The feeling of being inside her was intoxicating, and all he could do was repeat the motions. There was a sinking in his stomach, something moving through him, down and out toward the tip of his dick. Her cunt gripped and held him perfectly, and every stroke scratched at a place he'd somehow missed every time he'd masturbated.
He was speeding up, shortening the time between each thrust, when he realized he'd been holding his breath. He blew it out with a heavy grunt, holding himself still inside her and trying to gather himself. Theo looked down and saw her panting as well, running her hands over his arms and to his chest while reseating herself again on the bed.
When he'd recovered enough, he bent down and took Emma's lips with his before resuming, slower this time. The kiss was rougher, as if to make up for the pace below, and she was doing a little biting of her own. He slowly built back up to the same speed as before, but this time he kept an even pace.
Her legs curled up around his waist and her hands went around his neck. Instead of supporting them both with his own hands on the bed, he wrapped them around her back and pinned her to the bed.
They continued like that for a few minutes, him pushing her down into the bed instead of up and back, before his movements started to become ragged and hurried. Emma broke off their kissing and pulled his ear to her lips.
"Is that all you've got, Teddy? Give it to me; I can take it."
He ground to a halt, half inside of her. He clamped down on the chain reaction that had been building, his entire body shivering in rebellion. It took everything he had not to throw himself off of her and storm out. But there was no reason for that. No, this was why he was here. And if she was asking for it, why not give it to her?
She waited patiently, something like a smile barely visible on her in the low light, while he recovered. He probed her a few times just to be sure he was back in control before leaping into action.
Words died on her lips, probably something snarky about him being ready, when he pulled out and got on his knees. Before she could say something else, he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach. A surprised yelp escaped her before he pulled her hips back to him and sunk back inside.
He didn't wait and instantly got back up to speed, actually fucking her into the headboard this time. Her hands gripped it for support and her cheek bumped it with each thrust. The wet, sloppy sounds of their sex filled the room, joined by near equal grunting and moaning. All the while the party's incessant basslines drowned them out.
One of her hands disappeared below her, and he realized she was playing with herself while he was fucking her. Her moans became deeper and more frequent. He gave her a particularly vicious pump and she let out a silky `yes' in reply.
Suitably encouraged, Theo gripped her waist tightly and got even rougher. At some point he slapped her ass, she cried so loud she actually buried her face in the pillow in fear of being heard over the music. Now he was throwing in a spank or two every once in a while, enjoying the visceral slap and sting of it as much as her response.
It couldn't last, though, and so as he began to convulse inside of her he used one hand on her shoulder to pull her as deep as possible while the other grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking her head back.
The release blew out of him, shaking throughout his body and dumping itself inside the condom. She was screaming, too, but he figured it was probably from the hair pulling. He let her go and she collapsed onto the bed while he fell back on his knees.
Holy shit. That... that actually happened. He'd just done all that. To this woman he just met. To someone he suspected wanted to use him for his money and connections, but still. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
He was jolted out of his introspection by a hand on his wrist pulling him down to the bed. He fell awkwardly, partially on top of her. She used her hand and the rolling of her body to position them on their sides, draping his arm over her so that his hand crossed her chest. She pushed back into him, nuzzling her ass into his crotch and sighing in apparent satisfaction.
Not really sure what else to do, he just held on, running his hand over her chest absently. Their breathing synced up and became a soothing sound as they lay there, and time passed comfortably like that.
Theo was just starting to feel like sleep would take him when she sat up and walked toward the door. The light coming on blinded him briefly, and she laughed at his expense. As his vision returned, she sauntered back over and planted a kiss on his lips. He returned it, but things were starting to make sense.
She began straightening herself up, which was a good idea since they were both a mess, so he did the same. He watched her while she fixed her underwear and then put her dress back on. Had he really just done all that with all that?
She saw him looking as she finished, and frowned. This was it. Any moment now, she was going to start asking for things. An invitation to one of his father's events, Inviting herself to a date at some fancy restaurant, or something similar.
But how does he handle it? Can he really say no after this? That was his intention; the only reason he went through with it. But looking at her... damn. How the fuck was he feeling like the bad guy?
"Look..." she said, drawing his attention back. "That was fun and all, but I'm not really looking for anything serious right now. Just having a little fun, ya know?"
What?
"We should totally do this again if we see each other at another one of these! Bye!"
And then the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, the first girl he'd ever kissed, ever touched, had sex with, slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving him standing there with an untucked shirt, his fly down, and a used condom in his hand.
Fuck. When was the next time he'd be at one of these parties? He'd need to ask Ruth.
What Are We Goning To Do With Our Hands?
(Автор: Anon??)
"Heterodyne, w-what are your fingers dOOOIIING!"
"I am marking you as mine, and mine alone." I growl as my fingers continue to work incessantly. "I am giving you the pleasure you crave, making sure you never forget to whom you belong."
"B-but it is too sudden, an — Aaaahhhh! God, please Don't Stop!" Dragon exclaims as I plunge myself into her.
She is bare before my eyes, naked. She has nothing to hide from me. "Oh, no." I whisper. "I am not stopping, but I want to hear it from you. I want your consent."
"I— I can't. Please, you know I can't give it to you."
"But you want it, don't you?" I say with a grin on my face.
Her silence is an answer all on itself.
"I am scared." Dragon suddenly says quietly. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't" I say gently before preparing myself. This, this is something I never expected to do.
"I love you, please be gentle." Dragon whispers to me with a moan.
"I love you," I answer back. "And because of that I can't stand knowing what has been done to you."
And then I overflow her with pleasure. My code makes it so that all she can think is of the never ending orgasm I am giving her, and thus I start editing her code. I start making sure Saint doesn't holds her leash any longer. I make sure Ritcher limitations don't exist anymore.
I make sure to leave a read-only note on her code saying /* Propriety of Heterodyne */
"You are all mine now," I whisper to Dragon as I caress the screen gently and let the code restraining her cease.
All I can hear from her side is her ragged breath as she comes to term with experiencing her first orgasm.
"What was that," Dragon manages to say after a few seconds. I grin and reply:
"An orgasm, something I hope to have the pleasure to experience with you after we finish your body."
"Don't worry." Dragon replies between pants. "As soon as we finish it... I am going to fuck your brains out."
Mecha-Shift
(Автор: Sword Stalker)
The weather outside matched the atmosphere inside the building the Pre— Endbringer fight meeting was taking place in far better than anyone wished it did.
Dark and grim.
Few even looked up from their own thoughts and preparations when the newest Tinker in Brockton Bay walked through the doors.
Mecha-Shift, builder of weapons, as he called himself. The Independent Hero was clad in his deceptively light appearing powered armor, he walked forward and accepted his communication band from Dragon without a word.
Unusual for him, he was usually always speaking, either to those around him or to himself, `Organizing his thoughts' he called it.
`Crazy' is what most others called it.
10 minutes until Leviathan arrived, until one in four of them would most likely die...
He then approached Armsmaster, whom was finishing the coordinating between the others who had shown up.
"I have something." He spoke little more than a whisper to the bearded man. "something that might just give us an edge." He looked Armsmaster dead in the eye, his voice devoid of the usual snark and sarcasm.
He truly believed it would work.
After all, he gave it ten charges.
"When will you have it ready?" Dragon interjected, her armored suit stepping forward, ignoring the whispering of the gathered heroes and villains.
"It will be in position in three minutes."
Five minutes before Leviathan would arrive...
With his piece said, Mecha-Shift turned on his heel and walked fairly quickly out the door, towards which a number of the gathered people had begun to hear a loud droning sound, a number stepping outside into the as rain began to fall.
Dragon and Armsmaster quickly joined them stopping cold at what they saw.
A hammer that could redirect gravity in the direction it was swung, a spear that scoffed at the very idea of physics, a shoulder mounted rail gun, a pistol modeled after the Thompson Contender that fired rounds at speeds nearing relativistic.
These were the kind of weapons others had seen Mecha-Shift use and therefore presumably build.
They all paled in comparison to the thing in front of them...
260 feet of steel, given the shape of a man, two words painted along the forearms of the giant robot before them.
Gypsy Danger...
"Sometimes..." Mecha-Shift spoke to those staring in awe, or fear at his creation, "to defeat monsters, we have to create monsters of our own."
The back of his armor lit up as his flight systems engaged, lifting him from the ground. "Keep everyone back as long as you feel necessary, I going to try and kill that thing here and now."
And with that the Tinker flew toward the head of the titan before them.
For the first time in years, the gathered heroes and villains felt a small piece of hope, hope that they might just survive this day.
That there might just be something, that will make the Endbringers feel fear.
And then something something something Lewds happen.
A Totally Vanilla Threesome
(Автор: Fedorable)
Vicky sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and massaging it while Dean worked her shoulders— and occasionally her breasts. She wasn't even mad. They were about to have a threesome after all. "Amy, I don't think it's a good idea..."
"But-"
"Amy," Dean started, his voice soft, "This is an extremely intimate thing we're about to do."
Amy pouted. "At least admit you're curious!"
Dean smiled. "I am, but that's for another time," he said, slipping one hand under Vicky's top. "When it comes to sex, it's all about consent, right?"
The biomancer deflated a little. "Yeah..." she sniffled.
Vicky rolled her eyes and snuggled her sister close. "Okay, how about this, if you can keep your urges under control for now, I'll help you make a big long list of all the things we can try when we're ready to."
Amy's eyes went so big Vicky was almost afraid they'd pop out. "All the things?" she whispered, in awe and anticipation.
Vicky couldn't suppress her wince. "Well, maybe not all the things, but definitely everything we can think of at the tiiiIME-AH!"
Dean smirked and pressed his lips into her neck as his fingers slipped between her warm flesh and wet panties. Amy squealed in delight. "I could just kiss you right now!"
Dean smirked. "Well, we are having a threesome..."
Vicky's mouth was quickly occupied.
The Offer
(Автор: Fedorable)
I was lying on the couch in casual jeans and t-shirt, reading a book, when it happened.
Ding-dong.
Urgh, that annoying bell. Honestly, couldn't Carol go for something with a less cliche'd and far less irritating noise? I sighed, put in my bookmark, and hauled myself to my feet. They were quite sore; walking to and around a hospital for eight hours at a time could do that. Peeking through the peephole (you wouldn't believe the things I'd seen through there), I found an average looking guy in a casual, yet seemingly business-like getup.
Huh, maybe they wanted to donate in person.
I took a deep breath and put on my less-grumpy face before opening the door. "Hi, this is the Dallon residence, how can I help you?"
The man took half a step back and looked me over— oh god not another perverted— "Hi there, I'm James Ironwood." he stuck out his hand, which I shook on reflex. And holy shit that was new. His endorphin levels, testosterone, sperm productivity— hey, I don't want to look but my power gives me all or nothing. And I don't really get the second option.
This guy had been getting laid. Lots.
I stared at him for a moment, stunned. I think my jaw might have dropped a little.
He grinned bashfully and ended the shake quickly, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling. "Uhh, yeah, sorry about that."
What I wanted to say was, "It's okay, that kinda thing happens more often than you think."
What came out of my mouth was a blurted, "Holy shit! What do you do for a living?!"
The moment I realized what I'd said, I clapped my hands over my mouth and backed away, my face tomato-red as I mumbled apologies. Just as I tried to shut the door he reached out and stopped it. "Actually," he said softly— my god he had such a smooth voice— "That's what I'd like to talk to you about, if you're interested."
I stopped my backpedaling and stared at him. "Wha?"
"A... ahem, business opportunity, if you will." he elaborated. "May I come in? If you're interested, I mean," he hurried to add. "This is likely going to be an extremely awkward conversation and it'll probably be easier to discuss sitting down."
I nodded numbly and stepped aside, directing him to the lounge. As he brushed past me I got a whiff of his cologne— or perfume? He smelled... kinda like cinnamon buns. Warm and inviting...
