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Oh God, how often has she needed to endure Julie's gushing about Frank and what ‘mindblowing’ things they do behind closed doors. Thanks to the resort's shabby state, she had heard the real thing more often than not - Julie's high-pitched moans and Frank's disgusting version of dirtytalk. ‘You're so tight. Who's your daddy? Yesss, say my name.’ Susie can't understand how Julie can hear any of that without either bursting into tears of laughter or throwing up, let alone think it’s hot.
“Oh, believe me, Suze. You're missing out.” And Julie's sporting that little private smile, as if she's letting Susie in on her dirty little secret. Allowing her a glimpse into a world she has no access to.
Susie clenches her jaw, keeps her lips tightly shut to take a deep breath through her nose. Otherwise, she worries she might say something she would definitively regret, because Julie does not like it when Susie doesn’t appreciate her little stories. In a way, though, she does. Her heart feels full with the knowledge that she’s important enough to Julie to share these things with her; it’s lighthearted, fun. Gossiping like in old times. But she dreads that Frank needs to be their topic of choice; hates that Julie shares these things with him, even though he doesn’t deserve it.
“Ah, I dunno…” Susie mutters, chewing on the inside of her cheek. It’s not like she doesn’t know that, but existing in a place like this doesn’t especially offer many opportunities to change anything about it. Especially, when she in truth only wants to be close to Julie. That’s nothing she wants to think about, though, and much less to admit out loud. She’d actually prefer to hear more about Julie’s and Frank’s fucking adventures - okay, maybe rather not.
Suddenly, Julie’s face lights up, eyes widening like those of a mad genius. Susie has a feeling she won’t like what follows. Not at all.
“You know, you could just score with a surv, right? I mean, Danny fucks those chicks all the time! No idea whether it’s the mask that makes them spread their legs like that, or they’re just that desperate for hatch, but why can’t a girl do that shit too?” She gestures wildly, really making an effort to sell her argument, as if it’s the best idea she’s ever had. And now she’s looking at Susie expectantly. Just waiting for her to wholeheartedly agree.
Susie laughs quietly, hopes the uncomfortable nervousness doesn’t creep into her voice. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” And when Julie’s expression already begins to sour, the crease between her eyebrows deepens, the corners of her lips lower, Susie rushes to say more, while her brain struggles to come up with an acceptable reason for her uncertainty. “Just… I’m not sure the thing running this place would like that, no? Relationships between survs and killers?”
Somehow, it’s both the right and the wrong answer. Julie rolls her eyes and huffs, exasperated. “Still always the teacher’s pet, huh?” Even though shame and another, much more bitter feeling Susie doesn’t want to analyze, gnaw at her stomach, she likes that reproach more than the alternative of Julie knowing the truth; that she'd rather stab herself a handful of times than let one of those crybabies lay a finger on her. “When that thing's not caring about Danny doing it, why should it be different for you?” Julie pushes, irritation bleeding into her voice.
Susie looks down again, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she nods hesitantly. “You're right…” Probably. Most likely. Either way, Susie doesn’t want to argue about it, feeling too defeated already.
Suddenly, Julie's voice softens, and when Susie looks up, she sees that her friend looks at her with something close to sympathy. “Don’t worry about it, Suze. Really. You just gotta let loose once in a while! Believe me!”
Her smile is contagious, and a mirroring one sneaks on Susie's lips. “If you say so,” she laughs, shrugging her shoulders. Hoping, just a little, that discussion might end here if she doesn't contribute any more to it.
Of course that won't do. “Sooo… let's talk about possibilities! Who do ya think 's the hottest?” And she grins excitedly, even leans forward to scrutinize Susie.
Susie thinks about it for a little too long, tempted to mumble another ‘I dunno’, but Julie's eyes already turn sharper, so she blurts out the best first name that comes to mind. “Renato maybe?”
Julie actually looks surprised for a second. “The Brazilian boy?” And when Susie nods, she mulls the name over, deciding whether she would agree. “Well, he's kinda cute. Got that sad puppy look.”
“Mhmm… But I only like him with his hair dyed blond.”
“Oh?” Julie pipes up, tilting her head. “Didn’t take you for a blond enjoyer. Doesn’t he look kinda cheap with that?”
Susie shrugs sheepishly. Something about it just fits, in her opinion. He reminds her of some famous singer, or a model. Plus, the blond hair reminds her of Julie, and its somewhat fucked up, ridiculously pathetic, that so little is needed for her thoughts to always return to her. She doesn’t say anything about that, of course.
“Well, he cries too much anyway. His sobs depress me,” Susie declares, a tone of finality to her voice, effectively ruling him out.
“What about the cop? Some of them call him rookie?”
“You mean Leon?” Susie asks, and Julie stares at her, aghast. As if she's suddenly grown a second head. “What?”
“How do you even know all their names?”
“Uh… We've been here a while already. They kinda just stick?”
“Aha.” Well, that sounds like she’s convinced… but before Susie has a chance to explain herself further - even though there’s nothing to explain, really, just because she remembers some of their names, doesn’t mean she holds any attachments or anything to them - Julie swiftly continues. “Yeah, so what about Leon?”
“Ugh, same problem. Dude sounds like a dying puppy.”
“But that’s cute!” Julie argues while she throws her hands in the air in a come on kind of fashion. Susie shakes her head, cringes as she recalls his pitiful sounds.
“Cute, maybe, but who the hell does that turn on?”
Julie mulls that over for a second - a little too long, so Susie shoots her a look that’s basically the epitome of ‘are you serious?’ before Julie relents and nods in agreement, struggling to mirror Susie's serious stare before she breaks out into a fit of giggles. Susie tries to keep up her deadpan expression, but soon enough both of them are laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.
“Also, who wants to fuck a cop?” Susie adds, and the way Julie jabs her in the shoulder and throws her head back with laughter makes her insides feel warm and tingly.
“Okay okay, you're right. So, who else's blond?”
Both of them are quiet for a moment, mentally going through the survivor roster. Susie’s mind is painfully blank, and when it comes up with something, she has to bite on her tongue to not let names like Kate or Cheryl slip. Thankfully - or well, maybe it’s actually the opposite - Julie is one step ahead of her, as always. “Uh, what about that German guy? Richter?”
“Close enough. Felix. Richter’s his surname.”
At this, Julie actually groans and rolls her eyes. “You know who I mean. He’s blond! Tall, nice chest. He looks pretty hot in his suits, actually.”
Even though her enthusiasm is contagious, Susie can’t imagine anything could convince her to go along with this. Maybe if she finds enough reasons to rule out Julie’s suggestions, that will be enough for her to drop the whole topic? And yet… She feels bad about not even considering it. Especially when Julie’s really trying for her sake after all.
“Isn’t he a bit old?” Susie ponders. A white lie. Someone a little older, with tons of experience, sounds exciting. Another reason why she wouldn’t go for Renato or Leon, even if she were into guys like that - they didn’t seem the type to know how to really take care of someone. And she is one hundred percent not ready to be their test piece.
“You think? He’s in his early thirties, no?” But Julie takes a moment to mull over the objection, until suddenly her pink lips curl into a bright smile. “Oh, you won’t believe what Danny told me earlier. Did you know Richter’s got a girlfriend out there? And they’ve got a baby on the way? Poor guy.” And despite her words being surprisingly empathetic, the cruel excited edge to her words tells a whole different story. Susie can’t think too much about that, though. Not when her mind dissects this new piece of information. “But you know… He must be at least pretty decent, for a woman to let herself get knocked up by him, right?”
Funnily enough, the thought just went through Susie’s head too. She barely knows anything about the man. He’s conventionally attractive, sure, but otherwise seems pretty uninteresting. An architect. Whew. Sounds like he’s loaded, sure, but that’s where the fun ends, right? But something about him being a father… That gets her blood pumping. God, either she’s more fucked in the head than she’d thought, or she’s got more buried daddy issues than she’d thought. Nevertheless, he must be a good lover, right? Gentle, sweet, caring enough that a woman wanted him to create a life together. Or at least fucking awesome in bed.
As if she’s expecting another rejection, Julie reaches for her hand and she holds it close when she says, “Come on, Suze. Just live a little. I want you to have fun once in a while, too.” And her voice is so soft, so earnest, just like her eyes. Susie can barely withstand her gaze; her face heats up, blush creeps into her cheeks. “Let’s make a deal, okay? Let fate decide. If one of your next three trials is with Richter, you’re going to show him a good time, alright? And if not, then I’ll drop the subject. Deal?” And she lets her hand slip out of Susie’s to wag her pinkie finger in front of her face.
Susie bites on her lip, considering the offer. There are so many of them running around in the trials now, how high can the probability be for Felix to be in her next trial? And if simply striking a silly deal is going to make Julie happy, how could she refuse?
So she curls her pinkie around Julie’s.
“Deal.”
And when Julie’s laugh as she jumps up and wraps her arms around Susie in the biggest hug, Susie is sure this must definitely be worth it.
Their conversation bothers her quite a while afterwards. On the one hand she wants to forget about the whole thing, because she hasn’t really considered going through with it anyway. But on the other, she really doesn’t want to disappoint Julie, and lying to her makes her feel fucking awful. So she’s always switching between dismissing the idea as ridiculous, and actually trying to open up to it.
When at first one and then another trial goes by and there’s no sight of Felix, she’s relieved, almost certain luck’s on her side this time. And then she’s called for the third and there he is - standing around the campfire, a medkit clutched in his hand, looking as optimistic as ever.
Susie’s palms sweat, while her heart thunders in her chest. Fuck. She’s made a deal. Nothing else to do but go through with it, now.
She lets the trial itself play out like usual, only takes special care to not bring too much harm to Felix. By the end, his teammates are strewn across the desolate desert landscape of the boneyard, in various states of dying. The blond girl, Cheryl, is already gone, Susie made sure of that. She had concentrated most of her efforts on killing her as early as possible, and had been close to infuriated when Felix had protected her fiercely throughout the trial, as if he had realized Susie's plan early on. Now, it wouldn’t take much longer for the drummer, whose name she hasn’t learned yet, and Sable to follow her. After sprinting around the realm, back to where she’s left Felix in some remote corner, she comes to a stop in front of his sprawled out broken body.
As a child, she loved to play with dolls. She didn't own many, not even from any fancy brand, but they were hers. And she imagined all kinds of fantasies for them. Making them fall in love was her favorite, the more dramatic the better. After years of playing, drawing on them, giving them strange haircuts with a scissor, the girl doll and the boy doll had been hardly distinguishable. Her daddy had thrown them out while she was at school, and when she had been close to tears, he had beaten her, telling her she was too old to cry like a baby, let alone to play with dolls.
As she's standing above Felix, she's reminded of the boy doll; blond, slim, bright blue eyes. Just there for her to play with in any way she wants. She could rearrange his limbs, twist them, disfigure him until he looked just like it. If only she had no other plans. Somehow, she thinks that would be a waste, anyway.
Well, she got him pretty good after all; his suit’s cut into shreds, revealing deep wounds littered across his whole form. He’s bleeding out. Delirious with blood loss, he barely reacts to her arrival; he’s still breathing, blinking dizzily, but his eyes wander slowly, trying to fight off the exhaustion to track her movements.
The blade of her knife glistens as she draws it, taking a deep breath to steady herself for the next steps. That gets a reaction out of him after all. His eyes widen in horror, and he makes a small, scared sound. Susie’s glad to have her initial assumption proven right, that her plan is working as intended - he’s really too far gone to be able to fight her off. Maybe she shouldn’t have been too scared about it, considering the thing making the rules in this place would never allow a surv to overpower her. But she doesn’t want him to struggle. She wants him soft, pliant. As willing as possible.
“You want hatch, right?” She asks, putting on her sweetest smile.
His brow furrows in confusion. He tries to open his mouth, say something in return, but the sounds are too quiet, too raspy. Susie can’t understand a thing, so she leans down to hear him better.
“Please…”
Ugh. She will take that as a yes.
“Nice! So, let’s make a deal, then. You’ll let me do my thing, and afterwards you can leave. Sounds neat, right?”
So before her nerves could get the best of her, she stands above his body and lowers herself to straddle his lap. He groans quietly, but otherwise stays perfectly still, and she likes to imagine this already feels good to him, even though she most likely messes with his wounds more than anything. Raising her knife elicits another scared sound from him, this time more of a protest, and she shushes him as she leads it underneath his suit jacket.
“Don’t worry. This won’t hurt,” she promises, just as she lets the blade glide through the fabric.
The blood-soaked scraps fall to the floor and her eyes stay glued to the litany of cuts. She can’t help but trace one of them, mindlessly drawing a little heart in the blood seeping out. When the muscles underneath her fingertips quiver, she pays more attention to them, pushes her fingers into them, really kneads the taut flesh. She’s fascinated, a little surprised; he’s got a lean build, that much was obvious even through the suits, but an architect that’s gonna be a dad… is this fit? Expecting something closer to a dad bod had obviously been a mistake. She can’t complain, though.
There's something special about him; his elegant face, the long lashes fanning over his pronounced cheekbones, his lean waist. Not exactly feminine, but somewhat. An alluring contrast to the muscles hidden under his tight clothes. She likes it; more than she had expected.
Slowly, she lets her fingers wander upwards, over his chest and when they brush his right nipple, he gasps wetly. She giggles quietly before she rakes her nails over it, and that small action elicits a confused sound, almost a whimper. While she hates that coming from Renato and Leon, she realizes Felix's is different; it’s soft, breathless, and it shoots straight to her core, makes her hips shift unconsciously to rub against him. He's not hard yet, at least she can't feel much of a bulge press up against her, but the rigid fabric of his suit pants, as well as his belt buckle provide a nice sort of friction.
Overwhelmed by the sudden wave of arousal, she follows a very dumb impulse - but she can regret that later. Now, she strips off her mask and sets it aside carelessly, before she places both hands on his pecs for support to lean forward and nudge her tongue against the small bud. It’s firm and she likes that, so she peppers it with little kitten licks, closes her lips around it and sucks.
“Stop…”
It's barely more than a whisper, almost disappears in the hot breeze. She raises her head, looks up at Felix's face questioningly before she sighs, annoyed.
“Okayyy… You're no fun.”
After she has sat up, she takes another look at the abused nipple, now so deliciously red, and grins to herself. Satisfied with her work, she slides down to sit across his thighs while her hands glide further down as well. They run through the coarse trail of hair leading to his zipper, which she opens with deft fingers, before she pulls down his pants as well as his underwear, just enough to be out of the way for what she’s got in mind next.
But before she can do anything she pauses, eyes fixed on the naked skin that she’s just revealed. The cock nestled in a nest of soft blond curls is smaller than she’s imagined it to be, and yet she’s just… fascinated. Even a little hesitant to touch it. Ridiculous, considered everything that’s happening in this world is severely fucked up, not justifiable by any standards she’s used to, but somehow this feels so intimate, even more forbidden. But living under her strict parents, she’s learned that she hates nothing more than the forbidden, so she reaches out and takes his cock in hand.
It’s flaccid - understandably so, considering he’s lost so much blood. She hasn’t considered that possibility before, and she almost panics. What if this is going to fail because she’s been too rough with him after all? But she pushes the thought away, not allowing her anxiety to fuck up this moment.
So she’s going to get him hard. No problem, right? Can’t be too hard… Hah.
She shuffles further down to lay across his legs, cheek pushed against his inner thigh. His legs are covered in fine hairs and they tickle her skin. This close, the smell of sweat and blood, musky and metallic, is so much more potent, although she realizes she doesn’t mind that much. She wants to defy the anxiety still bubbling in her guts, itches to reclaim her sense of control, so she decides to take extra time to explore.
And she starts by running a finger over the full length of his cock, down to his balls. She nudges against them timidly at first, but eventually she grows bolder, rubbing her fingertips over the wrinkly skin. Felix keeps making small noises, mumbles something that almost sounds like ‘What are you doing?’ but it’s so quiet she can’t really tell for sure and she’s not that interested in being distracted anyway, so she just continues fondling his cock, letting her warm breath fan over it.
When she wraps her hand around it, her thumb strokes over the head, teasing the foreskin wrapped tautly around it. Although it looks strange, it feels so smooth. Curious, she gives his cock a firm stroke, and even though the glide is dry, way too rough, she realizes it’s slowly starting to harden; and not only that, but it seems to grow in size. Maybe this won’t be that difficult. He just needs a little push, and he’ll be ready to go.
But… should she really? She eyes his cock thoughtfully, mouth tingling in curious anticipation. Jerking him to hardness will be difficult without any lube, she figures, and even though she could use saliva, she’s tempted to find out how he might feel on her tongue, what he tastes like. But what if it’s awful, absolutely nasty? A jittery feeling flutters in her chest, but she pushes it decidedly away, instead leaning in before she can change her mind.
She carefully holds his cock up so she has space to press her lips against the underside, mouthing against a protruding vein she hasn’t even noticed before. Gingerly, her tongue peeks out, laps at the skin and she’s relieved to find out it doesn’t taste like much at all. A little salty, probably sweat from all the running around, but not bad. After this discovery, caution is thrown to the wind and she starts to suckle at the head, covering it with small licks like it’s a lollipop, even trying to worm her tongue inside the enveloping skin. Salt erupts fresh on her tongue, so much stronger now, and Felix’s hips underneath her jerk, small tremors wrecking his body.
She pulls back a little, grinning up at him, even though he can’t raise his head to meet her gaze.
“You like that, huh?”
Pride settles warm in her chest, and she strokes his cock once more, pulling back the foreskin. His tip is a cute shade of pink, glistening with her saliva and a small milky drop, and she leans in once more to wrap her lips around it. Just as she's about to take it in deeper, the silence, so far only filled by his gasps and her increasingly heavier breathing, is shattered by him unexpectedly speaking up.
“Please stop… I've got a girlfriend.” His voice is so hoarse, completely fucked by all the screaming and crying throughout the trial, and it breaks off in the end, once again losing itself in a whisper. The horror echoing in it is unmistakable, though.
Susie scrunches her nose in irritation. She lets his half-hard cock flop out of her mouth, raises her head enough so he can at least somewhat see her expression that already speaks for itself, practically screaming ‘oh really?’
“Duh, I know, silly! Don't worry, I won't tell her,” she retorts, snorting in amusement when his face falls in bitter disappointment.
When he doesn’t say anything else, exhaustion probably taking over again, she just shrugs and gets back to work. Without hesitation, she swallows him down, caught off guard when he bumps against the back of her throat and she almost gags. She hasn't considered that before, but she won't give up now - fuck, despite having no experience with this, she's not a damn loser, she can do this! So she struggles against her throat closing up painfully, even when tears spring to her eyes. She bops her head a little, nails biting into the pale skin of Felix's thighs to ground herself.
Felix chokes back a sound above her as his cock pulses on her tongue. He whimpers something that sounds like a name, pleads Susie to stop and she should be annoyed, but somehow the contrary is the case. She feels something inside her core twitch, again and again, while heat rushes through her. It's so fucking arousing; that in a moment like this, barely lucid because of blood loss and pain, loyalty is still at the forefront of his mind. He's a good partner, would be a good father. A good man. Probably misses his family like hell. She craves that - for someone to care for her like that.
Once she withdraws, she’s gasping for air, proudly looking down on the fruit of her efforts while wiping away the excess drool from the corner of her lips. He’s leaking precum, and has almost grown twice his initial size. Fuck. How’s that supposed to fit? She grasps his erection tightly, really gets a feel for the hardness. So that's what's all the fuss about? Well, she likes how heavy it lies in her hand, thinks the pink tip is kind of cute, but other than that… This is what Julie wants so much that she can't see how much Susie likes her? This is all Susie lacks to be loved? She gives the thing a long stroke, which must be much too rough considering Felix's pained groan, and yet it twitches wildly in her grasp.
Well, enough time spent for prep. Letting his cock slip from her fist, she watches giddily as it flops down, bops against his stomach only to stay in a half standing position. She raises herself up on her knees, slipping off her panties just enough so she can cut through the fabric with her knife, throwing them aside carelessly, just before she crawls up his body and pulls up her skirt. Wrapping her hand around his erection once more, she rubs it between her folds, gasping when she realizes how wet she really is, because once it catches on the rim of her hole, the tip almost instantly pops inside.
“Fuuuck…” She breathes out in a low moan, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Mein Engel… bitte vergib mir.” Barely a whisper, and Susie has no idea what that means, just German gibberish, but one word sounds almost like angel and she likes that a lot.
“Yes, call me that. Come on, lemme be your angel.”
Eyes squeezed shut, she places her hands on his chest for support as she starts to slowly sink down on his cock, taking in quick little gasps to get her through the initial pain. The small twitches of his cock, combined with the quiet low moan he tries desperately to bite back drive her crazy and she wonders how good this feels for him, if he’s close to coming already, precum leaking into her pussy. The thought spurs her on to push through the pain, bite into her underlip until she can taste blood, and finally the resistance inside her yields, gives way to the full length of his cock and it buries itself inside her to the hilt.
For a second, she can only sit on his lap with shaking thighs, breath stuck in her lungs. She’s so full. Curiously, one hand slips to her tummy, prodding against the soft flesh, almost expecting to feel the outline of his cock. Mildly disappointed that she can’t, she opens her eyes again and her hand finds its way back to his stomach, where she rakes her nails over the skin, grazing over one of his deeper cuts. Fresh blood seeps out and she dips her index finger in, mesmerized by the slick sensation. Carefully, she starts to grind her hips, relishes in the way his pulsing cock drags against her inner walls.
A quiet whimper catches her attention and when she looks up to his face it’s wet, glistening with tears.
“Ahh, stop crying. This feels good, right?” She coos at him, raising her hips, experimenting how far she can go for him to almost slip out, squeezing teasingly around the tip, only to sink down once more.
“Fuck, you're so big… Bet I'm tighter than your girlfriend, right?” And she shudders when she feels him twitch inside her at that. If he were a little more lucid… Maybe he'd use those large hands of his, place them on her hips, grip her tightly so he could thrust up into her, or just steady her so she could grind harder on him. Maybe he'd play with her tits, tell her how perfect they are, not too small - even though they might be, compared to Julie's.
She feels something heavy in her stomach, a sense of loneliness that’s always there, just sometimes easier to ignore. She doesn’t want to feel it now, so he reaches for his right hand, pushes the palm against her tit. His fingers brush against her nipple and she gasps, rubs his hand harder against the skin, urges him to tease it, just a little.
“Please… Come on, fucking do something,” she hisses, eyes closed, moving her hips faster. And she cries out when he unexpectedly does, pinching the sensitive bud between thumb and index.
“Oh God yes, please, fuck.”
Out of her mind with lust, she takes his hand away, pushes it down to her dripping core, nudging it against her clit. At first, he doesn’t react and when she looks up, his eyes are rolling into the back of his head, consciousness slipping. “Hey, no no, not now,” she protests, agitated, and when he doesn’t react, she slaps him across the face, hard enough for him to come back to her. “Just a little more, then you can go, okay? Just… please,” and by now she’s frantically rubbing against his thumb while grinding down on his cock, so desperate for more of his touch.
And even though he only manages to look up at her through half-lidded, his fingers start to move; rub against her clit in small circles, teasing her just right. A high-keening moan is punched out of her chest, shakes through her whole body along with the pleasure. Fucking finally.
Of course he would touch her in the end. Maybe he’s not such a good man after all, and when the opportunity presents itself, he would fuck a young girl like her without any remorse. Fucking men. Piece of shit, just like her daddy. Anger wells up in her, conflicts with the need for him to touch her more, to want her more. She no longer knows what she wants her perfect doll to be, her grip on the fantasy slipping out of her fingers. Maybe he doesn’t want her, just obeys her wishes to get out? Or out of pity? All those thoughts buzz around in her head and she pushes them away, decides she doesn’t care, she just needs to come. And she needs to feel him come, too.
“You can cum inside me. Just let go.” She breathes shakily, tone close to pleading, almost hysterical as her hands caress his toned stomach. “Missed that after all this time without her, huh? I bet you’ve got a lot to give to me.” God yes, she wants that more than anything. Needs to be filled up, to have something of him to keep inside her. Even though she couldn’t possibly get pregnant in this place, she wants to pretend she can. He will give her anything she wants, and he will be hers alone. Even if she’ll slit his throat, mutilate him beyond recognition, throw him away after all of this - the choice will be hers alone.
That sense of power pushes her to bounce on his lap until his small cries soften into moans and his cock twitches almost incessantly, dangerously hovering over the edge. “Fucking cum already, you piece of shit. Give it to me,” she hisses, clenching her teeth as she speeds up even more, focussing on clenching and twitching around him.
And finally a rush of heat shoots through her core, wet and perfect. Instantly, she presses down on his lap, takes him all the way in to not miss even one second of the sensation of his cock spurting deep inside of her.
“Yesss… Let it all out.” She murmurs, lips curled into a manic smile.
She feels like she’s losing her mind, almost losing her momentum as well, the strength to hold herself up, but her fingers bite into the skin of his waist as she rocks her hips desperately. His hand, nerve-wrackingly still while he’s been coming, finally moves again, sluggish but firm as he rubs against her clit once more and the tension in her stomach snaps. She grinds on him, works herself through the peak of pleasure, and moans breathlessly when she feels another spurt of cum squirt into her.
When the moment’s over, all energy seeps out of her and she collapses on his chest, cheek pressed over his heart. His pulse is slow, irregular, and she lets the sound lull her into something close to tranquility, closing her eyes for a while.
When she comes to again, silence greets her. She looks up and his eyes are devoid of any thought; yet, his face looks oddly peaceful. Huh. Maybe she’s been a little too rough after all. She pushes herself up and his soft cock slips out of her. She can’t believe she mourns the feeling of fullness, but she doesn’t analyze the feeling, or what it might mean for her fundamentally. Instead, she lazily crawls up the length of his body, leans down and presses a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, which hangs open slightly.
“I’ll give you hatch next time. Promise.”