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F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1f/1f COMPLETED
(Anonymous) 2014-12-09 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)_______________________________________________________________________
Her eyes were clouded with lust as she shoved him back to lie beneath her. She felt weak but was determined to please him.
“Like this, Daddy?” she moaned as she slid herself onto his considerable length.
He grunted when he was buried inside her and grabbed a handful of her hair, “Yes babygirl.”
She smiled and braced her feet against his thighs, beginning to ride him slowly before picking up the pace. Charon tugged her hair and pressed his other hand to the small of her back, supporting her as she rocked back and forth on him. The different angle had her moaning his name over and over. His hips bucked up occasionally and he could feel her muscles massaging him as she got closer.
Charon looked up at her, back arched and hips moving rhythmically, wondering at her. She closed her eyes and let out a long whine, hands cupping her heaving breasts. He slapped her ass harshly and she gasped.
“Faster baby,” he grunted, grabbing her ass with one hand and squeezing hard.
With the other hand he pressed his thumb to her clit, swiping the swollen bud
mercilessly. She cried out, her whole body spasming and had to sit back, bracing herself with one hand on his thigh. Her insides clenched him so tight he thought it should hurt, but all he felt was his balls tightening ready to fill her up.
“Shit,” he hissed as her pace picked up. He continued to rub at her clit with his thumb and she was moaning and shaking now.
“Whose are you?” he slapped her ass again.
“Yours”
“Whose?” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sensations driving him wild.
“Yours Daddy,” she felt her body cramping and protesting to all this effort.
“Damn right you are,” he couldn’t stop his hips as they thrust erratically up to meet her.
She ground down on him, letting out a squeal when he hit her so deep it hurt. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it as hard as he dared, making her head snap back every time their bodies rutted against each other. Everything in him tensed and he could feel the desperate need raging through him.
“Ah,” she cried, “Come inside me Daddy.”
That did it, he came hard and long with a string of choked growls. It spurred her on and she carried on riding him hard and fast until he vaguely felt her body pull around him and she let out a keening moan as she shook and came.
She collapsed on his chest straight away, heaving for breath. He felt himself going limp and slowly sliding out of her. Charon wrapped her in his arms and smoothed her matted and sweaty hair with one shaking hand. With the other he gently stroked her bare back, fingering the scars dotted along her spine and shoulders.
He felt more than heard her start crying again, and tried to remember this wasn’t about him, it was her loss flooding back in.
Isadora clenched her jaw, the tender movements of Charons hands making her want to sob all on their own.
“I love you,” he breathed into her hair.
She didn’t dare speak, not trusting herself to do so without wailing and sobbing. So she lay on his chest, legs tangled with his and cried softly into the ruined flesh of him.
Re: F!LW/Charon "Grief" 1f/1f COMPLETED
(Anonymous) 2014-12-10 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Isadora, at least she has Charon around to comfort her.