His thrusts grew wild, uncontrolled. Her body was the fuel for his burning fire, her moans gasoline. Tysone grunted, and pushed, harder. He could feel it, her pleasure was palpable. Each thrust rocked her to her core and shook the mattress violently. "Fuck. This... feels great." He growled, kissing the side of her face and then down her neck, her chest.
Tysone latched onto one of her nipples and suckled hungrily.
"Hnghhh—Ty! My—ahhnn!"
Her hands reached out for him, gripping him tightly. Her walls contracted hard around him, clamping down on his cock, squeezing the ever living shit out of it, not wanting it to escape. Her entire body shook.
He could feel the effect he was having on her, as Saya arched into him with her whole frame, pressing her soft, sweaty breasts into him. They rose and fell in time with their rough and erratic fucking, each thrust eliciting moans from her lips, each thrust pushing deeper inside of her, each thrust bringing him closer.
Oh, he was so damn close. Tysone was holding himself back. Man's pride and everything. Of course, he enjoyed fucking the daylights out of her as well, but it was also a question of dignity. Pride, more like. She'd definitely be smug about having him blow first, instead. So, he tried to last longer.
But that proved difficult.
Especially because his partner's walls felt divine. Like heaven, even, around his member. His body, already taxed and fatigued, needed a way to release that tension and pent-up frustration. Thankfully, his libido had grown stronger along with the rest of his bodily functions. Would be weird if that wasn't the case; and the same went for Saya as well. She was half-evolved, in a sense. So their stamina and ability to withstand pleasure should match.
"Ah... Ty, you... f-feel amazing. Don't you ever stop, ah, ahhh... yes, don't stop—mmhmmm!"
Her walls clenched down on him, as her nails scratched red welts along his back.
Tysone latched onto her neck, sucking. He knew, and relished in the knowledge of the huge, dark and very visible mark he would leave. To mark his claim.
She cried out, trembling, quaking against him. "Yes... Yes! Oh... shit, Ty! Ohmygoddontstopdon'tstop, more!"
And more he delivered, holding nothing back, rutting like animals. "God..."
He was almost there, but she came first. "I'm cumming... cum—AHHNN!" Saya let loose, her mouth parted open in a scream as her entire being spasmed uncontrollably against him.
Her pussy contracted, gripping and clenching down on him, trying desperately to suck out the contents of his balls. "Hnnghh!!!" Tysone gritted his teeth, blue-balling himself for just a little bit longer. Just until Saya had been given all she could ever ask for. Just until Tysone made her beg—and beg she did. When her spasms stopped, her entire body going slack and spent, he was still pounding away, chasing his own orgasm.
"Turn around, Saya."
"H-Huh?"
"Turn around." He growled.
And before she could even try to get her thoughts and emotions together, Saya felt the cock withdraw from her sex. Her cunt was gaping and oozing with their fluids. Tysone pulled out and forced her on her stomach. She yelped, not expecting such a sudden movement. Yet it was undeniable how her cunt wept, seeing Tysone grab her hips and mount her from behind.
The position was so shameful that her ears burned.
Tysone fucked her from behind. Her face grinding against the mattress. Her ass up in the air. As if she were a dog. As if she—
But those words, the ones that she wanted to yell at him for, died at the back of her tongue, as Tysone pushed into her again, with a powerful thrust.
Saya moaned loudly, gasping for air and pleasure, while trying to stay in one piece from the violent way in which they had resumed fucking.
Her breasts swung and bounced on his mattress, and Tysone, noticing the rhythmic movement of her flesh, decided he wanted a handful, to knead, and squeeze and slap against the rhythm of their rut. So he reached out and grabbed.
"Hmmmp—!" Her hips moved backwards of their own volition, trying to sink herself down to the root.
Tysone slapped her butt cheeks with his free hand. Saya's face flushed, not from embarrassment but from raw ecstasy. A shuddered, guttural moan slipped from her lips, as the pleasure assaulted her again in the form of Tysone's powerful, rapid, and increasingly aggressive thrusts.
Her small body trembled each time their bodies slapped together, his balls slapping against her dripping nether region.
His large hand grabbed her cheek and spread it apart, and from the way her little, tight butthole twitched, Tysone had to use all of his willpower not to plunge inside that tight, seemingly uncharted territory.
"Hnnngh, ahhh! Oh god..." Saya's voice cracked as her head hung between her shoulders. "It's t-too much! Hnnnnhh!" She cried. "I feel like I'll p-p-pass o-out!"
There it is.
Tysone grinned. His pace never faltered. The slapping noise of their flesh echoed, intermingled with their moans and ragged breaths and screams and whimpers.
"Oh shit..." He hissed, as the pleasure was starting to get to his head, to his balls and body. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. The pressure had built to its breaking point. His climax was just around the corner, a second or two and Tysone knew he'd reach it, he'd cum. "Saya." He groaned, grabbing her pink hair, wrapping it around his fist, and pulling. Her body tensed up. "Fuck!" He hissed. Her hole clamped down on him tighter than a vise, pulling, urging him towards his limit.
His eyes rolled up, as her head did, their voices rising until her pussy quivered, and then spasmed around him in an all-engulfing, body-wracking orgasm.
Shit...
"C-Cum... Cumming! Oh! YESYESYES! I-I—TY!" Tysone followed right after, his balls tightening, a surge of unbridled, intense and powerful ecstasy coursed through his body. He threw his head back, having the slightest sobriety to pull out just in time and spray ropes of hot seed on her body. Their bodies trembled, shook, as wave after wave of pure bliss rocked them both.
Her ass jiggled with the last of his thrusts.
He came a copious amount of spunk on Saya. He kept jerking and twitching as thick strings of semen flew out. Most landed on the mattress and the bed sheets, while a lot ended up coating her soft thighs, back and the sides of her hips. The white, creamy essence dripped and formed small pools of thick cum on her pale skin. And, when it was all finally done, Tysone fell down on top of the pink-haired girl with a heavy groan.
They slowly disentangled, laying side by side. The sheets were so impregnated with their fluids that there wasn't a single dry spot.
Saya stared up at the ceiling with glassy eyes, and a faraway expression, her pink hair messy and sprawled across her face.
Tysone's breathing slowly evened out as he turned around, to stare at Saya.
A satisfied, lazy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. The smell of their union invaded her senses. That musky, sticky sensation, still tingled and squelched on her skin and nethers.
He looked down at the beauty. His eyes scanned over every feature. How she laid so comfortably beside him, naked, his cum still lathering her thighs.
She turned to face him. Her lips trembled as she tried to utter a response. Something. Anything. Her brows knitted together, her eyes wide and expressive. The afterglow of her first time was clearly visible, and oh-so-glorious, on her face. "I can't believe that happened..."
"I can't believe I somehow managed to pull out." He said, more surprised at his self-control than their first time together. "Man, my pull out game has evolved as well."
"Ty!"
She slapped his bare chest.
"Just kidding..."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah... I knew." A long, suffering sigh escaped from her lips.
Then her fingers moved to wipe off a trail of his semen that had trickled down her body.
Tysone felt himself getting hard all over again just by the simple act of having his cum being smeared and rubbed off by Saya's fingers.
His cock throbbed again. Once, and then a second, third time... it stood upright, a monument of masculine vigor.
"Ty...?" Unlike him, Saya's face expressed nothing but unadulterated surprise. More importantly, she had yet to recover, completely, from their first round. Her cunt was sore, her pussy aching.
"Well..." Tysone stared at his throbbing and pulsating member. It throbbed, even harder than their first time. There was a lingering ache, but seeing Saya's look of dumb surprise, as if she didn't know that a man's thing could grow once more. That was enough fuel for him. Enough for a second go. "Wanna do it again?"
"Ty..."
Saya gulped.
Author's Note:
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