#moanday

“Oh, fuck”, you moaned loudly as your head rolled back on your shoulders and your eyes closed from the pleasure.

Never, in a million years, would you have imagined riding an Oni. But here you were, feeling like the size of his dick alone split you in half with every thrust inside. It was common for Oni to be double the size of a mere human man - and it wasn’t just the height.

Another moan rippled through your throat, the pleasure wafting through every fibre of your body as it built up into that tight, tingling knot. 

Your legs already lost all their strength and weren’t it for Jongho’s strong hold on your hips, his thrust probably would have sent you flying by now. 

“Jongho”, you moaned as your hands wandered along your bare upper body, teasing your breasts and nipples.

He grunted lowly, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes trained on your hands. While Jongho had tricked you into believing he was a man, who got lost and hurt in the forest of this mountain, he couldn’t keep his appearance up for long. For a moment Jongho even believed you to be some sort of bewitching creature - yet you were nothing but a simple human woman.

“I’m close”, you half whimpered, half moaned. Your nails gently scratched along your fair skin, desperately trying to find some sort of leverage.

“Hold onto my tusks”, Jongho commanded with another grunt. He slowed his thrusts down until your fingers wrapped around his enlarged lower canines. “Hold on tight, little human,” he told you with a hint of mirth coating his voice, “and let me hear how good you’re feeling.”

His words were already more than enough to make your knees weak and skyrocket you to your orgasm. Paired with his brutal pace and precise hits, he had you seeing stars in no time. 

Nothing but moans were able to leave your mouth. Nothing but moans were heard around the forest. And Jongho would make sure to hear them whenever he wanted to.

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