is all that falls from your lips.

Cloud inches closer, nose brushing over yours. His breath is warm against your lips. “I said ask me.”

“Cloud, please, can we have sex?”

“How sweet,” Cloud teases. “Of course we can.” His hands find your hips, thumbs slipping under your shirt to rub at the bone there. The leather of his gloves is smooth. “Jump for me.”

Cloud’s grip tightens as you jump, lifting you with ease to set you on the edge of the bar top. His lithe form fits between your thighs, hands sliding up your waist, fingers dancing over your ribs, and come to rest on either side of your neck.

It’s instinct to curl your fingers around his wrists as his thumbs caress your jaw. He applies a little pressure to tilt your head, eyes darting across your face, and kisses you. Soft and warm, his lips coax yours to move. Meeting once, twice, three times — before you break the kiss. A second passes before you lock lips again.

Cloud sighs through his nose when you lick his lower lip. He places his hands on your upper thighs and opens his mouth. The moment his hot tongue glides across yours is when you start aching to be filled. Your head turns to catch your breath, chest heaving. Cloud latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking and leaving marks because he can.

You fumble with the button on his pants but he snatches your wrists. “Wait,” he says, retreating from your throat to look you in the eye. He steps away, pulling the sword off his back, and rests it out of reach on the bar top. He loses the rest of his gear and his tank top.

“You are so fucking hot,” you whine, already tugging your own shirt free. Your bra goes next. “It’s not fair.”

The corner of Cloud’s mouth ticks up. “Yeah and you make my mouth water.” Cloud keeps his eyes on your tits as he moves in close, biting his lip. He cups them both, squeezing with an appreciative hum, and your head tilts towards the ceiling.

You moan when he pinches a nipple. “Cloud, hurry up,” you urge. Your hands find the button on his pants again and thumb it open.

“Be my guest,” he teases. His fingers lace together behind his head, allowing your hands to run down his stomach, nails scratching at his happy trail, before hooking your fingers in his waistband.

The tip of his cock catches on his briefs as they’re yanked down, bobbing free before hanging hard and heavy. His breath hitches when you take him in hand, stroking teasingly.

You lightly cup his balls and he squirms. “Enough,” he says, batting your hand away.

You show mercy, leaning back and bracing your weight on your hands, toeing off one of your sneakers. Cloud pats your hip and your ass rises, pants and underwear tugged down and left to dangle off one ankle.

One foot gets braced on a nearby bar stool and Cloud hooks your other thigh on his hip, dragging your ass to the edge. “Next time I wanna suck you off,” you say, regretting not getting on your knees first.

The tip of his dick rubs over your clit and a moan gets stuck in your throat.

He chuckles, uses his thumb to angle his cock down, and pushes forward. “Only if I get to taste you — fuck,” he curses as he slides inside. His voice is strained when he murmurs, “Your pussy is mind blowing.”

Your mouth drops open, softly panting at the erotic view of Cloud’s cock vanishing in your pussy. He pulls out, cock already wet and shiny, and pushes in. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Fuck, Cloud. Faster.”

“Yes, princess.” He quickens the pace, thrusting in short harsh snaps of his hips. Firm hands keep your thighs spread wide. “Play with yourself, wanna watch.”

The pleasure spikes when your fingers circle your clit, consistent and delicious. “Cloud,” you whimper. “M’close!”

“That’s it,” Cloud pants. He clutches your waist, fingers splayed across the lower section of your ribcage. “Wanna see you unravel on my cock.”

It’s an accident when your hand slips further and your fingertips touch Cloud. It’s on purpose when you spread your fingers in a v shape on either side of your pussy, Cloud’s cock brushing against them with each thrust.

Cloud whimpers. You steal a glance at his face and his lips part, brows pinched as his lashes lower, heavy with desire. Your breath stills for a few seconds, lids fluttering shut.

Right as the pleasure starts to overflow Cloud pinches your chin, forces your neck to bend. “Look at me,” he demands.

Your eyes pop open wide. “Cloud,” you breathe, the word choked off as your nails dig into his shoulder. Your thighs shake as you cum.

His eyes close briefly. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” They open again, giving off a neon glow. The tension in your body wanes and Cloud’s dick slips free, twitching towards his bellybutton. He tugs you off the bar top, shoves at your shoulders. You fall to your knees in understanding.

Cloud strokes himself with fervor, bicep flexing as his chest heaves. You stick your tongue out, palms resting on his thighs, and he sucks air in between his teeth. His other hand rests on the back of your head to guide you closer. The tip of Cloud’s cock sits on your tongue as he gives himself a few more quick strokes.

He cums with a harsh exhale.

Most of it lands in your mouth, a little hits your cheek when his dick throbs. You swallow, scrunching your nose at the salty taste. Cloud’s using his tank top to wipe your face clean in a flash.

“Sorry.” His cheeks flush pink as he offers you a hand.

You accept, standing and stretching your arms overhead. You sigh happily, “Worth it.” Cloud glances at your tits.

Getting dressed is a slow affair, savoring the afterglow of good sex. Cloud looks at his balled up tank top, looks at the door, and furrows his brow. He’ll have to walk home shirtless.

“You can stay with me,” you offer, setting a hand on Cloud’s bicep.

He smiles, and it’s softer than any smile you’ve ever seen him wear. It makes him look younger. “Only because you ruined my shirt.”

You laugh, squeezing his bicep. “That was entirely your fault.”

Tonight was the night. You practically begged him. Your hands clasps his, bringing it to your chest. Puppy eyes refuse to break contact even as he slightly turned his head away. “Pretty please Shadow? Pleaaaase? I really miss you. Just one night,” you implored.

Shadow grits his teeth. The glaring annoyance in his features conceal Shadow’s inner turmoil. Curse these damn thoughts. If only you were begging for something else. I’d give it all in a heartbeat.

Damn it— “Tch! Fine. For one night.”

It’s a good thing he already replaced those torn covers…

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The plan was simple. You take his bed, Shadow takes the couch. With this arrangement, he can keep himself in check while you’re still able to get a peaceful night’s sleep.

What a fool he was hoping that you’d agree.

Even though Shadow insisted he take the couch so you can have his bed all to yourself, you countered with, “Well, if you’re going to sleep on the couch so will I! I didn’t ask to stay for the night for us to end up not sleeping together, idiot.”

At first, you tried to sleep with your head laid on his chest. Leg propped over Shadow’s torso. Normally, you both wouldn’t have a problem falling into a deep slumber like this. A subtle steady heartbeat coercing your body to drift away. Protective arms wrapped around your being. Tonight? You weren’t sure if who you’re nuzzling against was a hedgehog or a wooden log.

Try as he might, Shadow couldn’t relax his muscles. In and out. Focus on breathing. Nothing else.

Don’t pay any mind on how much his body has been aching for your touch. Ignore the hot breath that tickles his chest. Your sickly sweet scent filling up his nose. The way your crotch is pressed up against his hip.

You resign, noticing the rigid, mechanical breathing. Wordlessly peeling yourself off of Shadow to lay on your side, back towards him. Better not make him any more uncomfortable even though you really wanted to cuddle him. Give him space and let him chase.

Almost immediately, some of the tension Shadow was holding dissipates. Finally allowing himself to sink further into the mattress. The air feels like a thousand needles pricking him now that your warmth is gone. A heavy breath leaves him, not noticing he’s been holding it in this whole time.

It would be so much easier if he simply told you what is going on. Why he has been ‘distant’ for the past few weeks. Bringing up the topic feels too awkward, too… humiliating. Your partner is so stubborn when it came to asking for help. Shadow didn’t need to suffer alone at all if only he spoke up. You were more than happy to assist him whenever needed… this Shadow knew well.

Weight of the mattress shifts behind you. Springs crunching and squeaking underneath. You paid no mind as your consciousness stood at the border of dreamland.

As the last strand of thought was about to be plucked away, a paid of arms found purchase around your waist. Like a squeaky toy being squeezed, your eyes shot open and bulged out as you quietly squealed from the sudden movement.

Shadow’s body and yours press up against each other. Legs tangle with one another. A tender kiss is pressed to the back of your neck sending goosebumps down your spine.

Sleep finally drags you into the void.

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Moonlight peeks through the cracks of the black out curtains. Watching your every move. Shadows intertwine and dance upon the cool sheets of the bed. Ecstasy clings onto every inch of your skin. Combined sweat glistening due to the spotlight provided by the moon.

“Ngh.. haah.. Shadow—“

Your heart leaps out of your chest. The utterance of your partners name startles you awake. Wetness pools in between your legs from the dream. Underwear sticks uncomfortably to your cunt.

Heavy breathing combined with something hard pressed against your ass signals that you’re not the only one having a wonderful dream or maybe he was the cause? Pressure varies from light to firm in a nice rhythmic pattern.

Shadow’s arms are wrapped around you tight, unaware that you’re awake. His hot breaths that moan your name tickle your ear. One hand begins to wander. The inhibitor ring gets caught by the fabric, here and there, contributing to his clunky movements. Eventually it finds its way to the edge of your shirt. Shadow’s bare hand slides up your abdomen, between the valley of your breasts, before settling on a mound. Gently but firmly gripping it. Even though you call out his name, no response is given. Shadow continues to hump your ass, riling you up more. Hips begin to move in tandem with his, craving more friction. A whimper escapes past your lips, calling out his name once more.

What woke Shadow up was your hand squeezing the top of his. Blinking the sleep away, he became more aware of his actions.

Guilt swallows him up whole. Shadow mutters a rushed apology, “I didn’t— Forgive me.” His ears flick back momentarily in agitation as he begins to free his limbs from you. Although untangled your hand refuses to let go. When he sits up, so do you. Oh no, you’ve let this gone on long enough.

“Forgive you for what?”, you interject, worry laced in your words. Due to the low light in the room, you could only partially see Shadow’s expression. An oh so familiar mask of stone adorns his face.

He doesn’t move an inch. A good sign. It means he’s not immediately avoiding or distancing himself from you. A chance to reel Shadow back... To keep him grounded.

Silence follows your question. Again, you speak up, “What’s on your mind, my love? You’ve been acting odd these days. If there’s anything I can help you with…”

The void of the room stares straight back at Shadow. Thoughts collecting to form a coherent sentence. Finally he speaks, though not of his own volition. Words spill out before he could stop them, “That’s the problem. You can and you would. Taking advantage of you is not something I intend to do… but I might with my current state.”

Brows furrow and a deep frown sets on your muzzle. “What the fuck are you talking about.” May the gods praise you for your patience with this man—. Sucking in a sharp inhale you speak again,“Shadow.. It is not taking advantage for accepting my help. Otherwise I wouldn’t have offered in the first place. It’s not as if I’m physically unable to say no later down the line anyways,” your free hand reaches up to Shadow’s cheek, turning his face towards you, “So if you could please tell me instead of having me guess, I would appreciate it.”

Your hand is so incredibly soft. Shadow couldn’t help but lean into your touch. “It’s— rutting season,” he mutters under his breath.

“What?”

Although he’s facing you, his eyes refuse to meet yours. Shadow’s shyness announces its presence in the form of crimson staining his cheeks, “It’s.. supposedly the time of the year for hedgehogs having the urge to breed.” His tail thumps excessively at the thought of knocking you up. Reaching back, Shadow grabs his tail to hold it still.

The cogs in your brain begin to turn, putting the pieces together. This whole time he was acting touch adverse due to being overstimulated by your presence. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed that Shadow didn’t tell you sooner.

Taking too long to answer, Shadow takes your silence as judgement. “Hmph, I’m sleeping on the couch,” he announces, shuffling away from you.

“The hell you are! You’re finishing what you started tonight, mister.” Your partner is forcefully yanked back and pinned onto the mattress. Straddling him, you can see his features much easier. Eyes looking up at you widen in shock before narrowing. Shadow’s fangs flash in a mischievous smirk.

“You are aware of what you’re asking, right?”

“Uh, yes?”

Easy as flipping a pancake, you two switch positions. Your hands are in tight grips above your head. Shadow leans close to your ear, chests nearly touching. In a low sultry voice he says, “You sound unsure. Allow me to clarify: I won’t be done with you until you’re passed out or I’m empty, understood?”

It was as if a switch had been flipped inside him. Now that the laundry has been hung up to air, Shadow can finally indulge what he’s been craving for: you.

Scarlet eyes scan your features for any hint of fear, hesitation. Of course Shadow wants you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself while he lets out his urges.

Immediately your heart leaps into your throat. Excitement shooting through your system like electricity. The edges of your mouth twist upwards into a lopsided smile. “Loud and clear, Shad. You have a lot of lost time to make up,” you answer back cheekily. Finding your answer satisfactory, Shadow encapsulates your lips in a kiss. Starting slow, pacing yourselves, enjoying the moment.

Minuscule moans fill the silence here and there as the pace picks up. Wanting more contact, your hands struggle against Shadow’s grip. One hand lets go to snake under your shirt and massage your breast. The other adjusts to keep both of your wrists down.

So much stimulation but none quite what your body aching for. Legs squirm, complaining about the lack of attention on your bottom half. Your hips arch up, drawing out a guttural moan from Shadow. As you two part, a single string of saliva bridges the gap. He hushes you, “Behave and sit pretty. You can do that, right?”

Entranced, you simply nod your head.

“Good. I promise I’ll take care of you,” Shadow whispers, pecking your cheek. A kiss is pressed to your neck, your throat, collarbone. One after the other, he leaves a trail of kisses leading all the way down to your abdomen.

The smell of your cunt already abuses Shadow’s nose. Hunger grows within him. Patience is a virtue; however, nothing will stop this unholy night. A finger hooks to the hem of your underwear. Delicately Shadow pulls them down, stopping inches from revealing your clit. His lips encapsulates the bud, giving it a gentle suck and a flick of his tongue. A quiet gasp is pulled from you. From there he rips off the thin fabric, tossing it off the bed carelessly.

“Hey! That was my favorite pair!” You complained in a huff.

Teeth graze your inner thighs, causing them to quiver with anticipation. Your concern about the small fabric disintegrated by a simple act. A low feint chuckle can be heard if you listened closely. The underside of your knees are propped up over Shadow’s shoulder after he pulls you down closer by the hip bones. A nip near your pussy elicits a squeal of pain mixed with pleasure. Just as you were about to playfully scold Shadow, a drawn out moan fills the bedroom. His tongue dances over your clit. With each suck, your back arches, chasing his lips. Claws dig into your flesh, drawing little beads of blood. A silent command telling you to hold still.

“Shaaaadow~!” You cry out. So many sensations tingling your skin.

He backs off for a moment, blowing onto the folds of your pussy. Instinctively your knees buckle together.

A quiet, “Hnph,” signals Shadow’s satisfaction in teasing you.

It couldn’t be helped. He’s so aggressive, intending to devour you. Tension builds up in your torso but not quite close to snapping. The folds of your pussy spread as Shadow’s tongue slides up the slit and enters. Drinking up every drop of nectar.

Meanwhile, his bottom half has been busy, rubbing itself against the mattress in a steady rhythm. Every time Shadow got close, he would cease his movements for a second before continuing. All of his cum was going to go inside you.

Time is at a standstill, staring at the bedroom wall. You concentrate on the assault his mouth is currently conducting. Hands cling onto the sheets for dear life as you try to obey Shadow.

“Ah— ah.. please..” you manage out, nearly breathless. He pauses. Darkened eyes look up, waiting for you to continue with your train of thought. The loss of contact allows cold air to hit your cunt.

“Please, what?” Shadow asks politely as if he wasn’t just nose deep in you, “What is it that you need?”

“I need more.. more friction”

Now towering over you, your legs are nearly pressed to your chest. His hands propped on either side of your head, supporting his weight. Shadow’s cock effortlessly sliding between your labia “Mmnh. You’re going to have to elaborate more than that.”

This fucker. Teasing your entrance. One fell swoop and it’ll go right in. Your pussy clenches nothing at the thought, bringing attention of just how empty you are. “Need more.. more friction, please. I need you inside. Please, Shadow.”

“Your wish is my command, darling.”

You should have known better to think he was going to start fucking you. No surprise that Shadow travels back down, sliding a single digit in. You can feel his smug grin against your sex when you hissed out of disappointment. Another finger is added in, curling against your walls. Shadow’s free hand splays atop your belly.

Oh, how your pussy glistened with your arousal. Sweet nectar drip onto the mattress, creating a lovely pool. It might stain after tonight. Your needy cunt clenches around his fingers. That familiar tension rises back up as Shadow sucks and French kisses your clit. So red, puffy, and sore. He’s absolutely proud of his work.

Before you knew it, praises began to tumble out. Your hand reaches down to grab Shadow’s hand, holding it tight. Legs quiver as his hand picks up the pace. A third finger slides in easily. Stars enter the edge of your vision. The familiar bedroom ceiling now turning into a night sky.

“Love, you’re going to crush my hand,” he laughs. His ministrations continue while he rises up to lay next to you. Both of his legs capturing one of your thighs. “Keep them open for me.”

Arms reach underneath, pulling Shadow into a hug. You beg and plead him, “I’m close— I’m so close. Shadow I’m going to cum. Fuck, let me cum please.” When your nails dig into his back, a pleasureful growl bubbles up from his throat. In efforts to silence it, Shadow’s lips crash into yours. The taste of your slick swirling around.

Your hips erratically buck into his fingers, chasing that high. Like a mirror shattering into a million pieces, you had come undone. Screams of ecstasy reaches the heavens even with your teeth buried into Shadow’s neck. Wet slapping follows suit as he guides you through your climax. “Music to my ears. Ah, you’ve done such a good job,” Shadow whispers into your ear, slowing down his movements but not quite stopping. Tears nearly form from the overstimulation. To let him know, you whimper, “Too much”, into his chest, nuzzling in.

When Shadow pulls out, a pathetic mewl escapes past your lips. Already, you miss the warm feeling in your pussy. He brings up his sodden fingers and licks it clean before lifting your chin up to give you another taste. During this little break Shadow’s giving you, a warm palm caresses your cheek, lightly stroking it.

“You better not be tired, yet. I’m not done with you”

Caged below his body, his cock, seeping with precum rests on the low part of your belly. Even though your body is still recovering, it can’t help but shake in anticipation.

A sticky trail leads down to your entrance. The tip just barely prodding the entrance. Your hips instinctively want squirm, allowing it in. Looks like Shadow noticed as well, because he backed away just out of reach. He wants you bad; however, watching your cute little face twist out of frustration was simply too entertaining.

Here you thought that Shadow would be the impatient one, waiting so long to fuck your brains out. How the hell has he been able to keep it together now that finally got what he needed? Well, Shadow’s mind has been teetering on the edge. Holding it together long enough so you’re also enjoying it too. Not only mindless fucking to reach his objective. You’re not merely a means to an end.

“There’s only two things you need to remember, okay? My name, and that you’re mine.” To emphasize the last two words, Shadow slams his cock in one fell swoop.

Once again his claws sink into the sheets and mattress below, unable to contain his fervor. Because your cunt didn’t have enough time to adjust and accommodate Shadow’s length, it squeezes him tight. The sensation was not unwelcome. Pain and pleasure dancing in a delicate tango.

A long breathy moan is accompanied by his own animalistic growl. He does his best in earnest to stay still, savoring the way your pussy stretched and clenched around his cock. “Fuck you’re so good to me,” he moans, “You don’t know how much I wanted you— needed you.”

Shadow’s hips slowly pull back just to thrust deep into you again. The sudden motion causes you to grip tightly onto forearms. Your head tosses back with a gasp.

It felt like you were made for him. Made for each other. He starts to pump into you. Ass bouncing from the force. Shadow’s gaze never leaves your face. Every little expression you make, he commits to memory. The way you have to keep prying your eyes off of his to keep from being hypnotized, entranced. When you bite the inside of your lip or open your mouth for a silent cry of pleasure. Your eyes squeezing shut and brows knitting together, as you violently turn your head from hitting that right spot.

Not enough. Not enough. Not enough!

Your ear is captured between his lips, nibbling and sucking on it. The sensation tickles. You giggle, finally letting out that breath you’ve been unconsciously holding. Shadow whispers into your ear, “Good.. make sure you’re breathing. I’m going to pull you in closer, okay?”

Your hands are removed from him as he sits up for a moment to adjust. In order to gain better access, you are folded up into a proper mating press. Legs hooked onto the crook of Shadow’s arms. Knees on either side of your head.

The new angle allows him to hit you deeper and with the way your hips are positioned will perfectly hold his cum in. Mercilessly, Shadow pounds into your little hole. Despite his best efforts to redirect his fangs, they continue to land on multiple spots along your collarbone and neck. Bruises and bite marks for everyone to see who you belong to.

With each thrust, his dick kisses your cervix.

It’s a good thing you didn’t live in an apartment, but you were sure the neighbors across the street could hear your screams of euphoria.

You looked so lovely. Heavenly, even. Shadow wonders how he was able to snag an angel like you. Those three little words, Shadow doesn’t say them often enough as he thinks he should. You understand. His actions speak volumes much louder.

At the pace Shadow is going at, he’s not going to last very long. Judging by the way your face is scrunched up and the tension in your nether regions, you’re in the same boat.

“Relax. Cum for me, my love.”

That’s all it took for you to unravel once again. Shadow is pulled in for a tight embrace as you call out his name, telling him how much you love him. Your sweet words melt his heart.

Trembling, quaking, your orgasm rips through your body while Shadow continues to snap his hips, his own climax following close behind. If you weren’t so cock drunk, you’d have heard “I love you” tumble from your partner. Words that come out of your mouth are no longer coherent but rather a giant babbling mess. Your cunt milks every single drop his cock has to offer. His movements slow down.

Shadow’s body isn’t satisfied. Even if he wanted to, his hips won’t stop. Not until he drowns your cervix in hot sticky cum. Filled to the brim until it starts leaking out even with his dick plunged deep in.

“You’re mine. All mine.”