Zuriel Fucks Vixxen Like a Whore

Preface

There's a set of lockers in the living room that we used in this one. Don't ask. I have no explanation for it. But it was sure fun.

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Vixxen smiled and slowly started to grind herself against your lap.

Zuriel lifted his hips, wedging his bulge between your cheeks. "Mmhmm..."

Vixxen grinned. "Did ya miss me?"

Zuriel flipped and tugged you tight, gripping your breast tightly from underneath, fingers squeezing until the flesh plumped between them. "Nnmmm what do you think?"

Vixxen grinned and chuckled softly, settling securely back into your embrace, drawing in a soft sigh at the feel of your fingers clasping her breast. Wriggling her ass between your thighs, she smirked and said, "From the feel of it you missed me a whole lot."

Zuriel rolled his body in a pressing grind, lifting that ass so he could wriggle and wedge the underside of his thick girth between your cheeks. Grinning maniacally into the strain of fabric denying the feel of hot skin sliding together, he said. "Yeah, I think you're right about that."

Vixxen grinned harder, nipping her lip between her teeth at the feel of your girth pressing hard between her bare cheeks, almost catching the small tie that held what little of her dress there was together. Grunting out a soft, heated breath, her hand slipped to yours over her breast and squeezed, pressing upwards over the nipple growing rigid under the material. Turning her head to face you, she purred out, "Then I think perhaps you should bend me over and fuck me hard, because I have missed you so much."

 Zuriel growled with lips curling into feral glee, a flash of fang glinting in the cabin's light when he rose and lifted you with him. The hand he had locked at the back of your neck gripped, shifting you on your feet until the harsh slam of your hands banged into the lockers on the wall. He snapped his pants open. The power in that tearing pull shredded his clothes apart and they fell in tatters to the floor. "'Fuck you hard' is an understatement." Grabbing your hair tight in one hand, he stuffed his fat dick inside your pussy with the rabid stick of his cock jamming in tight.

Vixxen grunted but grinned at you, still, even with your hand locked around the back of her neck. Despite the force in your grip, shoving more than guiding her to the locker, she walked--hustled, really--before you, just as anxious for you as you were for her. Even as her upper body slammed with an echo against the lockers, she was smirking wickedly, her pussy already pulsing and throbbing after having been away from you for so many days. As far as Vixxen was concerned, tearing your pants off wasn't fast enough. Her nearly-naked ass was writhing in the air, begging for that cock before your clothes were even off. With her cheek pressed to the cold locker door, she turned to watch you behind her and the second your fat, hard cock was stuffed inside of her wet hole, she was gasping, crying out, as though she hadn't felt you inside her in an age. "NNnggg fuck, yes! God I missed you. Don't hold back, baby. I want it all and I want it deep and fucking hard Your pussy missed you so much."

 Zuriel didn't need to let his mouth do the talking. Once inside his cunt, that feel of his hips drilling your ass battered and snapped like the clacking jaws of a steel trap. His hand shoved out tightly, holding your pretty head right where he could glare down in your eyes peeking at him from blonde locks swirling into your face from the wild slams of hot meat filling his honey pot. The chain around his waist added a new sensation, clacking and clinking without any flow or pattern. The rabid need in him stuffed past every defense and he sunk in until his balls were hugging your swollen clit, splitting his girl open just like both we needed. He knew better than to waste energy on words. The primal side of him knew better than to gloat or brag. Instead of using his words, the flow of his body would change from riding from deep and hard into quick thrust that stopped midway in until pulling back into upward jabs of his hips sending his shaft into wild stabs of surging need. His lip curled into an almost sincere smile but, the deviant in him drove him into a hungry rumble that rose in time with his hips slapping your ass like a machine gun. His purring adding to the flurry of motion before his fingers tightened in your hair, his free hand finally latching on your bare thigh as the monster behind your bouncing ass, being torn open by his raging cock, grimaced in devilish, sadistic glee.

Vixxen was so tight she could feel your cock spreading her entrance open. She didn't know if it was just having been empty for so long or because you were so hard and thick and swollen from your days apart, but the feel of you inside her tonight was almost painfully full. She was so slick, so wet though, that despite how snugly you fit, the driving slams of your cock moved swiftly and easily, coated in her lube so that she felt the cold, hard bite of the chain around your waist bumping and banging into her bare ass cheeks. It was strangely erotic, almost dirty and primeval. The sensation had her mind torn between discomfort and eroticism and it was driving her crazy. The tempo of your rocking hips had her grunting almost in a chant, each noise being driven from her mouth with every heavy slam of cock into her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Vixxen's cheeks wobbled under the jostling beating of your hips against them, the peach orbs slapping and jiggling heavily. The sound of a deep, grumbling-purring sound from behind her--knowing it was you as riled up as you were--sent a wickedly delicious chill sweeping up her spine that made her nipples stand on end almost painfully under her flimsy dress. Her pussy twitched, the walls clenching around your girth, taking your cock in an even tighter hold within her walls. "Uuhhhh god...."

Zuriel growled anew with his hands suddenly finding the backside of your new dress. He already knew that you'd bought this outfit just to tease him, so with both hands he tore it open and wrapped them in the length of fabric. Biting his bottom lip he drew back like he was guiding a prize pony by making you stride on the end of his pumping cock. The flimsy dress, unable to keep up with the tension over your nipples, strapped your breasts down under the straining cloth before ripping free completely, baring your body to his touch, wanting to feel you writhing under him as he held you like a plaything and fucked his pussy like it needed to be beaten down and reminded who makes it cream like hot butter. His hand jerked under your tit, gripping hard enough to send your nipple plumping between the clasp of his fingers while his hips pulled back into a long stroke, cramming his cunt deep with all the subtlety of a steam jack slamming apart asphalt. Zuriel's free hand pushed up against your neck, and he huffed behind your head with his lusts forcing that tight tunnel open without a single shred of mercy. The deliberate shoves of his hips pumped your breast into his clutching fingers, squeezing it right at the peak of when his cock rammed to the base with his balls still flushed and full, patting your clit with the press of his forearm locking tight to hold you at his mercy. The sadistic grin was etched on his face as he made you dance on his dick, stuffing in hard enough to wobble you on one foot from the relentless strokes of his cock battering you wide. "Yesss... You know who you worship."

Vixxen could barely catch her breath she was so lost to her lusts, so utterly aroused by how feral you were tonight. So often she forgot that you were anything other than human, but on nights like this, it was a stark reminder of just how wild you could get. The thought made her cunt pulse and clench, her clit bobbing between her slick folds knowing just how wild she drove you. The sounds of fabric ripping and shredding around her had her smirking again. Vixxen knew when she'd bought the dress it wasn't going to last, but that was the whole point, so when the fabric slipped from around her, catching her breasts to draw them apart and bounce back together, she wasn't angry. Oh no. The way you ripped her clothing from her turned her on that much more. Her hands--pressed to the locker to support her--curled into fists and beat against the doors with an resounding bang! then she splayed her fingers again, trying to turn and look back at you. But she couldn't turn...couldn't even move. The strength of your forearm pressed against her neck and shoulders and held her there, trapped like some animal being pinned in the wild when her mate finally subdued and claimed her. The whole act was so feral, so primal, that she started panting and lifted her ass as she stood on her toes. As badly as she wanted to fuck you back, to push and grind against you, she was pinned so securely that she couldn't move, so she stood there and took it like a bitch in heat, and though she'd never been the submissive type, she loved the way you claimed her and used her because she was yours. The slap-slap-slap of heavy balls beat against her throbbing clit and she chewed her lip, mewling in both misery and pleasure at the teasing, tingling, wicked sensation.

Zuriel snatched his own shirt apart before his hand clutching your breast tightened and he jerked your delicious body from the lockers, literally dropping you to the floor in a heap. The other hand gripped your thigh to lift your hips as his own slipped between those legs. "No, you're not done yet. I need my bitch's cum on my dick." He leaned into the hard shove and rolled straight inside his pink snatch, grabbing tight in your hair to pull your back into a arch as his shaft plunged balls-fucking-deep to tease your senses with the combination of wild lust and the teasing dominance of forcing your body into a tight curl so he could trim the very last inch of length he had inside your drooling slit. The padlock on his chain belt somehow started flopping right against your hot little asshole, the cold steel occasionally nudging in tight from sheer momentum of his cock hammering that juicy hole. The only thing keeping you from dropping down to his hips was the stick of his tight shaft slipping deep and the wild, rushed jabs of his fat rod curling down like his cock was alive, seeking nothing but your heat as the length of it pulled out sloppy and slick with honey, looking so tasty as it glittered in the cabin's light with every backwards pull. His lips curled deviously, jerking back on your hair to hilt his cock inside to the very base so snugly that his nuts formed a cup under your clit. "Now who owns the pussy?" His teeth showed when he held fast leaving you poised on his girth but motionless, holding tortuously still with his cock locked down inside of you with your fluttering walls pulsing around his shaft. "Say it... Come on... I have to fucking remind my cunt who belongs there." His teeth gnashed tightly, his hips rocking once to send a ripple of tension flowing down his length only to go still once more as he waited to hear you speak.

Vixxen didn't cry out, didn't whimper or whine when your hand clasped her breasts and used them to drag her down to the floor. No, she loved that shit and it turned her on more, so the sounds that came from her were almost as animalistic as the ones you were making--hot, deep grunts from her throat with long, grumbling purrs of pleasure vibrating in her chest. Vixxen dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, unable to resist your strength and not really wanting to. Her head angled back, watching you, gasping when your arms yanked her legs apart and threw them up over your hips. Her head dropped to the ground between her hands and she felt the hot, hard press of your cockhead against her dripping slit, pressing in to fill her once again. The cold, hard kiss of metal lodged between her cheeks right against her pucker and she gasped in shock at the contrasting sensation. It was wickedly delicious and naughty, almost taboo having some foreign object teasing at her asshole while you fucked her. Vixxen's cunt spasmed so hard liquid heat gushed out of her pussy over your shaft, drenching you in her honey. God, she'd needed this so badly, had missed it so much that when you demanded that she tell you who owned her pussy, she caved, not wanting you to stop, "Oh my dear sweet God. You do! You own this pussy! Fuck, Zuriel, it's yours, just please don't stop! I can't take it! Fuck me hard and stop teasing me."

Zuriel pushed to his feet and rode your ass forward to the floor. Both hands suddenly slapped taut over your glistening skin to help brace his weight for the heavy draw of his shaft pulling back against the bottom of your swollen clit, his eyes closing halfway from the tight hold of pink flesh clinging to his cock as he drilled your folds without one bit of remorse. His hand lifted before a wicked slap popped your ass cheek hard, sparking the pain and spicing it with the hungry thrum of his cock stirring his pussy to the brink. No longer holding you still, the primal need in his spine could no longer be held back as his balls flopped even heavier against your blushing lips. His body broke the stride of his shaft's twist when he could afford the presence of mind to tease his bitch begging for more of him, never giving you the chance to catch your breath with his cock pistoning in a wild romp shoving it in at one angle and churning back at another so that the lilt of his hips circled with every hungry plunge stretching pink lips apart. "Give it to me. Let my blonde pussy explode..." His lip curled again, showing off his teeth clenched firmly through the hard lift, drive, drop, and pull of his fat dick trying to make your cunt bubble liquid cotton candy like he knew it could.

Vixxen's knees dropped to the wood floor with a thud as you slipped her legs free of your grasp. She tried to rise up onto her hands to be able to look at you but a hard grip to her hips, lifting her ass higher into the air, sent her head back to the floor. The cunt that she just proclaimed to be yours sloshed and squished wetly, your shaft forcing her tight tunnel open with the head of your cock drilling in like it was seeking oil in the ground, parting the way for the thick length of your shaft to stretch her open in a tight cling of fluttering muscle around your girth. "NNnggg FUCK! I can't... Oh god, I can't hold it! I'm going to cum, baby! I'm fucking cumming!" No sooner were the words from her lips when her fingers curled and scraped over the floor, the walls of her pussy twitching and clenching hard around your driving shaft. The added heat of your balls smacking hard and fast on her clit had her nearly screeching as she cried out, her orgasm flooding her system like a bursting damn, flowing through her veins and drowning her mind in bliss. "AHHHH GOD!!!" Vixxen's hips jerked in your grasp as her body lunged in spasms, her gasping breaths punctuated by cries, and with each one her cunt gripped and gripped you inside of her as her cum poured out over your cock.

Zuriel held still through the clutch and grip of that tunnel around his trembling shaft, biting his lower lip from the gushing juices spraying everywhere making his strokes so fluid that he had to pick up the pace just to keep up. But before the last spasm of bliss passed from your cunt he pulled out, dragging that lovely body head over heels, and like some fornicating cowboy he swung his boot over your ass as he lifted it into the air, tilting his dick down before he rode the pull of gravity fitting his tip between your still-clasping lips. Zuriel purred as he seated his shaft inside just like an insane plug and eased it in with his thighs quaking from the intense slide. There was no doubt in his mind; he knew who this cunt belonged to. Sometimes he just had to remind it. With no warning, the wild leapfrog bounce of his legs pumped your still-shaking hole with the breadth of his dick driving deep from his inverted position over your spread thighs. His hands held loosely to your ass to keep your body pinned like his personal fuck toy, for once treating his love like the rabid whore she was on the end of his cock. "It's alright, baby. You can be my slut and whine like a teenager getting pounded. You know you needed this dick just like this." The muscles in his legs flexed through the wild dips of his body coming to life, bounding like a kangaroo over your trapped ass held by the stick of his length driving inside you and the press of his thighs over yours. The rapid shoves suddenly stopped in a tight cram of cock meat holding steady. Zuriel grinned, even if you couldn't see his face, because he knew your secret desires at being used like his little hooker in heat. "Nnnmm... I want my slut to get a face full of our cum together...watch you lick it off your chin."

Vixxen was still trembling and twitching from her orgasm when your hands clasped her legs and swung her around, flipping them over her like some acrobat so that she was looking up between her legs at your ass with her knees almost to her chest and her feet against the floor far over her head. From her vantage point Vixxen could look up and watch your cock dipping straight down into her cunt, plunging into the depths of her womb like a spade digging into the earth. The warmth of your hands cupped her round cheeks, holding her in position for you as you buried yourself balls-deep in her still-pulsing cunt, her honey gushing out of the opening around your cock as it filled her walls once more. The heated liquid trickled down her slit and dripped onto her belly and chest like hot wax, and she knew that when you came it would cover her front from pussy to chin like glaze on a donut. It was so naughty and depraved that she found herself licking her lips at the idea. Vixxen didn't know what had come over her tonight, but she felt like the whore you kept calling her and it was exciting her like never before. Normally she'd use her sharp tongue to chastise you for treating her as one. But tonight, instead of pissing her off, it was turning her on, and she fed into it. "That's right, baby. I am your slut and I love the way you fuck my cunt like you own it. I want you to fuck it hard and when you cum deep inside and make me cream on your cock, its going to push all that cum out of my snatch to trickle over my chest to my chin and I'm going to lap it up like a fucking ice cream cone."

Zuriel bounced and slorped the fat length of his cock straight down inside that pussy, the underside of his shaft stroking your button every time he just rocked and dropped that wide rod to the hilt. Heavy nuts clapped and plopped over your clit from the way he held you up and twisted into a sexual lock down of pure hunger for his sexy bitch. "Damn right. Make you drink it up like a fountain off my dick. Get it all over your pretty whore face." The dirty talking was doing something and his smile came back even with him panting like a greyhound being run to death. He wasn't ready to be done--there was no way he was going to just explode like a teenager--but the more his shaft jerked, the way his head twitched when he drove it all the way inside, even with his balls turning into bounding beach balls from growing tighter, he knew he was almost there. He bit his lower lip just trying to hold back a little while longer, stuffing it deep and holding it there until his own need made him move, actually having to force himself to be still between rapid inhales until he started moving again. Finding his second wind--or perhaps just steeling himself enough with a flex of his swelling dick--he snarled as he clasped his hands firmer against your ass and began drilling that cunt straight down like a jack hammer. Wetness dripped from your clit while the hungry beast over your pussy kept splitting it apart, watching you under him like a scared and defiled fawn because your wolf needed something pink and juicy.

Vixxen braced her hands against the small of her back to support her ass in the air. The harder you drove into her the more her body jostled, her breasts hanging and flopping under her chin in the up-side-down position you had pinned her in. Long legs bounced in the air, the toes of her high heeled shoes tap-tap-tapping on the floorboards every time your hips sank and you plunged into her sopping wet cunt again. Vixxen bit her lip against the sweet pain of your long strides piercing her to her core with the heavy smack of full balls beating against her hard clit. When you slowed--nearly stopping, much to her dismay--she found herself whining like the school girl you'd teased her for being. Part of her knew she should be ashamed of herself, but the part of her that was enjoying getting fucked like a whore didn't give a flying fuck and she released her lip from her teeth's grip, grimacing to cry out when you started fucking her at the hard, fast pace again, railing her cunt like you were trying to force your entire body inside of her snatch "Ah, god, Z! It feels so fucking good! Your cock...oh god, your cock is splitting me open! Ahhh fuck, yes! I'm going to fucking cum again. Shhhiiitttt!!!" The banging-slamming-smacking of your balls on her clit sent her over the edge with your cock stuffing her so full she could feel you bottoming out inside her. Trapped in the awkward position, her body didn't jerk, but she went rigid, bracing herself against the floor, and that gave you a solid target to drive into, letting your cock slam as deep inside as your hips would allow with no resistance at all, breaking through her womb until it seemed your balls would disappear inside of her, as well. "Ah Jesus Christ, Zuriel!!! Fuuuuck!!!"

Zuriel grit his teeth through the clamping hold your pussy squeezed around his invading shaft. The silken tugs of your fluttering walls suckled at his cock dropping in recklessly faster and more urgently. The huffing breaths pouring from his lungs made him clamp tighter over your lifted cheeks, drilling down inside his cunt with the fury of a man drowning right there on the brink as his cock twitched tightly. The vivid explosion within spurting deep in a deluge of his sticky cum flowing inside like a geyser unleashed. Pushed to the edge of his stamina, he fucked your cunt with a feral hunger calling him to finally pump his pussy full of spunk only to mingle with your own stirring juices. He writhed and stuffed it in to the base, his balls pulsing like a balloon with his seed still drooling into that tight tunnel until a rim of creamy white pooled around the base of his cock. With a little rumble he pulled out, showing you exactly what he meant, before the feeling of his shaft ground against your clit with the top of his cock's base pressed in hard and staying put right there. He grinned wickedly as your pulsing hole gushed his load and your own juices out. The press of his cock along your slit sent your honey mixed with his thick glaze trickling along his length until his cockhead dripped the amalgamation to spatter between those tits and hit your chin before dribbling over your lips.

Vixxen's orgasm didn't even die down when you started pumping hard, huffing and grunting at the crest of your own climax. The harder drives spurred her orgasm into high gear, drawing it out until she felt her head spinning and her vision blurring. Those hard thrusts came faster, almost bruising her hips until you suddenly stilled and she could feel your cock swell with cum until it burst inside, jetting in her womb, filling her to the brim so that it oozed out from around your shaft between her lips to trickle down her belly. But when you pulled out, still sputtering and squirting cum, her still-clenching pussy gushed out your co-mingled cum. Thick liquid gobs of it slushed down her belly and chest, spilling and dripping to her chin and lips. Vixxen's tongue slinked out, licking over her bottom lip to lap at the slick, salty cum coating her face, savoring the taste of each of you mixed together. "Mmm fuck, baby. Tastes so good..."