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(Anonymous) 2013-04-04 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles, reaching out and twisting her nipple. She inhales sharply. “I’ll take my time, sweetheart.” He glances downwards, and smirks. “Between one ghoul stiffy and another. Bet you’re enjoying yourself more than you thought, huh, Charon?” Charon remains stony faced, even as the girl blushes and wriggles, almost subconsciously, against the very obvious erection the bodyguard is pressing against her back. “Answer the question,” Ahzrukhal snaps. “Are you or are you not enjoying yourself, idiot? Are you or are you not grinding a boner against our guest right now?” “Ahzrukhal,” the girl says, chidingly, but her voice is quiet. Charon’s grip shifts on her wrists and she leans back against him. “I am...” Charon pauses, obviously flustered. “I am...erect.” The Vaultie is looking away, her cheeks pinkening. Charon looks almost embarrassed by his confession. Ahzrukhal studies them for a moment, and then steps forward. “Legs round my waist, girl. Christ, you are wet. Didn’t think a girl could get so excited from sucking a cock.” He brings his hand down to her hips, and drifts his fingers across. “Gonna break you in now, before I fuck you, so deep breath and all that ‘cause this the last time I’m gonna be gentle.” The girl nods and breathes in. His fingers slip inside her wetness easily, but it’s not long before they bump up against something semi-firm. He pushes, and she gasps and clenches her eyes shut, and when he draws his fingers out they’re dampened with blood. He wipes them on her thigh, and lines up, his cock, resting the head against her damp, bloodied cunt. “Charon,” he says, then. The bodyguard jolts to attention. “Kiss her.” Both of them stare at him in disbelief. “I don’t understand,” Charon says. “I didn’t agree to this,” she says. “Don’t care,” Ahzrukhal says, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ll do as I say. Now, kiss her.” As I fuck her, he thinks, gleefully, as I pop her cherry and force her to cum round me, I want you to kiss her and know forever that I was here first. Charon is hesitant at first. The girl turns her head to look at him, glancing up from beneath her eyelashes. For someone who had been happily choking on his cock moments before, she’s bashful, and Charon shifts his grip on her, uncertain, and leans in, and their lips meet – And Ahzrukhal forces his cock into her with one swift, sudden, buck of her hips. She cries out, and Charon gasps as she bites his lip unexpectedly. Unbidden, the big ghoul winds his other arm around her again, holding her tight and close, and she whimpers into his mouth. Ahzrukhal pulls back, relishing her tightness, her wetness, her heat. He drives in again and she jerks bodily, and he can hear Charon quietly shooshing her, and he is smoothing one thumb over her hands, and one over the underside of her breasts. They kiss gently, uncertainly, brokenly – as the girl gasps and groans and twitches and grunts and Ahzrukhal enjoys the smooth, slow rhythm he is building up against her hips. But he doesn’t want to go slow forever. No, he’s never been a slow and steady kinda gent, and he’s not about to start now. The girl slips her tongue into Charon’s mouth, and he picks up the pace. He grips her hips and drives against her roughly, pulling her towards him as he sinks in deep. It takes more than a smoothskin’s willingness to finish him off, and her tightness is a delight and he thrusts his cock in and out of her. Her cunt is almost reluctant to let him go, and she wriggles and gasps and it hurts her, he can tell, but she’s beginning to give herself over. “Charon. You remember how to get a girl off, right? Her clit, now.”