Pride's Origin

Chapter 7 - Who’s The Dominant One? (R-18)

    “What are you gonna do?”

    This was the question that she wanted to hear from him.

    However, she didn’t respond to this, but instead let the smile linger on her face as she continued to remove his jeans that served as one of the last piece of barrier between them.

    She then saw what lie, however, it no longer lied there but stood at attention. She gently held it as it throbbed, feeling its beat, feeling its heat.

    “Poor baby, it’s practically begging for attention. Well, don’t worry, I’ll make sure your waiting isn’t in vain.”

    As she said so, she took his entire length into her maw and started to move her head forward and back. He nearly lost it when she started. Her skill in this aspect was no joke. She had her tongue wrapped around his shaft with every moment she made.

    The veins on his head were pulsating. This was a different side to her that he couldn’t say he didn’t like.

    He held her head to help steady the movements on his own head, however, when she started to fondle his balls. That was it. The stimulation shot to the next level. This simply pushed him over the edge. All that he held back was released at this moment.

    Her eyes opened wide, not expecting him to have let go at that time. However, she simply swallowed it all and got up right after, “Hmmm, you’ve been eating more pineapple, haven’t you?”

    He didn’t answer her, all he was thinking was to give to her what she gave to him. So he pinned her to the bed and started off with another deep, sensual kiss.

    From this alone, he planned to rob her of her senses. His tongue swam along with hers, driving her mad. When he slowly withdrew this time, she lightly licked his lips while he was still in range.

    He moved to her neck, kissing and marking her as he went along. When he reached the twin peaks, he started to suck one and fondle the other, granting leniency to none. Her back arched in response to the merciless onslaughts of his touch.

    “Mhhhhmmm!!”

    Nought but moans escaped her lips as he switched between her breasts, alternating from sucking to a torturous nibble. She grabbed his head at this, finding solace in running her fingers through his hair.

    Their sweat-drenched bodies were a testament to their plucking of the sweetest fruit, a fruit he intended to taste. He made his way from her chest to her stomach, then to the land of the pink gem.

    Upon arrival, he thrust his tongue through the entrance, eliciting a scream from her that reached the heavens.

    “God, yes! More Makoto, more!!”

    He spared no effort in this, planning to madden her just as she did him. The sheets were clenched in paled fists as she fought to keep her head above water, for the sea of pleasure threatened to drown her.

    This was a passion that wished to devour her, and how sweet it would be to give in to its embrace. However, her eyes suddenly widened in shock, her mouth opened wide, but no sound escaped, only quick breaths that allowed her to breathe.

    He was nibbling, licking her clit with all the strength afforded to him. It trembled in excitement and pleasure! Her body spasmed, heralding a flood of the crystal liquid that drenched him as he continued his work.

    He decided to stop and take a good look to see her current appearance. Her chest heaved as her face was stained red due to blushing heavily from the earlier experience. He couldn’t see her expression as her hair was spilt in disarray on not only her face but on the bed as well.

    He cleared it somewhat, so he could see her, and her him.

    “Damn it, you’re just so beautiful right now,” his words were soft and sure as their gazes locked then and there.

    “W-What did I say about teasing me?” Her face reddened when he said this. She turned her head to the side, not intending to have him see her so embarrassed.

    She looked down and could see where his erect member was still standing firm despite the substantial release from before. It was slowly leaking, seemingly in pain for an action it suffered in great expectation for.

    “I wasn’t teasing you then, but I will right now,” he flashed a smile that only enhanced all that he was… a man.

    He teased her at the entrance, letting it ever so gently touch but never enter.

    He wanted her to want it just as much as he did. Suddenly, her arms and legs found his neck and waist, and before he could react she dragged him into her! And so it entered, deep and full!

    ‘Gasp!’

    Makoto didn’t see that coming. The air that left him took all he had.

    “S-So deep!!”

    Rikona also let out a breath as if it was her last as Makoto’s thick rod slammed into the deepest part of her!

    Both their shouts and screams tore the peace of the night apart.

    He wasted no more time as he started pushing in and out. Every thrust was full of power, every withdraw was slow and measured. She was being ravaged, nay destroyed, and she loved every second of it!

    Still, she wasn’t going to let him keep doing as he pleased, as a mischievous twinkle flickered within her eyes.

    “Wha-” he suddenly lost balance as he fell over while she sat on top, a playful smile marked her face.

    “You wanted to dominate me, did you? We must first see if you’re worthy.”

    When she had switched positions with him earlier, he had slipped out of her, and she now held him in her hands. She slightly lifted her hips and aimed his thirsty c**k right for her dripping entrance and without reservation, dropped onto it feeling the slick thick piston drive right into her!

    “R-Rikona slow down, damn it!! God!” Makoto felt as if he was about to die, with headstone dubbed, death by pleasure.

    This all happened in the span of mere moments, giving him no chance to resist. She continued to ride him into madness, no, insanity!

    “Y-Yes Makoto not yet, hold it in! Just a bit longer!!”

    He desperately held onto her hips through her destructive motions, lest she truly wreck him this night!

    Still, this proved to be of no help as he could feel it rising, and she could feel it building, the coming omen.

    “Aaahhhh!!!!!”

    Her screams of delight resounded in his ears, matching only his own.

    It was long after this that his body shuddered. He burst into her one last time as she also unleashed all that she had.

    It was at that moment that he knew he both lost and won, as her convulsions were no less than his own.

    She then collapsed on top of his chest, the exertion evident in their ludicrous attempts to breathe.

    After a laborious endeavour to fill their lungs, they could feel a comfortable type of exhaustion taking over.

    “Hmmm, let me stay like this in your arms for tonight,” she whispered whilst in his embrace. “After all, f*cking me to sleep doesn't sound so bad, does it?”

    He said nothing at this, revealing only a slight smile combined with the tightening of his embrace as a reply.

    With that, she finally fell asleep, so delicate she was in his arms, so small she seemed, he thought, harmless even.

    Many thoughts ran through his head, but he decided to put them all aside because, for these girls, he was willing to give his everything simply because they deserve it.

    He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off, waiting for the morning and the future to greet them both, so that they could, all of them, withstand the shitstorm that was most likely on its way to find them.