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Mond’s most sought after man was one who didn’t have any interest in women at all. He was grumpy and dispassionate, but incredibly attractive. His silky red hair contrasted with his sleek black coat. Anyone could tell he was a rich man, but he didn’t flaunt it. In fact, he hardly went out at all. One of the only social interactions the solitary man had was when he worked to tend the bar inside the walls of the city.
Although he was hard to find, you knew it wasn’t impossible if you happened to be in the right place at the right time, and only then would your dreams of seducing him come true.
There he was, standing hunched over behind the counter depressingly, but the bar was empty. It was two minutes into the bar’s official closing time, after all.
“You must be-“
“No,” he shut you down quickly, but took a step forward, “I’m not serving you anything”.
“I’ll serve YOU something,” you said, winking.
“No, fuck off, I’m about to close this place up”.
“But you’re opening my pussy up,” you giggle.
“Well that changes everything,” he smirked.
“Really?” You said, swiftly pulling your shirt off.
“No. Put your clothes back on”.
“But not before you take the rest of them off~”.
“Fine, but don’t expect to be able to walk tomorrow”.
You stripped completely as he aggressively unbuckled his belt. He grabed you by the waist and lifted you onto the bar’s counter, standing between your legs.
His moist lips smashed against your own. You could feel his hot breath blow into your throat and enter your lungs, spreading his burning desire throughout your entire body. His mouth then trailed across your jawline and down your neck, pausing to skillfully suckle a red mark onto your skin. He then went lower, taking one nipple into his mouth and infatuatedly sucking on it while his other hand massaged your soft, perky breast tissue. Throwing your head back, you moaned gracefully.
“You’ve made me quite mad, coming in here and seducing me like that,” he said, nipping at your hardened, fleshy bud. He grabbed you once more and ripped you from your position, flipping you around and pressing you against the cold counter.
He brought his hand to your soft asscheek harshly. The stinging pain sent chills up your spine, and the surface of your skin tingled.
He spanked you again, a bit harder. As he repeatedly struck you, your body begged to be stimulated. By the time he was finished, your bare bottom was bright red, and your folds were dripping with anticipation. With his strength, he spun you around again. His finger slowly teased your swollen clit, smearing your juices around the meat of your labia.
At last, his throbbing cock emerged from its fabric prison, springing out proudly. You almost gasped at the size, it was massive. His blue veins shone through his glass-like pale skin, and the head was a lovely shade of pink that you wanted so desperately to devour. Your womb ached from simply imagining the damage it would do to your insides. Lifting you up, he toyed with your entrance before slowly sheathing himself inside of your tunnel.
His warm, pulsing length reached deep inside of you, stretching your tight walls to their limit.
He began thrusting inside of you with no mercy, slamming repeatedly into your sensitive, spongy spot.
“Don’t you dare cum before I let you,” he growled as your moans became more breathless. It was going to be a difficult task, but the punishment for not following the rules was intimidating.
His slippery snake toyed at the entrance to your womb, bringing forth a guttural moan from the depths of your soul.
“That’s right, oink for me you filthy little boar,” he whispered aggressively in your ear. The vibrations of his voice left echoes replaying in your brain as he continued to slam himself deep inside of you. The delicate sack of his that carried his future children slapped against your body, dipping them in your unique secretions.
You hesitantly mumbled a noise which somewhat resembled what a pig would sound like, but the unsatisfied face he made told you it wasn’t enough. You squealed a little louder, hoping it would please him, but he refused to pleasure your body to its maximum potential until you let out your most impressive oink. Parting your plush lips, you squealed with all your might, over and over again until you couldn’t make a decipherable noise any longer. Just as you were about to reach climax, Diluc stopped. Lucky for you, he stopped just in time to save your orgasm for later.
“I’m going to spread my sticky seed all over your filthy whore body,” he huffed as he pulled out, barely in time to squirt his semen onto your bare chest and stomach. “Smear it around for me, my little slut, I want you glazed like a donut”.
You did as you were told, spreading the chromosomes across your body as if you were a delectable treat.
“Good girl, but I’m not going to let you cum until you show me your wild side,” he said, shoving you to the floor, “crawl around and oink sexily”. You did as you were told, shuffling your limbs to hastily crawl back and forth on your knees. You oinked for the man, who was pleased with the display in front of him. Finally satisfied, he gestured to the counter again and you slipped yourself back under him.
His fingers parted to make a skinny V with your pink clitoris between them. The intense stimulation from both sides had your orgasm arriving in an instant, moans escaping from your vocal chords uncontrollably.
“I better not see you here at this time again, or else you’re going to have it much worse,” he said, pulling his pants back on. What he really meant was, come to the bar every night at that time because he was going to be taking out all of his trauma and depression on your body through sexual acts. You’d definitely be back.