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+. to F › Demon Ororon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,866
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Demon Ororon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Harder
“Harder” She pants.
And Shiro obliges, but somewhere in a far off entirely ignored corner of his brain he wonders if he could seriously hurt her. Because this feels more like violence than sex.
He grunts, and she claws at his back. Every thrust he’s trying to get deeper into that heat.
So fucking warm. He thinks as she starts rambling. He catches words and phrases of it.
“hard”
“fuck me”
“cock”
“rip me apart”
She wants him to hurt her. She wants to be punished. She wants it harder.
But he’s way more interested in the way her tits bounce every time he moves. He concentrates on her neck, long and sweaty just like every other piece of her. He doesn’t listen to her telling him this is exactly what he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t think about the fact that this isn’t love. He just kisses the hot flesh of that pale neck.
“oh god”
She’s moaning now, stuttering out that she’s about to cum. And he’s relived, because he’s always terrified she wont. He can feel it now. It seems like her entire body is shuttering. He finally, FINALLY, gets to cum.
So fucking tight
So fucking hot
So fucking deep
And she’s gone before he can catch his breath. He stares up at the ceiling trying to find a way to convince her that monsters are good for more than violence. But there’s an awful lot of risk in even trying. She could go find somebody else. Some one who doesn’t need to be told to fuck her harder. Some one who didn’t always wish it was less like violence.
And Shiro obliges, but somewhere in a far off entirely ignored corner of his brain he wonders if he could seriously hurt her. Because this feels more like violence than sex.
He grunts, and she claws at his back. Every thrust he’s trying to get deeper into that heat.
So fucking warm. He thinks as she starts rambling. He catches words and phrases of it.
“hard”
“fuck me”
“cock”
“rip me apart”
She wants him to hurt her. She wants to be punished. She wants it harder.
But he’s way more interested in the way her tits bounce every time he moves. He concentrates on her neck, long and sweaty just like every other piece of her. He doesn’t listen to her telling him this is exactly what he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t think about the fact that this isn’t love. He just kisses the hot flesh of that pale neck.
“oh god”
She’s moaning now, stuttering out that she’s about to cum. And he’s relived, because he’s always terrified she wont. He can feel it now. It seems like her entire body is shuttering. He finally, FINALLY, gets to cum.
So fucking tight
So fucking hot
So fucking deep
And she’s gone before he can catch his breath. He stares up at the ceiling trying to find a way to convince her that monsters are good for more than violence. But there’s an awful lot of risk in even trying. She could go find somebody else. Some one who doesn’t need to be told to fuck her harder. Some one who didn’t always wish it was less like violence.