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i need to be choked until i either cum or die i have no preference..surprise me

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I’m feeling empty inside.. can you cum in me

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Pyrrha waited with bated breath for his response, her anticipation making every second he wasn’t crawl by at snails pace. She decided to occupy herself in the mean time, slipping fingers under her leotard as she drank in his most recent photo.

But just as she was starting, Renatus’ caller ID abruptly cried for her attention, and Pyrrha jumped while fumbling not to drop her scroll. With some one-handed difficulty, the champion managed to stabilize the device and accept the call, bringing it to her ear.

“ A-ah, Ren? Sorry, you surprised me a little, ” she chuckled breathlessly, nervous excitement creeping her into her tone at the idea of what was about to happen. The fingers by her pussy twitched.

The thing was, Pyrrha wasn’t wrong.

It had been a long time since either of them had to resort to such banal methods as using their own hands, rather than each other’s, to take the edge off. Renatus made trips back to Rozumari frequently and such visits were largely spent in his chambers. With her writhing under his grasp.

But he hadn’t been able to return to his makeshift capital in some time… And it showed.

It showed by how his length was threatening to split his trousers in twain.

Sexting was one thing. It was cute. It was foreplay. But they both needed something far more substantial at the moment. Which is why Renatus did not respond over text.

Instead, he clicked a green phone icon under her name.

“Pick up…” Renatus growled to himself while his hand snaked its way downwards. His palm pressed against his straining member to apply some much needed pressure. “Pick up, pick up, pick up…”

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Late merry Christmas and happy New Year!

Hope both were good!

And that Celestia and Pyrhha didn’t mind joining Yang in wearing slutty mrs Claus lingerie in bed with Ren!

“ Pyrrha, ” Celestia spoke up after a fresh load of spunk had been deposited all over her tits, “ how’s he doing? ”

Pyrrha, who’d been sitting on his face, pulled back to check on the man below.

“ Ren, sweetie, ” the redhead gently patted his cheek, “ you still with us? ”

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King of Wrath, Ana Huang

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as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)

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Winter grunted when Renatus briefly slid off, and sat back down on her chest with the bottle of lube. Her skin jumped at the cool sensation of lube being poured over her breasts—great, she’d have to worry about not getting that everywhere, following however Ren wanted to continue next.

“ Flavored? ” Winter curiously repeated as he started moving his cock between her tits more freely, and evidently enjoying himself quite a bit. She had seen some options for strawberry and chocolate lubricants while browsing, but ultimately decided to stick to basics for her first purchase. She’d never had a need for the stuff until Renatus suddenly kickstarted her sex life.

Speaking of—his dick was pressing against her lips quite incessantly, waiting for her to continue her work while he used her breasts. Winter grumbled ever so slightly at his teasing, but opened her mouth, letting him glide on her tongue while her lips locked around him with every thrust. And with her hands free, she took the liberty to adjust her boobs and draw his legs tighter around her, giving him a much tighter experience.

Lube.

Winter Schnee went and bought lube. Did she order it online? Did she physically go into a store? He desperately hoped for the latter. Just so he could imagine consumate professional being utterly mortified that she had to visit a sex shop. What a mental image!

Renatus regretfully clambered off of Winter - he couldn’t reach the bottom drawer otherwise - and fetched the bottle. It was pretty basic stuff. Nothing fancy, but it would get the job done well enough. He wasn’t sure how it would taste, though. Not awful, but, well. It was lube.

Also of note was the rabbit vibrator in there. Hmm. That could be useful for later.

“Some advice for next time.” Renatus began as he climbed back on top of her. As before, his cock slid so effortlessly between her tits. Only now he undid the cap on the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of lubrication onto his cock (and into her cleavage). “Considering how much you love to have my cock in your mouth, get some flavored lube. Whatever flavor you please. You’ll be the one tasting it, after all.”

Renatus began rocking his hips and he groaned. “Oh that’s the ticket…” He slid back and forth far easier now. “Come on, Winter. Kiss the tip. I know you want to.”

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Winter shot him a pointed look, even through her arousal—that was her line, thank you. But at least he was aware, and judging by how he eagerly pushed even more of himself past her lips, she shouldn’t be surprised by how much he was getting off on it. Renatus combed past her bang, tugging ever so gently on her scalp while his hips rocked into her mouth. His thighs kept her tits firm around his cock, giving him enough resistance to prevent him from going too deep.

Again, Winters face darkened at his praise and explicit desire to properly fuck her tits. She couldn’t believe she was doing this but…

“ …B-bottom drawer, to your left, ” Winter briefly spat out his cock to inform him, “ I… I took the liberty of purchasing some, uh— lube. If y-you want it. ”

This, Renatus realized, was the joy of sleeping with Winter Schnee. The poor girl was so uptight. So restrained. So professional. Oh, he understood why. Winter didn’t talk about her home life much, but he had heard some tidbits from Weiss.

He was almost positive Winter had never been with anyone before him. And it… made him glad that she was willing to share this with him. Oh sure, Winter still acted all holier than thou, but that only lasted until she had a cock stuck in her face. And then…

Well.

She did this.

“I’m corrupting you.” Renatus chuckled. His fingers found purchase in her hair, more for his own stability than anything, as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. His cock slid between her heaving tits, causing quite a bit of friction.

His gaze softened, and in that moment he gazed at Winter as if she were his entire world.

“But I can’t help it. You look so pretty when you’re kissing my dick. Mmm… lick it all over, Winter. Make sure it’s nice and wet. Don’t want to fuck your tits dry.”

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Oh god, he pulling up damn list—Winter had to resist squirming under him as Renatus idly shared the awful things he would imagine doing to her on a regular basis, her breasts no doubt only the start of it. The soldier chewed her lips, grunting under her breath at how easily he got to her with his casual depravity. He definitely should not be thinking of her body like that while they were working! And yet, knowing he did made her feel sinfully good.

Him and his inappropriate desires… damn it.

“ I-it’s in my face! ” Winter very quickly defended her ogling with a harumph, “ because you put it there, expecting me to just— ” She pursed and thinned her lips, struggling to find her words while his cock was just staring at her, waiting. It was taunting her—go for it, the devil on her shoulder that was basically Ren said, gorge yourself on it, like you’ve done before.

It only worsened as the real Renatus moved his hips forward, pushing her breasts more taught around his length, and letting the tip hover less than an inch from her lips. If she pursed them, she could kiss it. Her poor face was becoming red enough to make her lightheaded, and it was nothing but the blood rushing through her ears that finally talked her into tilting her face forward, and letting his tip push into her hot, wet mouth with a slightly whiny moan.

“Among other things.” Renatus shrugged far too innocently. “Let’s see,” he hummed as if trying to pull up a mental list. “There’s also groping, kneading… Ah, sucking on them, can’t forget that. Teasing your nipples with my tongue. So on and so forth, I’m sure you get the picture.”

He glanced down, now paying far closer attention to Winter’s reactions.

“Unless…” Renatus mused, “You were too distracted to conjure up such mental images? You seem… quite intensely focused, Winter. Like a cat that’s spotted its prey.” Actually- “Bet your ass is wiggling in anticipation too~”

He pushed himself forward, pushing the bottom of her breasts right up against his abdomen. And, more importantly, bringing his cock ever so tantalizingly closer to her lips.

“I know you’re a soldier, Winter, but do I really need to order what you’re already desperate to do?”

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Despite her attempts to smother him, Renatus’ laughter managed to infect the hardened soldier somewhat, the slightest smile breaking through. She was about to relent and let him beg for forgiveness, but he managed to act faster, climbing on top of her to pin her down. Winter felt a third leg slide over her breasts, just so happening to find its place snuggled between them as Renatus looked down at her, victorious.

She made the mistake of looking, and immediately exploded into a furious blush upon facing the head of his cock, just a few inches from her chin and her rapidly drooling mouth.

“ R-Renatus— ” Winter sputtered, scandalized, especially as he grabbed her wrists, restraining her further as his cock rested tantalizing on her rising chest. Her eyes met his, embarrassed beyond belief and shamefully getting off on that fact. He- he wanted her to…

“ So, ” Winter coughed, trying not to let her voice crack, “ this what goes through your mind all day? You stare at my breasts because you want to stick your penis between them? ”

He couldn’t help but laugh even as he protested her cruel assault via pillow. “Hey now!” Renatus called out in vain. Ignore the giggling, he truly was in dire straits. “Pillow warfare was outlawed by the Vytal Accords you know! Cruel and unusual!”

Clearly there was only one way to stop her dastardly attack. Renatus pushed himself off of his side and slid on top of her. He straddled Winter. Not in her lap, no, but much further up. His cock, more than sufficiently aroused from its slumber, slotted so nicely and naturally between her breasts.

“So rude.” Renatus tsked as he grabbed her wrists. “Do you expect me not to make a pass at every opportunity? When I want you so badly? When I know you want me so badly? So long as we get the job done, was does it matter?”

His cock twitched in her cleavage. A wry smirk crossed his face.

“Besides… we both know you can’t resist this. Not when it’s so prominently displayed. When it’s so close you can practically taste it again.”

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Could she feel it? Of course she did—she felt his blazing desire for her every moment they shared. After being ignored for years, there was nothing hotter than knowing her husband would take every opportunity to bend her over, grope at her body and make her scream his name—and he usually did.

The gentle, but firm ‘stop’ brought her back to reality, and the anticipation of what would follow made her swallow around him with anxious excitement. Renatus’ cock was pulled from her lips, coated with a good amount of spit as her hands regretfully left him to get into position. Willow sat back, pulling the night gown over her head so he had full access to her body. She leaned back further, spreading her legs so he got witness the mess his cock and wet dream had left her with. Her inner thighs were damp, and her labia were glistening with desire, further compounded by her embarrassed, but desperate look.

“ Please, Ren~ I was already teased so badly in my dream, by your cock, and by the beautiful ring you were about to give me…! ”

One of his favorite things about his wife were the noises that came out of her mouth. The Schnee Matriarch was so wanton and lustful. All for him. Just for him. Oh, how the other well-to-do wives back in Atlas would TALK if they knew.

Ah, but Atlas was gone and Willow was here, in Mistral, with him. And they did things differently here in Mistral. Mmm, he’d quite thoroughly corrupted her, hadn’t he?

“Do you feel it?” Renatus cooed. “Just how hard I am for you? Oh, love, you feel so damn good.”

Because if there was one thing Willow (or any Schnee in his experience) loved, it was being praised. Something he had no end of, in regards to his wife.

His thighs trembled as Willow worked her magic. Tongue licking his length like a delicious lollipop… gorging herself on him.

“Mmm… stop.” He commanded, but to her benefit. “You did well, Willow… Now I’m ready.” This was, after all, a fluff job rather than a full blow job. He had no intentions of dumping his cum anywhere other than her needy cunt.

“Present yourself. And beg.”

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Winter grunted, silently acquiescing to the fact that no, they weren’t currently on a job, so it was technically fine. But it wouldn’t stop her from laying into him when he flirted with her regardless.

“ I’m not the one making passes at every opportunity, Renatus, ” Winter sternly countered, “ so if my presence is enough to distract you so badly, you should do better to get a hold of yourself and your urges. ”

Of course, the victory of her comeback was swiftly undermined by Renatus recalling how vigorously she had been throating his cock, and that earned him a pillow smacked over her shoulder. Bastard.

“Hmm, who distracts who, I wonder?” Renatus mused, chuckling as he continued his dastardly administrations. This wasn’t the first time they had done this dance, but it was still early days. He was still figuring out what made the older woman (by barely a handful of years) tick. Her shoulders seemed to be awfully receptive to his touch, ah but then again, maybe she was just so starved for affection?

With Winter Schnee, both held equal weight.

“We both know how to be professional when on the clock.” As if he didn’t flirt relentless regardless. “But we’re not on the clock are we?”

His fingers roamed the body he was coming to know so well. Running up and down her sides. Tracing the marks on her hips where he had been gripping her so very hard the prior night.

Across the room, a bouquet of roses had been unceremoniously tossed to the floor and had been laying there all night long.

“Hmm. You’d feel bad if you shut the door in my face… Would you have felt bad if you hadn’t spent an hour lavishing my cock with your tongue?”

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Willow was cute when she whined.

Alright, she was never not cute, but Renatus found his wife especially adorable when she wanted something so dearly (usually him) but was forced to be patient on his own command. Not once questioning him - knowing to follow orders. Such was their dynamic. Willow had the utmost faith in him. Trusting that what he asked of her was for the best, that in the end he would reward her beyond her wildest dreams.

He had yet to let her down, in that respect.

“There we go,” Renatus cooed as he ran his fingers through her hair, “that’s it. Worship me properly.”

There really wasn’t anyone else who could suck him off and fluff him like Willow could. Oh, Willow wasn’t the most skilled with her mouth (not that she was lacking either), but what she lacked in technique (that she was getting better at the more she did it) she made up for in enthusiasm.

It really was like she was worshipping his cock as her personal god, sometimes.

“Get me nice and ready to fuck you back into unconsciousness.”

And worship she did—her lips placed kiss after kiss on the hot skin of his cock. She felt him twitch in anticipation every time, invigorated by her meticulous fluffing up.

Willow braced her hands on his thighs as she moaned hotly around his head, taking a moment to just lavish the tip with her tongue before bobbing her head down to take more of his length. She audibly gagged, but not unpleasantly so, as he went down her throat, moaning lecherously around him as she did.

“ Mmggh— Ahhm~ ”