belialedge: (fuck the law)
Ragna=the=Bloodedge ([personal profile] belialedge) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2024-10-21 09:04 am (UTC)

[ Gods, all it was going to take was a simple, subtle shift of her hips. Just a little higher and he could tip his cock just right and help her sink alllll the way down. Take a crack at trying to fit him in this lust-addled euphoria they find themselves drowning in together. If she thinks they've bitten the dust? Then he'll remain the anchor for both of them so that they may not drift too far away. Not when he wants to stay so close to her. Like her heat, her words, her promising tone, were all lifelines he couldn't imagine being without. ]

Yeah, show me, Monika.

[ Give him a fucking show. Tug the edge of those shorts aside and give him a good look at that perfect little pussy he's messed up time and time again. Give him a heavensent view of those tits that kept him up at night on numerous occasions. She's taunting him. He damn well knows it when she discards her top and her breasts spill out. From day one, Ragna's taken the time to lavish her with attention from top to bottom whenever they found themselves losing control around one another. But she knew it. He knew it. She can twist his arm for an answer and he'll tell her every time that he only wished he wasn't such a mindless little jackrabbit when the hunt was on. So that he could have better appreciated the sensation of her breasts wrapped around his cock the first time before they finished making a mess right on the basement floor.

This was their chance to rectify all of that. For as long as they pleased in this dreamscape where no one was around to bother them. He can handle her obsessive desires...if only because the diamond in him lusts and turns him into just as greedy of a beast. Their eyes lock after licking his lips, netting one celebratory squeeze of one of her generous breasts before she lays out the rules for him. He cums? He loses.

But Ragna can't just "give up" so easily. So while he nips at her bottom lip after the wettest, heated kiss that sees a thinning line of saliva break after glistening beneath the sun's rays, he's powerless to stop her as his hands smooth down her back, all the while shuffling himself to sit just a little more upright in his chair with those legs of his spread so that Monika can get comfortable. ]


I can't fight back like this! [ He sounds so broken up about it. Not. It's hard to sound broken up about it when his cock stands at attention in front of her face. ...But hey, if Monika ever needed a sun visor, she's got one right now. ] I'm taking every round after this one. Fair warning.

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