The room is thick with the scent of sex-salty sweat mingling with the metallic tang of Violet's arousal still pooling between her thighs. Their fingers toy with her oversensitive flesh, lazily pushing their own release back inside her as if sealing her fate.
"Nngh-!"
She shudders, legs threatening to give out entirely. Her skin feels electric, every inch of her alight with searing heat. She should be revolted. She should shove them away. But instead, her traitorous hips twitch forward, silently begging for more. Laughter.
Dark, knowing. "Insatiable little thing, aren't you?" Before she can respond, they grip her by the waist and lift-Violet's back slams against the opposite wall, the impact rattling a framed landscape painting loose. It crashes to the floor, glass shattering. She barely has time to register the sound before they're on her again.
One hand pins her wrists above her head. The other grips her jaw, forcing her to meet their gaze. "You like being used, don't you?" The accusation makes her breath hitch. No. No, that's not-But her body betrays her. Her swollen, glistening cunt clenches around nothing, aching to be filled again, They smirk.
"Pathetic."
And then-Their mouth is on hers. This kiss isn't gentle. It's claiming, punishing, dominating-tongue forcing its way past her lips as if daring her to resist. She whimpers into it, knees buckling,
but they hold her effortlessly against the wall. When they finally pull back, a string of saliva connects them, glinting in the "I..." A hand slides between her thighs again, fingertips circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her cry out.
"SAY IT."
"I-I like it!" The admission tears from her throat, raw and desperate. "I like being-ngh-being used!" Something dangerous flickers in their eyes. Approval. "Good girl." The praise sends a full body shudder through her. And then- They're dropping to their knees, hands gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her off the ground as if she weighs nothing.
Her back scrapes against the wall as they force her legs apart-And bury their face between them.
"AH-!"
Her cry is obscene, echoing off the polished wood floors. Their tongue is relentless-broad, wet strokes against her swollen clit before delving inside, lapping up every last drop of her own slick mixed with their spend.
Schlick.
Lllrp.
Slurp.
The sounds alone make her want to die of shame. It's disgusting. It's heaven. She writhes against the wall, hands scrambling for purchase, but there's nothing to hold onto-just smooth wallpaper and the crushing weight of pleasure building too fast, too hard.
They groan against her-the vibrations alone nearly send her over the edge. "T-too much-!" They don't stop. If anything, they double down, tongue flicking her clit in rapid, torturous circles while two fingers curl deep inside her-right against that spongy spot that makes her see stars. Her vision whites out.
She screams, walls clamping down violently around their fingers as her third orgasm rips through her with terrifying force. Hot liquid spills down their chin, dripping onto the floor in shameless splatters. Still, they don't relent.
"N-no more! I-I can't-!"
"You can." Their mouth seals over her clit again-sucking hard. She blacks out. Only for a second. But when she comes to, she's bent over the desk again, skirt hiked up, their cock pressing against her tender entrance. She's overstimulated. She's shaking. She can't take another second. "P...Please..." They lean over her, breath hot against her ear. "You'll take every last drop." And with that-They slam back in.
(To be continued...?)