// you knew who I was //
"You could," Danta affirms, bloody lips whispering across her jaw as he, too, imagines what it would be like to be fucked by the priestess, to feel the thrust of her hips against him in a way both similar and different to this. And gods, as Charlie forgets to be gentle Danta is heedless to stop her, his head tipping back willingly to feel teeth and lips close around his throat. He'll bear the marks of her pleasure with pride, though as she rises and falls against him with increased recklessness, she's not the only one who will throw caution to the wind.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses, his hips rolling up to meet her despite the flare of pleasure-pain it likely causes them both. Eagerly his hand tangles in the back of her hair, pulling hard to bare her throat, and as Danta surges forward to suck a mark of his own against her neck, it's with his hand grasping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. His own orgasm is beginning to creep up the backs of his thighs, and though he'd love to flip her over and fuck her properly against the bear carcass, even the thought of it is enough to throw him over the edge.
He cums hard, Charlie's name forming soundlessly against his lips, and later he'll pay for it if the bruising around his ribcage has anything to say about it. For now, though, fuck if every single spasm of pain is worth it.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses, his hips rolling up to meet her despite the flare of pleasure-pain it likely causes them both. Eagerly his hand tangles in the back of her hair, pulling hard to bare her throat, and as Danta surges forward to suck a mark of his own against her neck, it's with his hand grasping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. His own orgasm is beginning to creep up the backs of his thighs, and though he'd love to flip her over and fuck her properly against the bear carcass, even the thought of it is enough to throw him over the edge.
He cums hard, Charlie's name forming soundlessly against his lips, and later he'll pay for it if the bruising around his ribcage has anything to say about it. For now, though, fuck if every single spasm of pain is worth it.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
