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She honestly doesn't know how she got into this situation. Sitting drunkly on her best friends lap, who is equally as drunk as she is, sitting on the closed lid of a toilet. His tinged hand on her thigh, the other ringed hand, 3 fingers deep in her sloshing pussy. The petals fluttering eagerly around the thick milky digits, the bottom of her short, straplessdress was bunched at her hips. Groggily she looked up at the sink mirror across the bathroom, a gasp leaving her swollen lips as his fingers curl into that delicious spot that had her bucking in his lap. Her perfectly done hair was a rats nest, eyes red and puffy, her moans slurred and hoarse from the alcohol. The only reason she gasped the was the fact that her best friendwho's chin was resting against the juncture between her neck and shoulder was staring straight at her through the mirror. Eyes also red from smoking a joint —prior to finger blasting her into oblivion— and nearly black from also the liquor. Watching her expressions as he makes his sure his fingers are knuckle deep in her hole.

"Can't keep bein' friends, can't keep bein' subtle with you." "Mmhnn." She couldn't comprehend anything he was saying. Her mind is mush, pure gunk as he twisted 3 thick fingers in her frothing hole. This what you wanted? Geting fucking hammered at a party and letting your 'only and ever best friend finger fuck you at your Ex's bacholor party." He looked down at his fingers; silver and dark rings nearly being swallowed by your overworked arousal. "Pretty lil' slut. Thought we were friend, huh? Pathetic. Said we'd never be together, never! But look at you, fucking up and bucking into my hand like a dog in heat, desperate and stupid! You look fucking ridiculous." He pull one of his fingers out. Now twisting and thrusting into her swallowing cabern. His other hand that was so patiently sitting on her thigh was now so impatiently rubbing tight rushed circles into her cit. His head tilted sucking and biting at her neck eyes. Basically glued to the mirror as she watched him pump his fingers in and out of her rapidly. Mouth gaped in pleasure, tears leaking, mascara running, her thighs shaking and his rough jeans completely ruined. Her pretty ripped thong taking home in one of his pockets.

"I'm going to ruin you for everyone. Going to make sure you only feel me for the rest of your life." He finished sucking the marks in her neck, His marks. "Fuckin' love you pretty girl and you refuse to see that." The stroke of his thumb on her clit and curling twist of his fingers against her g-spot caused her to finally break eye contact with the mirror–throwing her head back as a thick turd of liquid blast out of her pussy, hitting the sink cabinet in front of her, soaking the floor under it and completely drenching them both at the lower half. She had to catch her breath. They are painful to swallow due to the fact he he kept fingering her through the orgasm. Not stopping for a second to even check on her. Watching her obsessively in the mirror. Licking his lips as he can hear her arousal froth again. "Yea! That's a good girl. Want your cream covering my rings. Want this pussy to ruin and warp them. Like lI'm about to do to you. He kept going as the white, bubbling, thick spit like liquid drips and leaks down his wrist.

Another orgasm was approaching fast and hard as she felt his clothed cock twitching up against her ass, orgasm was charging through her body until he ripped his fingers out. He gently pushed her off his lap and against the sink counter. She was about to turn around and curse him out until she heard him jingling his studded belt loose, a large hand planted on her back to keep her bent over and steady. "When I'm done with you, you're going to go out there and dance with a limp in your step, my mark all over your neck, and my cum spiling down your thighs."

°•°•°Hai Loves Sorry For Not Being Here For so Long, We're Still Working On Other Things, But I Promise They Will Be Out Soon. We Love You Guys— See Ya Later •°•°•

(This takes place after the last extermination)

            Hell was back to its usual chaos. Random Arsons, Robberies, Murders, Drug Deals, and Prostitution. The only difference was it had gained another sinner, Well . . . Basically another fallen Angel. A now Black, Gold and Red Winged Angel, a devil with angel wings. A feathered ball of anger and hate. Adam sat in a dark alley, molten hot, golden orbs of boiling rage staring at all of the sinners that walked past in disgust. He has his eyes set on one thing. This pretty little thing that he watched religiously. The pretty little imp he's been watching before he died, Fuck! 5 Exterminations before he died. Before he died, he would collectively tug on his girthy pierced cock up in his holy penthouse. Spilling sticky hot seed all over his meaty ringed hand. Groaning into his cloak, pretty orbs rolling to the back of his head. The thought of this pretty, thick ass imp -that is practically the embodiment of sin- protecting children, shielding them from gore and agonizing cries of help, had his brain foaming at the mouth. He would stare in awe as a sinner none the less- damn near sacrificed herself protecting little bundles of evil, that probably won't appreciate her efforts in the future. Hey they may even mock her for it.

            Adam would release the bone crushing grip on his tan base, letting the blood flow back and releasing a sigh of disgust as the post nut clarity hits him like a train of bricks. He would cover his sweaty forehead and hazy honey colored eyes with this arm. Cursing himself for nutting over a sinner and having a hyper jerk session that lasts for hours ~ 8 hours to be exact ~. ~ specifically ~ thinking about a pretty imp with the most fuckable body, skull crushing thighs, child bearing hips and motherly instinct. Awh Fuck?! Welp would you look at that, he's hard again. Adam would peak out from under his arm l, eyes glowing a deep ember in the dark and musky room. An almost insane, defeated chuckle leaving his rumbling throat, licking his bottom lip with his pierced tongue, he'd just admit defeat. His hips jolted up like he was struck by lightning. A broken stutter leaving his plump lips as the images play back, again and again and again! Visions and flash backs of her dating back over years. Her voice, her mannerisms, her fucking everything. Everytime this is the same outcome, with his fist wrapped around his pulsating angry cock, as he shamelessly tugs on his overgrown dick to an image of her face in his diluted brain.

            Now back in the present he stares from the alleyway. Watching, wanting, waiting. . . Waiting for her. Dick strained against his tight ripped black jeans and dark bloodied cloak. Black and gold guitar strapped to his back. Fist clenching tighter as he finally spots you. Little ole you— walking around in that cute little outfit. You're so small, so squeezable . . . So—

            Hey!? The hell are you doing back there! Get the fuck outta here!” A large 2 face sinner with a crooked tail and multiple pairs of bright green eyes staring at him in disgust.—At HIM, IN DISGUST?! HIM?!—  From the corner of his eye he can see his little halo watching the scene unfold in concern. He sucked his teeth in irritation, and turned and walked away— Not wanting to start shit with this distorted cesspool of void and ugly. This was not it, Not in front of his halo. Not worth it! Not worth it! not worth it! Then he felt a pair of clawed hands on his shoulder, preventing from descending further into the alley. “The other way fucker! That's a dead en—" Black acidic blood poured from the now headless demon. His black and golden angelic axe buried in the demon's stump. Adam placed his spiked black boot on the demon's chest, ripping the serrated blade out and then swinging it into his chest after removing his foot, battering this demon's dead body into the dirty blood splattered ground.

            "Keep your goddamn hands off of me you fuckin’ filth!” He continued to slam his axe into the demon's body, turning him into ground meat on the now blackened pavement. Adam looked around expecting to hear screaming, seeing imps running . . . Chaos, Something— It was none of that. People are still shopping, conversing and going about their hellish day. ‘Incessant creatures’ the angel would spit in his head. These things are so used to violence it's a normal occurrence for them. But something was missing . . . HIS IMP! She's gone!? Fuck!!

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            It's been 3 fucking weeks and Adam hasn't seen his halo since his little violent slip up. Maybe he scared her off?! What if he never sees her again?! What if she didn't like that?! Ha! Fuck! She's a demon. She's probably done way worse than him to get here. The bitch shouldn't be such a hypocrite. Who the fuck is she to judge him. He's THE fucking ORGINAL DICK! The Man! The First Fucking Man! When he died he went to heaven! Not her! Bitch has to lower her standar— MY HALO!? He practically bolted up from his crouching position in the dark alleyway. —Which is now clean— Thank fuck it was starting to smell worse than what it already was. She was walking around the market square, saying hi to everyone and being friendly. Asking if anyone needs anything and getting a few things for free. Whore! What did you do to get these things? ((Delusional ass man!)) She needs to only do those things with her husband or boyfri— ‘wait . . .  Are you even single? You fucking better be!’

            Doesn't Matter. If she does, they'll be dead as soon as he finds out who they are, and if she doesn't . . . Well it'll just make his afterlife easier.

            He watches. Watched her shop. He watched her conversate. He. Watched. Her!

            He Follows her. Using alleyways to keep up with his imp. While she walked the main streets. Going into different shops and stores until she finally calls it quits and heads home. She'd stretch and yawn, a cute little noise that had Adam keening behind a red brick building.

            He’d watch her walk down different streets. Twist and turns that damn near disoriented him until she turns down a street that wasn't connected to any alleyways . Now forced to spread his black and red feathered wings and cross flying across the street to keep up with her silently. He followed her through darkness and shadows. His hands itched, twitching to touch her. To kiss her, lick her, worship her. To pull her into a dark corner and give her the best dicking of her fucking life— and since he was a . . . Ew . . . Demon, he might as well live up to the damn name.

Adam watched as she climbed a flight of metal stairs, bags in hand. ‘She better not have a boyfriend— Because what type of fucking dipship let's her carry all of these bags by herself. I can already tell I'm a better man for her, especially if it's a scrawny ass demon’. Adam watched her, realizing she had to climb 3, flights of metal fucking stair. Watching her closely to make sure she didn't fall —and to figure out which window is her apartment—. He watched as she had climbed into an unlocked window, and then shut it right behind her.

*Okay! The 3rd floor. The 3rd to last window on the right side of the building, remember to go in through the back alley.* Adam would note this down in his sick little brain, watching as the light of her —what he assumes is her living room turns on. Probably putting away groceries and stuff.

Adam waits until the blazing star of heaven dims down and it becomes dark as the star of purgatory takes over. He'd stand there, palms itching and sweating in desperation. Each twitch made him more impatient than the last. Adam waited . . . For a long time . . . Waiting for her living room light to turn off, so he can sneak in and . . . And . . . Well— he doesn't know what he'll do. He just wants to be close to her, to watch her close, to be up close to her, to be in her.

In his indecisive mind, he looks up to notice your living room light is finally off. ‘Fuckin’ Finally.’ He'd think to himself. Adam would outstretch his large wings, black and red, big and intimidating. Barely able to fit in the somewhat spacious alley way. He'd boost himself up into your metal platform checking if your window was still unlocked. Adam had never seen you lock it back. He would gently curve his claws under the window notch. Trying to pull the creaking window as slow as possible. His black and gold eyes widening and hope as it gave way and slid up the rusty brackets. Stopping, jerking, and jagging with each big lump of rust or dented side edge of the damn near falling apart bracket.

‘This Rinky Dink ass fucking window.’

            Even being opened all the way, for Adams' stature the window looked like it would definitely be a tight squeeze. He'd sigh in frustration, throwing his guitar in first and then letting his wings take their original position underneath his big arms. Attempting to squeeze his thick ass through the opening. ‘FFFFuck!?’ . . . He's stuck. He's fucking stuck! He let out an audible snort as he mind zoomed past a certain instance he remembered. Adam had to wiggle himself a bit through the old rotten wood that groaned underneath his weight and the already dented window brackets. Plopping through and falling onto the ashy ebony wood floor. A hushed pained curse spilling past his lips. Adam would stand up and look around the small apartment, the ceiling just barely tall enough to accompany his towering height. He looked around, her living room was messy, but an organized type messy. The small space is decorated in black,red and her (F/C). Her favorite hell bands posted on a few of the walls and . . . His Ex’s tour flier hanging off of the fridge with a scratches *Thing?* Magnet. Her open chicken smells like freshly made food that is definitely more than gone now.

Adam sneakily walks around her apartment. Listening in for any little sound. He can hear the water running ‘She's in the show, Good. I can look around a little more and not be as silent. This “Tip toe through the window" Shit, ain't for me’. He walked around looking at pictures. Picking up small articles of clothing, watched as the small shorts she was wearing barely cascading over his hand, then something caught his golden gazing. The small blood red thongs chilling on the floor between the couch and the coffee table and the black peeling couch. Adam instantly tossed the shorts to the side, like they were on fire. He walked towards the area and bent to one knee, picking up the panties like they were the most delicate piece of silk he had ever grasped in his palms. The ex-angel held them up to the light like he was checking for fake money. Both his clawed index fingers spread them apart so he can look at the garment more closely. Studying it.

The delicate piece of cloth was an allure long blood red. The lace pattern intricate. Little red roses and red skulls laced into the fabric. A gold blush stretched across his face, breath hitching and heartbeat accelerating. He gripped the fabric in a death grip, he instantly pressed the panties to his face. Inhaling her scent. Blazing eyes rolling to the back of his head as they burn and glow bright in the dark area.

A deep feral growl left his lips as he can feel his horns grow and curl out of his skull. His tail whipped around excitedly. Adam can feel his shaft in his pants grow to life. Shoulders shuddering in need. Eyes crossing together in euphoria until his tail accidentally knocked a glass off of the coffee table. He had jolted back in surprise. ‘Fuck! What the fuck?! Stupid fuckin’ glass cup!’ Adam was about to go back about his business until he heard the shower abruptly turn off, a panicked voice shouting through the apartment— “Hello?! Anyone there?!" Gooood!~ that voice. It sounds even better up close. His wings would twitch open as he starts to ascend to the ceiling silently, laying in it. Hiding up there as he watched the bathroom door open, stream and dog billowing out of the hot, condensed room. "Hello?”

She'd walk around the dark living room —that was somewhat being illuminated by the bathroom light— looking around with irritation. “I better not be getting robbed again." She'd look around seeing the cause of the noise. A broken glass. Damn did she leave it on the edge? Hell no she didn't! What the fuck is going on. She remembered putting that fucking cup in the middle of the coffee table —Because she's already clumsy herself—. Maybe an explosion? No she would have heard it! Maybe a big demon walking past the building . . . No! She would have fucking heard it?! She looked around angrily. Some one must be fucking with her. Maybe her neighbor —They have their ragers sometimes—? She checked her coat closet, under her couch, and that's when she caught it. Her window to the landing is opened and a black feather is sitting on the floor right in front of it. She'd walk over in just a towel, her thick body swaying in the short cotton. Plucking the feather from its position and looking at it wearily.

This feather looks very familiar to her. She just couldn't put her mind to it right now. While she tried to wrap her brain around why there was a feather in her living room, Adam would stare at her from the ceiling, burning lustful golden pits of possession. Gold that she hasn't noticed shining down on her. The somewhat bright light followed her every movement. The light seemingly invisible Custody of the bathroom light over-glowing it. The small imp below him shrugs her shoulders. ‘Well whoever was here clearly left.’ She walks towards the open window looking out of it finding a few extra feathers on the metal landing, a tired huff leaving her lips. Moving back she shuts the window angrily, a loud almost painful screeching snapping noise echoed through the seemingly empty apartment. She pulled the latch closed, locking the now broken window. “Damnit! I shouldn't have done that, now I gotta go through the lobby!"

Groaning in anger she walks back to the bathroom, shutting off the light and then going towards her room, slamming the door. Everything is ruined! Her peace! Her relaxing shower! And now her self respect and sense of security is gone. Maybe she'll talk to the landlord about the window tomorrow.

Adam would sigh in contempt. Slowly gravitating himself to the ground, panties still in hand. ‘Maybe it's time to leave. Can't get caught now!’ He quietly leaves out of the front door, —locking the bottom lock— closing the —thankfully quiet— door, creeping down the hallway in haste. Moving through the lobby the bellman and manager at the front desk not even giving him a second thought. Stolen panties still warm from his crushing grip, cooling in his jean pockets as he makes his way back to his original post. Aka: the alley by the market. Meanwhile the imp would come out of her room to clean up a little. Taking her clothes that she had stripped out of as soon as she got home, she stopped in her tracks. Noticing something . . . ‘Where the hell are my panties?’ she'd think to herself as dread filled her small body. Whoever was in her apartment stole her fucking panties!!!

~✨~✨~✨~✨~Next day afternoon~✨~✨~✨~✨~

Adam had decided to fly around hell a little to distance himself. Those panties he had stolen were more than ruined by now, they were fucking soiled beyond repair! He told himself when he got to the alley he'd ‘Savoir’ them . . . He Ended up fucking up into them until heaven rose. Licking, sucking, smelling, and fisting his huge thick bulging shaft with the tiny pair of fabric. Shamelessly spreading his load into them at least 10 times. Soaking through them and his hand.

Adam took a big stroll around the rings, almost getting net captured in wrath. He'd look down at all of these little imps with disgust, rushing down with his wings tucked and taking the heads off of all of them with his chipped axe. He'd grab the now dead imps and their heads in 2 trips tossing their bodies in the already polluted lake, Which he's pretty sure wouldn't mind adding new victims to its already high body count. Black blood camouflaging into his black robes. Great! He left his spot to give his dick a break before he created a dry fire with it. The blood from the imps soaked through his robes, so when he pulled the pair of panties out of his pocket they were splotched with the blood. He sucked his teeth in irritation. Adam will sadly have to throw away the pair. He doesn't wanna wash them, it'll get rid of her scent. But if he doesn't he'll be yanking his dick with gross imp blood. Plus . . . They're all crusted over anyways. No matter how much he would have washed them, those stains were never getting out.

By the time Adam got back to the alley, the moon was slowly peaking over the rings. The markets were starting to crowd now and he'd stay in the darkness. Tail whipping lazily, he’d sit on a black crate one of the other demons had given him as a silent thank you for killing that other guy yesterday. Guess he was a fucking asshole to everyone else as well! He'd sit legs spread on it, tuning his guitar as he watched demons of all shapes, sizes, and colors shop, as he did the day before. He'd slowly start to strum on the alley, adding to the surprisingly clear atmosphere. Looking around with a bored expression on his face. That's when his gold eyes locked onto hers. That cute little face had his tail swishing excitedly. That's until it's slowed to a slow wave at noticing something— a feather —His feather, as dark as night in-between her trembling fingers. His feather that he watches her lift up and compare to his others, a terrified expression blooming over her face. Adams' tail had completely stopped now, pointed in anxiety. ‘What the fuck?! How did she get that!!! Did I leave it at her apartment or something!!!!?’ his mouth was agaped, gold fangs shining in the moon as he stood up so fast the crate knocked over, He had taken a step to say something, anything! Until you dropped the feather and went sprinting down the market street. He follows after her, throws NG his axe on his back by the straps and hauls ass after her. No one seemed to care, no one turned their head. Guess this was normal, a gigantic demon running after a punt imp in desperation. This shit will never seem normal to him.

For someone so small, they sure can run fast as shit! But then again he wasn't using his full speed, he was more interested in where she was trying to go. He'd watched as she'd turned into a back alley. Oh! He shamelessly knows this route, even if he only followed it once. She's going home! Good! He needs to talk to her to clear things up. Adam would watch as she struggled to climb her ladder to her apartment to try and pry the living room window open realizing too late she had broken the day before, Adam flies up and then swoops down to scoop her up into his big arms. Holding her tight as she screams and kicks for him to let her go. “Drop me! Put me down! you fuck face!!”

He held her a little tighter “Hey! Calm Down! Augh— You fucker! Stop!" His wings faltered slightly as she was able to kick one of them. "Stop! I'm not trying to hurt you! Stop being dramatic!” when she calmed down aka: tired herself out, fat plump chest sweating and huffy in her shirt. Adam would look into his arms in impatience, the blazing gold in his eyes swimming with love and devotion l. Alongside something much . . . Much darker. He would simply unravel one of his arms, lightly gliding down to the metal platform where the window was, racking his claws underneath the sill and ripping it open. The window, damaging it completely now.

Adam would huff in annoyance tossing her into her apartment through the window. She'd stagger up, scrambling to her feet as she tries to run to the front door, only able to grab the handle before she's shriek and jump back as a gold and blackened damaged axe/guitar thing was thrown and Embedded into the ebony wood door and door frame, professionally locking her in. She'd fall straight to her ass . . . Again— turning around to see Adams arm still up from throwing the axe. Eyes narrowed at her as a growl emitted from his throat. He'd squeeze himself through the window, a little easier now. His body when straightening up correctly blocked the window allowing barely any light to peek through shadowing Adam in an almost demonic glow of red from the streets, his eyes the only provided light source at the moment. Dangerous . . . Waiting. He'd take a step forward, one pace that had her wanting to fuse into the wooded door.

“S-Stay away, You fucking weirdo!"

"Language Halo, just listen to what I have to say.”

"THATS NOT MY NAME! I HAVE A NAME!”

"I Don't care what your FUCKING name is, shut the fuck up and hear me out!”

“Oh Fuck Off! You're the one that broke into my apartment yesterday! Weren't yo—AWK!?"

Adam had crossed the room in 3 big strides grabbing her roughly by the neck. Keeping her afloat a couple of feet off of the ground.

"Shut your fucking mouth and let me talk! Okay!Yes! Fucking yes, I was in your apartment yesterday. So fucking what! You're the dumb bitch who left the window unlocked. You should be grateful and lucky that it was ME who came through your window instead of some other fuckface! So yes! I came through your shit, and made you aware enough to shut and lock your damn window. You should be thanking me.” He'd spit out the last sentence with fire, eyes visibly sizzling in the dim room.

"T-Thanking you?! Are you fucking serious right now! Are you joking?! Are you fucking psycho! Leave my fucking apartment now before I fuck you up!”

She was struggling in his grip, getting her thighs and tail wrapping around his arms tightly. Growling and hissing like a feral animal, small hands punching and scratching at his wrist, while Adam watched her with amusement as blood dripped down his arm from the angle he held her by. Gravity working its magic. He would look up at her, his smile becoming crooked as it stretched to a full blown smirk. His new Eve is feral. He likes that . . . He likes that a fucking lot.

Adam coo’d at her, which eventually set her off more. Why isn't he hurting, she was putting her all into her ‘Attack’ and he fucking COO’D at her— like she wasn't trying to tear his face apart. Like she was a cute with no teeth, hissing at him and all —All that fucking attitude and for what—.

“You act like the cats Eve and I used to raise. So feisty . . . So weak. My perfect little Eden.” Wha—?! Who the fuck is Ev— ohh~ fucking Satan— is this . . . ADAM?! Her eyes widened as all efforts to attack him abruptly stopped, she stared into his mask as her tail whipped in fear.

He'd lower his arm a little as he felt the blood soak into his black robes. He'd bring her closer to his chest, other large hand wrapping around her thigh, smoothing it as he continues to talk to her like she's fucking incompetent.

“Awe - poor baby. It's okay no need to be hostile. ‘m gonna take good care of you. Don't need to be bitchy. Just need a lil’ something to calm you down babe."

"Don't touch me you fucking creep, get your filthy hands off of me.”

He'd release his grip on her thigh, walking over to her couch to place her down on it. “You move, I Will hurt you. Stay. Put." Adam would grit his fangs at her as he completely let go of her neck walking toward her open window, closing it harder than she had the other day. The wood splintering under his grip, the wooden sill, the metal bracket, and the bent metal rod keeping it stable completely breaking and the glass window cracking. Noooow~ the window is completely broken beyond repair. Can't be opened — can't be closed. No one is getting in or out.

He'd turn back towards her, large body shadowing the light behind him like some type of bio-eclipse. Like a shadow of anger and betrayal.

"Such a pretty imp, my pretty little imp. All for me, all mine—" Adam would lean down right into her face, gripping her shoulders painfully, his grip more than possessive.

The small demon tried to pull away from his with a pained whimper her tail whipping to his at his hands until he just simply picked her up again, and tossed her back on the couch, chuckling to himself about how easy it is to throw her— making the imp below him tear up in helplessness. She even wrapped her tail around herself in an illusion of protection.

“Don't cry babe, ‘m not going to hurt you— Physically.” she cringed at his statement, trying to bury herself deeper into the couch. "Leave me alone!” Adam attempted to wipe some stray tears away that had fallen down her cheeks and she turned her head sharply away from him, and he grabbed her face —Hard, turning her towards him. Adam instead just licks them away, gross split tongue and cold piercing slicking across her face. The imps back shuttered in disgust as she gave him a cold side eye. "There— that's better.” "You're fucking disgusting!”

Adams' eye twitched in irritation as he gripped her face a little harder, probably bruising it. "Didn't I tell ya to watch that filthy fuckin’ mouth. That's okay I'll embed that rule into your brain before heaven rises over this miserable spec of trash.” The angel backs up away from her and walks towards the kitchen, and she takes the time to look around the living room for a way to escape, anyway at this point! She looks back up and throws herself back to the corner of the couch as he walks back towards her. Those eyes swimming with something unreadable. "My angel, you shouldn't be here, I don't judge God and his ways, ever! But he made a mistake sending you here, I've read your file.” He handed her a glass of water that was in his comically large hand. "Youre gonna need it halo.”

“What the hell are you yapping about?!” She was confused, scared— Overstimulated! What file was he talking about? " You're not supposed to be here, gem. You're supposed to be up there! With me! Safe up in my penthouse, not having to worry about anything. If I were still alive, all you'd have to do is just give me strong healthy babies." What the fuck is this man talking about? Penthouse? Babies? This man has been living all over the place

She tried to move back some more on the couch but couldn't —as he got on the couch, on top of her— already pushed deep into the corner of the couch. A comical scene from afar. This behemoth of a demon leaning on this imps couch on top of her. Meaty hands gripping, touching, and caressing her thighs. Opening them as her breath hitches, trying to shut her thighs. Adam only growls, ripping them back open —wider—. "Keep them open baby.” He'd keep her legs wide, straining her even more. Looking at the middle of her shorts, an over stretched grin plastered across his mask. "Fuck’n slut, wore these shorts just for me, baby.” His grip gets tighter, possessive. " Or are you just wearing these for the highest bidder?” *CRACK* Adams head whipped to the harshly, the imp in front of him, face a darker shade of crimson in embarrassment and her eyes were wide and feral. Her tiny red hand trembling in fear and in pain from colliding with his mask, some of the LEDs flashing bright and some of the micro bulbs going dark. For someone so small she had a lot of force in her hand. A look of pure shock was instantly replaced with a prideful grin. He looked right into her eyes, her expression angry and shocked, hand still in the air stinging painfully as her eyes trailed to it. She was more shocked than he was.

“So we're hitting now?" He straightened his back up stupid smirk on his face and brows arched.

"N-No I didn't mean too!”

“Don't worry about it my little halo, I'll be knocking your womb lopsided in a minute." Adam gave her a lazy grin, his tail whipped and wrapped around her waist. He'd lift her up, moving back to the other side of the couch, laying on his back, placing her on his chest as he began to unbutton her shorts. Slow— like he was approaching an animal. First the zipper, slow and steady. And then the button, teasing it. Flicking the copper knob in his sharp, clawed fingers. Finally popping it open, his golden orbs piercing into her panicked one.

" Wait! Wait! Stop! What the fuck are you doing?!” She'd grab at his wrist, the position already had her stammering. Now this! If this is some sick joke?! It's not fucking funny!

"Shut up women! Lemme enjoy this, I promise I'll make it feel good for you, Ya’ just have to be good for me, babe.”

The red imp cringed as she felt him force her shorts off of her thick thighs, his eyes never left her. Until he looked down and stared straight at the lace pair of underwear she was wearing. Almost slobbering as he could fully see her plump slut through the pace garment. Adams clawed thumb ran through the indent of her slit and up towards her clit, pressing on the indent of it as she whined in protest. " So fuck’n perfect, just for me baby.” The fallen Angel had whispered to himself delusionally as his other thumb reached over both hooking to the sides of her folds through the panties spreading them open. Adam pushed her forward up on his chest, till she was basically sitting on his collarbone. He'd move his head forward, getting close to her lips until she slammed her thighs shut, Adam would roll his eyes as he'd let out a frustrated growl, done with talking to her as he just ripped them open. He hooked his finger in the side of the lace and moved them to the side, struggling from how chubby her pretty red lips were. She'd jump at the sudden action grabbing at the mask— “Wait! Wait— stop!" Before she could get it out, he'd lift his mask past his lips and engulf both lips with a hungry groan, tongue immediately lapping at her slit and then pushing inside of the sweltering heated hole. Long, pierced dragon like tongue, pushing in till the hilt, a gasping shocked moan leaving her gaping mouth in surprise.

With the heat, and wiggling body on top of him Adam started to sweat, moaning at her sweet musky taste. One of his hands removed itself from her thighs and onto his LED mask, grabbing it tight and throwing it into some random corner in the room, the LEDs bulbs instantly breaking and the screen cracking even more as it finally flickered, shut down, and went black. His gold eyes narrowed in set aflamed a gold hue as he purposely made a lot of noise just to see her face darken in embarrassment. She'd grab at his curly hair, not knowing if she wants to push him out or pull him in deeper.

“S-S-STOOOO~" her voice was slightly slurring as Adam sloppily ate her out as his saliva and spit trail down her slit and gathered messily at her panties. The Dark angel let out a gargled,muffled chuckle; bright eyes staring at her expression. Eyes glowing brighter in need and desperation. He'd pull off her pussy with a wet pop, tongue pulling out with a wet shlick. Both trembling and shuddering in pleasure— "H-Heh! Come on baby, you can't even make up your mind. Y‘want me to eat it or not?” She was about to open her mouth to shout something at the angel— until he stuck his tongue back in and rolled his tongue the right way, right into her spot. The spot that had her jolting up, doubling over and drooling on his cheeks, the thick moisture dripping from the corner of her mouth. Adam pulled off of her again with a dazed smirk. Watching her pussy drip with his saliva and her grool, watching it twitch from the sudden emptiness. " Ha! Was that too much baby? Can't take— HMPH?!” she has grabbed him by the back of his curls, pulling him back into her quivering snatch, a small shattering shriek tearing through her vocal cords— Because Adam didn't question it as soon as his tongue was back in her he went crazy, wiggling his wet tongue in every nook and cranny, piercing hooking and snagging at her spot so well it had her throwing her head back. Adam was eating it sloppy like a man who hasn't eaten in days, eating like a starved man. Moaning into her pussy which sent a vibrating purr straight into her throbbing button. Adam purposely making it dirty, making it nasty, filthy and slopping. Spitting and drooling all over her snatch.

With a thrown back head and crossed eyes the imp felt her muscles spasm and throb, she knows she's close and that scares her as she grips Adam's hair tighter, almost shaking him as she trembles. She could practically feel this man sucking her soul out through her hole, thighs spreading out just to clamp around his head, bucking her hips into his face as she tried to chase her high. Adam chuckle was muffled as he started making audible sucking and slurping noises. He would pop his tongue out —Which would cause her body to relax and a tired whimper to leave her mouth—. “W-Why’d—" Adam ripped her panties off of her hips, completely leaving her bottomless, A deep rumble leaving his chest as his black tongue sneakily trail down to her other twitching hole, which caused the imp to jump and almost scurry back, he'd force his big clawed hands on her waist. Again she tried to protest— and again she was cut off as his thick arms pried her thighs open even wider. The long thick tongue prided and probed at the twitching and puckering hole. His piercing catching at the ring, the feeling of the cold piercing hooking at the ring of her ass had her whining uncomfortably.

"Quiet halo! Let me take care of you. Gotta prepare this hole, okay?” He would pull himself back, spreading her pussy open with his thumbs again, staring at the inside of the twitching red hole in awe. "She's so fuck’n pretty. I don't wanna ruin her, yet.” He dips his finger tip in as she grabs at his wrist in fear. "Stop babe, I'm impatient too, but if I push it in now— you'll rip and tear . . . Unless you're into that.” Adam would look up at her dangerously. Intense gold that made a shiver go down her spine. She'd shake her head nervously. He'd smirk at her, thick thumb slowly swirling around her swollen clit. —This fucker is completely fucking delusional!— ‘Not only is he delusional— he ruined my orgasm!!’ While he was distracted by dipping his fingers in and out of her slit she looked around. ‘Gotta get out before things escalate! . . . The absolutely FUCKED window? Nope. Her bedroom? NO! The door is closed and has a 50/50 chance of not opening. Very unreliable; she told the landlord to fix it repeatedly. It's been 3 weeks! And still nothing. The front door door!’ She turned her neck to look behind her. ‘Oh right . . . . That. Fuck. Ass. Axe! Son of a— Holy SHIT!?’

As she was looking around she accidentally looked down. ‘He’s FUCKING Huge!’ her face paled, basically turning 4 shades paler. He wasn't wrong, he'd tear her apart. The throbbing bulge was basically fighting against the zipper and the coarse Jean material. She could even see it move in earnest as she felt a beautiful did her own arousal dripping out of her and onto Adams pulsing neck. A deep rumbling groan like laugh slipping from his lips.

The angel realized something, ‘it's too quiet.’ he'd look up at her finally, pulling his wet thumbs from her leaking fat slit the corrupted angel flapped his folded dark wings in annoyance, one broad arm wrapping around her waist and sticky fingers grabbing at her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Eyes in me babe, I'ma selfish man”. The smile he had given her was much more dangerous than the last. It was somehow . . . More— sharper.

Possessive

Obsessive

“Can we s-stop now, please! We don't have to do this! We can just talk.”

"We can talk after we're done, I need you, now."

He had sat up, moving her down into his lap and gripping her by the thighs, he stood up with her in his arms and unceremoniously dropped onto the black wood of her apartment, When he stood at his full height of 8 ft black chipped Halo knocking up against the ceiling.

“Halo- I need your mouth, please babe!". Adam would pull at the metal buckle on his belt and button. His ripped black jeans, and she started backing away from him in fear and shaking her head. “Plea—". “Stop - the faster you comply, the faster we get this over with. I'm just as excited as you to have our baby".

"Our what?! Are you crazy?! That's not even possible!”

"It's not possible, or did THEY tell you it's not possible.”

"I— wha-what?”

“In heaven — it doesn't matter if you were heaven-born or an angel from earth whose time was past tense, we can get each other pregnant. So since I'm . . . An abomination —No Offense— maybe it's possible since you are not a hell-born either." He had dropped his pants, heavy cock and balls slapping on his thick thighs with a loud plap. She tried to move back but that only resulted in him bending down and grabbing her by the hair lifting her so she was standing on her knees. And his other ringed hand, he grabbed the base of his cock. Slapping the sticky tip on her lips.

A look of disgust crosses her face as she can feel the thick strands of pre-crum break and pop onto her face"How do you think Lucifer's little brat was conceived?”. She looked up at Adam with a flare and she received a condescending laugh and more pops to her lips with his tip. They trembled as she could feel her jaw lock up just by looking at it. Large, long, wide, throbbing . . . Angry.

Impatient.

The monster in front of her dangled dangerously as he let go of it. Letting it hit his thighs with a soft muffled thud. She watched it twitch angrily in front of her, her eyes practically shrinking into her head. She looked up at him and he looked down at her with a smug grin. "Impressive right!" He picked it up again, rubbing the wet tip across her cheeks, spreading precum across her face. “So pretty like this, Open ya mouth sweetheart. Oh! And relax ya throat." She kept her jaw clenched which made Adam groan in annoyance. "Open your fucking mouth or I'll force it open for ya.” Her glare only hardened, His smile and eyes only seemed to get brighter if possible. Adam ‘LOOOOOVES’ himself brat. Hell! He's trained an entire army of brats and wannabes. Adam let out an irritated huff and rolled his eyes, he'd lift her by the hair higher while she winched painfully and clawed at his wrist. “Fine, have it your way." His hand would drop his cock yet again and grab her face by the cheeks, squeezing them in his clawed hands adding more and more pressure as the seconds passed. “Open! OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! Goooood~ Good girl, nice and wide so I can squeeze in.” All that resistance was in vain, because as soon as his claws dug into her red face, her lips widening in a whimper. Her small hands going towards his, holding at the wrist trying to force him to ease up a little as tried to force his tip deeper into her mouth. He did ease up enough to make sure she was back to sitting on her knees instead of standing on them.

“Be good and I won't choke you to death on it. Now~ slow and steady baby. Lemme ease it in halo." Adam would let go of her cheeks and grab onto his base YET again, easing the tip slowly in and out of her mouth, slowly easing in inch after inch in each thrust, about 7 inches were in when she gagged, making him roll his eyes to the back of his head. "God~ you are so fucking dramatic and I love it babe. But it's getting annoying, honestly. You can take it! Stop bitchin’ already.” He'd gotten about 3 more inches in her throat when he heard her give a sharp gag that cut off when he forced her throat open with his tip and hand on the back of her neck positioning her head up. Ignoring her gagging, having a silent celebration as half of his thick girth was lodged down her throat. 11 inches were twitching erratically against her throat walls one hand holding the back of her throat steadily while his other held his base. "That's a good girl halo, you got 4 more to go, stick out your tongue . . . Goooood~ gir-Rrll. F-F-Fuuuck~." ‘what the fuck?! 4 more!? I'm gonna die, make it stop!’ the large demon lazily rolled his neck and lulled his head back, body shuttering in as he pulled out, listening to her take in desperate breaths. Adam planted his feet and slowly pushed her back onto his cock. “Damn girl, your throat is soooo~ fuckin’ warm and perfect. Squeezing me in all the right places, c-can you feel that fat vein pulsing in your neck."

Adam pumped his hips into her face, slowly fucking her onto his base the imp was finally able to take him to his base, wet hand —from her saliva and thick spit bubbles— now in her messy hair, biting at his pierced lip as he listened to her gag and choke on his cock and her saliva that was bubbling out of her throat and a thick water fall of various liquid trailing down the valley of her breast and into her ruined shirt. "You're doing so good angel. Taking me in your throat so well, you're so warm, baby. So natural. So . . . PERFECT.” He'd let go of her hair and wrapped 2 ringed fingers around her face. “Use your hand for the rest." Adam abruptly thrust his hips forward making her spew out a thick glob of liquid and a wretched gag, choking on watery saliva and thick precum. She slapped at his hand on her face, fear flashing through her red eyes.

“Fucking shit, shut the fuck up! Keep that tongue out and you’ll be alright.” Adam had lightly patted her wet face, leaning down and spitting on her face. "Good bitch.” With a steady hand still on her neck, he forced the tiny imps head down on his cock as she panicked and instantly wrapped her hands around his girth, her knees bruising on the dark red couch of her apartment, which now smelled of precum and pheromones. Adams knees buckled as he starts to fuck up into her throat, leaning over her head body as his broad arms hug around her head.

The Gagging turned into Choking.

The Choking turned into Whimpering.

The Whimpering turned into desperate muffled pleas as tears streaked down her cheeks.

"I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING TONGUE OUT. Maybe if you'd listen, you'd figure out I'm trying to help you breathe better, dumbass.” Y/n let out a disgruntled noise. Desperate at this point, she'd try to move her tongue from his thick pulsating, and thrusting girth. She'd finally free her tongue from being pinned down, slipping it past her lips as she immediately felt her airway opening up. Able to finally take in little breaths of air through her nose. "Seeee~ little halo~ see what happens when you listen to me. Good girllll~ my pretty little slut. Here take some more, I know you can.” His grip around her head tightened as he tried to force her to take more. About 3 more inches were able to slip past her lips and down her gullet. A flash of panic would flash across her face. Feeling water bile sneakily climbs up her throat. Definitely not able to breathe now. She tried to look up at him, but she couldn't see past his stomach. So she'd try to resort to slapping at his thighs.

"Calm down baby, keep breathing through your nose, ain't gonna choke you to death. No matter how hot that sounds." Adam would whisper that part to himself, golden eyes lidded, words kinda slurred like he was in a drunken haze. He loved the sounds of her clumsily and sloppily sucking on his thickened girth, making a sticky mess, gross mess all over her strained face. The demon's throat was overstuffed and her lungs felt like they were on fire. She desperately used both hands to grip around his base, stroking at what she couldn't reach, hoping the extra friction could make him cum faster, and in fear he'd force her to suck what she couldn't reach with her lips.

The imp could feel he was close. Shit! She knew he was close from how his shaft twitched and pulsed against her lung, and also how his thick legs widened as he planted his feet. His balls twitch against her slobbering wet chin and drip down his sack. She. Can feel the girth twitch down her throat more aggressively now. The thick angry vein pulsing against her gooey pliant esophagus. “Mnnn~ fuckin’ slut, keep that throat open, I'm close babe! Fuuuuck~ don't choke baby, don't fuckin’ choke on me! You're almost done babe." Adam released his arms around her head and roughly thread his thick fingers through her hair, as his other head gripped the back of her throat. She couldn't react fast enough as his hips thrust forward and his hands pushed her up against his pelvis. Her plush lips smoothing against the wild curls of his pubic hair with a disgustingly wet plap. On instinct she gagged and nearly threw up, trying to scream, trying to whimper a plea, but all that came out was a gargling mess of noises as he proceeded to fuck her throat.

"Babe! I'm sorry! But I need this so fuck’n bad, good out a little while l-lo—Mmhgn!~ fuckin’ shit! Longer, promise it won't last long! Lemme fuck ya pretty little face, halo.” Adam fucked up into her face with blinded lust. Listening as she gawked and slurped. She can't fucking breathe, she feels like she's gonna die . . . Again!? Throat burning, eyes watering, a headache is forming and her heart is painfully hammering against her ribs.

GAWK! GAWK! GAWK!

That horrible squelching, gagging noise that her throat was producing was making her nervous.

It was disgusting. The noise she was making made her audibly sick and made her gag. Which honestly made it sound worse. Not only was she getting sick from the noises she was making, but from her head being forcibly pushed and pulled every which way. Fuck! She felt like she was getting whiplash. Throat clogging with thick hot precum, thin hot saliva, and curly strands of pubic hair. Her black eyes wide in panic, trying to plead with him. Wanting to tell and scream at him to stop or at least slow down. “Fuck! What did I tell you about complaining!? Mmmn~ so close honey. So~ Ahn!~ fucking t-tight, warm throat. I-I’m gonna fucking nut buckets! Down that pretty ass throat!"

Vile wet shlucking noises echo'd through the empty dark livingroom. Her knees are starting to hurt, she swears she could feel them bruise. Each pull back is lurching her body back and knocking her saliva slickened slit against her heel. She let out a panicked, muffled choke like a moan when Adam stepped forwards now completely above her, bending her neck back in an uncomfortable angle. Fucking right into her face, planting her to the ground and heel forced to pressure against her clit.

The rapid face fucking and forced heel grinding has her nauseous and crying in pain. "Halo, almost there . . . Fuck, almost - fuck - Holy Fuck! Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck!” His pretty gold eyes rolled to the back of his head, words starting to slur. His pierced base started to bob and throb as rope after rope of disgustingly thick and hot fertile nut hit the back of her throat and sludge down to her queezing stomach. Forced to swallow it— as to not drown in it as some of the nut forced its way up and almost out of her nose, unable to swallow anymore. His Nut sludge was too thick and too much to continue ingesting, the imp could feel her stomach bulging from it.

It's like an endless, raging stream of cum as her cheeks puff out and some of it sprays from the sides of them. Even a spew of thick white rope trailer out of her nose. Completely covering her upper half, thighs, and lower face covered in copious amounts of fertile baby batter, with a groan of protest Adam reluctantly pulled out his cock from her squeezing esophagus, coughing up the rest in her mouth, the mess adding to her thighs. The rest of his white creamy spunk splattering thick gooey rope after rope across her face drenched face. The Fallen Angel in front of her looked down at her with a sneer, before clicking his tongue, and slapping his slimy girth on her face with a cruel chuckle.

“Heh, you look good in white, sinner. A perfect shade on you. But, you look like a filthy mutt." The imp below him had given him a sideways glare as she massaged her neck while panting hoarsely. She felt as though her fucking throat had shredded itself to pieces to fit his cock inside of it. She’d lift her small trembling hand up “W-what did you jus—" Adam had gripped her wrist hard, and yanked her up, basically dragging her to her bedroom, — a trail of disgusting sludge leading behind them — kicking her bedroom door open so hard, it left a hole in her wall when the brass knob slammed into the painted dry wall. Adam would toss her onto the bed by her spraining, now bruised wrist and she'd land on the mattress back and ass first with a pained whimper.

“Stay right there! I'll be right back, babe.” Adam left the room in a huff. The imp sat up on her elbows, looking around for an exit. oh shit the window in her bedroom . . . thaaaaaat~ doesn’t have a fire escape . . . fuck!~ what if she jumps? she may have a couple of bruises . . . hmm~ whats the consequences of jumping out of a 3 story window? she got up and crawled over to her window, ripping the curtains open trying to pry the broken wood and rusted metal apart, the glass already cracked from a drunk asshole angrily chucking a half empty beer at it.

            She stood on the bed on her tippy toes to unlock the latch on the window. Dropping back down to her knees as she curves her claws under the rotted wooded sill,attempting to yank and bull it up with momentum. The imp would continue to push and pull up at the window until it started to creak and give way. Her brain would start to celebrate when she finally got the window to open about half way when a thick veined hand — Claws rotting in black, veins cracked gold— slapped against the window above her head, cracking it even more, and effortlessly shutting it. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’.” Right behind her . . . Right against her pointed ear.

•”WHAT?!”

•”Where did he—?!”

•”When did he get there?”

•”HOW THE HELL IS SOMEONE SO LARGE, YET QUIET!!!?”

            She'd yank herself back into his lap, she can feel his chest incline and decline against her back, reluctantly looking up. A cold chill ran down her spine as she looked at the demon's face.

            Dilated golden irises swimming in a pool of black, twisted black horns sprouting from his head that were cracked with gold, like marble. Barred fangs clenched as he slid his hand down the window, diamond sharp claws leaving scratched on the window and an ear piercing noise that had her winching in pain. She watched as his other hand slowly crept closer to her and tried to jump off of his lap but the hand that was creeping towards her slung across her waist pulling her back into his lap. now fully feeling his monster of what he wants to call a dick twitch against her ass. “what were you gonna do? huh?! you were gonna jump out of the fucking window butt-ass naked! even worse, possibly break your leg on impact! did your stupid little fucking brain even think this shit through.” she did . . . kinda- just not far enough. not in her panicked brain, when she knows she's about to be assaulted. The last thing she thought about was landing safely.

           Adam scoffed, removing his hand from the severely cracked window, muttering something about ‘inconsiderate women’. The renowned demon would yank her up and forward by his spiked tail towards the headboard, both her tiny hands trapped by his tail, placing her on her chest and knees. The clawed hand that hugged her waist loosened its hold and reclaimed it by holding her down by the back of her neck. forcing her back to painfully arch, and her plump lips spread in a whimper. “Fuuuuck~ just absolutely perfect. Look at all that ass, and Perfect. Fuckin’, Pussy.” Adam would release her neck and lean back, sitting on his knees as he spread her pussy open with his black sharp thumbs, and gave her plump twitching hole a big ole sloppy wet kiss.  Slurping and sucking it all over. Keeping her lips open as he decided to shove his split pierced tongue into her clenching snatch. Dipping and digging his tongue in her pussy, index finger circling around her judding, fat clit. The red button quivering and leaking all over his thick claw. Her fat slit dripping in iridescent saliva. 

            The imp gripped her (fF/C) sheets and moaned into the pillow. “please, asshole, s-stop . . . I~”

”Adam, say my name (Y/N), it’s yours now, baby”

           Wait . . . What? Adam!? As in . . . That one fucking bloodthirsty angel that was commiting genocides every year, ADAM!? That Adam . . . That. Fucking. Adam!

             Wait!— ‘How does he know my name?!’ In her panic riddled brain she tried to yank herself up and grip onto the headboard, all to be yanked back into position by Adam's tail. The imp tried to look up at him, straining her neck to look back at him, trying to question him through the loud, wet slurping noises. Adam let out a groan as she tried to babble out a question, taking his fingers out of her slit and pushing her face down into the pillow so he can enjoy her pretty hole thoroughly. His long tongue hitting and curling in places she didn't think existed or could be reached. the cold golden piercing scrapping and hooking against a spot that had her seeing stars. Her red plump thighs started to quiver on the bed, knees getting weak, muffled breathing in the warm pillow, and pussy walls strangling his invading thrusting tongue. Adam ripped his tongue out of her twitching hole with a loud pop ‘shit! got carried away. my little angel’s about to cum.’ a muffled whimper spilled from her lips and then signed in relief as her knees finally collapsed, body slumping over to her sides, huffing and puffing from exhaustion and oxygen depravity. “Fuck! been dreaming about eating this pussy for years.” a chuckle that had his body bobbing, throwing his hand back and making a loud impact across her ass.

              “Please, N-No more! I-I-I can’t—” a whimpering plea left her mouth.

            “Shhhh. You can. We've gotten this far. We're home stretch baby." He smiled at her, a genuine one flashing across his face. A smile which was supposed to give her comfort, only filling her with more dread. "Now come one sweet girl, back on your knees.” He tried to grab her waist, but she wiggled away which led him to sigh in frustration. " NO—”

            "You're right this isn't a proper position to have you in for what I'm about to do.”

            “H-Huh? What are you—?!" It feels like she's not making full sentences anymore with how this fuckface is man handling her. Adam had let go of her hands from his tail and flipped her over, and folded her legs over and above his shoulders, her knees touching her own. “There we go beautiful, exactly where I need you.” Finally able to now face him, her face washed over with a puzzled expression. Like what type of position was this? Then she recalled something he said to her earlier, a statement he made that gave her a shiver up her spine :safe up in my penthouse, having to worry about anything, just gotta give me strong healthy babies: Oh . . . SHIT! No, No, NO! NO! Her red face paled as she shook her head frantically. ‘T-This is MATING PRESS!!’

            “Gonna feel so much pressure soon. Deep breath baby.” This man is fucking delusional! He wasn't listening to a single thing she was saying, the heat from his tip caused her brain to stop pulsing, she could feel the girth against her slit . . . She didn't have to physically see it, his height alone proved that he would be fucking huge. “No! No! No! Please! Wait. It won't fit!! You'll tear me in half!" 

            Adam looked at her eyes in a daze as he looked at her pussy, gripping the base and making the tip run, down, and between her lips. He'd watch as his tip got even more stickier from rubbing on her slit. "It's enough” literally breathless he'd spit on her slit rubbing it in with his hot pulsing tip, his blood running straight towards it as the tip darkens in a nearly black hue. “So fuckin’ pretty . . . So perfect." He'd grip his cock in the area where his shaft and tip meets, squeezing and applying pressure to her hole as he tried to push himself in. Groaning when it slips to the side and slaps the inside of the imps' quivering thigh. Adam would grab at it again, slapping it against her clit a couple of times before positioning himself again. Trying to push in and —Yet again— it repelled him and made his tip curve up into her lips, bumping and nudging the underside of her clit, which caused her to gasp and her body shoot up.

" Shit! “

" P-Please Adam! It won't fit! I'm trying to tell you it—”

" You finally said my name, Gooood Girllll~ “

            There he goes back to his drunken state. He's like a broken light switch. Looking down at her with bright, crazed, lovesick eyes. Glowing down at her like 2 heated stars, lighting up a darkened universe. His other big meaty ((A/N: Claws)) hand wraps around one of her thighs, holding her steady and planting his knees. Steadying his breathing, his cock head pushed through her wet folds and he let out a shaken gasp as he was able to pierce through her opening and into her slobbering constricting hole. The small imp below him gripped onto his wrist that was squeezing her thigh, screaming and nearly losing her breath. The sucking pop that her hole made had her nauseous, nearly having her lungs tightening and breath coming out short. The demon didn't know if she wanted to scream in pain or breathe. Her scream was cut off as he finally bottomed out. Adam let a Shakey breath leave his nose. Shuttering in pleasure, finally satisfied to feel the warm tightening muff of his pretty little devil that he's been watching for years. (Y/N) was panting in pain, trying to protest but he pressed his lips against her nose. Trying to calm her down. Wiping away her tears and trying to tell her to breathe, but caught in his own pleasure his hips jolted, lightly knocking into her womb lightly, which practically had her shout out in protest against his lips. Had pushed her hair back, shushing her pleadingly against his lips.

            It didn't work, she clawed at his face, black blood leaking from the mark and down her wrist as they heal immediately. Adam chuckled, trailing his hand down to rub at her box and pearl in slow strokes. She pulled away from the kiss once her pained moans turned into silent panting. “It's okay Halo, you can take this dick. You're doing so well for me, just hold on a little longer for me, I know the girth is a little wide but I know you can take it.” Adam starts to move against the demon's hips, against her protest. Slow thrust at first, steady pace so she could adjust. Steady strokes of her swollen clit, thumb rubbing circles into it. Hips colliding into hers with soft plops. A broken exhale leaving his lips. “O-Oh~ Fuuck . . .  He - fuck - halo! You feel better — mmhn — than I fucking imagined. Hahh! Fuck! I love you! I fucking love you! Just perfect. Taking my cock so well baby." He looked down grinning at her full pussy, loving how it doesn't know if it wants to suck him or pulse him out.. " indecisive little pussy, she doesn't know if she wants me or not.”

            The Fallen Angel spits on her pussy again rubbing it in with a stupid smirk on his stupid fucking face, memorized with how pretty her fat red lips look when it's shining with his spit. Adam moved her thighs to the side, so he can bury himself in her neck without hurting her. Licking all over her throat to make it wet, giving it kisses. Cooing and spreading up his thrust, tilting up into his shoulders. “Nngh— baby I'm sorry — Haah — I can't take it! Too slow. Wanna fuck you through this mattress babe. Wanna fuck a baby in that empty tummy." 

“N-No! I-I-I don't want a baby!" 

“Shut up ~ heh ~ shut the f-fuuuhck up and ~ Nnhgg ~ Take it.”

            Adam gripped her by the windpipe, thumb pressing on the hole where the collarbone and throat meet. Rolling his hips back so far that only the tip remains, and ramming back in with a feral growl. The imps back arching and rising off of the bed, full chest hitting against her folded knees. Dark eyes watering and black tear cascading down the sides of her face, as she can feel the skin of her belly touching her thighs, plump lips trembling as a shaking cry leaves her throat.

“T-Too much . . . Can't—" 

“You :Thrust: Can :Thrust: and :Thrust: You :Thrust: Will!" 

“you're gonna fucking kill me!" 

            Adam hadn't said anything, just watched as his length disappeared and reappeared through her. Golden eyes watching her predatorily as he listens to his hips pump steadily against hers, thumb continuously circling at her taut button. He was having the time of his life, taking his time like he had forever ~ Which He Did ~ while she laid on her back gasping in pain, crying for him to stop. She was overstimulated and over stuffed. " S-Sto— help! Please.” She trembles under him one arm trying to grab at his fondling wrist, lips quivering out pleas. The Fallen Angel looked down at her, slowing his pace at a torturous speed (for himself). He'd unhook her arms and placed them around his neck after leaning down and spreading her legs around his waist.

            " I love your voice.” He'd whisper possessively against her cheek. " But I'm gonna have to momentarily gag you for a bit.” " Wha— mmh!?”

            Tired of her incessant whining, at first it was a little peck, a small innocent kiss, like safety . . . Until it wasn't. A thick dragon-like tongue — triple pierced down the center — slips between her dark crimson lips slowly wiggling the appendage down her struggling, jutting throat. Tongue wrapping around here. Warm golden piercings pressing against her cheeks, throat and tongue. Her small body withering in pain as he buried himself to the girl again, bubbling gag spilled from between his wiggling muscle. She was choking on his tongue in panic, gripping his face.

            Adams eyes rolled to the back of his skill as the taste of his new Eve and the feeling of her gripping around his shaft damn near had him busting a load then and there, his body twitched as he slouched over her, elbows underneath her nape and big hands holding her head up in support as he sucked on her tongue erotically. Groaning as his hips pump desperately against hers, aggressively bumping against her to the point the headboard slamming up against the now cracked wall. His heavily untrimmed bush brushed against her sensitive clit. Coarse, curly dark hair scratching up against it tortuously as he fucked her into the sheets. The noises in the room jumbled together into a filthy symphony, wet skin skin slapping up against each other, headboard hitting the wall, bed legs scratching up against the ebony wooden floors, and bed springs squeaking from how hard Adam was fucking into her. His large tail wrapping around both of their waist, to pull her in deeper if even possible. Moaning deep within Adams throat as his huge stomach pressed against the bulge in her tummy, His huge full balls smacked against her ass with enough force to send shockwaves through her thighs. 

            The demon's muffled scream of pain is followed with more fat tears leaking out of her red eyes, and her claws now gripping the sheets as she failed to hurt him, the red and bleeding lines on his cheeks healing in seconds. Adam looked down into her wide eyes, he watched as they slowly rolled to the back of her head the more he sucked on her tongue, stealing her breath away. She started slapping at his arms in panic, her eyes were beginning to turn hazy and glassy, her vision blurring around the edging as she looked at the ceiling continuously moving with his heavy hip movements.

            Just when her vision started to turn black, she gasped as Adam pulled back, she sucked in a huge breath, as he chuckled and grabbed her cheeks with his hand, after removing it from her head, applying pressure to the point her teeth separate and her mouth was kept wide open. “Pretty baby—" He hollowed his cheeks and spat a fat wad of spit into her mouth, and then pressed his tongue against hers. "Getting close Halo, getting so fucking close. Ya ready for my seed, my baby! Gonna knock ya up really nice.” She shook her head while choking on his spit, wet pleads leaving her lips as he buried himself into her neck, letting her head go as his hands go back to her thighs gripping them hard and lifting them till her knees touched her shoulders, lifting up on his knees he gritted his teeth and started to pound into her sensitive hole, his pubic hair rubbed up against her jutting clit at a face pace, Adam was fucking her so hard she could do nothing but babble and cry for him to slow down, to stop. Her body was pulled taut as her breath hitches, her orgasm washing over her so powerful that it had her seeing white and drooling, red eyes looking at the back of her skull all she squirts all over his abdomen.

            Adam released one of her thighs, using his big meaty hand to palm at her clit, spraying her juices every which way. “That's my girl, keep it going for me, I'm close babe. Gonna fill your greedy womb up with so much nut it'll be flooding out of your damn nose.” His hips stuttered against her, his other hand let go of her thighs as he picked her up by the neck, he sat flat on his ass and dropped her straight into his dick, the tip knocking up against her womb, almost piercing through it. A shattering groan left his mouth as a shuttering scream left hers, hot, thick ropes of gooey fertile cum pooled into her womb filling her to the brim as she cried into his shoulder. Adam only smiled and brushed her hair back, feeling her stomach bloat with his load, he smiled at her and kissed her sweaty hot forehead.

            He'd stay in this position for nearly 30 minutes, feeling her warmth across his body, enjoying as she sniffled in his shoulder, holding onto his waist for dear life. Adam was in bliss, this was everything to him.

Her.

Her scent.

Her voice.

The noise she makes.

Her attitude.

Everything about her was perfect.

         ~✨~✨~✨~✨~✨~✨~✨~✨~✨~

            Adam had placed her on her stomach a few minutes later, watching as his essence spilled out of her and down his thighs, some of the remnants left on his balls and the sloppy mess of his bush. In his brain she looked beautiful like this. Tired, fucked out, overstimulated. He smiled and brushed a darkened clawed hand against her waist, then he looked up at the window . . . And it seemed like a switch flicked as he looked at the damaged window— You tried to leave him again . . . Ev— Lili— Fuck! (Y/N)— Halo, Angel— you TRIED to fucking leave him . . .  AGAIN! His eyes dilated, pools of black swallowing the gold as he looked down at his half hard cock. ‘Punished . . . You need to be Punished. Need to learn that your place is here, not out there! With things that'll hurt you.’ His dark claws grabbed at the imps waist as she whined in exhaustion, confused as she felt him crawl on top of her, his wet tip pushing in-between her cheeks and straining against her second hole.

“W-wha? What are you doing? Please give me a break I can't take anymore." 

“Won't leave, Not allowed to leave, This is the only way you can prove to me that you're a good bitch." 

“P-Please I'll be good, I'll be good Adam please, I won't run away, I won't leave I promise." 

            He leaned down against her ear, eyes dark with anger. "That's what they said to me too.” She gagged out a whine that almost made Adam cringe, her voice too hoarse and screamed out to properly protest, and body too weak and destroyed to move, she could only grip the sheets as she chanted his name like a prayer, weakly begging him, trying to prove to him that she'll be good for him. Adam watched as his girth painfully stretched out her anal ring, black blood staining his shaft, as he slowly pulled back and pushed back in, fucking her ass to a steady beat in his head. She cried below him, asking him why was he doing this? And all he could do is grab a fist full of her hair and forcibly crane her neck up so she's looking at the cracked window in blurred eyes.

            “That's why. That's why I'm doing this, so you'll learn to never fucking leave my side. You're not Eve, You're not Lilith. You're someone completely fuckig Different l, and I'll be DAMNED if I let this opportunity slip from my hands!” He Slammed her head back down into the pillow fucking into her faster, hips rocking against her sore ass as he held her down, spitting on her back like a cheap whore until she tells him that she'll never leave, until she begs him to stop because she won't never attempt to run away again. Adam would bare his fangs and bite into her shoulder as he slammed into her ass a final time, spilling his seed into one more time before pulling out and jerking the rest of his spent load onto her back and ass, and some landing on his chest.

“You'll stay?" 

“Yes, Yes I will stay." 

“Promise me, Right fucking now or I'll use your throat for the rest of the night." 

“Y-Yes I promise— I promise I'll stay, and be good for you!" 

“A good Wife? A Good Mother”

"Yes." 

“Good girl, Halo. You need to understand I'm just protecting you, I need you to understand no one will ever love you like I will.”

Adam would kiss his imps pointed ears and throws his arm over her body, trapping her in the warm embrace of his chubby chest. A final tear slipping from her eyes as she accepts her fate and falls asleep in a genocidal fallen angel's arms.

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Did this take 2 years? . . . Yes it did! I'm sorry! But I promised you guys I will have it out. So I hope you liked it. I've said this once and I'll say it again, I'm not a big fan of happy endings, I'm sorry for those who were expecting different. I truly hope this is up to everyone's expectations—

I love you guys and thank you for your patience with me and this one shot, I hope you guys have an amazing new year and day MMMMMMWAH!

The many faces that entered and excited, the genre choices of all the customers to provide recommendations when they return, hell, he even had a nickname for everyone. A nickname for all except, you, the one who'd just moved into Hawkins about a month ago and a half ago. It's not like he hasn't seen you multiple times to give you one, it was just that each time you visited, he'd lose train of thought.

It became your whole thing, show up on his lunch break, return a tape.. Talk for hours.. Well, it was more so, listen to him for hours. Check out another, repeat. It was addicting, hearing him ramble and stutter the way he did. It was almost a hobby of yours by now.

And now, here you are with him yet again. You weren't a fan of admitting things but, you only came around for him. It was sorta cute how he rambled on and on about his little friends and adventures, all you weren't so sure were true.. But interesting all the much. You learned a lot about him, except, there was one thing you were still hung up over.

"And here's Dustin sneezing up milk-..Never chug a gallon while upside down.." Leaned over the counter, Steve showed off the pictures in his wallet, like a a proud father. But when he looked up, your eyes were elsewhere as he followed your gaze to the red curtain behind him. "So, Harrington.." "No." "Oh, come on...You didn't even give me a chance to ask-.." With a soft sigh, he snapped his wallet shut and shoved it back into his pocket, that annoyed gaze on his face returned to your sights.

"Fine, ask away." He knew what the question was going to be, but folded his arms and gave you his full, undivided attention anyway. "What's behind the curtain, huh?" "Nothing important, recalled snacks, old... movies, dust.. Nothing too- important.. Uh, so- So Dustin, right? I helped him out for prom, check this ou-" His words trailed off as he turned towards a stack of movies he had to renew the rental on. Getting to work, continued to speak to you, but all his words were jumbles of sounds as you ignored his word and slid over the counter.

By the time he noticed you were missing, your eyes were already adjusting to the luminescent red light that casted over the small storage room. "Whoa- Whoa-..Customers behind the counter-There were stacks of old magazines, film stalks, scattered boxes, and a stash of recalled snacks that had already been hit by a more than eager Harrington. "This is what has you so jumpy? Moldy boppers..?"

"Yeah! This place's got everything, novelty tees.. Cups, Leatherface bobble heads, Eh..? Eh..?" Rushing over to a box, he pulled one of the figures out to give it a little shake. It was clear he was trying to keep you distracted. "You name, I find it!" "No thanks-..Man, this sucks.." Narrowing your eyes, you gave one of the many boxes a light kick, sending it toppling over.

Moving around the frantic brunette, your eyes lock onto a stack of VHS tapes that had long been forgotten. Crouching down to grab one, you dust it off and read aloud.. "The bad and the dirty?" Your eyes shot a look towards Steve, you could only see the nervousness flush up across your face as a surprised scoff left you.

The bobblehead he had been clutching in his hand could only take so much in his grip, the head popping off to clatter to the ground. You could practically see each and every bead of sweat as it formed on his forehead. "It's-..It's uh.." Raising a hand to hush him, you stood up to get a better look at everything that was scattered around the room. Old recording supplies, more adult films...More..films.. "Oh, Harrington. You dog."

He cleared his throat before his eyes trailed to the entrance of the room, "Ha..ha.. We should really get o-.." "Is that a Magnovox-..Man, oh man- What a find." Scooping it up, you looked around for it's power switch then flick it on. Dodging the arms trying to stop you with a spin, soon hopping up onto the table behind you as you peered through the camera. Recording Steve as he stood in place for a moment, anxious little steps and eyes slightly wide. "You know, I've always wanted to be in a film."

He grabbed an empty box that had been left, coughing as dust flew about. "Psh..What kind of film.." His words were obviously a joke as he got down to start cleaning up the mess of scattered tapes on the ground. There was no response from you, it worried him. Was that insensitive, was it snarky?

"Shit, I didn't mean-.. I was just making a dumb joke-.." He paused mid-cleaning to turn his head gaze towards you, a hand already up in defense. As he started up an apology, it only trailed off into temporary confusion and raised eyebrows before they settled. His eyes taking in the look you gave him. As if you needed something, bad. As if you needed him. "Oh-.."

It had only been ten minutes later of shared gazes and awkward laughs, your shirt had practically been popped open. Now loose and missing buttons, but none of it mattered. Those kisses Harrington peppered down from your neck to your collarbone were enough to make a girl as needy as you dizzy. His work, vest tossed onto the table beside you to be forgotten for the moment.

A hand tangled up into his hair as all but weak gasps pushed past your lips, his gripping at your waist to draw you closer to the edge of the table. Only stepping until his body practically kept you from slipping off, his foot moving the box of tapes out of the way so he could step closer. With himself pressed closer, he moved his head back so your hands could work on getting his work vest and shirt off and over his head.

His hand moved up to place his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer for a kiss. You hesitated only for a moment, giving yourself a moment to glance over his chest and those hooded eyes of his from clashing your lips to his. The hand that was left unbusy grew eager, sliding down to dip between your shaken legs to stroke over your clothed mound. His fingers wrapping around the fabric of your already damp panties to pull them to the side of your needy cunt, his kiss only growing needier as you gasped between a breath.

Two of his digits had no time to waste, working into you. Greeted by the tight, warm grip you had on him, Steve finally sported a smile as he placed a few more pecks to your parted lips. Your arms were still loose around his neck as his fingers twisted and dipped into you at a slowed pace, his thumb adding into to the mix to press down and flick at your bud.

His kisses were slowly trailed down as his hand slid up to rest a top your thigh, the other falling into place, a mirrored grip. Lips replaced by his tongue as his gaze eyed the bits of you that he waited weeks to see. That tattoo just below your stomach, giving him the instructions he need.. Just a simple arrow, in which he followed.

Open mouthed kisses were placed on your inner thighs, which were soon shaky and blistered with purple hickies. His tongue dragged up your slit, dipping ever so slightly between your folds. You assumed he'd he would take it slow, and you would have to rush him, but your thoughts left your mind as he delve in.

Lips and chin dripping with how wet he made you, you could almost see a prideful glint in his eyes as they gazed up to watch exactly what he was doing to you. A hand twisted into his hair, the hair he'd let no one touch. Hums, slurps and breathy gasps were all but music that hung in the air.

Tongue, delving in before flicking up to wrap and roll around your reddened, swollen bulb. His lips pressing it between them for a moment to help him suck, your legs moving to rest over his shoulders, wrapping tightly around his head to pull him closer.

"Yeah-..Y-Yeah.. Fuck-! Right.. fuckin'..-..There..-!"

You could barely help yourself as your hips suddenly rutted up against his mouth, a twitching orgasm rushing through your body. The "sweetest" juices he worked so hard to get a taste of, covered his lips and drip down his chin, mixed with his drool and prideful, little chuckles.

Still trying to ride that high, Steve had to manually remove your legs from around him. With a quiet gasped apology, your eyes followed him as he slowly stood to stand between your legs. Hands placed on either sides of you, flat on the table.

"Shh, sweetheart. You couldn't help getting ahead of yourself, not your fault. Come here." Taking a moment to clean his lip with a thumb, he moved the hand to cup your cheek and pull you into a gentle kiss.

His free hand moving over your right thigh, and just has it stopped before his belt, banging from outside of the room could be heard. Making you both freeze in place with wide eyes, "Shit-..Wait here-.." You could barely contain the little whine that left you as he pulled away from you, his thumb stroked reassurance to your cheek.

Another set of frantic banging. "Yeah, yeah! Be right there!" He snatched up his vest, pulling it on with haste. Stumbling over himself as he rushed out, leaving you sitting there, blinking. With a grumble, the moment finally hit you.

"Hurry the fuuuuck up, Harrington!" The mysterious banging that came from the front door of the shop was non other than Eddie Munson, frantically looking around before cupping his eyes to the glass to peer into the shop for any sight of his best friend.

And, there he was, rushing out into view, approaching the door with a less than eager look on his face. Once the door was unlocked and opened, Eddie rushed inside without wasting another second. "What fuckin' took you so long, huh? Hop's was out there eyeing me like a fucking hawk again."

With one hand, he held open his coat to fish out the tape he'd borrowed, shoving it into Steve's chest as he brushed past him to head straight for the horror flicks. "You were out back for another smoke break again, without me...Seriously? I'm hurt.. Sometimes, I think you hate me, can't believe y-..."

After locking back up, Steve turned to listen to his best friend rant on and on.. "I had the sign up." He shot a thumb back to motion to the, "we're closed" sign that was still rocking back and forth on the door. "... And the lights on." Eddie only returned the similar motion without turning to face the other male, raising a brow before kneeling down to flick through all the tapes.

"Man, all this shit's either outdated, trash, or I've seen more than once..When are you guys gonna get the theatre shit..like- Evil De-.." "Look man,...as much as I looove to hear you rant on and on about shit I could care less about-..You gotta go." Clasping his hands together, Steve stepped closer to him.

"Why? Got a date or somethin'? Pfft, I'm sure they can wait five minutes." "No, no I can n- They. They can not, come on- Up and at 'em." Steve reached down to slip his arms under Eddie's, lifting him to his feet in which he protested and pulled himself free to straighten out his jacket with a tug.

"Whoa, chill man-..Jeez, you got the special lady in the back or somethin'?"

"Psh- No..-" Steve could barely get a scoff when you chimed in, walking out to lean onto the counter. Clothing disheveled, gaze narrowed with unfulfilled need. "Actually, he does."

Eddie's eyes only widened, his gaze moving between you and Steve with the shock of not only his Best Friend getting some, but that he was getting lucky with a girl like you. "Cherry? The Cherry?"

"Wait, you both know know each other?" "Dude, I had only wished I could-.." Narrowing your eyes to get a good look at his face, an excited glint came to your eyes. "Collie? The hair!" "It's the hair..- The hair-.." Eddie replied, using hand to lift a few strands of his brunnete curls to explain the inside joke.

"Okayy..But,..Cherry?" Steve's voice was as confused his raising brow, hands idly resting on his hips as the two exchanged a unknown history between one another. "Oh, she has this sick tattoo on her-" Climbing up onto the counter, you carefully turned your back to the two men to lift your skirt up. Showing off the well crafted sugar skull cherries tattoo, plastered right on your left cheek. "Ass-.."

The two gawked for a moment as you let the fabric fall back over you, breaking the trance the two had. With a blink, Steve moved behind Eddie to start pushing him towards the front door. "Yeah.. Ed's was just leaving." "Whoa- Whoa- Wait a second-.."

Slipping off the counter with an exaggerated sigh, you moved to the doorway of the backroom, hand gently resting against the wall. "Actually, I can handle a few extra hands.. Only if you two don't mind it, at least.."

It's been a while since you and Eds had gotten out into the crisp air, ever since the two of you had moved to Florida, there wasn't really much relaxation time left between the both of you working to get jobs and renovating your new home.

You both decided that you needed a much needed vacation, and what better way to spend it than with your fiance's friends back home in Hawkins. It wasn't like you wanted to spend a weekend together at a resort..or anything...But hearing him so excited over the phone with his best pals brought a smile to your face, it was like a puppy reuniting with a long lost toy.

After everything was packed and ready to go, it all led to now. You, standing on your best friend's porch in need of something to keep the edge off for the long ride. Knocking frantically for her to open, stopping to give Ed's a thumbs up. Even though you hated to admit it, you weren't as excited as he was for this trip.

You raise your fist once more, bringing it near the door before it swings open. Mia stood there with eyes dropped in a lazy glare that made your nerves run up your spine in fear. "Trick..or..treat?" You choked up with a nervous smile as she slowly stepped aside to let you in. "Aren't you a bit too old to trick or treat, ma'am? What the fuck do you want..?" From the fogginess in the room, you put two and two together that you must have interrupted what she loves to call her cleansing session.

"Remember how I told you that Ed and I were going on that half-day drive, and whatnot- Well, I need some serotonin so I can just sleep the whole way there...?" "Fine." "Thank you, thank you! I owe you one-" "You never pay me back.." "One of these days I will." With a huff, she fished through a mini fridge she kept specifically for situations like these, "Whatever. Here. Take only one every eight or so hours."

"What's exactly in them?" "Does it matter?" She raised a brow as she handed over the unlabeled glass bottle. Your brows furrowed in worry. "Kinda-, does?" "Girl, just trust me. You're always freakin' out and shit. You might not be able to sleep, but you'll surely be relaxed, all that matters. It's safe, whipped 'em up myself."

She was now ushering you back towards her front door as you eyed the gummies, they looked like normal sour vitamins, but were a golden yellow shade. They looked delicious but you shoved the idea of just eating the whole bottle out of your head as you climbed back up into Eddie's van.

"So, what exactly is that?" Giving him a shrug, you handed over the bottle and began tugging on your seat belt. "I don't know but, I am going to attempt to stay up for the first few hours of the trip so you won't be lonely." "How sweet, my little Cherry Pie." Setting the bottle in the cup holder, he wrapped an arm around your head to slightly pull you closer to him to give your forehead a loving kiss before letting you sit back and get as comfy as you could.

You both were now seven hours in, road karaoke had finally died out along with the choices of music. He was about to play one of his all time favorites again, but hearing it for fifth time was not on your bingo card. That and the rumbling of your stomach started getting to you as the car bumped and rocked along the rocky road, reaching up to stop his hand from putting in that damn tape, he softly chuckled before letting his hand rest on your thigh.

You've managed to get used to feeling the cold bite of the rings that heavily covered each of his slender digits, which gave you just enough comfort to keep you at bay for at least another hour and a half, in which you got a nap in. You could never understand how he manages to stay awake for so long, let alone drive.

Once your body has had enough, your eyes shot open, and he already knew the drill. Moving his hand back to resting on the steering wheel, his hand slowly tapped a rhythm to the beat of the song that quietly played. He must have turned it back on after you had fallen into a deep sleep. Unbuckling yourself, you reached back to grab a ginger ale from the mini cooler before popping the cap off what was assumed to be vitamins.

Shakily, you took two out and began chewing. Forgetting Mia's warning from earlier that morning, pulling out an extra one for your Fiancé who was humming along to "Don't Fear the Reaper." Raising a brow, his eyes dropped down to the brightly colored gummies you offered him for a second before snapping back up to the road, a knowing grin crossed his lips.

"What?" Only a chuckle as he shook his head. "What? Spit it out." You urged him, a bit too snappily, from your nerves being on edge for too long out of your comfort zone. "It's just, do you trust that she gave ya' normal supplements..or-.." "Oh my god, did I just take edibles-?" "Relax, Baby." Before you could toss the ones you were offering out the window, he swapped hands to gently grab your wrist, bringing your hand back to his mouth. His tongue, with a quick swipe, licked them up before releasing you. "Am I gonna be a druggy..?" You blinked at him with eyes before gasping, your hands shooting up to grip your hair. "Are we gonna get pulled over?!" "No, no, baby. There isn't even anyone else on this road, who, other than us, would be driving to Hawkins of all places this time of year?"

"I..guess.." Although still tense, you slowly slumped back against the seat, pulling your seatbelt back on with a lazy grip. His hand slowly dropped back down to rest on your thigh for comfort, idly patting.

For a while, the car ride was quiet. There was an occasional hum from Eddie and a squeak from his van, but the rocking of the bumpy road no longer got to you. Your mind was now hazy, and distracted by something else, and it had a few beads of sweat rolling down your forehead, and your body was warmer than usual...Even with the AC blasting.

As you turned your head to let Eds know that something might be wrong, the smile he usually kept had been wiped clean, replaced with a nervous one. A small blush crossed his face, his eyes had a light tint of red, and the hand that once rested on your thigh was now gripping the stirring wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning completely white.

"Good mornin' once again, my Sleepin' Beauty..Now, I can see it in your eyes already, don't freak out.." You had already passed that stage; every bump in the road had you fighting for dear life against the embarrassing noises you held back. Before you could start spiraling, Eds cut through the tension. "You aren't gonna die, alright? Your friend just... Probably meant to give you..something else, and we got these-...Instead..-" "What exactly..are these then-.."

A nervous chuckle left him as he tilted his head your way but kept his eyes forward on the dark, empty road, "Uh..How do I put this-..Remember when we were all playin' truth or dare..?" "Yeah-.." "And Stevie's dare was to take a shot of tea and- me and Robin pulled that honey pack prank-...?" "Yeeeeah-..?" "Pfft, yeah..Mira laced those full of it." "What?!" Shouting at the top of your lungs, Eddie slightly jumped, the van swerving for a second before he got it back in control.

"I asked you not to freak out, didn't I?" "B-But- She-.." "Uh uh..It's fine, it's fine, we have a couple more miles until Hawkins, Baby. Unless... you can't wait for a bit longer." With a joking chuckle, he tilted his head her way. Something about the way he snuck a quick glance at her only stirred that aching feeling between your tightening thighs. "Shut up and watch the fucking road." You snapped, deciding to hide how your body felt behind a wall of red.

"..I don't understand." "Hm-..?" Raising a brow at him as you slumped back against your seat, your leg slightly bouncing as you tried to keep yourself relaxed. All the things happening today just felt as if it were just a sign to stay out of Hawkins.. "Don't understand what..?" "How my baby doll could be so frustrated when I could always just.. pull over and take care of her." Your spiraling thoughts just froze, your breath hitching in your throat at his words.

Those words echoed in your head for a moment, like a switch slowly being flicked on. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you gave a scoff..turning your head towards the passenger side window to hide the burning desire in your gaze. "Drive-..We promised we'd make it for dinner-..It's already..taking us forever to..get there.. And we are literally on a public road-.." "A quiet, secluded, empty, public road." He corrected with a dramatic hand motioning to the dark, passing landscape. "But, fine.. We don't have to pull over, Baby."

"Good." He listened to you, but at what cost? Your leg was still bouncing like crazy, and your eyes slowly narrowed as you sucked in your lower lip. You could feel him eyeing you, that smug grin on his face. Shaking his head, he swapped his right hand with his left on the wheel. Leading it down to your inner thigh and up the fabric of your high-waisted jeans. A ringed finger loops around the ring of your zipper, but before it could be tugged down, your hands quickly stopped him with a hold on his wrist.

"W-What are you doing? I said-.." "You said that we couldn't pull over, now, can I please...help my wife?" That little glance of his sealed the deal. Just as quickly as you stopped him, you let him go. Giving a little nod, he took the go to, returning his gaze to the road as he continued to lead the zipper down. His jeans were already tightening themselves, but his priority was you. Without another word, keeping the van steady, his other hand slipped down beneath the already soaking fabric that clung to your heat.

Hissing at the cold bite of his rings, you fiddled with the seatbelt buckle to release it and slightly lay your chair back as he walked you through exactly what he wanted you to do for him, all the while his thumb rolled up against your clit, and he stole glances at your squirming state.

"That's it, baby. My sweet, Cherry Pie.." Minutes passed by, he couldn't even tell that he was slightly speeding as eagerness and need consumed him; your little moans and hisses nearly had him in shambles, but he stayed strong. Drawing his hand away only earned an upset whine from your now quivering lips. "Shh, shh.." Using his teeth, he quickly tugged off each of his rings and spat them out into the cup holder.

His tongue lapping at his fingers to both wet and taste his lover before they were dipped right back down between your legs, thumb right back where it belonged, and fingers slipping into your slick cunt with ease. "Fuck, baby..I can't wait until we fucking get to stop this damn van..I won't be able to hold back..But, you already know that, huh, Baby?" "Yes-..Yes.." Was all you could choke up as his fingers only filled you up to his knuckles, scraping against your inner walls..

Your jeans and his hand were now soaked, leaving you a panting mess, and you were in the van ten minutes from Hawkins. You couldn't take it; you needed him. You couldn't think, only lean over to start quickly tugging his belt loose. "Whoa-..Whoa, baby-.." His eyes widened and shot down to look at you for a quick moment, then back up at the road when he felt the van swerve.

"We're almost to the hotel-.." "Fuck the hotel, we didn't even make fucking reservations...Stop the van, now." Eddie let a hard swallow pass before he pulled off right to the side of the road. Without hesitation, you both latch onto each other, sloppy kisses and absent bites were landed as you both stumbled your way to the mattress laid out in the back.

Once he had you laid down, he slowly dragged your pants down your legs, leaving kisses along your stomach and thighs in their wake. They felt nice..and all, but he promised to take care of you and this was equvivalent to poking a bear with a stick.. You needed him, and you could tell how much he was holding himself back. "I..Thought you said...that once this van stopped-...You'd-"

Before you could even finish your complaint, he'd delved down. Lips instantly latching around your swollen bud, tongue rolling flatly against it. The metal of his piercing only added on to the feeling as he rolled up against you, your arms moving up to cover your eyes as whines and shaky hums filled the van. "Shh, baby, I promised, didn't I?" You could only idley nod as the warmth of his breath was spoken between your legs. His thumb lazily replacing flicked at your button as his tongue, which was now lapping at every drop of the mess he'd had made earlier with only his fingers before he pulled back to start tugging up his shirt.

This gave you time to look around his van, only lit up by the dim street lights outside..Spotting a familiar face off to the side of the van, under a few old shirts. "B-Baby.." "Yeah..?" He'd wiped his mouth clean on his shirt, disguarding it before settling himself on top of you.. Giving your neck little nicks and bruises as he grounded himself against you, even through the thin layer of fabric from his boxers, it earned a shuddery whine before you motioned over to what you had spotted a moment ago.

"E-Eds..What's..what's that..?" "Hm? Oh..Yeah, pfft..It is gonna be a little surprise for ya' on Halloween, but I think..you'd like it a bit early..?" Moving a bit towards the pile, he leaned over to tug the object out, a Ghostface mask. A fucking ghostface mask, that he held with a shy smile. Shrugging a shoulder as he looked down at it in his hands, not sure you would actually be down with the idea. "I won it at the carnival last week when you ran off to get more cot-." "Fuck yes." His words were cut off as he shot his glance to you, eyes practically sparkling at the idea.

That sly ass grin returned as he leaned down to give you one last kiss before tugging the mask over his head, God, his tats and the mask just...Were made for each other, just how you were made for him. Keeping his eyes on yours, he reached over for his pants that had been earlier disguarded, tugging his belt loose then brought over your head to slip your wrist into the loop before securing them. "How's that, baby?" "Perfect." With that comformation, you were rolled over onto your stomach and then tugged up onto your knees as he made sure to press your head down against one of the few pillows scattered across the matress. Letting you know to keep it there, he ran his fingers through your hair then gave a gentle shove to press your head back down when you tried to raise it.

Without another word, the mask was pushed up only slightly so his tongue could trail along your slit. Once again, with hunger as he drooled with each taste. His bangs slightly sticking to his forehead, he could care less if he burned alive in the heat of the mask, he wanted his baby happy. Boxers soon tugged down, mask back in place, he gave no warning. His member only slid into your needy hole with ease, a muffled moan pushed past your lips before you bit down on the pillow. With a gentle rock...and a roll of his hips, his member was fully fitted into you like a glove. His tip practically kissing your cervix as you idly rocked yourself back on his size, instantly twitching from how sensitive you already were.

To mess with you, Eddie got a brilliant idea as he waited for you to relax around him, chuckling at the mess you already were..He hadn't even moved, yet you were already in shambles. It's fine now, he understands what you want and he was more than willing to play his part in giving his princess exactly what she wanted.. Leaning down over you, he pressed his head into the small of your neck and whispered. "I wonder what your boyfriend would think if he found you like this..." And just like that, you slammed youself back on his member once..Then again..And again..Until you were now fucking yourself on his member "That's it..fuck.."

Once he felt your hips starting to slow, he took over, sitting back up on his knees, he drove himself into you. Hands gripping onto your waist as he yanked you back against each slam he rewarded you, the cold bite from his remaining rings only felt like heaven against your hot skin. "F-Fuck!..Oh, fff-..eels sogooood!" Your shaky words were slowly jumbling up as you three your head back then back down into the pillow. Your fingers twitched and held onto each other as the belt kept your wrist together. Pure ecstasy moved in waves through your body as your lover drove himself into you, feeling around for a condom or something..He came up empty handed, he hated that he'd have to pull out..Knew you'd be upset..But as much as he loved the feeling..He pulled out, a well deserved whine was given to him.

"Shh, shh.. I know, Baby.. I know.." He mumbered, snatching off the mask to toss it off to the side again..Just looking down at your used hole, and all that swaying you were doing was almost hypnotizing..But he managed to tear away his gaze, leaning back over you to grip the belt and pull you backwards onto his lap as he laid himself back on the mattress, leaving you, a tired, weak mess sitting up. "i got this, just trust me.." Giving him a nod, you let him guide you up and over his face, his arms slowly sliding underneath you to wrap around and tug you down in place on his mouth. Tongue diving right in to taste the mess you had both caused.

"Fuck..fuck...fuckk.." Each little suck and lick drove you right back to where you were before, the brink of an orgasm. Your eyes went shut for a moment as you chewed on your lower lip, but, you felt bad..Letting him do everything while he was obviously just as needy as you were..Moving down, you took his size in your mouth, feeling him freeze for a moment before continuing to lap and suck .

You started off slow, letting your tied hands tease at the base of his member before bobbing your head down as far as you could, humming from the feeling of his tongue.

And from the way Eddie was underneath you, devouring you, you knew he was enjoying himself. Giving his size a few more sucks, you tugged your head up with a pop. Rolling your tongue around his drooling tip, lapping up whatever you could before teasing and flicking your tongue along the base and size of his member. Muffled grunts coming from behind you just did something for you..Driving you closer and closer to that edge, as he delves back in. It was as if you both were fighting to see who'd cave first, and just when you thought you were the victor..Two fingers pressed against you, rubbing roughly against your clit.. Sitting back up fully on his face, you came, shortly after, so did he, a bit on your chest and the rest against his own stomach. 

Hard stuttering grunts leave from Rodrick's wet mouth, Sloppy Kissing, Tongue all over her mouth, in and out. Holding onto her thighs with a scared Ringed hand, knuckles and fingers nail covered with chipped black nail polish turning white, the blood leaving the quaking limb.

The Women under him is covered in hickies and bites from his foreplay, And different bodily fluids that she gain as he sloppy thrust into her dripping snatch, His other hand, fingers wrinkly as he ruthlessly and endlessly played with her dripping clit. She was under him squirming and withering for hours.

She had checked in on him because he had stormed into the house in a hurry, sweating profusely. His wife beater drenched in sweat as he rushed pasted her without saying hi or even a side hug. He rushed straight pass her and into their shared bedroom and the connecting bathroom, instantly hearing the shower running.

Maybe he was just having day, leaving him to do . . . Whatever he was doing, that was until she turned the TV off and could still hear the showering running. What the hell, it's been like 2 hours!? He's gonna use all of the hot water. She'd get up on slightly numb legs, walking towards their bedroom and connected bathroom opening the door as she gets attacked by a cold steam. Rodrick, what she could see through the multicolored shower curtain, had his head leaning against his arm which was placed on the shower wall. Other arm moving as his veined hand was tugging on his thick shaft in a rapid motion.

“Rodrick! What the fuck! You give me attitude, Ignore me! Just to fucking Jerk off, What the fuck is wrong with—”

" Gah! Louder! “

" E-Excuse me?! “

" Keep bitching at me so I can get off GODDAMNIT! “

She was taken aback, hell! She even took a step back in confusion. Her hip knocked into the counter as he got out of the shower, pulling the curtain back, wet hair sticking to his face, eyes dilated, and OH FUCK! His dick, hard and swollen, Red at the tip, leaking angry hot precum, standing around and tall, and the veins, blue, bulging, and twitching.

Rodrick had walked right up to her and she kept stepping back until she finally got a barrier. Palms, veined and bulging, slapping up against the condensated tile. Heavy breathing as his other hand grabbed at his cock, stroking it at a lazy pace as he brushed his pulsating up against her shirt, leaving a snail trail of precum on the white tee she was wearing.

And that's how she ended up like this! In her 7th position, bent over the bathroom sink, as she could feel his previous loads leaking down her quivering thighs. He was hot dogging her ass cheeks, on hand slapping at one of them, sweat dripping onto her back from his forehead. “Baby I'm almost done, one more time! I promise! N-Nghh~ Almost fuckin’ there baby!” He pulled back and spat sloppily at his cock. Rubbing it in and then spreading open her already filled pussy, lips covered in sweat and cum, Red and puffy from being over used. Rodrick pushed right in, a strained whimper leaving his lips. He loves the feeling on her sloppy overworked hole, loving the way her insides pulsed in protest. He grabbed onto her hips ramming into her, listening to the noises her pussy made, loving the way it made him go even more feral with his thrust.

She was barely talking now, and he leaned in on her back from behind, grabbing at her hair to pull her back and kissed on her nape and nibbled at her ear. " Don't pass out on me now princess. We're almost done, you gotta take it baby! Almost there! Take it! Take it! Take it! " His thrust got more brutal pelvic slapping up against her ass, as he felt the counter below them creak and wobble in distress. At this point he doesn't give a fuck if it breaks! If it does, then it does. He'd fuck her raw on the broken porcelain counter.

He sat up, the black necklace on his neck sticking to his sweaty chest as he opened her cheeks, showing the winking hole and spits in it before proceeding to slowly ease his thumb in. The female below him let out a quivering whimper, her hole tightening around his thumb. Not knowing if it wanted to suck him in or push him out and then a shriek left her swollen lips as Roderick fucked up into her, pace strong and steady, fucking her right up into her G-spot.

" FUCK! I Love You Baby, Take Me Deeper Sweetheart! I'm Boutta Fuckin’ Explode! “ His hips stuttered, sink creaking in protest as he somehow finds a way to fuck into her even harder, knocking her womb all about. Her back tensed up as she started to cum, liquid slashing all over the counters cabinet, and tile floor and that forced Rodrick to cum as well, listening to his baby whimper and cunt tightening around his girth. He pulled out half way through spitting thick stringy ropes, popping his thumb out of her ass and opening her cheeks again trying to aim the ropes at her quivering asshole.

Rodrick had stepped back and admired his work, kissing on her neck and finally a forehead kiss before he picked her up by legs, bridal style. Opening the shower again that was still running cold water, he’d sit in the shower with her on top of his, quaking cock finally feeling like this getting soft after 8 torturous rounds. He'd kiss his girlfriend's forehead and lips again. Apologizing for putting her through that, and even thanked her for helping him. Promising he'd do whatever she'd want for the whole day, while she, barely conscious, only nodded her head, eyes blurring as the water got into them. He'd even promise to order whatever food she'd want.

This is for my lovely baby. Pookie. I hope she sees it and love it.

And I'm sorry for having you guys waiting a long time, I'm working on 8 other smuts, so I'm giving you guys little small smuts until the real deal comes out so no one is bored or thinks that we forgot.

She groaned, tossing her head back as the man above her interlaced her hands tight. A Wedding band on his finger, none on hers. Large veined hands gripping onto hers tightly, like she would disappear. Groaning low, as he slowly pushes into her, slow deep strokes, breaking apart her cherry as some blood leaks out of her.

"Too much" she'd whimper. "Nah baby, just enough. Nghh~ Tiny, Plump pussy needa learn how to take me." 

He would spit fire into her ear, muscular tattooed back sweating in the exposed moon light poking through the semi closed curtains. He was huffing kissing at her neck and cheek, kissing away her tears telling her everything's gonna be fine, that he'll take care of her forever. Fat cock digging into her tiny hole making sure to not go too fast for her slowly adjusting cunt, using her slick and some of her blood to guide him along. Pubic hair strongly hitting against her puffy unhidden clit, heavy full balls slapping against her wet ass with a loud sloppy plap. Her thick plush thighs wrapping around his waist, like she was trying to push him in deeper.

"Baby, 'm gonna speed up." before she could protest, she has thrown her head back into the carpeted floor, feeling him quicken his pace and his tip smashing against her womb. Her hand clenching harder in his as he shuses her, kissing away more tears.

"Doin' so good mama, let me take you. Let me have you. Gonna ruin you for everyone else." He was begging desperately for this. He was gonna cum soon, embarrassed about how fast he was about to finish, but it'll be worth it in the long run. Worth it when her tummy started to swell, and she would get plumper, when she's start leaking milk and she'd need help to control her emotions as a part of him possessivly grew inside of her, marking her as his forever. She'd never leave him or have a reason to leave him if she had his baby. She was younger, freshly out of college finishing a bachelors degree, buried in student debt, and he had everything, more than enough to support her and their future kids, grandkids, great grandkids and so on.

The women felt him twitch, she knew what this meant, overhearing her friends talk about it when they shared stories about their hook ups, and she was no dummy, she knew the damn dangers of him letting her finish into her ovulating hole. She tried to unhook her legs around his back, but he gripped her hand so tight she wenched and whined. "I don't think so, keep em there. I'm almost there princess. Let me finish inside, please." She tried to speak, damn near going dumb as she was about to cum. This overheating, electrifying feeling strikes through her body so abruptly that she couldn't process she was cumming on his thick twitching cock. Her orgasm triggering his. She felt hot liquid slosh through her furtile walls, which triggered her to orgasm again, this time squirting in his pelvic getting his lower half wet and drenched. She was overstimulated seeing dots and starts in her vision as he fucked his cum deeper into her, his hips twitched and bucked erratically. Her vision is coming too, only a few moments later, when she realized he hadn't pulled out, silver grills shining in the dark light, eyes wide and feral as he finally leg go of her hands, letting her be balanced on his arms from behind her head, he collapsed on, forearms keeping him up as he takes up room in the crook of her neck, chuckling darkly.

"Y-Your Wife—" "What about her?" She was trying to reason with him, but he instantly shut it down. "She can't give me what I want, she doesn't want a family, just a cushy life." She let out an awkward laugh, trying to change the subject. The dopamine must really be getting to him. "So this is what my friends keep bragging about, I see what all of the talk was about now." She looked right at the ceiling as she said that, a lopsided smile on her face. "Yea? Well don't think you'll be giving this shit to anyone else but me. You'll only feel and breathe me for the rest of your living life. And I'll be damned if I let someone else take it from me, even if I have to kill them in front of you to get my fucking point across. Lets hope it takes princess. So I can have a real reason to divorce the snobbish bitch and get you in my house . . . In my bed, willingly or unwillingly and put in my basement where you know you truly belong." He lifted himself up to look right into her soul, cock twitching back to life as he slowly thrust his hips up and curve into a spot that made her muddied burnt out mind see even more blanks and stars. "I hope you weren't planning on getting any sleep tonight. The first load is always the quickest mama."

I may also think about writing this with other characters that I love to see act like this.

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Steve Reglan aka Springtrap aka William Afton

Stu Macher

Elijah and Elias from Sinners

Remmick from Sinners

Bo Chow from Sinners

Bert from Sinners (I'm still hesitant about this one, due to the circumstances of this character specifically)

Adam from hazbin Hotel

Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel

Striker From Helluva Boss

Satan from Helluva Boss

~Bip🖤

A small gasping moan left out of the dark women's mouth as the devil between her thighs proceeded to lick her up like he was starving. One hand keep her thighs spread and the other drilling inside of her with 2 thick fingers alongside his tongue. Remmick groaned drinking her up, eyes rolling back like he had eaten the most sweetest honeydew right off of the stem. The wet squelching noises and him sloppily eating her out— making as much noise as possible on purpose —spitting in her pussy to finger his spit deeper into her plush tightening insides. He could tell she was close, her pussy strangling his tongue and fingers so tight— he felt if he were to pull them out they'll snap off like fresh sugar cane.

Remmick could hear the sloshing of her messy pussy and the heavy breathing of her dark chest, her body glowing like diamonds in the dark as the moonlight reflexed off of her sweat covered limbs and his chain that was hanging down around her neck and resting on her chest. He pulled his slimey, skillfull tongue out of her dripping cunt with a loud snapping pop. With a southern drawl, she begged , pleaded for Remmick to stuff his tongue back in her hole. "Don't get greedy now, imma take care of 'er in a minute."

He moved his attention to her thighs, kissing in the soft, doughy appendage, giving it straight kitten licks. His fingers still drilling out her hole, and with tilted devilish red glowing eyes, staring straight into her soul, He bit. Hard— and curled his fingers into that soft spongey part that made the deer hear her scream out through dead mans woods. Remmick let out a deep growl of approval as he sucked her blood, 'Ouhhhh shit, this was even better than I thought, sweeter than hell'. He was in heaven a place that he didn't think he'd ever lay a foot in. He sucked hard enough to to not cause her as much pain, and he made sure to not mix his toxic saliva so she didn't turn. He love her like this, alive, breathing, warm. Full of blood.

A shriek pierced through the forest, as he heard her pussy get more sloshy. Get more wet, and he knew her floodgates were about to open, and he was about to have a great feast tonight. As soon as the sloshing got loud enough, he removed her thigh from his mouth, drool and blood dripping from his lips as her hooks his other under her thighs and does the same with the hand that was pussy working her pussy, now both arms hooked her thighs. Wet hand stroking and rubbing her clit hard, deep tonguing her pussy till it hit her womb, slurping and sucking, until he was almost drowned as he felt an overwhelming amount of liquid squirting in his mouth, he rubbed her clit hard, prolonging her orgasm, and she through her head back. He looked up at her, growling. He wanted to see her eyes when he made her cum, he unhooked one of  her thighs and grabbing his chain down hard, making her look at his burning eyes, burn on such a lust and desire for her that it has her cumming again in his mouth, her squirting intensified. Making her eyes rolling to the back of her head and drool slip pass the corn of her mouth, falling on her chest and his golden chain, baby nonsense about it being too much for her handle.

Remmick let her ride her orgasm slow and painful, now wanting to let of her lips, not wanting to unlatch himself from her greedy pussy. He did with a wet snap, and she was still making a mess, getting his pants and dirty shirt even more filthy, his fingers rubbing her clit in slowly circles and then palming her whole mound to have her spewing again, right on him. God, fuck he loved being covered in her. "Come mon' Darlin' get stupid for me baby. Cum níos deacra domsa banphrionsa."