“W-We shouldn’t what if we draw attent- oh fuck-!”

That shuddering breath leaves Dwight. He slaps his hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried hard to keep all those little noises inside. His body tingles as Lucio does a long lick against his clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of his pussy as he does, prepping Dwight for whats to come. Lucio forces his legs apart, sending his thighs trembling at the various sensations that are close to overwhelming Dwight’s head.

This wasn’t the ideal place for a quickie if you asked Dwight, an abandoned building with rotting wood and creaking floors that either indicated the age of the building or that something was lurking about. How bad it would be if they were caught with their pants down by zombies, quite literally. Despite that, there was something exciting about doing it here, in the danger of it all. It made the witch realize he was a greater freak than he thought, all of those erotic novels were catching up to him.

Dwight moans behind his hand as Lucio continues to stimulate his clit, suckling at it like a treasured treat and his fingers working his hole. He bites his knuckle to contain his noises, but his hand is quickly swatted away by Lucio as he drives Dwight over the edge, a shuddering moan leaving him as he squirts, running down his thighs and leaving the witch trembling. Lucio’s fingers leave Dwight as the witch whines, already missing the sensation. Thankfully, the witch doesn’t need to beg as Lucio ruts against Dwight’s entrance before penetrating him.

With his hole worked, Lucio takes no time to give powerful and hungry thrusts, driving Dwight over the edge. He pins Dwight’s wrists above his head with one hand, preventing the witch from quieting his moans. Dwight’s noises echo throughout the hall, the emptiness of the building acting like chamber, his moans reverb back to him.

“Say it. Say you need me. Say it louder.”

Much to Dwight’s dismay, Lucio slows his thrusts, staring the witch in the eye as he waits. With each passing second, it drives Dwight crazy, as he attempts to move his hip on his own, tears springing to the corner of his eyes.

“Lucio please, don’t stop, please I need you!”

The witch begs, pitifully moving his hips his body desiring more. Lucio maintains eye contact as he resumes his previous pace, a chorus of moans leaving the little witch. His obedience is rewarded as Lucio continues to rut into him, hitting Dwight’s spot. Lucio hits deep inside of him, using his free hand to hold onto Dwight’s hip as he finishes inside of him, Dwight’s thighs trembling as he does. When Lucio pulls out of him, his cum trailing down his thighs, Dwight lays there, panting and trying to catch his breath.

The witch feels fried, his brain overwhelmed and overstimulated. It’s as if smoke could be seen coming from his head. Dwight feels something thrown over him to shield his body, and then arms lift him up, hoisting Dwight over Lucio’s shoulder. It wasn’t smart to stay in one spot for too long, and in Dwight’s condition, he wasn’t moving anytime soon.