A/N: Oh wow, I'm so glad you guys like it! I was a bit nervous about writing it but this series just won't stop giving me ideas. Hope you continue to enjoy it! _________________________________________ Charons cock was achingly hard and he knew what she wanted, positioning himself at her core before edging himself into her. She cried out his name and gripped his shoulders with her nails.
“You are mine,” he growled, looking down at her intensely as he rolled his hips, feeling every tense of her muscles.
She reached up to kiss him, “Yours.”
He began to thrust into her, slowly and deeply, earning gasps from her mouth into his. Isadora moved her hips up against him, matching his rhythm and trying to speed him up. His hands gripped her hipbones hard, pinning them down so that he could keep up his slower more deliberate stroke.
“No, babygirl, I want it slow today,” he chastised her, finding himself getting into this new little thing they were doing. If he hadn’t been buried to the hilt in her, he may have wanted to laugh at himself for calling her babygirl, but right now it felt too god damn hot.
The almost painful pressure of his hands on her, mixed with the dirty talk was making her head spin. She knotted a hand in a patch of his hair and pressed the other flat on his spine, pulling him as close as possible to her. His patchwork cock drove her crazy, rubbing and catching inside her where the flesh was gone. The smell of sweat and blood rolled off of him but it only served to get her wetter tonight.
Her hips bucked against his hands and he lifted her legs onto his hips, rocking back onto his knees and pulling her with him. She pushed herself up so she could watch as his huge erection slid into her again and moaned loudly.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he pressed his thumb to her clit and felt her spasm around him.
She screwed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself to straddle him. He held still, waiting for her answer, and she desperately ground her hips down against his.
“I want you to make me scream,” she moaned into his ear.
That was enough for him, and he thrust up into her with force, all desire for slow and steady gone from his mind. Now he wanted to fuck her into oblivion. He gripped her shoulders from behind, supporting her back and he viciously drew in and out of her. She cried out when he bucked so deep it hurt, stretching her with his massive girth.
“Don’t stop,” she purred into his silky red locks, one hand supporting herself on his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t tugging his remaining hair. Jesus, she was so tight in this position it made him grit his teeth. Everything about her surrounded him and he struggled to focus on anything but bouncing this fucking smoothskin on his cock. She smelled like those dank tunnels they’d used to get from the Memorial but he didn’t care. He growled and bit down on her neck, determined to mark her as much as he could. His girl.
Their lips met in a rough and hungry kiss, tongues swirling against each other and moans of pleasure mingling between them. She felt the familiar ache in her stomach and knew it was getting close.
“Ah, fuck,” she hissed.
“Give it to me babygirl,” he nipped her bottom lip, pounding into her violently.
She moaned long and low as she gripped him tight in her muscles and came hard.
“Good girl,” he growled, “Now I want you to ride me.”
F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1e/?
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Charons cock was achingly hard and he knew what she wanted, positioning himself at her core before edging himself into her. She cried out his name and gripped his shoulders with her nails.
“You are mine,” he growled, looking down at her intensely as he rolled his hips, feeling every tense of her muscles.
She reached up to kiss him, “Yours.”
He began to thrust into her, slowly and deeply, earning gasps from her mouth into his. Isadora moved her hips up against him, matching his rhythm and trying to speed him up. His hands gripped her hipbones hard, pinning them down so that he could keep up his slower more deliberate stroke.
“No, babygirl, I want it slow today,” he chastised her, finding himself getting into this new little thing they were doing. If he hadn’t been buried to the hilt in her, he may have wanted to laugh at himself for calling her babygirl, but right now it felt too god damn hot.
The almost painful pressure of his hands on her, mixed with the dirty talk was making her head spin. She knotted a hand in a patch of his hair and pressed the other flat on his spine, pulling him as close as possible to her. His patchwork cock drove her crazy, rubbing and catching inside her where the flesh was gone. The smell of sweat and blood rolled off of him but it only served to get her wetter tonight.
Her hips bucked against his hands and he lifted her legs onto his hips, rocking back onto his knees and pulling her with him. She pushed herself up so she could watch as his huge erection slid into her again and moaned loudly.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he pressed his thumb to her clit and felt her spasm around him.
She screwed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself to straddle him. He held still, waiting for her answer, and she desperately ground her hips down against his.
“I want you to make me scream,” she moaned into his ear.
That was enough for him, and he thrust up into her with force, all desire for slow and steady gone from his mind. Now he wanted to fuck her into oblivion. He gripped her shoulders from behind, supporting her back and he viciously drew in and out of her. She cried out when he bucked so deep it hurt, stretching her with his massive girth.
“Don’t stop,” she purred into his silky red locks, one hand supporting herself on his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t tugging his remaining hair.
Jesus, she was so tight in this position it made him grit his teeth. Everything about her surrounded him and he struggled to focus on anything but bouncing this fucking smoothskin on his cock. She smelled like those dank tunnels they’d used to get from the Memorial but he didn’t care. He growled and bit down on her neck, determined to mark her as much as he could. His girl.
Their lips met in a rough and hungry kiss, tongues swirling against each other and moans of pleasure mingling between them. She felt the familiar ache in her stomach and knew it was getting close.
“Ah, fuck,” she hissed.
“Give it to me babygirl,” he nipped her bottom lip, pounding into her violently.
She moaned long and low as she gripped him tight in her muscles and came hard.
“Good girl,” he growled, “Now I want you to ride me.”