He'd treat you like his little lab rat. All collared and chained in his hidden basement to do all sorts of experiments on you.
He would inject you with DNA to grow cat like appendages. A cute fluffy tail and the softest ears that'd flick and startle in alertness anytime you heard the steps of his shoes approaching.
At first you would fight him, using your new sharp claws and biting at him. He would get scratched up and making him bleed would be the one pleasure you could afford in this hellhole but eventually you're forced to seek him out.
He would leave for hours on end. The isolation would be draining. You craved companionship and when he finally thin you've learned your lesson he would welcome you back with open arms. He would pet your head and coo in your ears about how good you were. You would purr and preen at his praises, the feline part of your body grasping for any ounce of affection.
Slowly you would grow dependent on him. He would notice your walls breaking. You would purr anytime he touched you. Would wait by the door to welcome him in with a big smile, just waiting to hear his praises of how good you've been. Eventually he would deem you ready to leave the basement. But of course he needs precautions in case you get any ideas.
He would click a cute bell collar on your neck and attach a leash on you, and just like a real cat he would insert a chip into you. You would never be able to escape him. But at this point that would be the last thing on your mind. Finally after months of training he had you all pliant and soft just for him.
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Hope you guys enjoy this! I just wrote everything that came to mind on the spot. I got inspired to write this because I saw artwork of dotorre doing experiments on aether 🤤
Let me know if you want more or I'd you have ideas to build off on! Who knows. Maybe I'll write an actual fic or work on this more to refine the idea.
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You’re lying back on the padded incline of the testing table, breathing heavily with a soft smile on your face.
Your wrist and ankles bound in soft restraints.
Clamps pinching your pebbled nipples.
Legs trembling slightly from the aftershocks of your latest orgasm.
The scientist has already used an air pulse toy and a vibrating wand, and your slick is running down your legs.
She takes a break and steps closer, running her fingers slowly down your body. Your soft skin makes her sigh in need, and she run her fingers until they reach your wetness, and dips them into your pretty cunt.
You can’t keep down your moans as she pumps and curls her fingers in and out of you.
Your skin is flushed, breathe short, and your eyes are so hazy. Every nerve in your body is tingling.
“You’ve cum so much already. But you love this, don’t you?”
You are the most perfect test subject. So reactive, so vocal. You love the feel of her palm on your clit. Her fingers hitting the right places, it just all feels so good.
She kisses the side of your neck, and whispers soft words as she does it. Pumping her fingers faster into you, your overstimulated body trembling, and pulling a bit on the chain that connects the clamps.
“Ah—yes! Please! Please!” Your toes curl as you feel another orgasm coming. “Right there! Y-yes! —ah!”
It hits you hard. Your body trembling and twitching as you cum, and try to gain your breath back.
The scientist takes her fingers out of you, and licks them as she steps away again. You rest your head against the padded table as you watch her.
She goes back to the row of toys, and picks up a hot pink vibrator, which she turns on after turning around to look at you.
𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic workaholic scientist, who carries an entire hero organisation on her back, her science work and motherhood all at the same time
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... she was the greatest mind of litharia, you were a great biologist. both of you sharing one big passion. hating each other, passionately⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . hatefucking . stem rivals .
Rishima was known as Litharia's greatest mind. Someone who has provided theories that won awards and schematics that advanced technology in ways that some could only dream of. And you? You were regarded as one of the greatest researchers in regards to microbiology, disease assessment and medical advancement as a whole. The biology to her chemistry and physics.
This meant that the both of you should have got along, right? After all, your fields often intersected, specifically for the inter-dimensional teleportation travel. You were the name she was given to run through her schematics and their affects on the human body. Often some of your apparatuses were invented by her. You work often brought the both of you together. But here's the thing —
You couldn't stand each other. She was too confident, you were too prideful, neither of you backed down from each other in board meetings filled with hundreds of other professionals in your field. Often talk shows would invite you both together, and it would turn into a debate on life television.
It infuriated you, it frustrated her. The frustrating way in which you'd maintain eye contact with her in every situation — how she'd brush past you just enough to ghost your skins. Leaving you wanting while she's all smug.
"Professor Singhania, how lovely seeing you here?" "Can't say the same, Doctor." "I heard your latest hypothesis was rejected." "Well, it had your input."
The tension was just as palpable on media as it was between the sheets. It started as an accident, really. You'd both been arguing in her office about the project that you'd both been assigned by the board. A horrible decision by the others, truly. You couldn't come to an agreement, but you definitely managed to settle for her on your cock and her tongue down your throat.
"You're suckin' me in - fuck,"
"You're too fuckin' sensitive."
Your jaw ticked. Hands squeezed tighter on the fat of her ass and your hips found a new vigour. The momentary blissful suffocation fried your brain, but you were promptly brought back to life by that damn mouth of hers.
Wet slapping filled the room. Balls pounding against her soft ass as you slammed her down with every rough drive your dick made upwards. Carving yourself into her walls and hitting a gummy spot that sent her head back.
Scarlet nails dug into your shoulders. From the angle you just barely caught those sharp eyes rolled back. She couldn't keep her moans down — and oh, after hearing how sinfully sweet their sounded? You weren't going to let her.
Your thumb trapped her clit and swirled. As if trying to prove a point. As if trying to break her for all that she was. You grinned at her depraved whine and brought her down all the way, cunt clenched tight around your base as she squelches pretty little bubbles.
"Are you sure I'm the sensitive one, baby?" You chuckled - but it caught in a groan as she intentionally clenches and buried her teeth into your neck. You nearly crumble, nearly falter.
But you have a point to prove, so you power your hips with all your frustration and start pistoning up into her until she's drooling.
"Fuck -" she gulped, hands moving to bury into your back neck. "You're so - desperate."
You huffed a laugh, swallowed your own whine and shallowly fucked into the spot you knew had her creaming around you.
"And you're the most pathetic whore I know."
"Fuck you."
"You are, dollface."
You swore it would never happen again. Wrote each other off as enemies and nothing more. That's what you kept telling yourselves, but only one of those statements were correct.
Suddenly, she was pinned to an empty hallway of an international conference. You've ridden that damned mermaid skirt of her up and propped her over your shoulders. She wanted to berate and batter at you all through the meeting, so why not see how she tries to do that while you're tongue-fucking her? Needless to say she came on your mouth at least thrice, gripping onto your hair and begging for a break.
Joined lifts to different events ended with her in your lap in a limousine seat. Grinding up into each other, tongues down your throats, unbuttoning and unzipping whatever necessary to feel each other again. As if it was something neither of you could stop.
"Look so stupid in that suit." She moaned as she glided with your cock slotted between her folds. No penetration, just sloppily grinding on each other to bring you there.
She yanked on your tie, messing your mouth in that shade of maroon you've grown obsessed with. Your dick twitched between her folds and it took every ounce of your self-restraint not to plunge into her heated tightness.
"You sure about that, dollface?" You chuckled, hands feeling around and cupping on her ass. "Jumped me the second we got into this car."
"You wouldn't stop staring."
"I was eyeing up your aduacity."
She hauled you into another messy kiss, your hips joined a sinful rhythm. But neither of you would be able to cum, not yet —
You did in the trip coming back. Neither of you were staying away from each other after a night of eye-fucking across the venue.
You hated the attention she got. Not the attention for her brain and brilliance, but the greedy, carnal attention she naturally attracted from both men and women. Maybe that's why you're here, outside her apartment, kissing her the second she opens the door and stumbling her back until she's trapped against the sofa. You fucked her until she was cross-eyed and unable to talk back the way she usually would. You were satisfied, but god did you miss it too.
It's no problem, she got you back in a hospital bathroom. Pale knees to the white tiles and taking your dick down her throat until you were hopelessly, messily fucking her throat with reckless abandon. She'd pull away after gulping down your cum, ever as blunt, ever as infuriating. "No shame, hmm Doctor? In your own practice . . ." You took her back to your office to bend her over your desk for that one.
You were staring to enjoy this a little too much. Needing her, needing to see her, needing her body — and she gave it all to you without hesitation. No matter how many times she cussed you out on live television, she always squeezed around you as if she loved you. As if to she loved to hate you.
"You sure you hate this cock baby?"
You crooned above her. She's in your bed. In your arms. Taking your dick as well as the first time. Her plush thighs pressed back as you found a ruthless rhythm. Chasing every clench and squeeze of her tight cunt.
Leaning over you, you ghosted kisses to her lips and she tried so desperately to push her head forward. Take your lips and trap your tongue — and you grant it to her. All in favour for pressing into her tighter and fucking her until she was creaming for the fourth time.
"Mngh!"
"Tell me," you heaved, fisting her hair, parting with saliva. "Tell me you hate it. Tell me it's yours."
She chased the string of spit and crashed her lips to your again. Hips pitifully trying to keep up even as you fuck her through her orgasm. She whined, sobbed, and buried her hands into your hair.
Character(s): Steampunkish robotic scientist (Unnamed character / Original works)
Summary: While many has chips and wires in their body and blood, trade a part of their body for something more metal you choose not to. Walking down the alley you caught the eyes of a particular famous robotics engineer.
Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, male!yandere oc, delusional yandere, general yandere themes, dark themes, horror themes, kidnapping/abduction, implied mutilation later toward reader (arms and legs), drugging, needles
There are many cyborgs, men and women choosing to trade their limbs for robotics some other part, for something better, something stronger to protect themselves or to have something that they once didn't have or lost. Different reasons, some more natural than others, some more obvious than others. But there were a few who didn't trade their veins for wires and skin for metal. Maybe to them, it was not the time yet or maybe they chose not to.
You were the same, yet to exchange yourself for metals, chips and wires. Maybe that was how he took notice of you.
You weren't special, not necessarily there are many who also didn't choose to do the same as you.
And it is not that you are innocent to it, sometimes you do feel like someone was trying to dig holes in the back of your neck but whenever you try to look whenever you try to find the person... you find nothing… It happened over and over and over but you can't find them...
You asked your friends if they felt someone watching yet they say they didn't. Some of your friends tried to help, always keeping an eye out when they saw the concern on your face. But they didn't find anything. Didn't see anything.
They told you to report it to the police, but they could not help. You should have pushed for the police to help you, you should have asked your friend if you could stay in their place that day instead of going home alone, and you should have yelled louder but how could you when your mouth was suddenly covered by a damp cloth. You tried to struggle even more before fainting.
You woke up to total darkness, your head on someone's lap in a car as they continued to stroke your hair. “You shouldn't wake up yet. Sleep.” You didn't recognize the voice as you struggle to stay awake yet were forced back to sleep.
The next time you woke up you were strapped into a metal table your hands and shoulders strapped down as well as your feet and waist. Your eyes were blinded by the bright light that was above you.
You tried to look away but as you looked around your heart dropped at what you saw.
Robots parts littered the place, the table and some hanging on ceilings. Some were full bodies lifeless and unmoving, with eyes without pupils that made them eerie and unnerving. Others were separated, with only hands or legs, you saw a torso and some heads with wires coming out from their necks. You wanted to push yourself away from them, the place was dark with the only light source on top of you. It was silent as you hold your breath, in fear and terror.
You jumped, almost choking yourself from the strap on your neck when you suddenly heard a door slide open.
“It seems that you finally woke up. That’s good. I was starting to worry a bit if the medicine side effects were a bit too much for you.” You could hear steps drawing closer and closer to you flinching at each sound you tried to look at the person who kidnapped you.
“Don't be afraid, I am not gonna hurt you.” your whole body flinched when a hand suddenly touched your hair combing through his fingers, the man only chuckled at your scared face. It was hard to look at him as the light blind your eyes from getting a clear look at him. “You are quite the adorable one, I always found you to be so cute but now that I have a closer view of you… you really are beautiful.”
The hand that held your hair slowly moved to touch your face. It was careful if not loving.
It was vile and you want nothing more but to push that hand away.
Unfortunately, you didn't have the chance to voice your thoughts when the man started to laugh, "Yes. Yes! I am so glad I found you my beautiful muse you will be even more breathtaking when I turn you into the prettiest doll."
What he said raised the alarm bells in your head as you forced yourself to move even just a little bit. "What do you want from me?" You spat out, fear was evident in your eyes as you tried to break from from the straps that bound you to the table.
You have to get out, you need to. You need to run away from the room, from that man in order to live because there is no telling what he would do to your body.
"Oh, no no! You should not hurt yourself like that. Huu… I knew something like this would happen eventually, you leave me with no choice." You hear the man sigh as he grabbed something from the nearest drawer.
"This will only sting a little, my dear." His words made you panic even more, as you tried to move yet when something sharp touched your neck, pricking you. You can't help but cry out.
"If you stayed calm as you were before maybe I would not have to hurt you like this." the voice was almost nagging, as you tried to breathe scared at what he has put on you.
"The effects of the drug are nothing too serious, it won't hurt you in the long run just feelings of numbness and unable to move how you please." He told you tossing the needle that he used on you to the trash, taking cotton dipped in alcohol he started to clean the blood on your neck.
"Don't worry you will still breathe, I have no plans on killing you. Why would I when I have so much to give you." There was a delight in his voice that made you scared, as tears started to leak from your eyes nonstop.
He left the table only to return with a box, opening it. "These arms and legs are my delicate treasure. I put in hours over these lovely things."
You looked at the thing that the madman was holding, eye-widening when you realized what they were.
The two arms and two legs you saw in the box, you didn't want to believe it as you tried to struggle even more yet you felt your muscles heavier and almost unmoving as you weakly tug your restraints.
Anything is better than getting chopped up by this madman.
"Are you excited? Well of course you are!" The man chuckled as he delicately placed the metal arms down on the table as if he would break them from the light impact to the table.
"I spent many years making them, it was a shame that nobody really matched them till now." Sitting down in a chair he rested his chin on his hand, as the other placed on the hair on your scalp.
He was looking at you, eyes almost full of love and adoration yet you could see it.. you could see how unhinged they were, the craze that swirling inside them. "You were almost like a flower among the dried leaves when I saw you. It took some time but I was finally able to get you in my grasp."
"Don't worry my dear I will make you beautiful, you will be my lovely art that people will only be in awe of when they look at you." His words terrified you as you tried to tug your restraints even more while he acted as if he was ignorant of your panic and continued to play with your hair.
"I will take care of you, and keep you pretty so you don't have to worry about anything else. Now sleep, let me do all the work."
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Soft machinery ambience of a busy one-man laboratory thrums comfortably into the ears of the scientist typing away at her keyboard, working attentively.
Beautiful magenta eyes stay in focus on the numbers and words appearing on the monitor each time she writes something new and changes up an old code.
The tunnelvision on the computer leaves her in a trance as usual. Working, something she truly is married to. Without it, she feels restless and uneasy. Aside from when she’s got you or her husband with her.
Even so, work goes on. A thing that makes you want to test her limits at times. A fun little game you’ve found yourself enjoying quite a lot. A tease, or perhaps two. You love the way her eyes twitch just slightly when it gets to her.
Message upon message you send her. Teases, videos, voicenotes, each time you end up with the messy fucking from both sides. You do it on purpose and she hates it. As much as she also loves it.
It would be lying if she said she didn’t need any sort of stress relief such as. But she does.
Beep.
Unfocusing her eyes immediately her body moves out of the chair. Like a reflex almost. After all these years of work in laboratories, her ears grow sharp and so do her reactions.
The small vials of blood she had put through assessment are immediately labelled with the aetheer’s names that she tested on. One of them being her son.
It’s time to change up his stabiliser. The old ones do not work on him anymore. This poor boy. He can’t seem to catch a break, can he?
Ah, no matter. He loves being who he is, it benefits his work. Which he is just as hooked on as his mother.
Putting away the blood tests into their respective corner, she makes her way back to her desk. Seating herself in the workchair she has had with her for she doesn’t know how long. But as long as it still feels good to sit in and her back doesn’t feel like it’ll break. It’s fine.
Soft fingertips ready themselves to type away at the keyboard once more, but end up being distracted as her phone plings with a notification. Her right hand immediately shooting over to see whether or not it was a message from an aetheer group— but it wasn’t.
It was from you.
She sighs, brows raised in question when she sees it is an attatched file message that was sent.
Might as well check quickly.
Absentmindedly, her left hand continues to type away at the desktop keyboard. Knowing numbers and equations in her head so well now she doesn’t need to look to make sure she gets it right. The muscle memory in her fingers is insane.
You know it very well.
A memory that will always stick to your mind was after you had healed up from bottom surgery- the feel of her hand pumping away so skillfully left your head spinning, you had squirted your cum all over her hand and she cleaned it up happily after.
Rishima opened up the messages and saw a dark screen, and so she squints her eyes. Wondering whether this was an accidental video or not.
But then she saw the timespan of it. Almost 3 minutes? Maybe it was a voice message.
The second her thumb tapped at it, you loaded in on the screen, your thumb teasing at your tip, while whining for her.
Quickly she ceased typing on the keyboard of the desktop, and just sat and watched, thrown off guard by the sudden images. Well, as thrown off guard as she could be. She show’s it to very little amounts. Her hand shakes a little, while her throat goes dry.
“Rishi baby. . . fuc-k, come home. Always working so ha-ngh, hard” You whimper pathetically, though she can hear the grin in your voice.
Without knowing, her teeth find her plush bottom lip and sink into it. You splutter your small begs and moans, and just as you are about to start pumping at your shaft, you move the camera to your beautiful face. Your handsomly, irritatingly gorgeous face. With eyes rolling back, while you laugh.
You know exactly what you’re doing.
She typed that as well in the chat as she finished the video, face red, as she put the phone away and she started working once more.
. . .
Well, for very little time, as another pling sounds from her phone.
A text, from you.
I’m not doing anythiiing, Rishima. Come home I miss you :((
A pair of lungs stutter with a hitch, while he thumbs move swiftly across the screen of the phone to respond to your message. Though she only gets halfway through
Behave yourself you know i’m at wor |
Be |
The message is immediately deleted as a picture pops onto the chat, she can see everything. From your chest and down. Those pretty top surgery scars, she adores tracing and pressing soft kisses to when the both of you go to bed together on rare occasions.
She denies the way you make her pussy flutter the second she sees how you’re squeezing at yourself, straddling one of the pillows while jerking off.
With quick clearing of her throat, she puts the phone away to continue working.
Oh but, Rishima, what worth is it to keep going when you await another message?
Ping, another message— another video.
Why bother watching it. She asks herself, rising from her chair, running a hand through her hair and clapping to turn off the laboratory’s functions. Except for those who need to run overnight scans and assesments.
If anything she’ll phone Javier and ask him to watch over the place while she’s gone.
Stop sending, and get ready. Doll.
The response came quicker than you’d thought it would. But with excitement sparkling in your eyes, you start pumping away at your erection. Letting out a small moan and breathless call for her name.
You feel her hand take over quickly the second she’s stepped out of the portal from the order. The ethereal light from it enhancing her beauty. Gods Why does she have to be so fucking pretty?
“F-Fuck, took you long enough.” You tease. Only for the grin that you wore previously fall into a large gape of your mouth. Your arousal drooling onto her hands.
“Shut up.” She groans, peppering kisses down your neck and to your pelvis. Her hands tugging at the panties she was wearing and slipping them off. While you take no time to get any of her clothes off. The shirt thrown to the side, with the bra scattered to a corner of the room.
Her skirt when last, your hands gripping eagerly at her hipdips. Enjoying the feel of the warm squish and tummy rolls below your palms when you move them up and down her sides. Breast in your mouth to suck at her nipple.
“Mngh— easy.” She whines.
So sensitive. It makes you chuckle in satisfaction, while your fingers move to rub at her clit. Left hand guiding her wetting cunt down against the hard cock, rubbing it inbetween her folds to collect the slick. The beautiful drawled out moans echoing out in the room shoots excitement through your tummy.
The bed puffs softly when Rishima lands in the soft pillows and mattress. Black hair sprawled out and her eyes tired but aroused.
You run your hands back to her hips again, squeezing at then gently. She’s needed some help with easing up. So you are here to help her.
Slowly, you begin pushing in. Still getting used to the feeling of being able to- and feeling it. The way her velvet walls clamp down on you sends your head backwards, a groan vibrating out of you while you smile, already delirious at the feeling of her wet cunt welcoming you in happily like the whore she is.
“Missed me huh?”
“M- mm— you’re infuriating.” She responds, gasping at the small thrusts and strokes that you begin with. The pace building as you both ease into the feel. Her arms slung around your shoulders. Red stained lips worshipping your jaw and cheeks.
“Fuck. Rishima.” You quitely groaned against her ear. Your hips jutting against her, stuttering as you felt her walls clamp down on your throbbing cock for dear life. As if they’re begging you not to go.
Whines begin cascading down on the pillowcases. As the woman below you begins moving her hips in tandem with yours. It feels so perfect and you—
Suddenly you’re flipped over. The warm cunt your dick settled in momentarily off of it. And you’re about to complain, until you feel the warmth of it come back down. And you throw your head back into the pillows with a crosseyed smile.
“Yeah, p-please— please faster”
Oh your adorable begging. She can’t deny you the pleasure of going a bit faster now, can she? Her own chest begins convulsing slightly from the stuttered breaths and moans. Hands supporting her on your chest. While her breasts bounce and jiggle with the rhythm of your position every time her cunt lands down to the base of your weeping dick.
Her hand moves to grip your jaw, making you look at the sight of your bodies joined together. The sight of your dick inside of her, the sounds of skin against skin — The mixing juices. gods, it’s all too much. You feel a rush clash through you. Orgasm rolling it’s toll and taking the whole run around the room to make moans bounce on and off the walls.
You hear her join in, the feel of her cum squirting with yours, and her body collapsing onto yours makes you instinctively wrap your arms around her waist and fuck into her desperately, with nothing but sloppy and messy thrusts and plunges to pull both orgasms out of you to their end.
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𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕a wise, dutiful grim reaper mother and a monotone, genius scientist
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... meng yao decides to turn the tables on the dynamics with your other lover ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut ⊹ submitted by : 🍄 anon .
Just thinking about Meng Yao giving Rishima a punishment using you.
Sweet little you that gets bossed around by Rishima all the time.
Meng Yao will let you hump and grind your pussy on hers while she's all tied up. Can't do anything to you but call you a slut and a whore. Telling you how she is gonna spank your ass sore once she gets out.
All under the watchful eye of Meng Yao. You'll just pout and halt your movements, causing her to let out such a pitiful whine, looking at Meng Yao for back up.
She'll just walk over to you, take Rishima's nipple in between her fingers to give her a small pinch and tell you that you should enjoy Rishima like this before she spanks you all red.
You'll let out a little hmph, kick your foot on to the bed and set a brutal pace again. Rishima will moan and cry under you, squirting all over you while you continue to grind your cunt onto hers.
You'll chase orgasm after orgasm out of both of you. Until Meng Yao grabs you by the base of your scalp to tell you enough. She always knew you were an insatiable little thing.
Just thinking about scissoring with Rishima!!:( But you're on top, and she has a hand around your throat to control your movements!! And you just wanna be good for her!!:( And you wanna ease some of the weight off of her shoulders!!
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𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕a vampire queen, overtaken long since by deep insanity. intelligent and scheming
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... scissoring with the vampire queen, rishima, to help some of that weight off of her shoulders ⊹ cw ٬٬ scissoring . smut . clit rubbing . cum
Oh what a delight it is to see such a stoic woman's face melt into bliss. The velvet slick between you both drools and splutters with each desperate grind. While her hand lays on your throat — a better descriptor would be it hangs. For Rishima's dazed out, pleasured state, cannot bear to order you around right now.
"Such a - hah - such a good doll, oh."
Monotone voice now tinged with bliss. Magenta eyes cross at the centre as one of her pale hands move mindlessly. It finds your tit, squeezes and runs her cool thumb over the pebbled nub. "So good, making your queen feel so good."
You can only moan, lean over — more like stumble - and pour your lips to hers. Breasts flush together. Intensity ignites higher - and higher - as your hips meet in sloppy bucks and needy gyrates.
"M-My lady -" your whine into her lips, she drinks it with your blood; her fangs lay the culprit. "My lady. Cum with me, please."
She hardly grants anyone's wish, but she'll grant your every desire. With her arms hooked around your neck and those divine moans melting to match your whimpers. Hot cum paints your thighs and stains her sheets.
How she collapses into you. Embraces you just as you do her. Still moaning, still humping away. Greed always was her greatest sin.
