The instant she said the words, I leaned back on my heels before letting out a long, excessive sigh, lips curling into a grin as my heart did its best impression of a drum solo, though instead of yelping like some frazzled squirrel on espresso, I let the tension slip into a drawl.
"Ohhh, look at you. I knew you’d fold eventually," My voice echoed off the splintered walls, smug and playful, daring her to snap, because honestly, Malrick could wait a minute.
Freya just shot me that glare, the one that could curdle milk from a mile away.
"Shut up," she said plainly, her words slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter, and before I could even muster another quip, she ripped off her clothing with a savage yank, the fabric tearing like it owed her money.
The sound was raw, almost primal, buttons popping and seams splitting as her shirt and pants hit the floor in a heap, leaving her standing there in all her glistening glory.
The first thing I noticed was how sweaty she was, beads of perspiration trickling down her neck and pooling in the hollows of her collarbones like she’d just run a marathon through a steam room.
Her breathing was elevated slightly, chest rising and falling in barely controlled heaves that made her breasts jiggle ever so subtly. Yet still, that twisted scowl was still tied to her face, lips curled in disdain as if the very air had offended her.
Gods, she was a sight—furious and feral, like a storm cloud with legs.
I drank in her curves, the way her hips flared out in that dangerous hourglass shape, wide and inviting yet screaming "touch me and you die." Her breasts were heavy, nipples hardened into stiff peaks that begged for attention, bright and puckered against her pale skin.
The scars crisscrossing her torso told stories of battles won and enemies crushed, coiled muscles rippling beneath like steel cables ready to snap. And that shortened blonde hair, choppy and wild, framed her face like a halo of thorns, making her look every bit the creature built for domination—a goddess of war who’d sooner pin you down than whisper sweet nothings.
And oh, she was already leaking from her pussy, thick trails of her cum stretching between her thighs from her earlier ejaculation, viscous strings that snapped and reformed with every shift of her weight, dripping down in slow, messy rivulets that pooled on the floor.
It was disgusting, hypnotic, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my mind racing with a myriad of twisted thoughts.
Freya stepped up to me then, her bare feet slapping against the cold concrete, each movement sending a shiver up my spine that had nothing to do with the chill in the air.
Just the proximity alone made me whimper, a pathetic little sound escaping my lips before I could clamp them shut, my body betraying me like a snitch in a mob movie. She was so close, almost to the point where swore I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, smell the musky tang of her sweat mixed with that earlier release. My knees wobbled like jelly in an earthquake.
"Show me," she said, her voice low and commanding, like a drill sergeant barking orders at a recruit who’s already peed his pants.
I hesitated for a split second, my face flushing with utter embarrassment, cheeks burning hotter than a jalapeño in hell, but slowly, deliberately, I lifted up my skirt, the frilly fabric bunching in my trembling fingers as I revealed my panties and the thick pressing bulge straining against them.
Oh gods, why does this turn me on so much? It’s like my dick has a mind of its own.
"Fucking disgusting," Freya growled, her words dripping with venom that only served to fuel the fire brewing beneath my loins.
Then, without warning, she moved her hand to cup around my balls, fingers rough and calloused from whatever violent life she’d led, rubbing them slightly with a pressure that made me gasp and squirm. The sensation was electric, her palm warm and insistent, kneading like she was testing ripe fruit at a market from the underworld.
Then she trailed her fingers higher, ghosting over the fabric, sending sparks shooting up my spine before yanking down my panties in one swift, brutal motion, letting my cock kiss the air with a slap that echoed in my ears as it began bobbing like an eager puppy wagging its tail, the tip already glistening with pre-cum that dripped in a slow, lazy string.
Fuck, I’m so exposed, so vulnerable—why does her disgust make me harder? It’s like my body’s wired wrong, or maybe just right for this kind of madness.
I tried to act like a seductive little brat, batting my eyelashes and purring, "Oh, Freya, you know you want this naughty little—"
"I told you to shut up!" She growled before shooting out to grab me by the hair, fingers tangling in my locks with a yank that made my scalp tingle.
Before I could finish my quip, she threw me onto the tattered couch at the center of the room, the cushions wheezing under my weight as I landed with a thud, skirt hiking up around my waist like a failed parachute.
My eyes blew wide, shock and arousal mixing in a cocktail that left me breathing like a panting animal fresh from a chase, chest heaving as I stared up at her towering form. And yet, I didn’t move to fight it, didn’t even twitch a muscle in resistance—hell, my cock just throbbed even harder as her scowl twisted deeper at the sight of my arousal.
Freya glanced down at my twitching dick, her eyes lingering on the way it pulsed and jerked like it was about to burst.
"I hate when it throbs like that, so fucking gross." Her voice was laced with contempt. "I suppose I have no choice but to relieve you of your tension..."
She said it almost like I was some annoying itch she had to scratch. I bit back, my voice shaky yet defiant. "With all do respect, I think you’re the one who’s in need of relief."
Ha, take that, you scowling siren—admit it, you’re just as horny as I am, your body’s screaming for it while your face plays hard to get.
She snarled, a guttural sound that silenced me again, lips peeling back to reveal teeth that looked ready to bite. Before I could retort, she dropped to her knees with a thud that made the floor vibrate.
I couldn’t help but watch how her breasts shuddered up and down as her breath grew a little more ragged, nipples scraping the air. The sight was mesmerizing, her sweaty skin catching the dim light peeking through the windows, making her look like a warrior goddess kneeling not in worship, but in conquest.
She arched her back then, spine curving like a bow ready to fire, accentuating every muscle and scar on her torso before cupping her hands around her breasts, lifting them with a squeeze that made her flesh spill over her fingers.
She plopped them onto my thighs with a wet slap, the sound echoing lewdly as her warm, sweaty mounds engulfed my legs. The contact was electric, her skin sticky against mine, nipples dragging trails as she adjusted. Then she began pressing them between my throbbing cock.
Fucking hell, it’s like being hugged by two pillows from heaven’s kinkiest cloud—soft, smothering, and oh so messy.
Suddenly, Freya spat on my tip, a thick glob of saliva landing with a wet splat, dribbling down the shaft before she began to move, smothering me with her massive tits in slow, deliberate strokes.
The friction was divine torture, skin slapping against skin with smacks that filled the room. I clutched the edge of the couch to anchor myself, fingers digging into the fraying fabric as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my hips bucking involuntarily.
While she moved, her face became even more disgusted, brows furrowing deeper, lips twisting into a grimace that only made her even hotter in my twisted mind. Look at her, pretending to hate this while her body’s betraying her. It’s hilarious, like she’s allergic to fun but can’t stop scratching the itch.
After a little while, the buildup became unbearable, pressure coiling deep in my belly like a spring about to snap.
"Freya, oh gods, please wait...it’s too much—I’m gonna fucking explode,"
"Fucking noisy bitch, shut the fuck up. You don’t get to cum until I tell you to." Her tone was dripping with annoyance, her words a command that sent shivers down my spine.
I couldn’t even hear her properly over the roar in my ears, the wet, sloppy sounds dominating my mind as glistening trails of her saliva began stretching between her breasts and my cock with each pounding movement.
It was all too much for me to take in, the sensory overload frying my brain like an egg on a hot sidewalk. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!
The second I saw my cock peek out from her breasts again, red and slick, pushing through her soft cleavage like a periscope in a sea of flesh, I lost it completely, cumming in thick, sticky ropes that splattered all over her face and landed between her breasts.
The release was explosive, my body convulsing as spurt after spurt painted her skin white, dripping down in rivulets mixing with her sweat. Freya brought her tits up to smother my cock even harder, closing her eyes tight against the onslaught, as another wave pulsed through me, more cum oozing out from beneath her breasts in a sticky glaze that melted down my thighs.
After I was done releasing myself, spent and trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, Freya let go of her breasts and let them drop around my thighs with a heavy flop, the aftermath an absolute mess—thick strands of cum stretching between her breasts like spiderwebs of sin, spilling down her chin in slow dripples.
Oh shit, I just turned her into a cum canvas—what a masterpiece, if I do say so myself. But that look on her face? Priceless rage incoming.
I cupped my mouth immediately, horror and guilt washing over me, before whispering my apologies, "Shit, I’m sorry, Freya, I didn’t mean to—oh gods, fuck."
Freya opened her eyes, cum dripping from her lashes, before her face twisted into pure and unfiltered rage, features contorting like a storm about to break.
Then she yelled out, "YOU ABSOLUTE PIG! YOU FILTHY CUM SPRAYING SWINE! FUCKING PATHETIC!"—her voice booming like thunder, making me shrink back even as my cock twitched at the insults.
Freya stood up with a shaking groan, her body trembling from fury, or arousal, or maybe both, muscles flexing as she towered over me once again. Before I could brace myself, she slammed her bare, sweaty foot straight onto my cock, the sole pressing down with a squish against my sensitive flesh.
I yelped, the initial pain sharp as a slap from karma, but then it instantly melted into pleasure, warmth spreading through me in crashing waves of emotion. She began sliding her foot across my dick, toes curling slightly, the friction raw and messy as residual cum began smearing along her sole.
I began squirming, "Freya, stop, it’s too much, you’re crushing me!"—but I saw it on her face, a wicked smile of satisfaction flashing briefly, eyes gleaming with triumph.
That expression disappeared as soon as her toes wrapped around my tip, gripping me like naughty fingers. I began leaking between them, watching my cum lap onto my stomach and pool at the base of my cock.
The scowl came back then, fiercer than ever. "Leaking already, you premature pervert?! You’re a joke, a sticky, pathetic joke!"—her words stinging deliciously.
She lifted her dripping foot from my cock, strings of cum snapping as she pulled away, leaving me glistening and spent.
Then, without warning, shepounced.
Her body crashed into mine like a predator claiming its prey, knees straddling my hips as she pinned me to the couch. She leaned in close, her breath scorching against my ear like a desert wind, lips brushing the sensitive skin as she growled, "I’m done toying with you. You hear me?! The next time you dare cum without my say-so, I’ll fucking end you..."
My eyes blew wide with terror and arousal, a cocktail that made my heart pound like a war drum. Before I even had time to protest, beg, or quip, Freya grabbed my cock from behind, her fingers rough and insistent, aligning it before sinking her pussy onto me in one fluid, engulfing motion.
Holy fuck, she’s taking me whole—and gods, she’s so tight! So wet, like a velvet vice grip from the gods of smut.
"Freya, you’re so fucking tight!" I yelped as her inner walls clenched around me, hot and slick, pulsing with every inch of me she took in. It was raw, messy, her cum from before mixing with mine, creating a slippery mixture that leaked out around the base.
Freya moved slowly at first, rising and falling in deliberate strokes that drew out every last moan from me, my hips bucking up to meet her, the pace agonizingly teasing. Then her rhythm began building from languid to insistent, her hips ramming down with wet smacks that echoed lewdly across the room.
I began losing track of thought, mind fracturing under the assault, pleasure blurring through my senses as Freya pressed her forehead against mine before meeting my lips in a sloppy kiss—rough, biting, our tongues clashing like swords in battle.
She smirked a wicked smile then, pulling back slightly as her eyes widened with an animalistic ferocity. Her movements became faster then, hips slamming into me with reckless abandon, followed by the rapid sound of squelching as her juices began flying between us, splattering on my thighs and the couch in messy arcs of release
I begged for her to let me cum, voice cracking— "Please, Freya, I can’t hold it in, fuck, let me explode inside of you!" —feeling the pressure build to dangerous levels.
"Not yet..." she said, her words a taunt that only heightened the edge, smirking as she ground down harder.
I begged again, desperate now, body trembling as I teetered on the brink, "Freya, please, I’m gonna die if I don’t!" She leaned away from me, arching back for leverage, before slamming down one final time with a force that shook the couch.
"Cum for me, now."
And I did so, violently flooding into her insides as her pussy sealed around my dick, walls milking every desperate spurt, my cum pulsing in thick waves that began filling her to the point of overflowing. Freya’s smile didn’t falter, twisted and triumphant.
"Good boy, filling me up like an obedient little slut."
She pulled out with a wet pop, the sound obscene, a trail of our collective fluids stretching and snapping between us, thick and creamy. Quickly, she cupped her hand around her pussy to keep it from leaking, fingers pressing against her folds as dribbles escaped anyway, pooling in her palm.
"Stand up, now," Freya commanded, her tone leaving no room for debate, and I did so in a haze, legs wobbly like a newborn fawn, mind foggy from the afterglow. Stand? After that? My legs feel like jelly, but orders are orders—especially from her.
She took my place on the couch, settling back with a sigh, her body sprawling languidly as cum began to seep despite her efforts. I, thinking this was over, breathed a sigh of relief, the tension easing as I moved to go upstairs again, skirt swishing around my sticky thighs.
However, Freya yanked my wrist, spinning me back around with a strength that made me yelp, pulling me close once more. I was breathless, chest heaving, staring into her eyes burning with feral delight.
"You think you can just walk away like that, you messy little shit? Look at this disaster you’ve caused."
"But we both—" she simply cut me off before pointing down toward her leaking pussy.
"Lick it clean. Every last drop."
I nearly melted right then and there, knees buckling at the sheer filthiness of it, but my arousal took over, curiosity sparking like a match in dry tinder—welp,I’ve never done anything like this before, so why not dive in headfirst?
Heeding her order, I sank down to my knees, the concrete biting into my skin as I positioned myself between her thighs. Slowly, I moved my head closer, inches away from her dripping core, feeling the heat rolling off of her. I began sniffing her pussy, catching the musky scent of our juices, salty and tangy, mixed with her natural aroma that made my head spin.
"Stop sniffing like a dog and get to it, idiot!"—her hand twitching as if ready to force me.
I darted my tongue out, tasting just a little at first, the flavor exploding on my taste buds—creamy, bitter-sweet, our essences blending in a cocktail of debauchery. It was addictive, drawing me in despite the mess.
Freya rolled her eyes, exasperation clear, before gripping me by the back of the head and slamming me straight into her, face-first into the wet heat of her pussy.
I muffled a yelp against her folds, the sudden immersion shocking me, but then I absolutely melted into the moment, tongue lapping out eagerly. I began to lick, drinking up our mess as it leaked out from her, swirling around her entrance, sucking gently on her clit as fluids coated my mouth and chin.
She pressed harder, grinding against my face, smothering me in her unbearable scent and wicked taste. I felt myself stiffening again, couldn’t help it. The pressure built until it was nearly unbearable.
Then she let me breathe for a second, pulling back just enough, leaving my lips and cheeks wet with cum, glistening like I’d been dunked in a vat of lube.
She smirked again, that wicked curve of her lips, before stuffing my face back into her, this time moving her legs to wrap around my head and lock me in place, thighs like vices holding me captive.
Almost instantly, I came again, just a single creamy spurt that dribbled down my cock, landing on the floor with a soft pat. The release was small but intense, body shuddering against her.
Freya seemed satisfied at that, her grip loosening as she released me, pushing me back gently. I pressed a finger to my lips, sucking on it to taste the remnants, before letting out a cute little giggle, the absurdity hitting me as I collapsed back onto the floor, spent and sticky.
Totally worth it.
Just then, Atticus came trailing down the stairs off to the side, his footsteps measured and unbothered, like he hadn’t just walked in on the aftermath of a porn set explosion.
"Malrick’s been spotted slipping out the back. It’s time to move."