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The lewd noise of squelching fills the cockpit of the ship, Limitless. You aren’t entirely sure anymore where Seonghwa ends, and you begin. All you know is that his cock is the source of your neverending pleasure and you aren’t keen on giving that up anytime soon. You have been riding him in the pilot's chair for who knows how long now, clothes only partially pulled aside or barely discarded in a rush to fuck, fuck, fuck.

You spoke between gasps and pants, unable to halt the movement of your hips. “When you said…you were…a bunny hybrid…you really weren’t…joking.”

“I’m sorry,” Seonghwa whines, even as his hips cant upwards. “I didn’t think this would ever happen.”

Seongwha’s floppy ears bounce with every thrust into you. You push a hand through his hair, brushing his ears as well, and find them just as soft as you hoped.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “The days are long in a transport vessel. This will make them interesting.”

Seonghwa closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. He tips his head back and pushes his lips out. “Please.”

The bunny hybrid is addicted to kisses, just as much as his cockhead is addicted to kissing your uterus. His length is literally meant to put babies into you. In fact, he has already come so much that the noises echoing in the cockpit are literally him fucking his cum back into your already full and swollen cunt.

As you slant your lips across his rather plush ones, Seonghwa’s fingers dig into your hips, curving into your ass. “More,” he moans into the kiss.

You plunge your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, tongue lazily engaging with his and your cunt pumps him for more cum. You aren’t sure if crossbreeding is even a thing, but you are past the point of caring, honestly. You just want to hear the desperate mewls of the bunny hybrid under you.

“I’m gonna--” Seonghwa’s pained expression indicates that he is truly close to coming again. “I’m gonna come!”

“Fill me up, handsome,” you purr, and then he unloads inside of you.

You ride him through his high, stopping only after a few pumps to raise yourself above his cock. You both moan in unison as his still-hard cock slips out of your sopping wet cunt. Still, you remain above him, his cum pouring out of your gaping hole.

Seonghwa’s Adam’s apple bobs as he watches. “Don’t do that,” he whines.

“You’re doing such a lousy job of keeping me full, Seonghwa,” you coo mockingly. “Look at it all coming out again! Guess you have no choice but to fuck me some more, hmm?”

The bunny hybrid whimpers tragically. “I’m doing my best.”

You carefully step off your pilot’s seat, legs barely able to handle your own weight. You move over to the navigation console and lean over it tantalizingly. You can feel Seonghwa’s cum dripping down your thighs and you know he has a perfect view of what you’re feeling.

“Are you?” You prompt him, throwing a challenging look over your shoulder.

Seonghwa makes a pitiful noise in the back of his throat and gets up from the cum-soaked seat that he has been glued to. His long fingers skim over your ass and he ruts his wet cock up against your ass cheeks. “I keep filling you up but you keep letting it all come out,” he murmurs in a sulky tone.

“Oh, it’s my fault that you aren’t keeping me plugged up and full of your sweet cum?” you raise an eyebrow at him. “Perhaps I should take my pussy elsewhere and you can try to keep my seat full of your cum instead.”

The hands that have been meandering over your ass tighten in possessiveness, and you feel a triumphant grin pull at your lips. “No. I need to be inside of you. Don’t leave me.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s neck. He’s in near-tears from the threat of you taking your hole away from him. “You gonna do a better job then?”

Seonghwa’s nose twitches, and his foot begins to tap impatiently. “I can do it. Give me one more chance. Please?”

You can’t help but fondly bop his nose. The stars reflect in his eyes, and you can not deny him anything in this moment. “I’ll give you one more chance but--”

You gasp as Seonghwa wraps his arms around your waist and hefts you up onto the console. With a hand pressed into each of your thighs, Seonghwa spears into you without any guidance. His eyes roll into the back of his head with the pleasure of being sheathed inside of you once again.

With tiny thrusts, he’s already dumb again. “So good, so good, so good,” he chants.

Your hands are free, and that gives you the opportunity to play with Seonghwa’s pebbled nipples. His shirt has a cheeky slit that makes it easy to reach in and do so. As a result, Seonghwa thrusts into you sharper than he had been.

“Oh god Seonghwa, fuck, just like that, handsome,” You groan.

Seonghwa bites down on his bottom lip and leans in to jack-hammer into you. “I like it when you squeeze me when you come,” he whispers shyly.

You run the back of your finger over Seonghwa’s cheek. “There’s a good bun.”

Seonghwa whines again, collapsing on top of you fully. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. The only space between the two of you is where he lifts his hips to fuck into you. “Wanna make you come,” He murmurs into your neck.

“Oh, it's not just all about you, hmmm?” You can't help but tease.

Seonghwa gently brings his teeth down on your shoulder. It's not a threat; it's more of a way for him to focus. “You're so warm and good to me. Wanna make you feel good, too.”

Your hands get tangled up in Seonghwa’s hair as you feel your climax soon approaching. The rate that he's thrusting into you guarantees that you'll be coming soon. “Hnnnnn, Seonghwa,” You moan.

“Come, pretty, come for me. Make your pretty moans, please. All I want to feel is you clench around me. Please, you're so warm and tight and--”

“Fuck!” You cry out and do just that. Your toes curl as you run through your umpteenth climax, each one better than the next.

Seonghwa whines, and you feel him spurt inside of you, coming little after you squeeze him with your climax. “Gonna fill you up, and it's gonna stay there,” he says into your neck.

You trail the tips of your fingers listlessly along the nape of Seonghwa's neck. “Good job, Bun.”

The bunny hybrid lifts his head so that he can meet your gaze. “Truly?” He wonders, lips pushed out and eyes looking for more praise.

You push some hair out of his eyes, and he blinks cutely at the gesture. “Truly.”

He rests for a moment, having completed his purpose. If not for the faint twitch of his cock calling him back to battle.

“One more time,” Seonghwa whispers against your skin. His hips push against yours, pelvis grinding into your clit.

“I've got time,” You can't help but grin.

Finally, a jackalope lopped in front of her. It was safe to move again. The rabbit eyed her lazily as she shoved her belongings back into her warn leather satchel. He probably didn’t see her as much of a threat, being almost as tall as she was. Rude. She could take him. But not now. She had a market to get to.

A hidden market isn’t as hard to find as you might think. Like most puzzles, it’s pretty easy to figure out retrospective of the answer. All Pepper had to do was pin a mirage in place and jump in. Somehow, the novelty of the fall and stark contrast of daylight and cave depths never seemed to wear off. She loved the markets.

The dim bloomed gradually with coloured stones as Pepper’s eyes adjusted. There wasn’t much illumination but there was enough to guide the way. Clatter and ruckus of merchants and patrons bounced up the walls of the chambers. If she listened carefully, she could just make out the hiss of shifting sands above. The ground was worn smooth by centuries of traffic. Soon enough, the tunnel opened into a massive cavern, bustling and noisy as deals were thrown left right and centre. Fabric stalls littered the mouth, trailing up the walls and poking out of every viable cave. Colour as far as the eye could see. Incense and dried spices peppered the air while fellow bards moulded clamour into music. Unable to hold back an excited wiggle, Pepper hopped from foot to foot, dancing on her toes. Her long tail nearly toppled other visitors as she weaved between their legs. She had to remember not to let it thrash like that. Darting ahead again, she skittered up the walkway to the higher markets, following it deep into the heart of the cave.

The space was massive. Not by design, but necessity. Behind a fabric laid table, surrounded by his wares, a mermaid reclined. His tail, more snake than fish, curled around him with delicate veils of fins toying with light cast from his creations. Long and graceful as he was tall and imposing, desert mermaids were titans in their own right. His hand alone dwarfed the tiny Pepper. She stood proud, greeting him with a voice far bolder than one unaccustomed to feeling small.

“Hail and well met!” She squeaked, “I’m here for a lantern!” Mer made lights were works of art. Living below the sand left them without a need for light but a creator’s soul and admiration for the world above made them skilled craftsmen.

“Hail and well met Little Mouse. What do you have to offer me?” He smiled down at her, resting his chin on his palm like a sculpture bought to life. Turquoise nestled around his arms in slivers of gold woven so fine they put spiders to shame. The problem with mermaids was not that they were unbuyable but that they had valuables in excess.

“I am Pepper, the Soon to be Renown bard! Would you accept my services in exchange for a lantern?”

“I do not need a song Pepper the Bard. There is music all around us.”

“You’re in luck then! I am not a singing bard. I am a story teller.”

His copper green eyes sparkled with mischief. “A deal; if your story can make me laugh, you may have this lantern.”

The doubt never reached Pepper’s face, a confident grin in its place. She would prove that she had the skills to do this. She told of an elf mistaking a jackrabbit for a bugbear, having only seen his reflection in a coin and fleeing before he could approach.

Nothing.

She told of an old wizard accidentally hexing his chair to run away when a guest tried to sit on it.

Not even a chuckle.

She didn’t come here to leave empty handed! But she was also running out of ideas. There was one more, but it was far from good.

“This one will get you, prepare to farewell your lantern! What do you call it when a grandmother gets up to mischief?”

He arched a brow. “I don’t know. What do you call it?”

She threw her hands out. “She-Nana-gans!”

Silence. Both parties eyed each other, Pepper still holding her hand in the air, grinning awkwardly, the mermaid with an almost shocked expression.

Until he snorted. “That’s really bad.” Chuckles made his voice jump. “I’ve never heard a worse joke!” Nevertheless, he didn’t stop laughing, overtaken by the absurdity. It really was a terrible joke.

When he regained himself, he accepted defeat with grace, plucking a staff from beside him. Gently, aware of his size, he dropped it into Pepper’s still outstretched hands. She was too shocked to remember to retract them. It had a good weight to it. Carved agate winding down in a rough spiral. A hanging lantern rocked from the top, filled with water and holding several opal-like pastel stones. No doubt crafted from his own shed scales.

“You win Pepper the Bard. The lantern is yours.”

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Hongjoong was a pervert. You knew this, and it had been your utter downfall.

In the future, where perverts groping women on the autonomous trains and cars that took them wherever they needed to go became a problem due to the lack of humans policing anything within those confines, you became a part of a special task force that hunted down these perverts. Equipped with a device that could read sexual arousal in the air due to exhaling, it was your task to take down these men, one at a time. Or in multiples if the situation called for it.

There was one particular criminal with the pseudonym Laughing Gas, aka Kim Hongjoong. The man was known to walk around with a mask, presumably to halt the release of the chemicals that indicated arousal. However, the man was known to let out a shudder-inducing giggle before he began groping his next victim. The laugh, combined with the mask, led to his pseudonym.

You had been tracking him for a long time. At first, you attempted to capture him the minute he touched an unsuspecting individual, but Hongjoong seemed to always be one step ahead of you and got away. Then, you developed a system of allowing Hongjoong to get sucked into his fantasy, but that was your downfall.

You had watched him countless times grope and molest women; he drove them to whining, moaning messes with his hands and his cock. It wasn’t long before you developed a perverted need to feel what it was like to be whipped into a frenzy by Kim Hongjoong.

“I’m going in myself,” you announced to your boss.

Yeosang frowned at you over his desk, mid collection of Hongjoong’s file. “Are you serious?”

You nodded firmly. “I can’t risk any other innocent women, Captain. It’s gotta be me.”

Yeosang shook his head like he was unsure. “That’s like risking death to catch a serial killer.”

“Sir,” You met Yeosang’s eyes solemnly, “I have to catch him. Once and for all.”

So that’s how you found yourself, without backup, in a crop top and short skirt. You were grabbing the train during peak home travel time. You found the perfect spot, too, right by the door. It would appear as if you wanted a quick getaway, but you knew that the space where the doors opened up was Hongjoong’s favorite location to molest a target.

All it took was one jostled bump from another passenger, and you were pressed up against the glass of the door and someone’s front pressed to your back.

“Good evening, special agent,” a voice said from behind you. It was slightly muffled, as if something was covering it.

Bingo. Hongjoong had locked onto you. Except you weren’t as incognito as you planned on. He knew who you were?

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance finally, Laughing Gas,” you replied.

Hands ran up your ribcage and then lightly cupped your breasts. “No, special agent, the pleasure is all mine,” Hongjoong said, a happy sigh escaping his lips.

It took everything in you to not join the man. “Pathetic,” you hissed. “Shouldn’t you be running the other way? You knew this was a trap.”

“Oh but the honey was just too sweet,” Hongjoong hummed.

Those fingers gripped your breasts through the flimsy material and began to jostle them, feeling the weight of them in his hands. An errant thumb brushed against your nipple and you felt it tighten in response. So did Hongjoong.

“If I manage to bring you in, you’ll make my career,” you boasted.

“You’re making my career right fucking now,” Hongjoong growled.

Your shirt was yanked up unceremoniously, bralette not a concern, as he pulled and teased your nipples into stiff peaks. You had to swallow a moan that was threatening to spill from your lips and ruin your entire mask.

“Why just stop at molesting my breasts, hmmm? Isn’t my sweet hole a temptation, too?”

Hongjoong groaned. You knew he’d be biting down on his lower lip at this point, hungry for the next step, perhaps just as much as you were. You had seen him do it enough with all his other targets.

One hand abandoned your breast, in lieu of other spoils. It floated over your ass, soft, featherlight touches. “Do you know how much of a delight this is for me? The special agent dressed up just for me? All I have to do is flip over this skirt, and it’s all over for the both of us.”

“I wore a pretty thong just for you, Hongjoong. Because the minute you stick your cock inside of me, I’ve got you, you fucking pervert,” You cursed.

“Hmmm?” Hongjoong hummed, sounding dreamy and thoughts clouded with lust. “That sounds like a challenge, special agent. How about I just use your thighs?”

You almost whimpered. You wouldn’t get to feel his thick cock stretch you? This might be your only chance…

“I guess we’ll find out if I get my handcuffs on your wrists or not, won’t we?” You sneered.

“Oh, these handcuffs?”

You heard a click and your heart beat out of your chest. When the fuck had he dived his hands into your bag and fished those out? You looked up to confirm Hongjoong had indeed handcuffed you to one of the metal poles that you had been holding onto to brace against the door.

“You fucker,” You swore.

You had the key. It was around your neck. But to think that you now had one less hand and you were even more at the mercy of Hongjoong…made you simply wet in anticipation of what was to come.

You heard a belt jingle and a zipper being pulled down. Hongjoong gasped and hummed lightly as he must have rubbed his cock in preparation for you. “I’m so fucking hard for you, special agent. You’re all mine, at this moment, do you understand?”

You felt your thong being moved and then the push of Hongjoong’s cock against your wet folds. Hongjoong chuckled and it sent goosebumps along your skin. “You’re so wet for me. Either you really enjoyed your tits being played with or you’re the perfect target for me, special agent.”

You shifted on your feet, which caused Hongjoong to growl. “Stay still.”

Your underwear slid back into place, and you finally understood Hongjoong’s plan. Your underwear kept his cock in place and he began to rock his hips. His cock played against your wet folds, and while being stuck between your underwear as well, he fucked your thighs.

You bit down a whimper as the head of his cock played against your clit as his cockhead pushed against the front of your underwear. A swift look down confirmed the motion, your skirt pushing forward as his cock came out the other side of your legs.

One hand still groping your tit, Hongjoong placed the other on your hip and continued to fuck himself between your thighs. “There’s a good girl,” Hongjoong crooned. “You’re doing so well for me. Are you sure you’re here to catch me? Or are you here to finally get a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.”

“Sh-shut u-up,” you stuttered, barely able to keep your gasps in.

“Feels good, huh?” Hongjoong chuckled darkly. “Your body can’t hide what your lips search to. Why, special agent, are you enjoying getting molested by this pervert?”

“Absolutely not!” You whined, throat tight with need.

Hongjoong’s breathing kept hitting the back of your neck, hot and quick. “You feel so good like this, my perfect little target,” Hongjoong whimpered.

Your hips started to rock with the motions of Hongjoong’s dick rubbing against your hole and spreading your wetness to your clit and back again. This tease felt so fucking good and so fucking taboo. Hongjoong knew if he penetrated you, you could charge him to the full degree. But if he didn’t, there was a lower penalty for bringing him in. He knew the laws probably just as well as you did.

You had to get him to penetrate you.

“Please, Hongjoong,” you pleaded. “Are you tempted to fuck me?”

You clenched down on nothing but Hongjoong’s shaft felt the whispers of your pussy lips. He hissed at the hint that your cunt wanted him. His blunt nails dug into your hip harshly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, special agent.”

“You were right,” you whimpered. All matter of facade was lost. You needed Hongjoong inside of you for personal and professional reasons. “I love all of this. I couldn't wait to get your hands all over me. Now’s your only chance, Hongjoong. If you don’t fuck me now, you never will.”

Hongjoong groaned and lightly bit down on the nape of your shoulder. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“Come on,” you encouraged him. You pushed out your ass to a better angle for him to penetrate you. “Isn’t this the best prize? To fuck the special agent that’s been doing her best to capture you and put a halt to all your fun. Wouldn’t that be something to crow about, to have fucked me full of your cum?”

Hongjoong’s hips continued to rut against your ass and your dirty talk was a little too effective. Hongjoong didn’t penetrate you, but he sent you both towards your climaxes. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs and you watched as a wet spot formed on the front of your skirt. You choked on your orgasm, trying to keep it quiet.

“I think it’d be much better if we continue playing this game, special agent,” Hongjoong teased.

You felt him pull out from between your thighs, and when you turned around, he was already gone. He disappeared through the crowd. And you were still handcuffed to the damn metal pole.

You tapped your comms on your ear and sighed heavily. “Laughing gas has fled. I repeat, Laughing Gas has fled.”

“Status?” Yeosang’s voice sounded slightly static in your ear.

High off an orgasm from being molested in a subway car.

“I’m fine, Captain,” You said instead.

Hongjoong’s cum rubbed against your pussylips, having ruined your underwear and your life. Seemed like a pretty solid reminder that you had failed to capture him--and his dick. Perhaps there will be a next time.

In fact, you sincerely hoped there would be. You wanted him to imprint the shape of his dick inside of you.

Hongjoong wasn’t the pervert. It was, in fact, you instead.

You were in a predicament. It was enjoyable because the shame of it made your stomach curl with desire, but it was a predicament nonetheless.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung said as he paced around you in the observation room. “Everyone of your holes is stuffed, and you couldn't be happier, huh?”

Your noise of agreement was a bit muffled, due to the smooth, metal tentacle fucking your throat but the message still got acrossed.

“You humans simply amaze me, Babe,” Wooyoung continued to walk circles around you. “Especially yourself. You never seem to be satisfied. Even when the purpose is to be pumped full of semen, you still want more.”

Wooyoung had yet gotten permission to fuck you from Hongjoong. But Hongjoong had not commanded Wooyoung to not experiment on you. And what was the use of his brain, as lead engineer and robotics, if not to change the ship around to his liking and see just how far you'd go for pleasure.

Currently, many cables wrapped around your stomach, arms, and legs binding you in a compromising position. Your arms were behind your back, your legs tied around your bent legs to keep your pussy exposed and the ones around your waist were to hold you aloft. Your head was hanging upside as one tentacle fucked your throat. Two tentacles wrapped around each breast, undulating in a spiral to squeeze your tits. You had a very thick and rigid tentacle in your cunt, occasionally bumping against your cervix. And, of course, one in ass, moving the opposite direction of the one inside your cunt. 

“Of course, everything is self lubricating,” Wooyoung continued to provide you with a running commentary. “I even adjusted some of them to mimic tongues on your nipples.”

You raised your head and watched with avid interest as two ends of the tentacles that were wrapped around your breasts opened up and ‘licked’ your nipples. Your back arched and you moaned past the tentacle fucking your mouth.

“I knew you'd like that,” Wooyoung whispered loudly.He crouched by your head, eyes watching as the tentacle in your mouth moved in and out of your lips. 

If only San could see now! He'd be pleased you were living a hentai fantasy, and he'd also be pleased to be viewing his own. Alas, San was sleeping off his very busy day of guiding aliens on how to fuck you when Wooyoung ordered the ship to literally pick you up from your room and deliver you to himself.

“Look at how the ship satiates your every need,” Wooyoung purred. 

His hands hovered over your body but he did not touch. He would not rebel against a direct command from his captain. But you could feel the heat radiating from them.

You whined, and Wooyoung motioned with his eyes for the tentacle in your mouth to be removed.

“Woo…Wooyoung,” you panted. “What about you?”

Wooyoung tipped his head in consideration. “Hongjoong said I can't have sex with myself, but he never mentioned the ship!”

Wooyoung bent over as if to kiss you in happiness, much like he had seen you do with San, but stopped himself short. He smiled mischievously. “Almost had me there.”

You whined. “You're really not going to touch me?!”

Wooyoung shook his head, making a noise of disagreement. “Nope,” he affirmed with a pop of his lips. “But we can still have some fun, right? Watching each other get off. It's our thing, isn't it?”

With a gleam in his eyes, Wooyoung was suddenly seated in the same bench set up that you had seen him in when he was spying on you and San after Seonghwa had fucked you. “This time, I'm gonna see what my fingers couldn't."

Wooyoung’s legs were spread, much like your own. The shiny metal against his bronze skin was just as great of a view as it had been on Sannie. Only the tentacle that wrapped around Wooyoung’s cock was the same that was licking your nipple. So he was getting squeezed good and the head of his cock licked.

“Oh!” Wooyoung melted, his eyes fluttering shut as the ship took care of him.

“That's not fair,” you muttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s eyes opened slightly, hooded now with lust. His tongue came out to lick the freckle on his lip. “What's not fair?” He said in a husky voice.

“That the ship is giving you head!” You huffed. “I'm much better.”

Wooyoung’s nails dug into his plush thighs, and his hips started to rock upwards. “I want that. I want you to perform the oral on me so badly. But Hongjoong--!”

“If I could wring that aliens neck, I would,” you grumbled. “He's ruining all the fun. It's called experimentation! You're supposed to fuck around!”

“If I'm good. Maybe… Maybe you and San can show me… What it means… To be with a man and a woman.”

Oh fuck.

You and San would absolutely wreck Wooyoung if that was what the alien wanted. Your pussy throbbed with the thought of Wooyoung sandwiched between you and your boyfriend. 

The tentacles moved you so suddenly, You squealed as it held you aloft over Wooyoung. You both had the perfect views of what the tentacles were doing to each other. 

The other benefit was that your cunt was so drenched with your slick and the ship’s lubricant that it began to drip down on Wooyoung’s… hole that was currently empty. Wooyoung moaned so loudly you thought he had come. 

Instead, a small, delicate tentacle barely the thickness of your pinky began to lap at Wooyoung’s hole. It mixed your wetness and the lubrication around his puckered hole, and then it simply slipped inside.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is what I was missing!” Wooyoung's back bowed as his pleasure intensified.

Your breath caught at the sight of Wooyoung getting pleasured by the ship's ropes. “Come with me, Woo,” you encouraged. 

“Is this something you could do for me?” Wooyoung whined back.

“Oh, the things I'm going to do to you when Hongjoong lets you off your short leash,” you moaned.

“Mmm, yeah?” Wooyoung bit down in his lip now, clearly enjoying himself.

Your whines were starting to come more frequently. You could feel another tentacle licking your clit, only adding to the plethora of sensations the many tentacles were giving you.

“Fuck, Wooyoung, I'm gonna come. Come with me, hmm? Spray your pretty pink cum all over yourself for me, huh? Show me what you can do.”

Wooyoung was quick to come. For other guys, it might have been embarrassing, but for Wooyoung, who didn't know any better, he simply beamed through his orgasm. His smile was adorable as his climax took him. His come spurted over his lower stomach, dotting his lovely skin.

“Good boy,” You couldn't help but say.

And then you were coming as well. It wasn't the first orgasm of the night, so it ripped through you almost painfully so. It had been a long time coming, but it still made your toes curl and your eyelids painted with fireworks. 

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” You cursed.

“That's the plan,” Wooyoung wickedly replied.

“Well it better be soon, or I'm going to have all his crew wrapped around my finger, and he will have no choice,” you sulked.

Jongho pressed himself to the wall outside the observation room. He knew he should have stayed in his pod. Because his cock was twitching in his robes and that was not thinking with the right head now.

What was a little mutiny amongst aliens, huh?

Don’t be late swirls in your head, the leftovers of a snap sent by your husband. You had a date with him in his hotel room after walking the red carpet. Being a director and lead actor had their perks. 

The elevator dinged merrily when you reached your penthouse suite at the top of a sweeping tower. You left no time in ditching the tall heels you had worn that evening and padded towards the bedroom. You had expected your husband to already be rolling around in the California king bed but he was nowhere to be seen. 

However, you did hear the shower coming from the master suite. You picked up the skirt of your long dress and tiptoed towards where you assumed your husband was. 

Your instincts paid off, finding his discarded suit carefully hung up as a hint to where he was. 

“Sannie~” You sang, pushing open the door to the bathroom. 

The water must have covered your callout because San did not turn around when you said his name. This also allowed you the pleasure and the privilege of viewing the broad expanse of his back. It rippled as he tipped his head under the shower head, arms moving to push his hair off his face. He turned around and every part of your lower half tightened. Even seeing him soft made you wet with anticipation.

Your mind spun with camera angles and you started to spin a tale of a movie that would require a shower scene. Perhaps a spy movie where San had to sluice the blood off his body? The camera would make sure to cover all of that bronze skin. 

“Are you making a movie in your head again?” 

San's deep voice nudged you out of your wet dream and back to reality. A satisfied smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “I can't help it when my husband is so photogenic.”

Completely wet, San walked out of the spray of the rain shower head and enveloped your body against his. The steam practically wafted off of him and you pressed your lips together. 

“Get out of your head and be in the moment with me,” San commanded, capturing your lips in a soft but sensual kiss.

“I can't help it!” You protested as San began to nibble along your jawline. “Also, you're going to ruin this dress. Do you know how much it cost me?”

“You did pay me a decent amount for the movie we just released,” San mused, lips now descending the column of your neck. “I'll replace it.”

The silk was wet and instantly ruined as soon as your husband pressed your body to his, hands on the small of your back. You quickly found that you didn't care because his lips had found your nipple and was currently biting it through the fancy fabric.

“San,” You moan, dragging your recently manicured nails down his back. “You're killing me here.”

San chuckled and released your nipple, if only to mimic shooting a gun with his hand; even going so far as to mouth the word ‘bang’. A teasing smile was painting his lips. As sexy as he could be in this moment, it had been his silliness that had won your heart in the first place.

“Since the dress is ruined anyways…” San grabbed the front of your dress with two fists and after a brief nod from yourself, he ripped it right down the front. Your entire body is on display for him now, the silk pooling at your feet.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” San moaned. 

“To get me naked?” You laughed under your breath. 

“To be alone with you in our room,” San murmured, pressing his lips to yours for another soul-searing kiss. 

You can’t help but wind your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Both of your jobs demanded that you be in the eye of the public, but in reality, both of you preferred to be caught up in each other’s presence, without the prying eyes. 

“I love you,” You managed to murmur into the kiss. 

“I love you more,” San insisted. 

He twirled you in his embrace and brought your body under the hot press of the shower, immediately making you wet. The water poured over you both as San refused to release you from his kiss. Once you were wet, he pressed your back to the cool tiles, causing you to gasp at the contrast of his hot body and the cold. San took this moment of shock manhandle you, putting one arm under each one of your legs until you had zero control over your own body. 

San rubbed his now hardened cock against your folds. Pressing his forehead to yours he said, “Tell me you’re ready for me to split you apart.”

“So ready,” You gasped. 

Despite the approval, San still fought for every inch as he entered you. You wished you had a camera to capture his ass clenching as he thrusted into you little by little. His grunts and nose scrunches only added to the moment as you felt him slowly but surely fill you out. 

“Fuck, fuck, San, Jesus,” You groaned yourself. 

San sent you a boyish and crooked grin, causing your heart to skip a beat. “Gonna come already? I’m barely inside of you.”

“Fuck you,” You chuckled weakly. “You and me both know you’re at the perfect angle for my g-spot, you little shit.”

San knocked his forehead gently against yours. “But I’m your little shit, don’t forget.”

You look down at San’s cock fully seated inside of you and raise your eyebrow. “How could I forget?” You said pointedly.

“If you come first, don’t worry, I won’t be far behind you,” San said offhandedly. 

Before you can comment further, San began to truly fuck you. With your back against the tile, and his arms under your legs, he led the pace. Not that you would have argued against it. You wanted to have had three orgasms by the time you had even one. You were simply a hole for your husband and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Some relief comes when San isn’t faring any better than yourself at this point. His moans are echoing throughout the hotel bathroom, the steam of the shower making everything dreamy and hazy. He sucks in his lower lip and you wish you had some power to bring his head to yours, if only to be the one that is sucking on that lip. 

You come undone almost embarrassingly quick but can you truly be blamed when San knows exactly how to fuck you? You were almost hypnotized watching his stomach contract as his hips slap against your ass until your climax hit. You scream your husband's name and dig your nails into the back of his neck upon release. 

The thrusting does not stop, however, and soon you’re whining from overstimulation. Still, it’s a pre negotiated kink between husband and wife, so even with your protests, San fucked himself through your orgasm. Your cunt tightened upon your climax and it only provides an even better orifice for San to fuck. 

“Shit, Babe,” San slowed his thrusting, if only to edge himself. “You think I can make you come a second time?”

“Seriously?” You can’t help but say in disbelief.

“Rub your clit for me?” San suggested. “Help a guy out?”

You run a hand over San’s chest, scraping nails along his pecks, causing him to groan at the sensation, but still do as suggested. It’s especially easy when all you have to do is push your finger in along his cock to gather your own wetness to rub yourself.

San’s eyes widened at the sensation. You know he’s noting that for later. You’ll imagine back home he’ll want to incorporate some toys the next time he fucks you.

You vigorously rub your swollen clit while San picks up his pace again. You’re both moaning, if for different reasons, but the result is the same: both of you are spurred on to come for each other. 

San fell apart first, coating your insides with his cum. His higher pitched moan is all it takes for you to clench around him a second time, the dual sensation of his cock and your finger making easy work of your body. 

“You better plan on carrying me to the bed, Choi San, because I don’t think my legs will work after that,” You announced.

San laughed gleefully, his male pride apparent. “Yes, ma’am.” 

After some brief clean up and the addition of the hotel robes, the two of you are cuddling in the large bed, just as you imagined.

“Fucked my wife so good she couldn't even walk to bed after,” San murmured to himself.

You can’t help but laugh under your breath. “Yes, San, now shut up so your wife can get some rest.”

You fall asleep with San’s lips pressed to your forehead and a good ache between your legs that you know you will not regret the next day.

Your heart swelled at your happy hybrid. Wooyoung was having a good time out and about in public. With his new collar merrily jingling as he adjusted in the chair he was sitting in in the cafe. It was a safe place in public to accompany your hybrid. And it was so nice to see Wooyoung enjoying himself.

“We can come here again, right?” Wooyoung bounced in his chair with a bright grin.

“As many times as you like, Wooyoung,” You assured him.

Wooyoung, for all of his enjoyment of your company, was quite the social cat, as it turned out. You had yet to see him so vibrant and so you would pull yourself from your garage and your projects and allow Wooyoung the socialization he so craved.

Wooyoung sent you a mischievous smile and you swallowed. He was about to push his glass onto the floor and make it break, metaphorically, of course. “We can come as much as I’d like?”

“Wooyoung!” You scolded him.

It was only as effective as to make Wooyoung’s grin wider. “Is that not what you said?”

“Be good,” You warned him, eyes flitting around, seeing if anyone else was overhearing your conversation.

Wooyoung grabbed his drink, gulped down many swallows and then let out a noise of contentment. “I am.”

“No, you are not--”

“Wooyoung!” A bouncy silver bunny hybrid bounded over. “We’ll see you again, right?”

Wooyoung smiled sweetly. “Of course, Seonghwa. I can’t wait.”

You sipped your own drink quietly but it could not hold the happy smile beaming on your face. Wooyoung’s face softened for a moment.

“You do really get happy when I’m happy, don’t you?”

“Wooyoung, you know all that I have ever wanted is for you to be happy,” You sighed.

Wooyoung leaned forward, one of his kitty-cat fangs peaking past his lips. “And if making me happy meant taking me to one of the bathrooms to relieve me of a certain problem?”

Your eyes widened. “Surely you don’t--”

Wooyoung reached over and grabbed your hand and was tugging you to the back rooms before your brain could catch up with your body. You tried to tug back and dig in your heels, but Wooyoung was determined to get exactly what he wanted. And although he was submissive to your touch, he was truly the one that directed your life.

Once the two of you were sequestered in a small bathroom, and the door locked, Wooyoung dipped his head to your neck and began to mouth there.

“What has got you so worked up?” You murmured, your hand naturally finding the nape of his neck and sneaking under his collar.

“I’ve been a bad kitty,” Wooyoung moaned, mouth lowering until he could follow the line of your button up shirt and into the swell of your breasts.

You couldn't help but press Wooyoung’s mouth to you eagerly. The feel of his rough kitty tongue against your sensitive skin was not something you could deny yourself, despite the public setting.

“How have you been bad, Wooyoung?” you growled.

“Do you remember Seonghwa from earlier?” Wooyoung nipped at the swell of your breast, causing you to groan in response. “My fingers might have accidentally brushed against his dick. And his against mine. His was innocent and curious. Mine was not.”

You yanked back on his collar, lifting Wooyoung’s head from your bosom. Wooyoung’s eyes were blown and his Adam’s apple worked hard against his collar as you slightly choked him. “Wooyoung! You cannot be doing such a thing in public. And with a stranger no less. I’m going to have to find Seonghwa’s owner and apologize.”

Wooyoung licked his lips lazily, the tip finding his freckle, as he often did when he was satisfied with himself. “Why apologize? She’s probably got a horny bunny humping her by now. Or him. I dunno who his owner is. Who cares? I’m hard,” Wooyoung whined. “Please, can we play here? Play with me!”

“You are such a bad kitty!” You hissed. “No, I will not play with you here. All you do is cause shit and expect to get rewarded for it. Not this time.”

Wooyoung pouted. “But it would make me happy.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew he was manipulating you, of course you did! But you were such a weak person when it came to Wooyoung. You couldn't help that the hybrid that came home with you from the scrapyard was so starved for attention that he would act out and it hurt something in you to see someone wounded as such. You had promised yourself that you would do anything to keep him healing. And if it was to fuck him in the bathroom in a cafe, well, who were you to stand in the way of that?

“I love you, Jung Wooyoung,” You said softly. You kept your finger under Wooyoung’s collar and brought it to the front. You flicked the tag that declared him yours. “I would do anything for you.”

Wooyoung knocked his forehead playfully against yours. “Play with me,” He said, his words whispering against your lips. “Show me.”

You pushed Wooyoung back towards the toilet. He sat down, eyes dancing with interest. “Very well then, Wooyoung. I will play with you in this dirty bathroom. Such a naughty kitty,” You murmured.

You could see Wooyoung’s cock twitching in his baggy pants. “And what are you going to do about that?”

You crouched before Wooyoung. “How dare you let someone touch you without my permission, you bad kitty.” Your fingers briefly brushed against his cock. “Perhaps I might make your cock weep but not touch it.”

Wooyoung groaned loudly. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

Your hand fished into your purse and you found the leash that you are required to use with Wooyoung when walking down the streets. “Or…” You swung the leash in your hand. “Leash you and hold you against my pussy and make you eat me out?”

Wooyoung’s ears flickered and his tail curled around your arm. “I love that you remember everything I say.”

“I commit all your dirty thoughts to memory, Wooyoung,” You whispered, wrapping your leash around your hand. “Whatever it takes to keep you happy, kitty.”

Wooyoung grabbed your head in his hands and kissed you. It was near bruising with its ferocity. “I love you too,” Wooyoung reciprocated.

You dropped the leash, hiked up your long skirt and Wooyoung pulled down his sweats quickly. Your tongues clashed as you both fought for control. You straddled Wooyoung, digging your hands into his hair and rubbing his soft ears. Wooyoung moaned in your mouth and dug his hands into your ass cheeks, kneading them like he was ought to do.

“I’m going to milk you for all your worth, you naughty kitty,” You said between kisses. “Do you think your dick can handle that?”

“I may not be in my rut but I feel like you might make me start up again,” Wooyoung responded.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly. That morphed into a moan as Wooyoung bucked his hips so that his cock could brush your wet folds. You were so goddamn wet for our hybrid kitty. “You’re going to be quiet, Wooyoung, otherwise someone is going to knock on that door and know what we’re doing.”

You clamped a hand over Wooyoung’s loud mouth as he eagerly nodded. Then you used your other hand to angle his engorged length to your hole and you lowered yourself down. You had to bite down a groan of your own as you slowly but surely took him within yourself. Once he was fully seated inside you, you started to rock your hips slowly.

Wooyoung’s tongue glided along the seam of his lips unconsciously, and in doing so, ran along your hand. You could feel the cheeky smile beneath your palm. He braced the muscles of his pelvis so that you could more easily bounce on his length. You gasped at the sudden impact. Your hand fell off his mouth and gripped his shoulder instead. His sweater had fallen off his shoulder and so now you had his bronze skin under your hands instead.

Wooyoung’s eyes were hooded as you rose and lowered yourself on him. “That’s it, ride me, pretty. Ride me and suck me dry.” His hands urged your hips forward, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

“Wooyoung,” You sighed his name.

“Gonna come already?” Wooyoung teased. “And I thought I was the desperate one.”

Your hand gripped his hair harshly and you yanked his head back. Your mouth descended down on his in a rough kiss that had you both moaning into each other’s lips. And then you came. You came hard and tangled your tongue with his. The clenching of your walls sent Wooyoung over the edge, along with the faint tugging of his hair as well. As your hips slowed their movement, you could feel Wooyoung’s tail around your waist now.

“Thank you,” Wooyoung murmured against your lips. “You make me very, very happy.”

“It would make me happy if you walked out of this cafe with my cum filling you up and your panties the only barrier keeping it from gushing down your thighs,” Wooyoung giggled.

“Naughty kitty,” You snarled without any heat behind it.

“But I’m your naughty kitty,” Wooyoung said in a husky voice. “And that’s all that matters.”

“Yeosang… are you sure this is the way?” You asked uneasily. 

As a dwarf, you were already terrified of being in a forest where the trees were alive. But the deeper you travelled with your elven escort, the more the forest started to feel…off.

“Of course this is the way. Do you know how many centuries I’ve been travelling this path through the forest to get to the mountains?” Yeosang said, his arrogance intertwining his voice. 

Still, you couldn't help but want to grab your axe, even though you knew the motion would offend the trees. Yeosang had scolded you earlier when you had not strapped your axe to your back upon entering the forest. But your instincts, the same that had once saved you from a cave-in while mining, were blaring in your head.

“Do you not sense that?” You persisted. “Yeosang, please, pause for a moment. The forest seems darker; more menacing.”

Yeosang waved you off a second time. “That’s simply your dwarven fear of the forest. It’ll pass. I’ll sing you a song if you like to keep your mind off of it.”

Although you were never one to say no to hearing your best friend’s singing voice, that had the depth of your natural habitat, even with the allure of it softly lilting through the air, you still had an unease in your shoulders.

You breathed in and out deeply, in order to settle your nerves, but instead, your body started to feel some type of way. Your lower half tightened as if you had just completed an hour of foreplay. Why the hell would you feel turned on in a moment like this? Did you have a fear kink?

“Perhaps I spoke too soon,” Yeosang grunted ahead, halting his singing.

“What’s wrong?” This time your hand does reach behind you for your axe. 

Yeosang turned around and your eyes went immediately to the very apparent, throbbing cock in his pants. “There is something wrong with the forest. And I fear it is affecting me.”

Your mouth began to fill with saliva at the thought of Yeosang’s cock. You shook your head in an attempt to shed such thoughts. Yeosang was an elf. It was okay to be friendly with them, and even though Yeosang lived in an elven community that was housed in the mountains, it was still frowned upon to have any intermingling beyond a friendship. 

You threw any ‘I told you so’s’ out the window and decided that speed would be best. “Let’s get out of here-- and quickly.”

You started to walk briskly but Yeosang’s arms halted you. “Wait, tarry a moment.”

Your body was hot and your lower half was wet and you knew something was very wrong. “We have to flee, Yeosang, what are you--”

Yeosang swallowed loudly. His pupils were blown. He licked his lips and said, “I wish to taste you.”

Your eyes widened at Yeosang’s words. “You know not what you speak of, friend. Please, let us leave!”

Yeosang shook his head and fell to his knees. “My mouth craves your sweet cavern.”

You squished Yeosang’s head between your hands. “You’ve gone mad.”

“I will go mad if you do not let me please you,” Yeosang insisted. 

To prove his point, Yeosang proceeded to push his face between your breasts, almost snuggling into them as if they were pillows to be enjoyed. You moaned, feeling far more sensitive than you normally were. That only encouraged Yeosang to grab two handfuls of your breasts and massage them properly, his head still plunged in their depths.

“We are in the middle of a forest, Yeosang!” You protested.

“And you are a plum that I would like to taste,” Yeosang replied, words slightly muffled. 

Yeosang mouthed at the swell of your breasts, groping you through your clothes, making his way down the center of your torso. His hands found the waistband of your pants and his eyes rolled back up to you. 

“Are you wet? Is your slickness running down your legs as you speak? Do you ache for something inside of you? Please tell me you are affected like I am at this moment,” Yeosang pleaded.

You wove your hand through Yeosang’s long hair, tracing the braid along his temple. “I feel it, Yeosang, but we are friends. And you are an elf and I am a dwarf. We cannot act on these feelings.”

Yeosang snarled, feral and dark. “They can shove those rules up their asses. I want to trace your folds with my tongue.”

You whimpered softly and Yeosang slowly smiled. “Do you like the sound of that, my brilliant ruby?”

Your mind was becoming clouded with lust and soon all your logical and reasonable thoughts were fleeing. You found yourself nodding your head in agreement. “I like the sound of that very much, Yeosang.”

Yeosang moaned and then swiftly, he was pulling your pants off. He had your back up against a dark tree, and a leg thrown over his shoulder. His long fingers were parting you, baring your cunt to the cool forest air and you shivered. It was quickly remedied when he brought his hot, wet tongue to your folds, licking you from hole to clit as if to savor his first taste of you.

Your lust provoked you to push Yeosang’s face further into your cunt. You needed more than faint flickering's of his tongue. His nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue found your hole, pushing in and out. You grinded your cunt down on his face as if it was the very thing you needed for survival. 

Yeosang pulled your hands from tangling up in his hair and climbed up your body once again. His face was covered in your slick but you couldn't find an ounce of shame in it, only a burning need for more from him. 

“If my cock does not fuck your tight little cunt this very moment I fear I will go mad,” Yeosang admitted with a dark growl.

“Get inside of me right now,” You snarled back. 

You changed positions, Yeosang with his back against the tree now and you straddling his now naked lower half. You gripped Yeosang’s cock firmly in both hands and guided it to your wet hole. It was hard to smear your wetness over Yeosang’s cockhead because he continued to thrust up, sloppily rubbing against your clit and rubbing your wetness on your outer folds. 

“Hold still, you fool,” You hissed. “You fuck nothing but thighs.”

Yeosang’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Yes, let’s do that too.”

You squealed as you found yourself bent over on the ground now. Yeosang’s lengthy torso laid itself over you as he directed his cock between your closed thighs. His cock pushed through your plush thighs and he groaned at the stimulation. 

Peering at your crotch upside down, you could view his cockhead playing peekaboo through your thighs. The sight alone made you moan, however, his cock was rubbing against your folds and your clit, curved and velvet-hard that it was. 

It was debased and you weren’t even fucking but somehow it matched the fervor you both felt in this moment. You were like animals in heat, unable to deny what your baser instincts were calling for: simply release. 

You watched with avid interest as Yeosang fucked your thighs until he released in a frenzy on the soil. You found your climax yourself, Yeosang’s curved cock finding your clit over and over again until it sent you over the edge. It wasn’t a world-shattering climax but it was enough to fill the void for the most part…

But one release was simply not enough. Yeosang had you straddle him and he raised you up and down his shaft until you both came a second time. The third was sampling each other’s wares, in a position of your cunt held over his face as you knelt and took his cock in your mouth. By the fourth time, the two of you lazily rubbed your pelvises together, the slow ember of lust coaxed between the two of you. 

“Yeo-Yeosong,” You panted. 

“One more,” Yeosang cajoled, “You can do it.”

Your cunt is swollen with lust and multiple orgasms and still Yeosang’s cock remained hard and continued to spurt on his stomach even as you both came, groaning in unison. You were both a sweaty mess, clothes half forgotten, and breathing labored.

You felt your body finally relax, the lust finally running its course. “What in Durin’s Beard was that?”

“I have once heard… of dangerous pollens… that made a group of elves descend upon each other like ravenous wolves in lust but… I thought it men’s tales… or lusty thoughts of lesser dwarves…” Yeosang said between gasps.

You sent your best friend a glower. “Glad to see you’ve re-acquired your elvish arrogance.”

“That wasn’t abhorrent,” Yeosang admitted, using a leather cord to tie up his hair. 

You sighed heavily and began to gather your clothes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, I guess.”

“Do you think…” Yeosang paused and you froze as his words held in his throat. “We could do that again?”

You whipped around, clutching your clothes to your chest. “Again?”

Yeosang avoided your gaze, a pretty pink blush spreading on his face, only highlighting his birthmark. “Yes.”

You clucked your tongue. “I’m not so sure since it was only ‘not abhorrent’ to you.”

“It was amazing,” Yeosang gushed. 

You looked at your best friend's face and found his eyes were lit up with happiness and your chest constricted. Perhaps it was the pollen that got you here but now that it had happened, your heart might not be able to be swayed the other way.