Illyana’s hot. It’s a double meaning for you at the moment. She’s hot, of course, attractive and all that. But right now, as she’s half on top of you and essentially smothering you in her sleep, she’s literally hot. You’re burning up and surely sweating all over her sheets.

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You couldn’t even sleep. You’re too hot, and you’re not even tired. If you knew this was why she wanted you to come to her room when she texted, you would have ignored her. You didn’t need to keep her company while she napped. Of course, if you had ignored her, she would have teleported into your room and demanded an explanation, which you know from past experience.

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So when she calls, you come, even though you drag your feet down the hall and complain when she tells you to lie down so she can nap. You don’t know why she couldn’t nap alone, but she does seem very comfortable with her head tucked against your neck, snoring softly almost right in your ear.

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There are no options for entertainment either, because one of her arms is thrown across your body, trapping your arms down at your sides. You can’t move her because she’ll wake up and get mad, which you also know from past experience.

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There’s one way she doesn’t mind being woken up, though, and you have to put it to use. She prefers your mouth, but with your current position, that’s out of the question. Your hand is right there, so you flatten the palm of your arm that’s underneath her and press it up against her crotch.

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She groans in her sleep as you rub her cock through her pants. She gets chubbed up after only a few seconds, and you curl your fingers around her through her pants. Her hips jerk forward, humping into your hand, and she grunts softly.

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“‘Was having the best dream.” She mumbles as she shifts on top of you. “Imagine my disappointment to wake up to some horny bitch groping me in my sleep.”

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Even half asleep, she still finds the effort to be mean. You roll your eyes and pull your hand away. Considering how your relationship started, and how often she wakes you up with her cock, she has no right to complain about a bit of touching in her sleep.

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“I didn’t say stop.” She grunts. “Finish what you started.” She rolls onto her back and quickly shimmies out of her sweatpants. You roll onto your side and reach down to grab her shaft, but she knocks your head away. “You can do better than a hand, can’t you?” She raises an eyebrow and stares at you expectantly. When you don’t move right away, she grabs the back of your head and pushes you down the bed. “Suck me, baby.”

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You slide down the bed and situate yourself between her legs. Illyana’s not known for her patience, so you waste no time wrapping your lips around the head of her, now fully erect, cock. You suck softly, earning an appreciative groan from the blonde. She keeps her hand on the back of your head and eases your head lower on her shaft.

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She rarely lets you actually suck her off. Illyana always wants to control the pace. She guides your head up and down, slowly pushing more of her cock into your throat.

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“Stick your tongue out.” She moans as she thrusts her hips up, burying her whole cock in your throat. She’s spent countless hours throat training you to make sure you can take her whole length. You choke softly, but manage to heed her instructions. You stick your tongue out, pressing it against her balls. You wiggle it back and forth, earning a groan.

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“Fuck.” She groans and her abs tense beneath her shirt. She holds you down for a few seconds, enjoying your soft gags and tongue. Illyana grits her teeth and suddenly yanks your head back hard. Her chest rises and falls shakily as she glares at you. Without warning, she pulls your hair hard to yank your head back and slaps you across the cheek with her other hand.

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This has become a rather annoying habit of hers. She knows she cums fast, but is too impatient to go get her cock ring half the time and is too greedy to stop at a reasonable time, so she waits till she’s right at the tipping point and then makes you stop. So, she essentially edges herself and then, of course, finds some way to take out her frustration on you.

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Your cheek burns, and you keep your eyes down at her twitching, angry cock. “I want your cunt.” She huffs after she catches her breath and releases your hair.

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“Well, because you asked so nicely.” You snark as you sit up on your knees and lift your shirt over your head.

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“You sure you want to give me attitude?” She snaps and sits up to glare at you.

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You bite your cheek to keep from snapping back. You’re not in the mood to endure one of her punishment methods, so you softly shake your head instead and slide your pants and underwear down your legs.

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“That’s what I thought.” She smirks and eyes between your legs hungrily as you drop your clothes onto the floor beside her bed. She doesn’t waste time and grabs your shoulders to manhandle you into position. She forces you down onto your back with your head at her headboard and spreads your knees apart.

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She kneels between your legs and lines up. “Slow, Illyana, please.” You beg softly as she presses her cock against your entrance.

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“Shut up.” She snaps. “You tease me awake from my nap, and now you’re gonna take care of me. It’s what you’re good for, slut.” To make her point, she rams her cock all the way inside you in one hard thrust. You were wet enough from sucking her off, but you still yelp as she stretches you out so suddenly.

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Illyana groans and sighs. She doesn’t move for a minute, and you want to ask if she’s about to cum again, but you don’t want to push her buttons, and it’s nice you’re getting time to adjust.

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Finally, she starts moving her hips slowly back and forth, groaning softly as she thrusts in and out of you. “I love this pussy.” She moans and starts fucking into you harder, supporting her weight with one hand on the bed so she can press the fingers of her other hand against your clit.  

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“I love you.” You moan and arch against her. Illyana freezes first, processing her words before you realize what you’ve said. “Your cock.” You say fast, trying to correct. “I love your cock.”

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Illyana doesn’t say anything for a long time, but her lips slowly curl up into a shit-eating grin. “You love me?”

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“I-” You can’t think clearly; you’re too embarrassed at your admission.

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“Come on, say it again,” Illyana demands. “Tell how much you love me.”

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“I love you.” You say softly, refusing to make eye contact. Illyana moans softly and starts moving her hips again.

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“Again.” She moans and starts fucking you harder. She slams her hips into you roughly, and you can tell her orgasm is not far off.

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“I love you, Ilyana." You whimper softly as she fucks you hard.

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“Fuck.” Illyana moans and jerks her hips forward. You moan softly as warmth spreads inside you. Illyana humps into you softly as she cums, and you can feel her balls flexing against your ass. She sighs constantly as her cock stops twitching inside you and collapses.

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She lands heavy on top of you, not caring that her cock falls out of you and her cum starts dripping onto her sheets. You wiggle uncomfortably at the sensation.  “Stop.” Illyana grunts. “I’m going back to my nap. You lie there and be a good pillow for me, and maybe I’ll fuck you again and make you cum when I get up.” She shifts, yanking her pants back up before settling back into her previous position.

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You bite back any comment and let her get comfortable. You curse yourself for making your situation worse because now you’re hot, bored, horny, and leaking cum.

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“What the hell is that?” You stare at the weird contraption in the middle of the room.

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“My new assistant,” Barbara says, not even turning away from her monitors to look at you.

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“If you have an assistant, what did you call me for?” You put as much attitude as you can into your voice. It’s been a while since Barbara has called you in here. You miss her touch, her roughness, and you know one way to get it is to piss her off.

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She hums, an unhappy sound from the back of her throat. You step closer to the machine. It's a kind of humanoid, with four limbs and a solid body. You reach out and run your fingers over the smooth metal.

Faster than you can process, the robot moves. It doesn’t have fingers; its hands look more like Lego people, just C-shapes. But that doesn’t stop it from grabbing you. One claw grabs your wrist tightly and yanks your hand to the side, sending you stumbling onto the ground. You land hard on your knee, hissing as the robot twists your arm.

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“What the fuck, Barbara?” You snap.

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“Hm?” She hums, much more cheerful than before. “How many times have I told you not to touch my things without asking?” She taps a button on her keyboard.

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“Once or twice.” You sigh as the robot’s claw opens, releasing your wrist. You rise slowly, rubbing your skin where the metal clamp had been.

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“And yet, you never seem to learn.” She mutters and finally twists her neck to look over her shoulder at you. Her eyes gleam behind the reflection of her glasses.

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“Maybe you’re not a very good teacher.” You say innocently and shrug.

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Barbara narrows her eyes. “Come here. Now.” You walk forward, but take your time making your way across the room as she pushes back from her desk. “Down.” She snaps her fingers and points at her feet. You drop to your knees at her feet and look up at her with a soft pout.

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She whips her hand across your face with surprising speed. Your head turns to the side with the force, but she grabs your chin and yanks your head back to look up at her. “You know very well how unassuming I find your antics.”

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You should be apologizing, but all you do is smile dumbly up at her. You love this side of her. The sting on your cheek sends pulses of pleasure down your spine and straight to your cunt.

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“Nothing to say? God, you’re dumb.” Barbara sneers and releases your chin.

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“I’m not dumb.” You protest weakly.

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“Don’t argue with me.” She waves you off and pushes your shoulder, guiding you to move to the side so she can return to her desk. She taps furiously at her keyboard, and the robot whirs to life, moving stiffly across the room towards you.

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It’s fixated on you and practically falls on top of you. It catches itself on the floor, but right itself in a second and grabs both your wrists in its clamps and pins them to the floor. “What are you doing, B?”

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“I’m using my favorite guinea pig,” Barbara answers and flicks her eyes down at you briefly before turning back to her screens.

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You squirm, but the robot’s grip is iron-clad. Your wrists are locked firmly in place against the smooth floor. That doesn’t stop your struggle; you kick and buck, trying to get it off. Barbara sighs at your antics and taps her keyboard harder. You hear the sound of metal rubbing together and look down.  

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The robot's knees open, and two mechanical arms identical to the ones holding your wrists extend down and snap shut on your ankles. It pulls your legs apart, leaving you completely pinned down and spread. Another small metal door opens, this time from where the robot's groin would be. Another arm extends, and at the end is a distinctly phallic shape. Its head is round and smooth, but the sides are ribbed.

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You know right away what its purpose is. “You built a fuck machine.” You stare up at Barbara.

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“I built a robotic assistant. It’s going to assist me in all kinds of tasks. That includes putting you in your place.” Barbara says. She leans down with a glinting object in her hand. It’s a batarang. You shiver as she carefully cuts at the crotch of your pants.

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“Babs…” You whine. “I liked these. You could have just asked me to take-”

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“Shut up.” She snaps, and you feel the sharp point graze your skin as she cuts more recklessly. Not wanting to antagonize her further with the weapon in her hand, you hold as still as possible while she cuts your pants down the center. She repeats the process with your underwear, only sitting back up once your cunt is fully exposed.

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She watches closely as the robot bends, torso contouring into an inhuman position, and the mechanical arm extends between your legs. You bite your lip as it prods between your legs. You gasp as it suddenly thrusts, slipping an inch of its cock into your pussy. You’re wet enough; Barbara's dominance over you always gets a quick reaction, but the intrusion is sudden.

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The machine clicks and whirs as it thrusts and twists the cock inside you. You moan as it stretches you out, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper inside you. The cock twists in time with its thrusts, ensuring the ribbed textures rub against you.

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“How is that?” Barbara looks down her nose at you. “Feel good?”

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“Yeah.” You moan as the machine fucks into you hard.

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“Hm.” Barbara hums like that’s not the answer she was looking for. She types for a second, and the machine clicks. The thrusts become fast jabs. It’s a sudden uptake from the pace before, and you try to wiggle away, but are completely helpless with the clamps pinning you down.

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“Too much.” You whine up at her.

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“Aw,” she pouts down at you mockingly, before it turns into an evil smirk, “do you remember all that attitude you gave me earlier?” Uh oh. You shake your head. “No? Well, you are a dumb one, so I don’t know what I expected. But I remember. Just because your brain can’t function without someone telling you what to do doesn’t mean you get to act like a little brat.”

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You shake your head again. “I’m sorry.” Now that you’re at her mercy, you’re regretting your choice of words earlier.

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“Oh no, you’re not. Not yet. But I’ll get you there. Don’t you worry that pretty little empty head of yours.” She coos and turns completely away from you, focusing on her monitors. You watch, devastated as she puts on her headset and turns her attention to the members of the family out on patrol.

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“No.” You whine pathetically as the machine pounds into you relentlessly. Barbara seems to be settling in, and you know there’s nothing you can do to stop her. As rough as the machine is fucking into you, it’s offering no contact to your clit, making it impossible for you to cum.

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“Shut up.” Barbara snaps down at you. “Keep your mouth shut while I work, or I’ll really start to punish you.”

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You snap your lips shut, not wanting to incur any more of her wrath. You do the best you can, fighting to keep quiet at her feet as time passes. It helps when she’s talking, letting you focus on her words and rapid movements across her screens instead of the robot dildo thrusting deep and hard inside you.

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But when it’s quiet, when the only sound is the echo of her fingers tapping away, your mind can only focus on the movement inside you. The dildo thrusts and twists hard inside you, making your mind numb with pleasure.

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You’ve long since given up fighting when the thrusts slow. It still fucks into you deep and hard, but the strokes are slow, and your eyes roll back with each one.

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“Well?” It takes you a moment to realize Barbara’s talking to you. Only when your half-lidded eyes meet her hard gaze do you gain a bit of consciousness.

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“Huh?” You whimper.

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Barbara sighs. “What do you think?”

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“It hurts.” You whine. It’s a horrible combination; your cunt feels sore and abused from the constant roughness of the robot for who knows how much time has passed. But at the same time, you’re aching with desperation to cum.

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“Good.” Barbara tuts and grins to herself. “Anything else to say?”

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“Please.” You sob. You can’t decide what you want, for her to stop the robot or make you cum, all you know is you want something from her.

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“Please, what?” She raises her eyebrow.

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“Please. I-I want to cum. I’m sorry for being a brat. I didn’t mean it, please just do whatever you want and let me cum.” You beg and squirm as the machine continues slowly fucking into you.

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“Hmmm.” Barbara hums to herself and looks back at her screen. For a horrible second, you think she’s about to go back to ignoring you for another hour, but she types a few buttons and the dildo retracts out of you. You whine softly at the loss, but relief comes a second later as the clamps on your wrists and ankles release. The robot stands up slowly, standing silently and motionless to await further instruction from its master.

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You rub weakly at your wrists. While the machine was fucking you, you hadn’t paid much attention, but now you’re painfully aware of the pain in your wrists. They’re red and purple in spots, and in a few spots, there are trickles of blood where the top skin was rubbed off.

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Barbara hisses, and you look up to realize she’s looking at you. She leans down and grabs one of your wrists, examining the damaged skin carefully through her glasses. “Padding to the cuffs.” She mutters, more to herself than you, and releases your wrist to scrawl something across a notepad quickly.

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“Come here.” She turns back to you and pats her lap, pushing her chair back to make room between her body and the table. You sit up slowly, body struggling to cooperate. You haven’t even cum yet, and you’re exhausted. Your muscles ache from fighting the robot, and your legs are shaky as you use the tabletop to pull yourself up.

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You stumble over, supporting yourself on the arms of her chair as you clumsily straddle her lap. She grunts as you practically fall against her, but her arms circle around your waist to support you as you tuck your head against her shoulder.

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She keeps one arm wrapped around you, but the other slides forward, slipping between your legs. You jolt as she brushes her thumb against your clit. After having no contact for so long, it feels amazing to hump her hand, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves on her thumb.

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“Hold still.” She snaps and yanks her hand away. You whimper softly, but force your hips to still. “Are you going to behave?” She demands, her patience nonexistent.

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“Yes, Ma’am.” You nod against her neck. “Please.”

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“You’ll only get one warning.” She reminds you, and her fingers slip back between your legs. You moan but force your body to stay still as she presses her thumb against your clit and slips two fingers inside you.

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The fucking from the robot, combined with Barbara’s expert fingers, means it doesn’t take her long at all to get you close. “Please, can I cum?” You moan against the collar of her shirt.

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“Normally, with the way you acted earlier, I wouldn’t. But because you were so good with my little test run, I’ll be generous.” She kisses your cheek softly.

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“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You moan loudly as she makes you cum. After all of the buildup, you cum hard on her fingers, hips jerking lightly against her despite your attempts to stop it. She works you through it, not commenting on your unallowed movements.

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You have the slight suspicion she’s only being so gracious because she feels bad about how rough her robot was on your wrists. Not that she explicitly feels bad about hurting you, but it was an unintentional consequence of her design, and she feels guilty for not foreseeing how rough the bare metal would be on your skin.

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You shiver weakly as she keeps rubbing your clit and thrusting her fingers inside you as your waves of pleasure fade. She slows as you shake from aftershocks and withdraws her fingers entirely when you whine softly from overstimulation.

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“Thank you.” You repeat again. You learned very early on in your relationship with Barbara to always use your manners, and she made sure those lessons would never be forgotten.

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“You did so well.” She wraps both arms around you again, holding you against her despite the mess between your legs and on her lap.

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“A little warning about the whole robot would’ve been nice.” You mumble.

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Barbara chuckles, her body shaking with laughter. “You know how much I love surprising you, though.” You hum against her and relax further, sinking into her warmth. You get a few minutes of peace with her. You start to doze off, her nails scratching softly against your back, lulling you to sleep.

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But your peace is inevitably interrupted by a soft beeping. Barbara stiffens instantly, and you slide out of her lap on instinct. She scoots forward in her chair, and you scoot back, sitting on your knees under her desk.

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Barbara talks rapidly into her headset. To whom you don’t know. You rest your head against her lap, occasionally granted a soft stroke of her fingers through your hair in between her talking. The position is familiar; you wiggle a bit, getting the cushioned mat she keeps under the desk just for you to slide under your knees.

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Themyscira was beautiful, even at night when it’s dimly lit by lanterns and the moon. You look over it from your vantage point on the side of the large marble tower. It was surprisingly easy to sneak in; all you had to do was bypass the guards guarding the portal in the Amazon Embassy. Once you were on the island, it was relatively easy to sneak around.

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You scaled the first tall tower you saw and waited until it was dark. Now, you’re just admiring the view, admiring her island. You know this is retaliation; she knocked you out and threw you in jail 2 months ago, breaking the long streak you had of evading her grasp. Since you escaped, you’ve had one thing on your mind: getting her back.

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This was the way, you were sure. Steal a little trinket from her island and then find some way to let her know it was you. You can’t wait to taunt her, to make her angry, to feel her rough hands on you again… You catch your thoughts before they have a chance to run away. This is about revenge, not letting Wonder Woman get inside your head.

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It’s why you’ve forgone your mask as well. If you’re seen, you want it to know it was you. You’re still wearing the rest of your suit, of course, but your mask is tucked securely into a pocket in your belt.

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You don’t know much about the island, but you’re sure there’s treasure in the palace, though it’s no doubt heavily guarded. There’s another tower, separate from the rest, that you decide could hold some kind of weapon or artifact you can flaunt in her face when the next opportunity presents itself.

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The process of swinging from tower to tower is painstakingly slow. The city is crawling with Amazons, and the last thing you need is to get caught too soon. Somehow, you make it to the base of the tower unseen and start scaling it without issue. It's made of smooth stone, but you can easily stick to it, climbing up the tower to the rounded top.

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You circle the perimeter of the circular room at the peak of the tower and find an archlike cutout halfway up the side of the room wall. You poke your head in, carefully looking around the room. You don’t see any guards, so you climb through and drop to the floor. You examine the room, and it looks like a library.

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The high walls are lined with books. Old books that could very well be thousands of years old. There are some breaks in the shelves, filled by glass cases, each housing a unique artifact. You peer into the one closest to you. It houses a strange-looking golden mask that could be either a demon or a goat.

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It’d do the job, but you’re sure you can do better. You circle the room, looking into each case for the right object to taunt Wonder Woman with. You know the instant you see it. It’s the last case in the circle of shelves before you’re back where you started.

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In it is a small dagger with a golden handle. The design on the handle is intricate, a carving of Medusa at the end with her snakes extending down towards the blade. You’re sure that Wonder Woman would recognize it if you brought it out the next time you clash.

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You examine the glass carefully, looking for any sign of a booby trap. You don’t see any, but you know if there’s some kind of mystic defense, it wouldn’t be visible. You have no choice but to take a chance and press one gloved finger against the glass. When nothing happens, you press your whole palm to it. Still nothing.

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Still not fully convinced you’re safe, you lift the lid a fraction of an inch. Nothing. You lift it higher, slowly raising it till the case is all the way open. You haven’t been shot with a dart or knocked out with any magic knockout gas, so you start to think you’re home free.

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You reach your hand into the case, ready to grab the knife.

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“I wouldn’t do that.” You jump at a voice, right up to the ceiling in your shock-induced adrenaline. You twist, facing her upside down from where you’re stuck to the roof. You try to think of something to say, but you’re still too shocked to find any clever words. You don’t know how you didn’t hear her come in, but there she is. Wonder Woman, leaning casually against the bookcase like she’s been there watching you for hours.

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“You wouldn’t take something that’s not yours? How noble of you.” You finally manage to come up with the words. Not your best work, but it earns a slight crease in her brow nonetheless.

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“Actually, I wouldn’t touch the Cursed Dagger of Medusa. It turns anyone who touches it into stone.” She pushes off the wall, back rigid and straight. Her arms are folded across her chest; she makes no move to reach for her lasso or make an offensive move. But that gives you no sense of security.

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“I don’t believe you.” You doubt she’d lie to you about it, but you know being accused of lying would get under her skin.

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“Then be my guest.” She shrugs and gestures towards the encased dagger. You drop down, keeping one eye on her as you land on the ground. You turn your back on her, a dangerous move as you refocus on the dagger. You just start to lift your hand when you hear her move.

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She’s on you before you can react, her hands wrapping around your arms and pinning them behind your back with one arm. “You’d be turned to stone.” She growls in your ear, clearly irritated that you called her bluff.

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“Aw, didn’t know you cared.” You mock and kick against the wall with all your strength. You’re strong, stronger than most people, but nowhere near as strong as her. You somehow manage to catch her off guard enough to flip out of her grip and land behind her. “I’m touched.” You coo and leap forward, slamming into her back.

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You’ve hit softer walls. Colliding with her back knocks the wind out of you, but you manage to get your arms around her waist and try to flip her over your shoulder to the ground, but she doesn’t budge. She sighs, actually sighs, like your efforts are nothing more than an inconvenience.

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“How many times must we do this?” Diana grunts and reaches behind her back, grabbing the back of your neck. You gasp as she squeezes the sides, cutting off the blood flow to your brain. You feel dizzy, your vision swimming as you continue trying to wrestle against her. Your struggles are weak when your arms go limp around her waist, and you drop to your knees.

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She releases you when you slump against the back of her legs. You shake your head side to side, trying to regain your focus as she turns around to loom over you. You look up at her slowly, smiling weakly up at her frown. “Is this not tiresome? You know you can’t defeat me in battle.”

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“Just give me a second.” You say as you start to climb to your feet.

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“Why did you come here?” She says as you stand up to face her, though you still have to tilt your head up to meet her eyes.

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“I thought the tower might hold some kind of treasure.” You shrug. “I’m short on cash; I had to pay big bucks for my lawyer.”

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“You know that is not what I meant.” Diana steps forward, and you take a step back in turn. “Why did you come to Themyscira? You are forbidden and unwelcome.”

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“Wanted to visit. See what all the fuss is about.” You look around the room, dropping her eye contact. “So far, I’m unimpressed.”

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“You are a terrible liar.” She steps forward again, and when you take another step back, she keeps advancing, stalking forward until your back collides with a bookshelf, and she boxes you in. “Tell me the truth. You did not come here to steal. You did not come here to see my home. So why?”

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You swing without thinking, aiming your fist for her perfect jaw. She catches it with ease and slams your hand against the shelf behind you, pinning your wrist. She grabs your other hand before you can move it and does the same. Holding you pinned against the wall with your hands beside your head.

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You struggle fruitlessly in her grip. She presses her body closer, forcing your body to be still as she presses hers against you. You try to keep focused, but all you can think about is how good her body feels pressed against yours. How close her thigh is to being between your legs. You could just spread your legs a bit more and…

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Your thoughts are interrupted by her hand on your chin. She must have switched to holding both your wrists with one hand without you noticing. She tilts your head back to force you to make eye contact.

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“I asked you a question.” Her tone is low, and you can feel your arousal growing by the second. “Why did you come here?”

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“I-” You can’t find the words.

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Diana shakes her head and drops your chin. You drop your head back against the wall, continuing to stare up at her as she reaches to her waist and grabs her lasso. Oh no. You squirm. The last thing you need right now is for her to use her lasso on you when you’re well on your way to ruining your underwear.

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She releases your wrists, the sudden movement catching you off guard in your struggle, so you fall to your knees before her once more. Before you can move, she flicks her wrists, wrapping the lasso around your wrists. She pulls it tight, binding your wrists together in front of your body.

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“Now, why did you come here?” She asks again.

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You only manage a second of hesitation before the answer tumbles out of your mouth. “To make you mad. I wanted- ugh,” you try to stop from spilling your secrets, but the lasso prevents you, “I wanted you to find out.”

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“Hm,” Diana hums, a small smile on her face. “You wanted to antagonize me? Why?”

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“So- ah.” You bite your lips trying to quiet the answer.

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“Stop resisting me.” Diana orders and tugs the lasso; it glows brighter around your wrists.

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“So you’d punish me. Last time you knocked me out and left me for the police.” You can’t help but keep talking, your deepest secrets and feelings about her tumbling to light. “I was angry because I wanted your attention, and you just left. I thought this would make you make enough, you’d punish me yourself.”

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“Ah.” Diana nods, her smirk widening across her lips. “And how would you like to be punished?”

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“I want you to fuck me.” You admit, your cheeks are burning bright red by this point.

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“Well, that is hardly a punishment.” Diana shakes her head down at you.

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“Fuck me hard. Hurt me. Spank me.” You plead, the lasso is compelling your desires to be spoken aloud.

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Diana hums. “Now, that’s an idea.” She turns away from you and steps towards the center of the room. There’s a small cushioned bench in the center that you had previously ignored. She walks over, the lasso around your wrists, forcing you to scoot forward after her on your knees.

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She takes a seat on the bench facing you. She bends her knees, pressing her feet flat against the floor. “Here.” She pats her lap.

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Without second thought, you lie across her lap. Her thighs are sold underneath you, the perfect support for your chest and stomach. You squirm slightly, getting comfortable on her lap. Your hands are still bound in front of you with the golden lasso. You feel a tinge of embarrassment at being laid across Wonder Woman’s lap like this, especially when you feel her hand cup the swell of your ass.

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But the idea, the prospect of her actually spanking you. You can almost cum at the thought. She hums to herself as she palms your ass, rubbing your flesh through your suit pants. “This is impact absorbing, is it not?”

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“It is.” You nod. Very expensive, very high-tech suit you purchased from LexCorp.

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“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Diana slides her hand up, finding the seam where the shirt and pants connect. She works her fingers in and tugs it down. You squirm, feeling painfully exposed as she yanks your suit down to your knees, leaving you in only your underwear.

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You squirm on her legs, getting more shy as her fingers slip into the waistband of your boxers. “Wait, those are normal, you don’t need to-” You trail off, squeaking as she pulls your underwear down, leaving you completely exposed to her.

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“Stop squirming.” Diana’s voice is firm, and it makes you freeze. One of her hands rests in the center of your back, encouraging you to hold still while the other brushes against your bare butt. “You want this, don’t you?”

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“Yes. Please.” The lasso warms around your wrists, still forcing the truth from your mouth. Diana hums to herself, and you tense as her hand leaves your ass.

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You asked for this, begged for it, but you are wholly unprepared when she brings her hand down the first time. A strangled gasp leaves your mouth at the flash of pain across your ass cheek where she struck you.

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You hear her chuckle softly as she squeezes over the burning handprint she left on your skin. You don’t know what you expected, asking for Wonder Woman to spank you, but when the second hit comes, and your whole body jolts forward from the impact, you know you’re in more trouble than you thought.

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Her spanks are hard, the echo of her palm striking your skin ringing through the small room. She keeps her other hand firmly on your back, pressing your torso down against her thighs so you can’t wiggle away.

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Diana spanks you again, hard. You clench your jaw to stifle the whimper. It hurts so much more than you expected. You knew she was strong, but maybe you had some false hope she would take it easy on you. That does not seem to be the case. Each spank leaves your skin burning painfully, and you can already feel bruises forming deep in your muscles.

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When she brings her hand down again, you know you won’t be sitting comfortably for a few days. Your butt aches, but you do your best to hold still as she rains down strikes. The last thing you want is for her to get angrier with you.

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“Let me hear you,” Diana murmurs softly. You unclench your jaw, letting your mouth hang open so every gasp and whimper from pain can be heard. Despite your attempt to hold them back, tears begin dripping down your cheeks at the sharp pains.

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You lose track of the count quickly, the pain overwhelming your ability to process thoughts clearly. Diana doesn’t offer any break either, after every smack she waits only until the initial burn starts to fade, and then she spanks again. It’s only after an eternity of her spanks that you’re offered reprieve.

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Your body shakes with sobs as she rubs your back soothingly. “How do you feel?” She questions softly.

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“It hurts.” You croak out, voice hoarse from crying. The lasso still binding your wrists may make you tell the truth, but it doesn’t make you speak eloquently.  

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“Have you been adequately punished?” Diana asks and rubs her hand softly over your burning flesh. You struggle to think for a moment. She’s certainly made her point; you’re going to be sore for a week after this, and you know you won’t soon forget the lesson she’s taught you about purposely angering her.

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“Yes.” It’s the truth. The bruised skin and muscles of your backside are more than an adequate punishment for your stunt.

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“Can you take more?” Diana asks after a moment. Her hand twitches against you, and you get the vague feeling that she doesn’t want to stop.

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Your endurance is stronger than most, and your body heals quickly. You might not want to, but physically you know you can. “Yes.”

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“Do you want more?”

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“Yes.” The answer comes as a surprise to you, but you know it’s the truth. Not just from Diana’s lasso, but when you think about it, you want more; you want her to fully break you.

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She doesn’t answer, at least not verbally, at least. Instead, she just raises her hand and brings it down again. You choke out a sob, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

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After your admission, the Amazon holds back even less. She understood your silent plea. She understands what you want and need from her. Diana’s usually so gentle, so merciful. But that’s not what you asked for. You want her to hit you, to punish you, to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.

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Diana is willing, and she’s finding herself enjoying dishing out your punishment far more than she thought she would. You’re vaguely aware of it, the pain of your ass and the strong swats of Diana’s hand are at the forefront of your focus, but you can feel what can only be her hard cock pressing up against your stomach.

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From what you can gather through her armored battle skirt, it’s big. Befitting of her. The thought is pushed to the back of your mind as Diana’s hand comes down against you over and over again.

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You can’t see your backside, but you’re sure it’s nasty shades of red and purple at this point. Diana grabs a fistful of your ass without warning. A strangled sob leaves your mouth as she squeezes your flesh; you can feel the pain deep in the layers of your muscle. Diana’s surely left a mark on you that will linger for weeks.

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“Can you take more?” Diana asks. Her voice is softer, gentler as she questions you again.

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You’re a mess. Your face is stained with tears. You can’t stop trembling despite her hand on your back. You can feel the sheen of panicked sweat on your skin. You know you’re going to ache for days from the strikes of her palm. You want to say yes, not wanting her hands to leave your body. But you don’t think you can handle another round.

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The lasso glows bright around your wrists. “No.”

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“Do you want more?” She runs her fingers softly over the skin on your ass.

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“I don’t want more spankings.” You hang your head, mumbling the words. The position has your chin pressed against her bare thigh.

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“Is there something else you want? Somewhere else you want my hands?” You shiver at the shift in her tone. Diana’s teasing you. She’s done it before, on rare occasions when fighting, and it always had a certain effect on you.

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You bite your lip, trying to silence the truth, but it comes out anyway. “Yes. Please. I want you to touch me.”

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Diana hums, and her hand on your ass dips lower. She drops it between your legs, fingers brushing against your bare pussy. If she’s surprised by what she finds between your legs, she doesn’t reveal it. Instead, her hand slides against you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

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“Ah-” You gasp, and your hips jerk forward against her hand. “Diana…”

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“Shh.” Diana shushes and presses her fingers against you more forcefully. You moan as she drags her fingers through your wet folds. “The intent of a punishment is not to be enjoyed. You need to be a good boy and take it.”

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“‘M sorry.” You whine as she brushes her fingers against your clit. You squirm in Diana’s lap, but she presses her other hand on your lower back, preventing you from moving at all.

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“I suppose this is what I expected. You used all this effort just to get a reaction out of me. If this is what you wanted, you could have just asked nicely.” Diana chastises lightly as she continues ghosting her fingers over you, never fully touching.

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“Please.” You press your hips down, desperate for her to push her fingers inside you.

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“Please, what? Do you want my fingers? Or do you want more?” You know her fingers would be enough; she seems to have the level of skill needed to make you see stars with her hands alone, but you want more.

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“More. Please. I want you to fuck me.” You whine. Diana hums and then, without warning, shoves two fingers into your cunt. You gasp and jerk forward, but she has a firm hold on your back.

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“Like this?” Diana asks innocently as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you roughly.

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Her fingers feel good, really good, but you more. More of her. Deeper. And you want to make her feel good. To feel her cum inside you. “I want your cock.” You moan. Normally, you’d be embarrassed to have her see you in such a state, but all your self-respect was gone after her second round of spanks.

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“Are you sure? You’ve already endured a lot tonight.”

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“What? You think I can’t take it? A little full of yourself, aren’t you, princess?” Even in your current state, you can’t resist the urge to taunt her.

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Diana laughs. It’s a very nice sound, sending a spark of warmth through you. But you also have a sinking suspicion that her laugh does not mean something good for you. She pulls her fingers out despite your weak protest at the loss and loops her arms around your body. She picks you up with ease, maneuvering your body to lie your back down on the soft rug beneath you.

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It hurts, and you hiss, arching off the ground as your sore backside comes in contact with the ground. Diana lays you down carefully, making sure most of the contact is on your back and not your butt. Your wrists are still bound in front of your chest, and Diana makes no move to undo them. Once you’re down, she pulls your suit pants the rest of the way down your legs. She sets them on the ground before working on her own garments.

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Her armor seems intricate, and you watch as she carefully removes it piece by piece until she’s standing naked above you. You swallow thickly. Diana doesn’t seem shy at all, and there’s no reason to be. She’s perfect.

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“You’re beautiful.” You say dumbly, it’s the only thing you can think of.

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“Thank you.” Diana kneels down between your legs, spreading your knees wider, so you’re spread open for her. “I find you very attractive. But your ploys for attention…” She shakes her head disdainfully.

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“I just wanted your attention.” You’re forced to admit. In the beginning, you were really a thief, but from the first time Wonder Woman stopped you, you were addicted. Addicted to having her sights set on you.

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“And now you have it.” She grabs her hard cock. It’s big. Naturally. And thick. A shiver of fear runs through you as she starts positioning herself and lines up with your entrance. “Relax for me.”

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You try to take steady breaths and relax your muscles for her. Diana starts slow, but you still wince as she presses the head of her cock against you. She pushes inside you slowly, stretching you out around her thick cock. You both groan as she sinks into you.

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Diana’s eyes flutter as she bottoms out inside you. “You feel amazing.” She moans. You can’t respond, just squirm beneath her. She’s so deep inside you, stretching you out more than you’ve ever been. “Do I feel good?” Diana opens her eyes and looks down at you.

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“Yes. So, good.” You whimper. Diana smiles and grabs hold of your bound wrists. She moves them up, pinning them to the ground above your head.

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“Our conversations are a lot more enjoyable when you can’t lie to me,” Diana mutters as she draws her hips back. You don’t respond; you don’t have a chance before she slams her hips back and forth.

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You choke, no sound leaving your mouth. Diana draws back again before slamming her hips into you. She offers no warning before she settles into a brutal pace. She slams her hips into you so roughly that you worry about the sturdiness of the stone floor beneath you.

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“Too rough.” You mewl and try to free your arms.

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“Hush, you said you wanted this. You thought you could come here, invade my home, and walk away untouched? This is a lesson, and I intend for it to be one you don’t forget.” She grunts as she keeps fucking you.

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Diana uses one hand to keep your wrists pinned above your head as she plows into you. The other hand reaches down to your groin. You moan and clench around her when she gently grabs your clit between two fingers and starts stroking you off.

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You desperately want to impress Wonder Woman, and you have the sinking thought that you are far from it. You’re arching and mewling desperately beneath her as she fucks you. Her cock feels amazing inside you, and her deep strokes combined with her fingers on your clit bring you close to orgasm embarrassingly fast.

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“I’m gonna cum.” You moan and buck your hips against her, meeting her thrusts.

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“Are you?” Diana smiles down at you, blue sparkling with what looks like admiration. “Go ahead. Cum on my cock.”

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Your body obeys instantly. You moan loudly, cumming hard on her cock. Diana fucks you through it, pace never faltering as your cunt squeezes around her through your orgasm. The only hint that it affects her is the soft groans she makes throughout your waves of pleasure. Her fingers work against your clit the entire time, prolonging your pleasure until it gets to be too much.

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“Sensitive.” You whine and try to wiggle away when the stimulation becomes overbearing. Diana slows her thrusts before coming to a pause with her cock buried inside you. She grants you reprieve, pulling her fingers away from your clit.

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“Are you alright?” Diana leans down, hovering her face inches from yours. Deep blue eyes search your face, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort.

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“Mhm.” You nod and gaze up at her through hooded eyes, almost completely blissed-out.

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“You did so well.” She leans further, pressing her lips against your sweaty forehead. “Took me so well.” She starts to lift up, pulling some of her cock out of you.

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“Wait-” You whine as she tries to pull away. “You didn’t cum.”

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“I don’t want to push you too hard. This is our first time.” Diana says softly, tilting her head to look at you earnestly. You flush a bit at ‘first time,’ hoping that it’s a promise that there’s more to come.

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“I want to make you feel good.” The lasso is warm around your wrists, still making sure nothing but the truth comes out of your mouth. “I want you to cum inside me.”

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“Inside? Is that okay?”

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“Yes. Please. I want it, Diana.” You beg, clenching around her purposely for effect.

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Diana gasps at the feeling but smiles down. Her hips start to move slowly. She fucks you much more softly than before. Her strokes are deep and slow, purposeful to bury her cock all the way into you with each thrust.

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“You feel so good.” She moans. “So- Ah.” She gasps. “Goddess.”

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“Please.” You beg. You want her so bad. You want her to feel good, to cum in you. You’re aching for it.

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Diana grunts, hips thrusting forward all the way. You feel her cock throbbing inside you rhythmically before you feel the first spray of warmth inside you. Diana moans and rocks her hips against you as she cums deep inside you.

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It seems to last forever. You don’t know how often Diana relieves herself, but it seems like she’s very pent up. You’re helpless beneath her as she spills her cum inside you, but even if you weren’t, you wouldn’t move- you’re exactly where you want to be.

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Finally, Diana collapses on top of you, head dropping against your shoulder as she pants softly. “You were amazing.” She praises after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence. She shifts, pulling her hips back to take her cock out of you. You wince as she pulls out, feeling empty and a little embarrassed as you feel her cum start to leak out of you.

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She moves beside you, lying down on her back. You tilt your head to look at her. Her eyes are shut, chest rising and falling so steadily you think she might have fallen asleep. But after a moment, she opens her mouth, “Is this what you imagined would happen when you trespassed on my homeland?”

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“No. I hoped for something like this. But, I figured I wouldn’t get caught and could make it back to the modern world to taunt you with what I stole.” At first, you weren’t happy with the lasso, but Diana was right about it making conversations surprisingly easy. You don’t even have to think about what you want to say; the truth just comes right out.

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Diana chuckles and opens her eyes to look at you. She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with a smile. “Wouldn’t get caught? You were caught the moment you entered the Amazon Embassy. You were only allowed to trespass through our portal because my sisters entrusted your retribution to me.”

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“Oh.” You feel a little foolish for thinking you could make your way to and from Themyscira without getting caught, but with the way things ended up, you’re not too mad. “Why did you let me come here, then?”

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“I’m not quite sure myself. Maybe I wanted to see what you’d do. Maybe I wanted to get you alone.” She smiles a little cockily. Diana’s not usually cocky, and you’d be lying if you said the smirk didn’t send a fresh burst of arousal through you.

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“You’ve wanted this, too?” You struggle to sit up with your arms still bound, so Diana scoots closer, hovering her face over yours.

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“For a long time. I’ve found you fascinating since we met, and I’ve already told you how attractive I find you. I was waiting for an opportunity to present itself to make a move on you, and this seemed like the right time. And after all, you were asking for it.”

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“So do you want me to be your boyfriend, now?” You’re not exactly sure where this leaves you.

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“Is that what you want?” It’s not fair. She gets to ignore your question, but when she asks, you have no choice but to answer.

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“Yes, I think so.” You admit.

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“Good.” Diana has that smile again. “I think I want that, too.” It’s new, but it feels natural when she leans down, her lips pressing against yours. You kiss her back, eagerly meeting her soft lips. Diana hums against your lips, kissing you for a moment before pulling away. “My Mother will have my hide for ruining this rug.”

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“I don’t think it’s ruined yet.” You shrug sheepishly. “There’s only like one little stain.”

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Jean Grey (Phoenix):

knows the second you take the test and is waiting very impatiently on the other side of the door while you take it

so happy when she reads the results from your mind, but still pretends like it's the first time she's hearing it when you tell her

understands if you want to still come on missions at first but is not happy to see you there and looms over you the entire time making sure you never come within 100 yards of any real danger

practically begs you to not come on mission after the first 2 months and it would turn to arguments if you still tried to go

does everything she can to make sure you have everything you need and jumps up every time you move to ask if she can get you something

gets very over affectionate throughout the pregnancy and always wants to be touching you in some way

so gentle when fucking you especially after you start to show and would way tone down the speed and roughness of your sex even if you complain about it

got her plan for the birth when she first found out and is ready the second you start showing signs of labor

refuses to leave your side through the entire birthing process and makes sure you're not in too much pain (she regrets that she can't dull the pain completely because the Dr's say that'd be dangerous)

Emma Frost:

the second you have the thought you might be pregnant, she's showing up with five different pregnancy tests and an already scheduled Doctor's appointment

a little nervous, but she hides it well and is more excited and happy to have a baby with you

you better get comfortable around the house because she won't be letting you set foot in the field or go on missions for nine months and there won't be any compromises about it

overbearing about everything prenatal, gets you all the recommended prenatal vitamins and gets very snippy when you eat/drink something that's not "nutritional for the baby"

does not like to be apart from you during and will hover over you anytime you're sitting asking if you need anything or telling you there's some pregnancy exercise she wants you to try

would never admit it, but seeing you pregnant with her baby turns her on like nothing else

would fuck you almost every night and grows a special love for spoon fucking because it's most comfortable one you start to show

an absolute disaster in the delivery room, she's so distressed about you and the baby being okay the entire time she's snapping at every doctor, nurse, and once you (she realized very fast that was not wise)

Anna-Marie (Rogue):

panics when you tell her because not sure you're both ready or that she even wants a baby, she worries the baby will have a power set like hers and struggle to control it, or she'll be a bad mother like Mystique

but the second you say something about how you're having the baby with or without her in your life, she's stepping right up because that's the last thing she wants and after a bit of reassurance and talking through things, she'll start to look forward to the idea of you having her baby

you're going nowhere near danger and if danger comes near you (very likely given how often the mansion / x-men homes get attacked) she's going ballistic on whoever threatened to hurt you

reads all the pregnancy books and is constantly trying to get you to follow all the recommended routines and do everything possible to prepare for labor

treats you like you're made of glass during sex, but after some encouragement and begging (plus research and talking to a Doctor) she'd pick it up after realizing it's safe

surpassingly calm during labor and stays right by your side to hold you hand and encourage you while you push

bonus hc for rogue: she'd be so scared her baby would have similar powers to hers and would drain your life force from inside while there's nothing she can do to save you (she knows mutant powers don't usually develop till puberty anyway but it's still a constant nightmare)

Ororo Munroe (Storm):

happy when you tell her, but is pragmatic about it, asking if you're sure and what you're planning to do before she gets too excited, but once you're sure, she's just so happy you're carrying her baby

knows you still want to be part of the team, but makes sure she's on every mission you come on and would make sure you're safe (she does that always anyways but it feels even more important knowing you're carrying her baby, she doesn't want you getting hit at all)

once you start showing, she's asking you to stay back and will be more forceful than she usually gets with you about it

always making sure you have everything possible you need and are following the doctor's orders very stubborn with you about your daily routines and habits to ensure a healthy pregnancy (you tell her you're craving something sweet- she's bringing you a strawberry)

overjoyed when you ask her to have sex during pregnancy because she gets to make you feel good and get you off your feet

would happily just eat you out and take care of herself but if you asked her to actually fuck you, she'll happily indulge you

she'll do her best to stay calm during labor but it will be storming outside as her control slips in her anxiousness

she'll hold your hand, encouraging you to squeeze as hard as you need and offering every possible word of encouragement as you labor

Betsy Braddock (Captain Britain/Psylocke):

happy, she's excited to take the next step with you, and though it's a surprise, she thinks she can be a good mom with you by her side

most of her nervousness comes from worrying about you during pregnancy and how your delivery will go

would be very unhappy about it, but would tolerate you coming on missions at first

would finally put her foot down about it once you start showing because it's more likely to impact you and makes it more real to her

spends the whole pregnancy looming over your shoulder waiting for you to need something from her or ask for something

makes notes of all the doctor's recommendations and reminds you every day about what you should be doing, eating, etc, and gets an attitude when you go against her

sees you carrying her baby as something so intimate and wants to reward that by giving you intimacy in return

she wants to make you feel good and every time you feel like it, she's ready to fuck you and make you cum, she understands you body very well and knows when / where she needs to hold back

she's calm during your labor, she trusts that you're in the best hands with the doctor's and nurses and assures you the whole time you're doing great

happy to let you crush her hand and apologizes at least once for getting you pregnant (even though she doesn't mean it, she's happy for the baby, but she's sorry for the pain)

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat):

thinks you're playing a prank on her when you first tell her and only realizes you're serious when you get upset with her for laughing

gets really nervous about the prospect of you being pregnant because she doesn't feel quite ready to parent, but she's not going to abandon you, she knows the baby is hers, and she'll step up and try to be the best mother she can

she'll tolerate you coming on missions for a few weeks, but make sure you stick right by her side the whole time

but the second you have an ultrasound she can hear the fetus heartbeat- she's making the executive decision that you're done coming on missions for the foreseeable future

spends all her time trying to make you comfortable and is always researching what's good for pregnancy and encouraging you to do what's highly recommenced and beneficial

very stubborn about your diet and gives you a dirty look anytime you have caffeine or anything that's recommended to limit during pregnancy

she's done all the research and knows sex during pregnancy is generally safe and can sometimes help ease discomfort

she's all too happy to share this fact with you and is more than happy to make you feel good and fuck you

panicking during your labor but tries to appear calm for your benefit (she does a bad job but it helps a little)

tells you over and over again how good you're doing and stays right by your side no matter how long it takes

Illyana Rasputin (Magik):

shocked when you tell her, had the idea of "well I haven't been wearing condoms or pulling out this whole time and no pregnancy yet so it must be impossible" so she just stares at you dumbfounded

the thoughts come slow, but she manages to wrap her head around it and is just like okay, let's do this, let's have a baby and somehow goes from surprise to very overconfident in her ability to raise a child in a matter of minutes (she says repeatedly "what it's just a baby")

wouldn't think too much about you still coming on missions until the second you start to show and it's like a switch flips in her brain and she's demanding you stay out of the field

gets you everything you ask for or anything she thinks you'd need, which is often some weird food or drink she saw is good for pregnancy and then she'll stand there and watch you to make sure you eat / drink it

thinks it's hot when you start to show which surprises herself but she's happy to act on it

turns into a huge groper, hands always on your body, wandering over every part before she works you both up enough to fuck you

absolute disaster during the delivery, all the anxiety she hadn't been feeling during the pregnancy hits her all at once when you go into labor

pacing the room and muttering to herself about how she's crazy for thinking she could be a mother and your kids going to be have all kinds of problem because it's hers

has to be reminded repeatedly by nurses to calm down because she's stressing you out and manages to hold your hand and comfort you about half the time before she freaks out again

Laura Kinney (Wolverine):

very surprised and says she needs some time alone to think about it

calm when she comes back and ready to hear whatever you have to say about, though she is very scared about her abilities to be a good mother because of her lack of childhood, but after reassurance, she gets excited about the prospect of having a baby with you

no you will not be coming in the field anymore and if you try to argue with her about she gets very broody and upset with you about putting yourself and "her baby" in danger

asks you every 2 seconds if you're alright and need anything and wants to assist you in everything you do even if it's not a two person task (shower? she's in there too, taking a nap? she's right there watching you sleep, waking up at night because you can't sleep? she's following you to the living room to sit with you on the couch, where she promptly falls asleep slumped against your belly)

very hesitant to hurt you and would rather just eat you out and jack off than fuck you, but after a lot of begging, she'd agree to fuck you just a lot more gently than normal

freaks way out when you start spotting after though and only calms down after looking it up to see that it's normal after sex

trainwreck in the delivery room, seeing you in pain deeply upsets her especially because she's partially responsibly and there's nothing she can do aside from let you squeeze her hand

“You’ve been remarkably well behaved as of late.” Emma doesn’t look up from the page she’s writing on as she addresses you. You flush at the praise and shift in your seat.

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“Thank you, Ms. Frost.” It feels good to finally be allowed to speak. She’s only had you sitting in her office for about 15 minutes of agonizing silence. She told you to meet her in here after class, but had ordered you to sit and be quiet the second you arrived.

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You had been hoping it was for her to fuck you again, but she’s made no move. You were getting antsy, thinking of circling her desk and getting on your knees before her without being told, and you have the sneaking suspicion those thoughts were what finally prompted her to speak. Her comment about your behavior makes you want to stay good, which means not moving without her saying so.

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“It’s good to know you still have a brain in there. I was worried after the other week that I may have turned your brain to mush.” She still doesn’t look at you, but you can see the smirk on her lips.

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You can’t help it; seeing her smirk just makes you have to push back. “You weren’t exactly mind-blowing.” You shrug, lying straight through your teeth.

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She knows you’re lying. And she knows you know she knows you’re lying. But that doesn’t stop her from reacting. Emma finally looks up at you, her blue eyes making you freeze. “Now, I had a nice reward planned for you, but if you’re going to start talking back, maybe you don’t really deserve it.”

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“No.” You say too fast. “I didn’t mean it.” The thought of her rewarding you, of her touching you again, makes you willing to do just about anything she says.

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“I know. You’re just a little attention whore for me, aren’t you?” She mutters and returns her eyes to her paperwork.

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You want to argue, but she’s nowhere near wrong, and she knows it. She’s been hearing every desperate thought you’ve had since you entered her office. And that’s not even mentioning everything she reads from your mind when you’re in her class.

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Or when she slips into your mind when you think you’re alone, but that’s her little secret. She doesn’t mean to pry. She just likes to know what you’re thinking. Especially when and what you’re thinking about her.

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“I expect a response when I speak to you. Or have you forgotten your manners?” She prompts with raised eyebrows at you.

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“Oh. Um- Yes.” You mumble after a moment.

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“Yes, what?” She says, expectantly.

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“Yes, I’m a little attention whore for you?” You try.

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“Good boy.” She hums and shuffles her paper, folding it neatly and sliding it into a drawer. “I think, despite your little slip, you’ve earned a reward.”

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“Thank you, Ms. Frost.” You say. Your legs squeeze together as she stands up. You’re aching in anticipation of her hands on you. Your underwear was basically ruined the moment you walked into her office, but there’s no hope for it now.

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Emma rises from her chair, and you rake your eyes over her form. “Come with me.” You follow wordlessly as she leads you from her office out into the hall. You trail after her through the mansion, winding up in the teacher’s room hall. You’ve never been over here; students aren’t particularly allowed, but Emma walks you right to what must be her bedroom door and pushes it open.

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You hesitate only a moment before she gestures for you to enter. You step inside her room and stand awkwardly just inside the door as she enters behind you and locks the door. “Undress.” She orders as she walks into the room. You fumble removing your clothes as you watch her. It’s not like this is the first time she’s seen you like this, but being in her room makes you feel shy.

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“Relax.” Her tone is softer, and she brushes her hand against your lower back before moving deeper into her room. She slides open a different drawer from her nightstand and pulls out a strap-on. It’s nice, one of the expensive ones from the shopping you’ve done. The actual dildo is small, probably about five inches. She also grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer before turning back to you.

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“Good.” Her eyes flick down to your groan, and she smiles when she sees the glistening mess already waiting between your legs. “Put this on.” She passes the strap on to you and starts removing her shift. You stare as she’s left in her white lace bra. She looks back at you, eyebrows raised.

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You remember she told you to do something and bend down, stepping into the leg holes and pulling the strap up around your hips. You fumble with the straps before Emma steps in to help you. She’s gotten naked fast, and your mouth waters as you take in the sight of her bare body. Her hands brush over yours, taking charge of fixing the straps tight around your waist.

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“You really are helpless, aren’t you?” She mutters as she checks the tightness of the straps to make sure they’re snug. You nod dumbly as she helps you. She grabs the base of the dildo and wiggles it back and forth. You moan and jerk your hips as the other end presses right against your clit.

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“Feel good? It has a grinding pad for you.” She holds the strap tight as you rock your hips forward, grinding your clit against the ribbed surface. You nod. It feels good, and it’s been weeks since she pleasured you; even if it’s not her direct hand, it still feels incredibly erotic. “Good.” She lets go, smirking as you hump the air searching for friction.

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Her smirk drops when you reach down, trying to replace her hand. “No.” She’d hiss and slap your hand away. “You should know better than that. Get on the bed and don't dare touch yourself.”

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You want to stay by here, and your hands itch to reach out and touch her cock, but she points towards the bed, and you climb on. You lie back, resting your head against one of her pillows. Her sheets are nice; they feel expensive as you settle against them, much better than the ones you have in your dorm room.

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You watch, your heart races as she climbs on the bed and straddles you. She reaches behind her, and you watch her abs tense as she hums and pulls. Your eyes widen as she sets a butt plug down on the nightstand. You hadn’t even known she’d been wearing on, and you clench around nothing at the thought.

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“God, you’re easy.” Emma sighs. “If the thought of a butt plug is enough to get you there, you’re not going to handle this well.” She sits on your hips and grabs the bottle of lube. You watch entranced as she pours lube over the top of your cock and wraps her hand around it, spreading it over.

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She hums softly, and you feel… too much. You squirm as you feel it. You feel her hand around the strap. Feel her movements as she strokes up and down. “H-how are you doing that?” You choke out.

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“I know what this feels like, so I’m letting you feel it. The sensations are my memories. Are you enjoying it?” She says, turning to face you as she strokes you off. She knows the answer, can see it in the way you’re white-knuckle gripping the sheets and the deep flush in your face. You’re barely holding on. “Answer me. Do you like it when I stroke your cock like this?”

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“Yes. Yes, Mo-Ms. Frost.” You say. Almost slipping up in your pleasure and calling her what you really want to. It feels amazing having her hand around you and jerking you off. It combines with the sensation of the strap rubbing against your clit, and it’s overwhelming your brain.

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“Remember, you asked to cum.” Emma reminds us as she lets go, satisfied you’re fully lubed up for her. She lifts herself up and grabs your cock, positioning herself over you before slowly sinking down. You gasp as you feel her ass around you. She leans down over you and mumbles, her breath warm against your neck. “This is what it felt like when I was in your ass.”

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The image is vivid, her bending you over her desk and sinking her cock in your ass. It’s erotic to think what you’re feeling is what she felt being inside you. Her pleasure. It’s just about too much for your brain to comprehend.

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She sinks lower on you, gasping lightly as you stretch her out. You throw your head back. The pressure builds too fast, way too fast for you to say something. The only thing that comes when you try to open your mouth and warn her is a strangled, “Mommy!” You gasp as you cum. Your face flushes as the moniker slips out, but you quickly stop caring because of how strong the sensation is.

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Emma pauses, frown deepening on her lips as you writhe underneath her. She’s seething, but lets you ride out your orgasm. Your hips jump up, sinking more of the strap into her, and she meets the thrust, dropping down to bury you inside her with a groan. The added sensation only prolongs your pleasure.

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Emma waits till your moans quiet to soft whimpers. She puts a hand on your stomach, making you stop squirming. You pant softly, catching your breath after the overwhelming pleasure. You finally work up the courage to look up, meeting her gaze. She glares down at you.

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“I’m sorry, Ms. Frost. Please don’t be mad. It was just too much.” You whine softly, giving her your best pout.

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“Ms Frost? Is that what you’re calling me now? When there’s something you’d much rather be calling me?” She taunts. Clearly, your little slip hadn’t gone unnoticed, and Emma’s not going to let it go without mention.

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“That was an accident.” You say softly, trying to get her to drop it.

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“Was it?” Emma says flatly, very unimpressed that you’d try to lie. “I know what you call me in your head, no matter how hard you try to push it down. There’s not a single thought you can hide from me.”

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You keep your mouth firmly shut, not wanting to give it up so easily. “If you stop trying to lie to me,” Emma grabs your chin, forcing you to hold her eye contact, “I will forgive your little accident.”

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“Okay.” You nod. You know it’s a gift that she’s willing to let your cumming without permission go.

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“Okay, what?” Emma raises her eyebrows.

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“Okay, Mommy.” You say uncertainly.

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Emma nods and smiles softly. “There’s my good boy.” She rewards you with a roll of her hips, making you gasp as the strap rubs against your still sensitive clit. “But clearly you’re not quite ready to feel all of that, huh? Was Mommy’s ass too much to handle?”

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You nod dumbly as she rolls her hips, groaning as your strap shifts inside her. “I’ll soften the sensation for you. I bet that was a lot of feelings for such a simple boy like you, wasn’t it?”

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“Yes, Mommy.” You moan as she starts moving her hips up and down, riding you slowly. The stimulation so soon after your orgasm hurts a bit, but it feels so good, and the sight of Emma bouncing up and down on you is way too much to pass up.

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It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You think you could about cum from the sight alone. Her hips move up and down slowly, her abs and thighs tense with the effort. She’s holding her own hard cock, stroking slowly as she rides you. Her chest bounces with her effort, nipples hard.

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You can’t resist. You sit up, leaning towards her chest and wrapping your lips around her right nipple. Emma groans as you suck softly on her breast, and your hand cups the back of your head, holding you against her chest.

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“Needy boy.” She sighs, chastising you for moving without direction, but your mouth feels so nice on her she doesn’t really care. “Can you thrust up for me?”

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You blank your ankles in the bed and try to get momentum to move. You only manage weak jerks up against her, but Emma moans at the movements nonetheless. She’s still setting the pace, her hips moving gracefully up and down, but you mostly manage to meet her thrusts, pushing the strap up into her when she drops down against you.

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Flush against her chest, her cock rubs up and down against your abdomen, providing enough stimulation to get a steady flow of precum dripping out onto your warm skin. You wrap your arms around her hips, holding her closer as you buck against her.

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“Switch.” Emma tugs your hair softly, guiding your mouth to her other breast. You latch on quickly, giving her other breast equal treatment. You whimper against her. You can already feel the coil tightening in your belly again as you near another orgasm.

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“Oh, baby boy. We’re going to have to work on your stamina one day soon, aren’t we?” Emma sighs. “You’re already going to cum again, and you haven’t even made Mommy cum once.”

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“‘M sowry.” You mumble, refusing to take her nipple out of your mouth.

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“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She strokes the back of your head, petting your head. “It’s my job to teach you, isn’t it. We’ll train up your stamina.” There’s something in her tone, a gleeful excitement that sends a shiver of fear through you at what her ‘training’ would look like. “But tonight’s a reward for you. So, you can cum again, darling.”

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You moan around her nipple as you thrust against her. Emma keeps riding you, rubbing her cock against you in turn. You suck a little harder as you feel the coil snap. You rut against her as you cum. You moan and whimper, bucking your hips wildly to grind against the strap base.

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Emma groans softly as she feels the pleasure from your mind, and her cock throbs between your bodies. You both moan as her orgasm follows yours. You feel her cock pumping out cum, spilling her load against your body. You grind weakly against each other, both riding out the waves of pleasure.

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You tap out first, releasing her nipple and dropping your forehead against her sternum as you pant. Emma humps against you a few more times, the last few spurts of her cum pumping out against your stomach. She shivers as her high fades and relaxes against you, sitting against your hips with your strap still sheathed inside her.

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You breathe heavily together. You lean back slightly after a moment, looking down at the mess she made on you. Her warm cum is all over your abdomen, and you smirk at the sight. “Looks like I made you cum after all, right?”

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Emma scoffs at your audacity. “You? You barely did anything. Couldn’t even handle a second inside me. Just because I used you to get off doesn’t mean you made me cum.” She lifts up slowly, grimacing as she eases off your cock before shifting to the side and lying down. She stretches out in her bed, humming softly as she rests her head against one of her pillows.

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You watch her in silence, uncertain what you should be doing. You think you’re done with it, so you work on unfastening the straps around your hips. You try not to disturb Emma as you wiggle the strap down your legs and set it on the nightstand beside the buttplug.  

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You sit awkwardly when you’re done and absentmindedly run your fingers through Emma’s cum, staining your skin. You start to get up, to go to her suite bathroom, but she halts you with a hand on your arm.

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“Did I say you were done?” She lifts her head up to quirk a perfect eyebrow at you. “I made you cum twice, were you not going to return the favor?”

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“Oh-” You glance down at her half-hard cock. You learned last time not to question Emma’s refractory period, so you reach out slowly and wrap your hand around her cock. “I’m sorry.”

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Emma scoffs again and smacks your hand away. “Do I look like a woman who needs a handjob?”

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“Um.” You look at her dumbly, having no idea how to respond to that.

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“God, you’re helpless.” She shakes her head. You frown; her words sting a bit. “Oh, don’t pout about it. I think it’s adorable how bad you need me to tell you what to do. Why don’t you suck Mommy’s cock, hm?” She pats your cheek a little condescendingly and gives you a gentle push down the bed.

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You nod and slide down, getting on your stomach between her legs. She’s still not fully hard again, her cock resting up against her abs, so you decide to start slow. You scoot forward and place a soft kiss on the seam of her balls. She hums in appreciation as you extend your tongue, sliding it gently under the underside of her sac.

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You part your lips wider, taking one of her nuts into your mouth and sucking on it. Emma grunts and rests her hand on the back of your head. You soften the suction in your mouth, treating her sensitive glands with more care.

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Emma sighs and relaxes as you suck softly, before tugging your head to the other side. You switch to the other ball, taking it in your mouth and giving it the same treatment. “I appreciate you wanting to take your time, my lovely boy, but I told you to suck my cock.”

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You let your mouth fall open and tilt your head, kissing the underside of the base of her cock. You trail lick up the underside of her cock as it twitches and hardens. You grab the base of her cock and lift it up, angling it towards your mouth. You wrap your lips around her tip and hollow your cheeks, sucking just on the very tip of her.

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Emma groans, and you flick your eyes up over her body. Her head is back against the pillow so you can’t see her face, but you see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathes hard. You bob down, taking her deeper into your mouth. You stop a couple of inches from her base when the head of her cock presses against the back of your throat.

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You forgot how big she feels in your mouth. Emma chuckles to herself, and you get the sneaky suspicion she’s poking around in your head. You move your tongue, wiggling it against the sensitive underside of her cock. Emma groans in pleasure as you find your pace, bobbing your head up and down her shaft.

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She doesn’t push you much, aside from the occasional jerk of her hips up into your mouth when you hit an extra-sensitive spot. She’s content to let you suck her off. Tonight was a reward after all, she knows you can make her cum all on your own, and she wants to see you work for it without her “help”.

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You suck up and down her length, stroking off the portion you can’t fit in your mouth without gagging. “Gag on it a bit for me darling,” Emma says, breathlessly. You comply, pushing your mouth down till your lips press against her groin. You choke, throat spasming around her cock.

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“There you go, sweet boy.” Emma groans. You pull back, resting with the tip of her cock in your mouth for a moment to catch your breath before pushing back down. You repeat the action till you get more comfortable having her that deep and settle into a steady pace, taking her entire length.

You still choke a bit at the bottom, but that’s what Emma wanted, so you keep it up. “Just like that.” Emma moans. “You’re going to make me cum.”

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You do your best to keep the same pace of your movements, trying to draw out her orgasm. “You want my cum bad?” Emma pants.

“Mhm.” You hum around her length, hungrily sucking her. Mostly because you want to make her cum and please her, but a little because you want to be done because your jaw is getting a little sore from having to stretch around her.

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Emma moans loudly, and you bury your head on her, engulfing her throbbing length. You can feel her strong veins pulsing against your tongue. You’re not prepared for the first spurt of her cum, so you choke and sputter as the salty, thick liquid coats your throat.

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Emma finally moves, grabbing the back of your head as you try to pull up. She holds your head in place as she cums, hips humping up against your face. You don’t have much choice but to swallow, the pulses of her cum shoot practically straight down your throat anyway.

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“Good boy.” Emma coos as you swallow around her, the contractions of your throat massaging her length perfectly to coax all the remaining cum from her balls. The pulses of her cock get weaker, the last drops of cum dribbling out into your throat. You swallow it down before she finally releases your head.

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You yank off, choking and sputtering. You wipe at your chin, smearing the accumulation of your drool and Emma’s cum off it. “You should leave it. You look adorable when you’re all messy like that.”

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You flush under the kinda compliment. Emma’s cock is soft, satiated for the moment, and you figure your job is done, so you army crawl up her bed to lie at her side. It might be bold, making yourself comfortable in your teacher’s bed like this, but the sex has made you tired, and you’re not ready to leave her side yet.

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“Let me catch my breath, and then I’ll start a shower.” She mutters as you lie carefully in her bed, making sure to leave an inch of space between your naked bodies.

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“Alright, I’ll go.” You start to sit up, but stop when Emma reaches out, placing her hand across your chest.

“You’re coming to the shower, too.” She says, talking down to you like you’re dumb.

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“Oh, right.” It will be nice. You think, showering with her, maybe even staying in her room, her bed is a lot more comfortable than yours.

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“Ah-” Emma tuts, sitting up and frowning down at you. “Don’t get cocky. We’re not having a sleepover.”

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“Oh.” You can’t hide your disappointment. You thought maybe she wasn’t just using you for sex but-

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“Oh lord.” Emma sighs, interrupting your train of thought. “Wipe your tears, baby boy. You’re more than a sex toy for me. But I’d have a difficult time explaining your presence in my room if someone stumbled upon us.”

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“But, if it wasn’t for that, I could stay?” You say, heart-warming at the thought.

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“Yes.” She nods and taps her finger on your nose. “You could stay. Maybe- Maybe I’ll take you away for a weekend soon. A vacation, just the two of us.”

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“I’d like that.” You feel giddy at the thought, giddier when Emma laughs softly.

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Jessica wraps the blanket tighter around herself. She couldn’t sleep again. Every time she shut her eyes, she saw flashes of that night in the woods. But she didn’t want to give up on sleep yet. If she sits with her eyes open long enough, eventually she’ll pass out for at least an hour or two.

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The digital clock on her nightstand glows 2:29. Very late. Or early, depending on how you think. Jessica thinks it’s early. Too early to totally give up on sleep, but she’s getting close. She’s just about to give up and throw her blankets off, and go to the kitchen to make some coffee. But something stops her. Maybe it’s instinct, because she pauses a second before she hears it.

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A creak. Her heart pounds. She thinks of the woods, the powerlessness. Before it’s a conscious thought, she’s rolling out of bed and dropping to the floor. She reaches out and grabs the old softball bat she keeps between her bedframe and the wall. When she put it there, she remembers thinking that she’d never have the strength to use it, but her adrenaline spikes, overpowering the waves of fear.

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She listens carefully, hearing soft footsteps. Whoever it is, is not being quiet. They must think they’re alone or have accidentally wandered into the wrong apartment. She knows the latter is impossible given the extensive locks on the front of her door.

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She creeps silently over to her bedroom door. It’s slightly propped open just enough for her to look out into her living area. Her breath catches at the sight of a masked person in her kitchen. She freezes, panic overwhelming her. But then they turn, and she sees their masked face.

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Jessica keeps her apartment lit with a couple of nightlights because she can't stomach the darkness. So she can make out a few features of the mask. There’s a hole cut for each eye and mouth. Typical ski mask for a robber.

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She watches, entranced as the robber, this dangerous masked intruder who broke into her house and is currently rooting through her barren kitchen drawers, raises their hand to their mouth slowly to stifle a yawn. To make it even more jarring, they rub their eyes after and shake their head before going back to snooping.

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The action oddly calms Jessica down. Humanizing what was, for a second, a monster in her eyes. But it’s not. It’s a sleepy person. A person she thinks, she hopes, she can deal with. She waits till they turn their back and bend down to look under her kitchen sink to move into action.

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She steps forward silently, walking softly around the kitchen counter and trying to stay out of their line of sight. She raises the bat when she gets within a few feet, but before she can swing, they turn. She hears the sharp intake of breath, sees the panicked wide eyes, just as she starts to swing.  

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She’s not paying enough attention as she swings down at their crouched body. It clips the countertop before colliding with their temple. Despite the loss of momentum, they still loll to the side, slumping into an unconscious heap against her kitchen counter before slowly sliding down onto the floor.

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Jessica doesn’t move for a solid five minutes. Just keep the bat raised and ready in case the robber moves. Finally, she feels confident enough to slowly lower the bat and set it down. She squats down and reaches out, gripping the bottom of the ski mask and slowly pulling up.

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Cute. Her first thought surprises her. The last thing she should be thinking about is how cute the sleeping stranger looks. She should be calling the police. She remembers her phone exists and starts to go to her bedroom to get it, but pauses as another idea enters her mind.

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Though it’s not exactly her mind that has the idea. She was panicked, blood was rushing everywhere in her body, that’s the justification she gives herself for the half erection growing in her sleep pants. She turns back to the stranger, her eyes catching on their half-open mouth. The image that flashes in her head is involuntary, parting their lips wider and slipping her cock into their warm mouth.

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“Fuck.” Jessica curses to herself as her cock throbs in her pants, now fully hardened and aching for stimulation. She hasn’t had any contact for years, and the thought of feeling another human, of being inside something besides her own hand or a plastic toy. She almost cums at the thought.

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She knows it’s wrong, but she grabs their ankles and drags them across the floor into the living room. The carpet is softer; she’s being considerate. At least that’s what she tells herself as she stops once she’s reached the center of the room. She also tells herself she’s checking for weapons as she undoes their belt and lowers their pants and underwear together.

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She scoffs at herself when cavity searches pop into her brain. Jessica can’t lie to herself anymore; she knows the reason she’s doing it as she spreads their legs and looks at their bare pussy. She reaches out slowly, lightly brushing her finger against the stranger’s entrance. “Fuck what am I doing?” Jessica says to herself.

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She’s about to stop, about to replace the clothes and call the police, but then a soft whine as she brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the crest of their labia. Jessica’s cock throbs at the soft sound. She wants more. She wants you.

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You shift in your unconscious state as Jessice rubs your clit gently. You whimper again, the sound music to Jessica’s ears. Her mouth waters as she sees the glint of wetness start to build at your core. It’s wrong, but in her mind, you were in the wrong, too, by breaking into her place. And two wrongs… well, Jessica isn’t sure if it’s exactly right for her to be doing this, but she doesn’t care.

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Jessica needs this. She’s starving for contact. She can’t stop. She crawls forward, lying flat on the ground as she gets her face between your legs. Her tongue is soft at first, tentative, slowly licking out and flicking over your clit.

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She grinds her hips, rubbing her cock against the ground through her pants. She moans against you as she feasts on you. She gets more aggressive, lapping over you as your arousal grows, dampening your cunt.

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“Ah-” Your eyes flutter as she sucks hard on your clit, and you gasp, fighting the pull of consciousness. Jessica freezes, watching carefully as you squirm at the sudden uptake and then the complete loss of pleasure.

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Her heart races, an interesting kind of fear laced with arousal coursing through her. It’s not the kind of paralyzing fear she’s used to. She feels a strong anticipation of what’s coming. She waits until you settle, but her heart stays racing for a different reason. She sits up and slowly pushes her pants down.

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She can’t remember the last time she was so hard. She strokes herself a couple of times, rubbing her thumb over her tip, leaking with precum. It’s been too long; she needs relief. She lines up with your entrance carefully and slowly starts to push.

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“Sh, Sh, Shh.” Jessica shushes as you stir, grimacing at the intrusion. She starts rubbing your clit again, and you relax, the pleasure diluting the pain of her stretching you open. Jessica grits her teeth, trying to keep quiet, but it feels so good.

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It’s like heaven as she slides her cock inside you. You feel so good compared to her own hand or the pocket pussy she’s had to live with for years. She releases a shaky breath as she pauses halfway inside of you. Your chest rises and falls quickly.

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Jessica’s is the same as she sucks in short, fast breaths. It’s taking all her effort to resist the urge to slam all the way inside you. She knows that would wake you, and she’s not ready to deal with that yet. She likes you like this, like a little sex doll for her. The thought feels wrong in her head, but her cock throbs at it.

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She sinks deeper into you, watching your mouth fall open as you gasp. She groans deeply as her balls press against you. She could stay like this for hours, buried inside your warm heat. But she doesn’t have the patience for that right now.

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She draws back an inch before humping back into you. Her eyes close in pleasure, and she bites her lip. She sets a slow pace, doing her best to keep you unconscious. But she can only handle that so long; she’s been building up, been holding back for so long, her hips start moving faster and faster. It’s not long before you start to stir. Jessica’s too lost in her pleasure to notice the way your eyelids flutter as you gain awareness.

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Your head throbs, temple aching. It takes you a minute to remember. Your friend had sworn it would be an easy cash grab. No one ever came or went from this apartment, but there was definitely a stash of stuff inside. It wasn’t ideal. You never considered yourself a thief, but times were tough. If it was an abandoned apartment, it was basically a victimless crime.  

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But the memories come in flashes. The not-empty apartment. The woman. The bat. The woman is hitting you with a bat. You groan as the pain in your head flares at the thought. But the pain dulls as you become vaguely aware of another sensation. Pleasure. Something’s, someone’s inside you. Moving inside you.

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Your eyes flash open, and you sit up too quickly. The sudden movement makes you dizzy, but it only takes a moment before you’re shoved back against the ground. Hands grab your arms, wrestling you down against the carpet underneath you.

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The apartment is lit well enough that you can see her. The woman with the bat is above you, and her cock? You look down to verify, but yes, you can see where the appendage extends from her body and juts right into you. You trail your eyes up, over her light grey shirt, the slight swell of her chest, to her face.

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Her eyes are wide, like she’s as shocked by this as you are. “You…” You start but can’t finish. You don’t know what you want to say. It’s clear she knocked you unconscious and then started fucking you. You know you should feel wrong, should feel like she’s violated you, which she arguably has. But instead, you feel relief. She could have had you sent to jail.

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And something about it is hot. You can feel your arousal. You don’t know how long she’s been at it, but you can feel your wetness leaking down onto the ground below you. You drink in the woman above you, taking in her features.

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There’s a light sheen of sweat on her olive skin, and brown hair hangs in a loose braid over one shoulder. Her hair is slightly mussed, messy like she was asleep when you came in. But the bags under her eyes tell a different story. Her eyes are deep brown, and when you meet them, you realize you’ve been staring at each other for a couple of minutes.

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You quickly look away, eyes catching on the sharp angle of her jaw. It’s like neither of you knows what to say or do. After a moment, she makes the decision with a subtle roll of her hips against you. Her cock is still buried inside you, and the action makes it shift, hitting a deep spot. You moan. She feels good. Her cock fills you up nicely, with a slight stretch that feels amazing.

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You can feel her eyes on you and will yourself to meet her gaze. You can see the slight panic in her dark eyes, but when she rolls her hips again, and you groan, it fades. She seems to grow more sure of herself, her movements getting bolder as she starts pulling her hips back and pushing them forward again.

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“Fuck.” She curses under her breath as she starts fucking you. It’s only once she releases your arms that you realize you hadn’t even been fighting her anymore. She keeps one hand braced against your ground beside your head and drops the other between your bodies.

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You moan as she brushes her fingers against your clit. She rubs two fingers against the bud, watching which pattern of her fingers makes your hips jerk up against her. Her confidence grows as she settles into the pace you like.

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“Don’t stop.” You moan. The first words you ever speak to this woman are a pathetic plea. She smirks, unbeknownst to you, it’s the first semismile she’s had on her lips in months. You being underneath her makes her feel powerful, in control. For the first time in a long time, she’s not afraid.

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“Ah.” She gasps and grits her teeth. You feel her cock throb inside you. She doesn’t warn you, but you know she’s about to cum. You weren’t awake when she slid inside you, but you’re pretty sure she’s not wearing a condom. She moans and thrusts forward hard, slamming her hips into yours as she starts to cum. She rocks her hips against you, spilling her seed deep inside you.

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You can feel the warmth spreading inside you. It feels like her orgasm lasts forever. Years of repression and loneliness all pour out inside you. After what feels like an eternity of her cock throbbing inside you, she stills. She’s panting hard, chest rising and falling quickly.

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You already know the answer, but you have to ask. “Are you um- wearing a condom?”

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Her brow creases as she tilts her head to look at you. “No.” The thought never even crossed her mind. “Do you want me to grab one?”

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Not that it’d do a lot now. The damage has been done, the mess leaking out of you around her cock is the proof. But you don’t let it bother you. It’ll probably be fine. You push the thoughts from your head. “Little late for one now.” You mutter.

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“I’m not done.” She says matter-of-factly. She leaves her cock inside you as she starts rubbing your clit again. You let your head fall back against the carpet. Her cock is somehow still hard inside you, and she starts thrusting her hips into you again.

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She’s figured out the movements you like and is working her cock inside you and fingers against you expertly. You’re squirming before long, lifting your hips up to meet her thrusts. “I’m gonna cum…” You leave your mouth open, the spot for her name blank when you remember you don’t know it. It’s a little strange, this woman, whose name you don’t even know, is seconds from making you cum.

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“Jessica.” She says quietly. You gaze up at her through half-hooded eyes.

“Fuck, Jessica.” You moan as she presses against your harder.

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Jessica moans at the sound of her name from your mouth. Your hips buck against her as your orgasm approaches. “Cum for me.” Jessica coos and keeps her movement steady, as you squirm wildly when you cum.

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You moan loudly as Jessica fucks you through it. She works you through it, relishing the way you’re tightening around her cock. She lets you ride it for as long as you can, only stopping when you start to flinch away from the pressure against your clit.

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Her thrusts slow to a halt as you catch your breath in the wake of your orgasm. Jessica looks down at you with a hungry look in her eye, her brown eyes flick down to your lips. She remembers her thoughts from earlier- the idea of how good it would feel to sink her cock into your mouth.

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She pulls out of you slowly, easing back to pull her rock-hard cock out. You feel more of her cum flow out of you as she leaves you empty. She shifts back up onto her knees before standing up and sitting on the couch. She spreads her legs wide, giving you a clear view of her slick cock and smooth balls.

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“Suck me.” Her voice is steady, sure of herself as she looks down at you, still lying on the floor where she left you. You sit up slowly, the pain in your head has settled to a dull ache in the midst of pleasure. You’re sure there will be a nasty bruise for days, but all you focus on is scooting forward to kneel between her legs. You remove your shirt after a moment of thought; she’s already seen enough of you to get over any shyness.

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You have the urge to do what she says, to please her. You grab her cock hesitantly, before sticking your tongue out and flicking it over her tip. You wrap your lips around her tip and suck softly, moaning at the taste of her cum mixed with your own. Jessica groans in satisfaction before placing her hand on the back of your head.

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She applies pressure, guiding your mouth down her shaft. You hollow your cheeks, sucking down her length until she presses against the back of your throat. You gag a couple of inches from the base of her cock. “Come on, all the way.” She presses firmer, forcing your mouth down all the way despite your gagging.

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She moans as your lips press against her groin. She relaxes her grip, letting you yank your head back to cough and catch your breath. After a couple of seconds, she pulls your head back forward, guiding the tip of her cock back into your mouth. She keeps her hand on your head, controlling your pace as she guides you slowly up and down her shaft.

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You get accustomed to her size, throat getting used to the pressure as she urges you to take more of her for longer every time you bob down. Jessica decides very quickly that she enjoys having you on your knees in front of her. But she doesn't want you to feel left out. “Stick your ass up.”

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Obedience comes without hesitation. You sit up on your hands and knees, sticking your ass out behind you. Her cock never leaves your mouth, and her hand falls away from your as she lets you take over the pacing. You keep sucking, wrapping your hand around the base of her cock to stroke the portion of her that’s not comfortable to choke down.

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Jessica leans forward, and you adjust your position to stay comfortable. You feel her hands on your ass, palming your cheeks. Jessica looks at your ass, eyes fixated on the one hole she hasn’t been inside of today. She thinks to herself that she won’t do and presses one finger against your asshole without warning.

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You gasp around her cock at the intrusion. You wiggle forward as she presses her digit into your tight hole. You struggle to get your head back with her new position leaning over you, but she sits up when you reach up and pinch her bare thigh. You sit back down, moving your ass away from her.

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“What?” She shrugs. “I’m gonna fuck your ass. Don’t you want me to stretch you out?” She’s quickly getting into the habit of telling you things instead of asking, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t clench around anything at her assertiveness.  

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“Do you have lube?” You say, hopeful tone evident in your voice. You don’t think you’re in a position to argue with the woman, and she doesn’t seem like she’d give up her anal plans due to lack of lube.

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Jessica sighs but motions for you to sit back. She’s clearly not impressed with having to do without your mouth on her for a few moments, but she stands up and walks past you without a word. She disappears into what you think must be her bedroom and returns a few seconds later with a small bottle of lube.

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She sits back in her spot, and you instantly take her cock back into your mouth. It’s a silent thank you for her, and she sighs in appreciation. You resume your position, presenting your ass for her. You suck her eagerly, earning a steady flow of precum against your tongue.

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You wait in anticipation until one lube-slicked finger slides inside your ass. You groan around Jessica’s cock as she slowly starts thrusting her finger in and out of you. “So, fucking tight,” Jessica mutters, more to herself than you. With the way your ass squeezes around her finger, she can’t imagine how pleasurable it’d be around her cock.

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But for now, she’s content to be in your mouth. She inserts another finger into your ass. Enjoying the rumbles from your throat as she stretches you out. Jessica aches to cum again. She doesn’t feel like waiting. She knows she can cum a third time after unloading in your mouth, so she sits back, pulling her fingers from your ass to refocus on your blowjob.

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She grabs the back of your head, holding you in place as she starts bucking her hips up into your mouth. You gag as she starts thrusting her cock into your mouth. “Just like that. You’re going so good for me.” Jessica praises, encouraging your efforts.

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It works, the kind words sending a warm feeling through your chest and straight to your cunt. You feel your wetness drip, coating down the insides of your thighs. You don’t know much about Jessica, but you hope she knows a good carpet cleaner, because the area underneath you is no doubt ruined.

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Jessica’s breath hitches as you wiggle your tongue underneath her, trailing it up the underside to stimulate her sensitive veins. Her thighs tense on either side of your head. She suddenly pulls back, taking her cock out of your mouth. A wet trail of saliva and precum connects your lips to her tip.

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“Suck my balls.” She grunts and lifts her cock up, jerking her cock above your head. You lean forward, sticking your tongue out to lick gently at the seam of her sac. “Suck.” Jessica snaps. You carefully take one of her balls in your mouth and suck softly. Her hand quickens, jerking herself off as you bring her closer to orgasm.

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You let her nut fall from your mouth before angling your head and sucking softly on the other. You roll it around with your tongue, tasting the salt of her sweat. Jessica hisses as you suck a little harder. You switch back to the other, giving both equal treatment. “Fuck.” Jessica moans and grabs a fistful of your hair.

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She yanks your head up and shoves her cock back in your mouth. “Swallow.” She pants as she buries her cock in your throat and starts to cum. You feel the steady pulse of her veins against your tongue before the first spurt of her cum hits the back of your throat. You choke at the thick salty fluid but manage to swallow around her as she keeps cumming.

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Jessica’s second orgasm doesn’t seem any less potent. She humps repeatedly into your mouth, and you lose track of how many times you swallow. Finally, she stills, and the last drops of her cum dribble out onto your tongue. You suck as she slowly pulls out of your mouth, collecting the remaining drops of cum and spit from her cock before she collapses back against the couch.

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She smiles softly down at you as you wipe your chin and mouth. “You listen well.”

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“Thanks?” You can’t really tell if it’s a compliment, but clearly you’ve satisfied her, so you’ll take it.

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“Now, for your reward.” She moves fast, and before you know it, you’re pinned back against the carpet with her on top of you. She slides down your body before burying her face between your legs. For the second time, but not that you’d know that. You moan as she licks over your dripping cunt.

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Jessica laps at you eagerly, tasting the mix of her cum from earlier and your arousal. She sucks softly on your clit before prodding her fingers back against your ass. You groan as she slides her lube-slicked fingers back into your ass, resuming her goal of stretching you out.

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You arch into her mouth at the added stimulation. It slowly starts to feel good, the pressure inside you alongside her mouth on your clit. Jessica pushes her fingers deeper and scissors them open, making space for her cock.

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She finds her rhythm quickly, working her fingers steadily inside you, alongside toying with your clit. It doesn’t take her long to bring you to the edge of another orgasm. You feel the familiar tightening in your lower stomach.

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“Jessica…” You moan and buck your hips into her mouth. She grabs your hips with her free hand and pins them back to the ground. Her other hand still works underneath you, thrusting and curling her fingers in your ass.

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You cum hard in her mouth. You can’t move anymore with her ironclad grip, but Jessica keeps control, working you through the waves of pleasure. She keeps her mouth on your clit, playing with the sensitive bud until your pleasure fades and you whine from the continued stimulation. She lifts her head up, mouth leaving you. She licks her lips before kissing your inner thigh softly.

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She freezes as she realizes what she did. The first moment of true intimacy you’ve shared without the lust. Her confidence has spiked over the last half hour with you, and she feels bold. She kisses you again just over your hip and trails kisses up your naked torso. She stops when her lips brush your jawline and angles her face above yours.

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She lets you decide, waiting for you to lift your head up before bringing hers further down and pressing her lips to yours. She kisses you softly for a second before gaining courage. She slides her tongue against your lips, making out with you as she cups your jaw. She presses against you, letting you feel her cock, already hard again, against your stomach.

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She breaks the kiss first, pulling away, panting. “Roll over for me?” She asks softly and lifts up for you to roll underneath her.

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She snags the bottle of lube from the couch and pours a healthy amount over her cock. She strokes herself, coating her entire length in lube. You know what’s coming, but tense as she spreads your ass cheeks apart, eyes fixed on her next target. She holds you open with one hand while she grabs her cock with the other.

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You feel her shift and tense in anticipation as she positions herself. She stretched you, but her fingers don’t compare to her cock. She grits her teeth as she slides the head of her cock inside you. You hiss at the subtle pain of the stretch. It hurts, but Jessica sinks deeper and curses under her breath.

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“You’re so tight.” She says breathlessly. After two orgasms, her cock is overly sensitive, and she’s right beside you in the stimulation, being almost too much to bear. But she needs this. She could feel herself relaxing with each orgasm, and the relief of pouring years of her stress into your holes is too much to resist. She needs just one more to satiate her for now.

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But she doesn’t need to push you for it. She stops with half of her cock in your ass. You tremble underneath her. She groans as your tightness surrounds her. She slowly pulls her hips back before pushing forward halfway again. She settles into fucking your ass slowly, groaning occasionally.

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You get used to the feeling after a few minutes of her grunting and thrusting above you. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” She says softly. She moans breathily, so soft it sounds like a whimper. You know she must be sensitive, but that doesn’t stop her from thrusting into you a little faster.

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You just lie there, letting her take what she needs from you. It feels like the least you can do after all. She suddenly stops, freezing with her cock ¾ of the way inside you. It pulses weakly inside you before you feel the warm feeling of her cum flow inside you. Her third orgasm is much weaker, but she still moans in pleasure as she cums.

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The pleasure fades fast, and she shivers as the last weak trickle of her leaks out into you. She leans down and kisses your spine between your shoulder blades before easing her cock out of you. You wince slightly as she pulls out, leaving you feeling empty.

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She collapses beside you on her back. Her apartment is quiet for a moment, both of you panting in the dim light. “So…” She finally starts awkwardly, propping her head up to look at you. “I’m Jessica.”

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You roll over and sit up, preparing to tell your name, but just as you open your mouth, you’re interrupted by a flash of green light. You and Jessica both stare in awe at the floating green ring between you. There’s a deadly silent moment before a robotic voice emits from the ring:

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“Damnit, Illyana.” You curse the blonde woman as you run towards the burning building. Your brain swirls with all the names you want to call her: bullheaded, idiotic, stubborn, fool, the list goes on. Why does she always need to run off and play hero?

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You reach the edge of the building and pull your mask up, covering your nose and mouth with fabric to block out the smoke. You dash into the building, ignoring the static in your comms. No doubt it’s Dani cursing both you and Illyana, but she’s too far away to hear clearly.

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“Illyana!” You call out as you dash into the building. It’s hot, your skin drips with sweat as you race up to the upper level, that’s where Illyana was headed when you last spoke. You can barely see through the thick layer of smoke, and despite the layer of your mask, you still cough from the smoke.

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You pause as a shape appears from the smoke. Sabertooth. Damn. You don’t have time to think about what that means for Illyana. He’s on you before you can react, his claws slashing across your chest. Your suit takes the brunt of the attack, but you still feel the sting as his claws tear through the top layers of your skin.

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You dodge his next attack, but barely. You throw your fist out, hitting him with a blast of fire. It’s beneficial to fight Sabertooth in a burning building. The two things you normally have to worry about, you don’t. You don’t have to hold back for fear of killing your enemy, because it’s Sabertooth. And you don’t have to worry about catching any buildings on fire, because it’s already engulfed in flames.

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You don’t hold back, hitting him with everything you can. The bad news about your powers, though, is that you can still get burned. And when he swipes his claw at the wall, sending a piece of burning wood your way, it burns deep into your arm and makes you lose your focus.

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You drop your offense and dive to the side, struggling to find escape in the narrow hallway. You collide with the railing, weakened by the fire, the wood gives way, and you crash right through the railing, and for a second, you’re in the air.

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You react quickly, fast enough to send a blast of fire at the ground below you to slow your descent, but the ground still approaches fast, and it hurts when you land. The air is knocked out of your lungs, and you gasp, trying to get the limited oxygen in the smoky space. Sabertooth hits the ground beside, tanking the one-story fall a lot better than you had.

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Unfortunately for him, the fragile floor doesn’t hold up his weight. He crashed through the weakened structure and fell into the basement below. The hold in the floor widens, spreading toward you. Before you can react, the floor beneath you disappears. You grab hold of the edge, the one part of the floor that hadn’t crumbled, and try to haul yourself up.

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Your grip is slipping, though, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Just as you think your grip is about to give out, a pair of hands wraps around your wrist. You would be glad to see Illyana if you weren’t so furious at her. She actually has the gall to smile down at you as she yanks you up.

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She supports you, wrapping her arm around your waist, to help you walk. You could probably do it on your own, but you want to make her feel bad for running off and making you chase after her. She helps you outside and pulls you till you’re fully clear of the burning building in a small grove of trees. More of the building crumbles in on itself, and you think of Sabertooth trapped in the basement, surely getting burnt to a crisp.

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Illyana turns back to look at the sound, and her grip on you loosens. You take the opportunity to catch her off balance, shoving her shoulder hard. She stumbles away, turning back to you, shocked. “What the hell’s that for? I just saved your life.”

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“I was only in danger because of you!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air. The action causes a flash of pain through you, and you wince, examining the burn on your arm. Illyana, not taking the hint, sidles right up next to you and looks over your wound.  

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“You’re hurt.” She grabs your arm, twisting it to get a better look.

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“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” You try to yank your arm free of her grip, but she holds you tight.

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“Don’t be like that. I was worried.” Illyana looks at you hard, frowning.

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“You were the one who ran off on your own after Sabertooth.” You snap.

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“You weren’t supposed to follow me.” She growls back. You’d think she was this stubborn just because she’s a young alpha, but you’ve been around her long enough to know this is pure her.

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“You’re an idiot.” You shake your head. “A fool. A-” She cuts you off by pulling you forward. Her arms wrap around your torso, holding you tight against her.

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“You worried me.” She mumbles softly against your ear. As your initial shock fades, you rest your arms hesitantly around her. She holds you tighter, pressing her hips against yours. You step back, but she follows, backing you against the nearest tree. She groans softly as she buries her nose at the base of your neck.

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You feel her chest rise and fall shakily, as she inhales your scent. It’s probably tinged with smoke, but it’s enough for the alpha. You freeze as you feel her cock press against your stomach. She’s hard, harder than you thought somebody could get so fast. She presses her body against you harder, like she’s trying to merge into your skin.

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She bites her lip, and you swear you hear a soft whimper from her. She breathes your scent in deeply, letting its notes roll over her olfactory glands. Her body trembles, and her hips jerk against you weakly. She whimpers audibly this time, and you wrap your arms tighter around her in response.

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You think you know what’s happening, but your suspicions are confirmed when you smell the sharp scent of her cum. Illyana just came in her pants… from smelling you. It takes you a second to wrap your brain around it. You keep your arms around her, trying to comfort the, no doubt, embarrassed alpha.

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She stays in your grip, keeping her face buried in your neck. You can feel the heat radiating off her, feel the flush of her face against your neck. Her nose bumps your scent gland, making you shiver at the contact against the sensitive area.

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“‘Yana.” You say softly. Illyana’s entering dangerous territory. You open your mouth to remind her where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing, but Dani beats you to it.

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“What in the hell are you two doing?” Her voice comes in loud and clear over the comms. Illyana jerks away from you like you’re on fire. She turns away from you quickly, hiding the blush on her face. You stare at her back as she moves awkwardly, adjusting her crotch. You stifle a laugh, not wanting to humiliate the alpha, a little bit out of kindness, but mostly from fear of her retaliation.

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“Sabertooth is down. We’re headed back in your direction.” Illyana grunts into her comm and opens a portal without a word to you. You follow her through, rejoining the rest of your team without incident.

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If any of your team members can smell Illyana’s ‘little accident’ or your arousal, they don’t say anything. You make your way back to your mansion and go your separate ways, after a short chat with Dani about following orders and sticking together in the field.

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After a shower and Beast bandaging your arm, you start to return to your own room, but for some reason, when you stop in front of a dorm door, it’s not your own.

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You knock softly on Illyana’s door. She doesn’t answer, but you know she’s in there. You can smell her. You twist the knob slowly and step inside, pulling the door shut behind you.

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“Did I say come in?” Illyana snaps and stands up quickly from her bed. Her long hair is still damp from her post-mission shower.

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“We should talk.” You don’t have any idea what to say about what happened, but it seems like the right thing to say to stop her from throwing you out into the hall.

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“About what?” Illyana shrugs, but you see a bit of heat flush her neck.

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“You know what, Illyana.” You sigh and fold your arms over your chest. “I didn’t know you felt that way about m-”

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Illyana interrupts. She folds her arms over her chest, mimicking your posture.

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“Come on, Illyana. We both know what happened out there.” You knew she was embarrassed about it, but you can’t believe she’s actually trying to deny it. Maybe you need a more direct approach. “You came in your pants, Illyana. From a hug.”

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“Shut up.” She growls and looks away at the wall. “I did not.”

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She’s actually trying to lie right to your face about it. “Yes, you did.” You sigh, exasperated. “I felt it, Illyana.”

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“Felt what?” She shouts and steps into your space. She grabs your right hand and brings it down before you can pull away. She presses your hand against her crotch, letting you feel the bulge in her pants. “This? You want this. I know, I can smell your horniness when you look at me. Don’t worry, I want you to.”

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“Illyana…” Your actions feel out of your control. You don’t know if it’s the lingering adrenaline from your mission or Illyana’s scent as it grows with her arousal, but you spread your hand out, pressing your palm against her cock. You bite your lip as you feel it twitch and grow against your hand.

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“Ah.” Illyana gasps as you curl your fingers, groping her cock through her thin sweats. Her eyes flutter shut, and she groans softly in pleasure. She sets her hand on your shoulder and applies pressure, urging you to sink down onto your knees.

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You kneel at her feet, looking up at her as she opens her eyes and looks down at you. “What are you waiting for? Get my dick out.”

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You resist an eyeroll at her sudden dominance and reach up to her waistband and tug it down. Her cock springs free, and you drool at the smell of the alpha’s musk. You reach up and gently grab her shaft. It’s warm and thick in your hand. You squeeze around her knot, earning a groan and a jerk of her hips.

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“Open your mouth.” She grabs your hair and knocks your hand off her cock to replace it with her own. She yanks your hair hard when you hesitate, and when you gasp at the pain, she shoves her cock in your mouth.

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You choke in surprise as she shoves her cock right to the back of your throat. You slap your hands against her thighs, but she ignores it as she holds your mouth on her cock. “Ah, fuck.” She groans and throws her head back. Her abs tense with effort, and she suddenly yanks your head back and practically shoves you back onto the floor.

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Your butt hits the floor with a thud, and you look up at her in surprise. She glares down at you. “What?” You sigh. Her cock throbs visibly, and a bead of precum drips from her tip. You bite your lip in a failed attempt to stifle a laugh. “You were gonna cum?” You truly hadn’t even started sucking her yet.

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“Shut your mouth.” Illyana growls and grabs your hair again. She drags you up despite your hisses of pain and throws you in the direction of your bed.

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“Illyana,” despite her roughness, you’re still trying not to laugh at her quickness. No doubt it’s embarrassing to the alpha, but you can’t help but take it as a compliment. “It’s okay to be fast. Especially if you’ve never… You know.” You shrug instead of finishing the sentence. Apparently, it was not the right thing to say because Illyana responds by ripping your pants off.

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You squirm, but she ignores your shyness as she yanks your underwear down after and tosses them aside. You try to close your legs, Illyana moving a little faster than you’d like, but she grabs your knees and forces them apart. She kneels between your legs and bends down to put her face against your pussy.

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She sticks her tongue out, licking a stripe up your cunt. You squirm, but she hooks her arms around your hips, preventing you from moving away from her tongue. She moans at your taste while she prods at your entrance with two fingers.

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She licks around till she finds your clit, sucking on the bud when you moan. The bed creaks as Illyana presses her hips into the bed. She presses her fingers inside you, and the way you squeeze around her digits drives her wild. You relax, trying to get lost in the feeling of her tongue on you and fingers curling inside you.

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You’re just starting to feel your orgasm build when Illyana suddenly pulls away. “I didn’t-” You start to protest, but she slaps her hand over your mouth. With her other hand, she grabs her cock and shoves it inside you.

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You gasp against her hand at the sudden intrusion, but Illyana pays you no mind. “Take it, take it.” She collapses on top of you, slamming her hips forward. You’re not ready at all. You weren’t ready for her cock, you’re certainly not ready for her knot, but Illyana doesn’t care. She’s about to cum, and she needs it inside you.

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You cry, tears dripping from your cheeks as you stretch painfully around her knot. Illyana whimpers softly, dropping her head against your shoulder as her knot slides all the way inside you. You sob at the brutal transition from her fingers to her cock and knot. Her cock throbs inside you, knot swelling as she starts to cum.

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She pants against your neck, her body limp against your as her cock spams inside you. You can feel the strong pulses of her cock, as her balls empty inside you, only finding the ability to relax once she stills. “So, fucking good.” She smiles and kisses your neck softly after she catches her breath.

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She picks her head up and looks at you through hooded eyes. “What’s wrong?”

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“What’s wrong?!” You cry out as she moves her hand away from your mouth. “That fucking hurt, Illyana. You can’t just shove it all inside like that. Didn’t you have sex-ed?”

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She looks away, and you remember just how she spent her childhood. So no, she did not have sex ed. “I thought- I mean, omegas can take knots.” She says quietly after a moment.

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You drop your head back against the pillow. “Yeah, but you’re supposed to ease into it. Start slow, you know?” Truthfully, given what you’ve seen, you seriously doubt Illyana has the ability to do it slowly, given her inability to last long. She almost came just from eating you out.

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“I’m sorry. Does it still hurt? I can-” She shifts, trying to lean back and tug her knot out of you.

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“No!” You gasp and wrap your arms around her waist as fresh pain flashes through you. “No, don’t do that.” Illyana stills, letting you pull her back flush against you to take the pressure off her knot at your entrance. “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.” It’s true, the pain has faded to a dull ache inside you as you’ve gotten more used to the feeling of her inside you.

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You’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow, though. You’re pretty sure you can smell a bit of your own blood and have no doubt she tore you a bit. “Don’t try to take it out. You’ll really hurt me if you take it out before your knot goes down.” You scratch her back, trying to calm her nerves. You can smell anxiety coming off the alpha alongside her embarrassment.

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Illyana relaxes against you. A happy rumble in her chest. She wiggles slightly on top of you, slipping one arm between your bodies. She feels around where her cock enters you and presses against your clit. You gasp as your cunt clenches around her.

“Illyana.” You groan as she rubs your clit roughly.

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“I want you to feel good too.” She says, lifting her head up to look at you. She holds eye contact as she keeps moving her fingers against you. “Does that feel good?”

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“Mhm.” You moan. The pain has mostly faded, and the feeling of being full of her has started to feel good deep inside you. It takes her a second, but she finds the rhythm you like and keeps a steady pace.

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“Yeah?” She mutters, and you feel her cock twitch inside you. “Feels good.”

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She’s already locked inside you, so you don’t care if she cums again. Which is impending based on the way her cock twitches inside you. “Yeah, you’re making me feel so good, ‘Yana.”

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She groans at the nickname, and you feel her body tense. She’s trying to hold her second orgasm back. Trying to let you cum first. Her care for you makes you swoon and is just the extra push you needed.

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You cum, moaning her name and clenching around her cock and knot. The tightness hurts a bit, but it’s overwhelmed by your waves of pleasure. Illyana falls apart quickly after the start of your orgasm. The way your cunt squeezes and massages her cock drives her crazy. She cums again, her load significantly smaller than the first time, but it doesn’t make it feel any less good for her.

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You both moan and pant as you cum together, your orgasms drawing as much pleasure out of each other as possible. You collapse against each other as your highs fade. She keeps rubbing your clit, though, only stopping when you push against her wrist as it starts to be too much stimulation.

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She takes the hint and moves her hand away, placing her forearms on either side of your head. She lifts her head up and hovers over your face. Illyana leans down slowly, gently pressing her lips against yours. You kiss her back, letting her slide her tongue into your mouth when she tries. It’s sloppy, but she moans against your mouth.

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You wrap your arms around her shoulders, holding her against you. She finally breaks the kiss to catch her breath, panting against your mouth. “After my knot goes down, I think we can try again. I can really fuck you.”

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