With Clashing Tides Does Pleasure Down

Gray hands roam over your bare sides confidently, legs beside yours, and lips on your neck— you’re excited, truly, to be ruined by this man. It’s about damn time something comes out of your stupid little rivalry.

Truth be told, you initially expected there to be a fight, weapons drawn, and blood spilled moments later. You did not expect Konin to push you against the wall and look at your lips like you’ve been teasing the fuck out of him this whole time. A quick change of relationship plans, you barely considered the outcome of kissing him— you just did it the moment you noticed what he wanted.

“Fuck,” he growled at you, sounding more pissed than aroused, “I hate you so fucking much; I want to break you.” That certainly was double-edged, and perhaps letting a man who sounds like he wants to murder you and fuck you, fuck you isn’t a good idea. But you’re only looking for a good time at this point, and the promise of it left no room for ‘rational’ thinking.

Presently, you’re on the bed of an abandoned little apartment. Surprisingly intact, despite the ruined city it resides in, the monsters that overtook it having left this quaint little place untouched. The sheets are soft and the bed is amazing, really, and perfect for fucking. You were going to sleep here tonight, the second night using this place as shelter. Except the adrenaline of a particularly good hunt seemed to have thrown away those plans.

“Look at you, so handsome, and eager to be touched,” Konin whispers into your ear, deep demonic voice rumbling pleasantly, “legs spread for me so easily.” His grip tightens on your hips, pulling them to his leg, forcing you to grind on him. He only gets a reaction out of you, though, when he bites at your neck.

With a quiet keen, you immediately go pliant underneath him. You shakily grip at his hair, anticipation filling you with nerves. Oh, you want this badly.

It takes a bit before he lets the bite go (you think he takes a while because of your easy submission playing into his demonic instincts), and kisses as an apology. He doesn’t stop moving your hips, trying to find out how to stimulate your clit with just his legs. When it takes longer than he wants, he stops in consideration, before checking the nightstand’s drawer. He chuckles as he pulls out lube and pours some out onto his hand, which then immediately starts to explore your cunt.

You gasp when this time your clit is touched, and he seems to have forgotten his initial plans, intensely staring at his ministrations— totally fascinated, he zones out watching it. So he doesn’t notice when you’re about to pour over the edge, but does notice when you climax with a loud ‘fuck’.

“Amazing,” he murmurs. He doesn’t stop touching you for a moment, and relents only when you whine at him. He sinisterly smiles, sharp teeth purposefully on display, and then leans in close to whisper, “I’ll destroy you.”

“Threatening me with a good time?” You taunt, staring at him defiantly. You spread your legs wide, an open invitation, and you tell him, “Give me all you got, hotshot. You better not be all talk.”

He bares his teeth, angry, before he ducks down to bite at your folds, the sudden sensation catching you off guard and invoking a yelp from you. He bites at the inside of your thighs, too— an attempt at distracting you from the fingers snaking their way towards your entrance. While you anticipate the intrusion, you certainly didn’t expect two fingers to plunge into you quite so deep.

You moan, grinding down to take in more. “Damn,” you sigh, “I can’t wait for your dick…”

“You’ll beg for it soon,” he promises, “You’ll be a good boy for me.”

His fingers scissor your inside, stretching as much as possible, rubbing against your walls pleasantly. You clutch at the pillow beneath your head every time he rubs you in the right spots. You’ve taken to mumbling praises at him, keeping your eyes shut to focus on the sensations.

A third finger is pushed in, stretching you some more, but his thumb also stimulates your clit again. Raising your pleasure again, and you vocalize your gratitude with a hum. It’s when he eventually adds in a fourth and crooks his fingers just right that you climax again. His thumb digs into your clit briefly, before Konin moves his hand away.

Immediately, he replaces it with his mouth, licking from the bottom of your cunt all the way up and towards your clit. You buck into him when he sucks, sensitive and still not finished with the high of your second orgasm. He doesn’t back away, though, and instead sucks with more force. Licking, sucking, and even a hint of biting— your third orgasm comes only moments after your second one finished.

You whine when he makes no sign of stopping even after your third, and you move your hands to clutch at his hair and pull his head away. He stares at you with a cocky smile, and licks his lips. You glare at him, tears forming at the edges of your eyes from the overstimulation.

He gets up to lean over you, leaning in close only so that he could lick your tears. The action sends a shudder through your body, pure want pooling within you. He notices and chuckles, which you respond in kind with a firm bite to his jaw. You gnaw on him for a moment, grunting at him before wrapping a leg around his hips.

“You going to fuck me, or what?” You growl.

He laughs, patting your leg before resting his forehead against yours. The action is deceptively tender, but his eyes stare at yours challengingly. “You’re not begging yet,” he whispers, biting your nose playful before he scratches your stomach.

You huff, and bite his neck this time— hard enough so that you draw blood, the taste of it surprisingly pleasant. You worry the wound some more, even, to pull out more. Sucking and biting harder to taste it some more. Konin seems to enjoy it, too, as he leans onto you some more so that your head is in a comfortable position. One of his hands lifts your hips up, and he idly grinds against your leg. His weight is shifted onto his other arm, and he offers more of his neck to you. So you let up, only to bite the other side of his neck too.

This earns a jerk of his hips and he laughs. It’s almost manic, but he just pulls you away from him. You grunt, and he shakes his head at you. You move to sit up on your elbows, but a hand on your chest forces you down. You huff, but comply.

Slowly, his hand up, briefly passing over your scars and your nipples. It stops at your neck, and a gentle squeeze is the only warning you get, before suddenly his grip tightens.

The suddenness of it causes you to start thrashing, desperate to get air, but he shushes you and eases up slightly. You can take in gasps, and his encouragement does calm you down. So, he slowly tightens his grip again. After the initial panic, it’s amazing. No one has ever choked you before, but it’s amazing.

With one of his hands focused on cutting off your air, his other hand rakes across your sides. Your hips jerk and you let out a whine.

“I could eat you up,” he hums, tone seductive, “Or I could keep you around as my little pet witch.” You gasp when he lets go, but after you get in a good breath, he’s choking you again. “I could keep you, do whatever I want with you. Maybe you could sit on my dick for hours, or maybe I’ll mark you up. Claim you, and kill you.”

Black dots swarming the edges of your vision, you raise a hand. You pat his arm the moment you realize you’ve had enough, his words a turn on but his grip has you moments away from genuinely passing the fuck out.

“You’re mmm fucked up,” you laugh when his hand leaves your throat. And you scratch his arm, a way to challenge his threats.

“I take it you are, too, Doll,” he teases. While you catch your breath, he takes a moment to undress himself, making a show of it. In your breathless daze, you enjoy the show. He flexes his muscles for you, runs his hands over himself, stares intensely at you. His gaze is so fucking predatory, and it’s such a fucking turn on. You’re here, already naked, while he’s just barely undressing.

You so should’ve riled him up to get this result sooner. Going from abandoned city to abandoned city, living nomadically, hoping the next city has a successful yield. You two don’t even want to stay together. You work great as a team, but your personalities clash. However, up until now, you’ve broken the tension by fighting, and then silently, broodingly patching each other up afterwards.

“Now,” he starts, pulling you away from your thoughts. “I said I was going to make you beg.”

“Oh you wish!” You challenge with a haughty laugh.

“Careful, you’ll regret that,” he laughs sinisterly, leaning over you, trapping you, “You want to try taking that back?” He’s letting you choose how the night will go. You can tell he’ll be gentler if you give in. He’ll still try to get you to beg, but he’ll be nice about it. Like hell you want that.

“I said ‘you wish’.” You attempt to reach a hand out to scratch him, draw blood, maybe get another chance to taste him. But he grabs your arm and presses it back into the bed firmly.

He leans down onto you, his nose barely touching yours. He laughs at you gently, staring into your eyes with his glowing red eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, handsome. Remember, you’re currently at my mercy.”

Before you have the chance to counter, he flips you over onto your hands and knees. While you’re still getting your bearings, he presses close to you, his chest close against your back and his mouth is sucking your neck harshly. You chuckle, but lilt into a whine when his fingers graze over your cunt. And then you’re suddenly excited, the prospect of him finally fucking you earning a quiet, drawn out whine.

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