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[ariaetherium]

Sinful pt 2

Characters: Zayne [ Love and Deepspace ] X Female OC

MDNI🔞

Warnings: EXPLICIT/ SMUT

Word count: 5668

Synopsis: This was the first time in six months Elena had gone on a mission without Zayne. When she returns things get… 🥵🥵🥵

"I know you missed me. I know you're horny, you're so dirty... ah," he gasped, "but I have to finish this meeting, love please?"

This was the first time in six months of being together that Elena went on a mission without Zayne.

She should have returned by now...

Zayne anxiously checked his phone, his heart pounding. His mind raced through all the possible scenarios of what could have gone wrong, only heightening his worry.

"Doctor, don't forget about your video conference in an hour." The intern's voice pulled Zayne out of his thoughts.

"Right, thank you," Zayne murmured before excusing himself to tend to another patient.

A pang of hope seized him. For a moment, he allowed himself to believe it might be Elena. But as he fished out his phone, he saw it was only a reminder for his meeting.

Goddammit... If you don't come back to me...

With a resigned sigh, he pocketed the phone again and stepped into the room.

With only thirty minutes to spare before his conference call, he sat in his office. His heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might burst out of his chest as he read and reread the last text she had sent him from yesterday. He leaned over his desk, covering his face with trembling hands. His jaw was clenched tightly, and he could feel the tension radiating through his body. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to calm down and began organizing all the necessary documents for the upcoming meeting.

As the meeting reached its midpoint, Zayne's gaze flicked towards the door as it opened with a creak. Elena entered, unscathed and smiling softly at him.

"Excuse me, I'll be just a moment," Zayne quickly muted the microphone and turned his computer away. He rushed up to hug her, saying, "Hi, princess." His voice trembled with worry as he scolded her, "You had me worried sick, you idiot. I thought you..."

Elena let out a soft laugh as she held him close. "I'm sorry, baby. I really wanted to go home and get cleaned up before surprising you." She gently pulled his chin down towards her, inviting a kiss.

Zayne didn't hesitate, melting into the familiar softness of her lips with a passion born out of relief and frustration. His hands roamed over her, checking for any injuries that she had a habit of failing to mention. When he was satisfied that she was indeed unscathed, his hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. It wasn't enough... it would never be enough. But she was here. She was safe.

He pulled back from their kiss just enough to look her in the eyes. "Never do that again, dammit," he whispered, his gaze intense. "Promise me."

Elena looked at him, her smile fading into a more solemn expression. She raised her hand to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing across his skin. "I promise."

Should've known he'd be losing his shit like the control freak that he is.

With a sigh of relief, Zayne pulled her against him, burying his face into the crook of her neck. For a moment, they held each other in quiet reassurance before he reluctantly pulled away.

"I have to finish up this meeting." He gestured towards his computer screen.

Elena nodded and watched him settle into the chair. Zayne looked back down at the paperwork in front of him, gathering his thoughts as he prepared to rejoin the call.

A mischievous smirk crept up on Elena's face as she locked the door and crawled under his desk. Zayne's eyes widened in surprise as he watched her unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. "Elena! W-W-What are you doing?" he stammered.

Elena ignored him and took him into her mouth. Zayne's eyes went wide, and a desperate sound choked in his throat.

"Y-you.. you can't do this right now, you-" He hissed before a soft moan slipped out of his mouth. "Ah fuck, you naughty... brat."

Zayne gaped at her and opened his mouth to protest. But before he could speak, the familiar voice of his colleague rang out from the speakers of his computer. "Dr. Seoeon, are you there?"

Zayne frantically twisted the computer towards himself and quickly unmuted the mic, all while keeping his hand tightly holding onto Elena's hair under the desk.

"Y-Yes, sorry about that," he responded, his voice tight as he fought to keep it steady. His eyes locked with Elena's, a mix of warning and desperation in them.

"No problem, doctor," the voice replied, oblivious to the situation unfolding on the other side. "We were discussing the new treatment protocol."

"O-of course," Zayne stuttered, desperately trying to keep his focus. But the sensation of Elena's mouth on him was making it nearly impossible. "I believe we need to... We need to..."

Elena paused, looking up at him with a smirk. Zayne shot her a pleading look that made her giggle quietly.

"Doctor?" The voice from the laptop inquired, a note of concern in his tone.

"I'm sorry... I'm not feeling well," Zayne managed to reply, clenching his teeth tightly. "I believe we should increase the dosage gradually...to avoid any adverse reactions."

Elena suppressed another laugh, her hand covering her mouth as she watched Zayne struggle to concentrate while she stroked him. She then took him deep, sucking hard, her actions muffled by Zayne's pants and the sound of his rapid, panicked breathing.

"Yes, that makes sense... anything else, Dr. Seoeon?" Zayne's colleague questioned from the laptop screen.

"Ummm...ah...just continue with the standard follow-up protocols," he stammered, closing his eyes tightly as he felt Elena intensify her efforts. "I'm sorry, I need a moment."

He quickly moved the computer and muted the mic again.

"Hey... hey," he whimpered, "can we save this for later, princess?" He tenderly stroked her cheek as he gazed down at her, but the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes with his dick in her mouth sent him reeling.

"I know you missed me. I know you're horny, you're so dirty... ah," he gasped, "but I have to finish this meeting, love please?"

His pleas only fueled her desire as she continued to move her head up and down, her throat tightening around the tip of his cock.

"Holy fu— that feels so fucking good, "he mumbled with his eyes rolling back into his head. "You're so naughty princess."

But the taste of him and the sound of his ragged breathing was intoxicating. She ignored his pleas and continued her ministrations, flicking her eyes up to meet his dark lust-filled gaze. Elena's actions only seemed to increase his whimpers and moans. Without hesitation, Zayne struck her cheek, just enough to startle her and make her let go of him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he whispered angrily. "You can't distract me like this, I'm trying to work."

Elena's eyes flicked up to meet his, a devilish grin on her face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oh, I know," she said mischievously. "That's the fun part."

Zayne let out a frustrated sigh, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to regain his composure. His eyes were dark, conflicted between the desire to pull her back and finish what she started or to push her away and continue with his work.

Without wasting a moment, Elena dug her fingers into his thigh and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft until she reached the tip of his cock. She playfully swirled her tongue around, sending shivers down his spine.

Zayne, struggling to hold back a gasp, clutched the edge of his desk, his knuckles going white. "Elena," he growled lowly, "stop it. Now."

Ignoring his command, Elena moved her hand around to stroke him and flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock again, causing him to groan loudly.

"Elena," he repeated more forcefully. "Stop."

But Elena didn't let up. Instead, she pressed her lips against his base and tightened her grip around him.

"Fuck," Zayne muttered under his breath, as Elena continued her assault unabated.

The voice on the speakers asked, "Dr. Seoeon? Are you still with us?" The concern was palpable in his voice, but Zayne was too distracted to fully acknowledge it. He managed to unmute his laptop again and faced the screen.

"Y-yes, sorry," he stuttered, gasping as Elena continued her actions ruthlessly. "I'm... I'm here."

The voice seemed to accept this, continuing on with the discussion of the treatment protocol. Zayne barely heard a word, all his concentration spent on maintaining his composure.

"Very well," the voice replied, "shall we discuss the potential side effects? I think it's crucial we are aware of any potential problems moving forward."

"I... ah... yes," Zayne managed to gasp out. His eyes flickered down to Elena, whose actions had slowed but not ceased. "That would be prudent."

"Excellent," the voice said, satisfaction clear in his tone. He began to list potential side effects and risks of the new treatment protocol. Each symptom he named became a distant echo in Zayne's mind as Elena continued to play her game.

"Doctor?" the voice called suddenly, snapping him back to reality.

"Yes? Yes, sorry," Zayne stuttered, quickly glancing at Elena before returning his attention to the screen. "Go ahead."

"We were discussing the potential long-term impacts. Any thoughts?"

"Ah, yes...yes, of course," Zayne stumbled over his words, trying to keep his voice steady. He could feel Elena's smirk against his throbbing hardness as she pressed wet kisses along his length. "It's...ah...it's crucial we monitor these effects carefully and adjust the treatment protocol accordingly."

"Indeed," the voice on the other side of the screen agreed. "We can't afford any major setbacks. Are you alright, Dr. Seoeon? You seem...off."

Zayne took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet the eyes of his colleagues on the screen. "Yes, I apologize," he said, his voice unsteady. "I'm just, um, feeling nauseous."

The chuckle from the computer was friendly but a little too knowing. "I understand."

Zayne barely heard him as Elena quickened her pace again, her fingers wrapping around him and squeezing in a rhythmic pattern that had him nearly biting his knuckle to keep from crying out. "I think I need a minute," Zayne said, trying to sound casual.

"Okay," the voice agreed. "No problem."

"Alright," Zayne managed to choke out as Elena's pace quickened further, her hands and mouth working in tandem in a devastating rhythm that threatened to undo him completely.

The second he muted the mic, Zayne's attempt at maintaining self-control crumbled. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping it tightly.

"Fuck... fuck, baby!" He cried out as he violently thrusted into her mouth. "I can't hold it anymore...I'm gonna cum." His voice shook with desperation and desire.

Elena only responded by emitting a low, throaty hum around him, pushing him closer to the edge. Zayne's hips bucked uncontrollably, his entire body shuddering with tension. His grip tightened in her hair as he felt the heat rising from deep within him.

"God, Elena," he gasped again through gritted teeth, one hand flying up to cover his mouth, trying desperately to muffle his own cries. He was dangerously close now, teetering on the precipice.

His breaths grew erratic, coming out in short shallow gasps as he fought against the inevitable. His grip tightened further in her hair, his knuckles white, his body on fire with the onslaught of pleasure wrecking through his veins.

"Fuck—I'm..." Zayne's words were cut off by a moan that tore from his lips, his body convulsing violently. His eyes squeezed shut as he bucked against Elena's mouth, the world around him swirling in a haze of blinding pleasure.

A low cry ripped from his throat as he finally erupted, spilling himself into Elena's waiting mouth. The waves of pleasure coursed through him, all-consuming and entirely overwhelming. His grip on Elena's hair loosened, his fingers trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through him.

"Shit...Elena..." he gasped out, his voice barely a whisper. He was panting hard and fast, his entire body shaking from the intensity of his climax.

Elena pulled back slowly, her lips slick and swollen, and she wiped away at them with the back of her hand. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Dr. Seoeon?" The voice from the computer snapped him back to reality again. "Everything okay?"

Zayne quickly swallowed, blinking hard as he wrestled his breathing under control. "Yes," he said, the word coming out more of a grunt than anything else. He grimaced at the sound of his own voice, rough and raw with spent desire. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yes," he said, this time with more conviction. "I'm alright. Just a... stomach issue."

Elena snorted softly under the desk, and he shot her a warning glance before turning back to the screen. "Now, where were we?" he asked, trying to regain some semblance of professional composure.

The meeting wrapped up soon after. Zayne breathed a sigh of relief as he tucked himself back into his pants.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

Elena laughed, a low, sultry sound. "Some things never change," she replied, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of the office.

Zayne shook his head and stood, adjusting himself uncomfortably. "You're going to get me fired, you dirty brat," he warned, pulling his shirt straight and resetting his tie.

Her laughter only grew louder at his words, the sound rich and infectious. "Come on, you loved it. Admit it," she threw back with a smirk, crawling out from beneath his desk.

"Well, I'd love it a lot more if I wasn't in the middle of a critical conference call next time," Zayne retorted, still attempting to regain his usual collected demeanor. He straightened his glasses and attempted to smooth down the remaining telltale flush in his cheeks.

Elena tilted her head, grinning wickedly, her fingers idly tracing the front of his shirt. "Aren't you the one always telling me that science is all about stepping out of our comfort zones?" she teased.

"Science, yes. My career? Not so much." Despite himself, Zayne couldn't help but mirror her grin, shaking his head in bemusement.

His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous glint appeared in them. "You realize you'll pay for this later, right? You're being very, very bad today," he warned, standing up and looming over her. His finger traced a path along her jawline, sending shivers down her spine. "And you know what happens to bad girls?" He murmured into her ear, "They. Get. Punished."

His voice was a low, dangerous murmur that echoed in her ears even after he had taken a step away from her, his hand no longer creating that burning sensation on her skin. She watched him retreat, a small glint of defiance occurring in her eyes.

"Oh really, Doctor?" Elena's tone was playful, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "And just how do you plan on punishing me?"

Zayne let out a low chuckle, matching her teasing tone. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the desk casually, his gaze never leaving Elena's face.

"You'll see," he responded, his voice dangerously low. The glint in his eyes told Elena that he wasn't bluffing. "Now go home, I have a one more surgery then I'm done for the day." He punctuated with a hard slap, grabbing a handful of her ass.

After a few hours, Mina found herself in front of the mirror, admiring her new lingerie set while eagerly anticipating Zayne's return home.

Her pulse was a steady drum in her ears, her anticipation for the evening's events making her skin tingle with electricity. Elena ran her fingertips over the delicate lace edging of her panties, biting her lip as she imagined Zayne's reaction. The color was a dark, seductive crimson - chosen specifically to cause a certain effect.

She moved to slip on the matching bralette, fixing it securely before adjusting the straps. A flicker of satisfaction passed over her face as she admired her reflection. "Perfect," she murmured, a mischievous glint lighting up in her eyes.

Just then, she heard the front door close, and footfalls echoed through their empty home. A thrill shot up her spine as she prepared herself, not bothering to pull on a robe.

She heard him ascend the staircase, the weight of his footsteps growing louder as he neared their bedroom. The door creaked open, and there he stood, his eyes wide as he took her in.

Zayne's gaze darted from her crimson-clad body, to the mischievous glint in her eyes. He was silent for a moment, his mouth slightly agape as he processed the sight before him.

"Jesus," He breathed as his eyes ravaged her body.

Elena merely smiled at him, a sultry sparkle dancing in her eyes. She made no move to cover herself or shy away from his gaze. Instead, she boldly sauntered towards him, the sway of her hips exaggerated with each step she took. When she stopped before him, she could see the lust raging in his eyes, could feel the rising heat between them.

He grabbed her forcefully, causing her to let out a small cry as he laid her across his lap while sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand traced down her back, over the curve of her ass before delivering a sharp slap.

"You were such a bad girl today..." He whispered, running his fingers softly over the spot he'd just struck, a stark contrast to the stinging spank. "Very, very bad."

A thrill of anticipation coiled tightly in the pit of her stomach, a fluttery blend of fear and excitement causing her breath to come in shallow pants. She nodded mutely, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

He continued his gentle touches, tracing lazy circles around her exposed skin, down to her thighs and back. It was a soft, soothing torture that juxtaposed with his previous actions.  And then, without any warning, he delivered a second slap, harder than the first. Elena gasped as his hand made contact, the sharp sting sending a wave of sensation rippling through her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, her fingers clenching in the sheets beneath her.

But just when she thought he'd deliver another lashing, he surprised her by sliding his fingers along the delicate lace of her thong and snapped it against her skin.

"My naughty girl," he crooned softly, his breath fanning over her heated skin as he leaned over her. His free hand glided up her spine until he reached the nape of her neck. He captured a handful of her hair, pulling gently to lift her gaze to his. The wicked glint in his eyes fueled the wild inferno building within her.

"Yes daddy," She whimpered, pressing herself back against him, seeking more of the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain he was so adept at delivering. "I've been bad, so very bad."

His laughter was dark and rich in her ear, a heady sound that caused goosebumps to erupt on her skin. "I much prefer when you're my good girl instead." His voice was a soft rumble, his words rolling over her like waves.

His hand moved again, the rough pads of his fingers causing her skin to tingle as he traced the curve of her hip. The tension was palpable, his gaze never leaving hers as he flexed his palm, a clear warning.

"I want you to be good for me, Elena," Zayne murmured into her ear. "Can you do that?"

Her breath hitched as his words slid over her, seeping deep into her skin. "Yes," she managed to gasp out, caught within the mesmerizing pull of his gaze.

Then he lifted her and threw her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers as he began to restrain her wrists and then her ankles.

His hands were firm and unyielding, securing her to the bed with a skill that spoke of familiarity. The soft satin ties he used contrasted starkly against her flushed skin, their cool touch eliciting goosebumps down her spine. The look in his eyes was predatory as he surveyed his handiwork. Satisfaction twined with desire, making them shine with an almost otherworldly glow. His lips curled in a dark smile as he leaned over her, tracing the edge of her lingerie with a teasing finger.

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. Elena's eyes widened, her breath hitching as he switched it on, the low hum filling the room. Zayne's fingers were deft as he slid the delicate lace of her thong aside and placed the vibrator against her wetness. The first contact made her buck wildly against the ties restraining her, a broken whimper falling from her lips.

He chuckled low in his throat as he watched Elena's reaction, increasing the speed of the vibrator and delighting in the way she writhed beneath him. Her eyes rolled back, the sensation taking over every sense.

Zayne reveled in her pleas and moans, a wicked smile dancing upon his lips. He teased her with the device, pushing her towards the edge only to withdraw it at the last second, leaving her writhing in desperation beneath him.

Elena could hardly think coherently under the assault of sensation. The coolness of the satin ties against her heated skin, Zayne's warm breath fanning over her body, the vibrations coursing through her - it was all too much and not nearly enough at the same time.

"Zayne, please..." She whimpered, her eyes pleading with him.

His smile turned more sinister as he ignored her pleas, the hum of the vibrator never wavering. He used his other hand to knead her breast, teasing her sensitive nipple through the lace. "Are you close?" He whispered.

"Yes," she gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably under his touch. "Please...I need..."

He removed the vibrator and turned it off, causing Elena to groan in frustration.

"Oh, but you're being punished. You don't get to cum until I say you can." The glint in his eyes told her he was savoring the moment.

Elena let out another whimper, her body trembling with need. The room seemed to spin around her, her senses heightened to a point where she could feel even the smallest movement of air against her skin.

Zayne chuckled at her frustration, his fingers trailing down her body to exactly where she needed him most. His touch was warm against her, teasing and taunting. "You'll have to earn it, love".

Powerless beneath him, Elena could only nod and beg. Her voice was hoarse with desire, eyes wide and pleading. "I will...anything...please..."

Zayne leaned over her, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "Tell me how much you want it," he whispered huskily into her ear, his breath making her shiver.

Elena's heart pounded against her chest, the anticipation was overwhelming. Struggling against her restraints to no avail, she was forced to rely on her words. "I need you so bad... I can't stand it," she panted, trying to convey the desperation that resided within her.

His response was a wicked chuckle that echoed off the walls. "That's it, beg for me," he murmured.

"I... I need you, Zayne," she stammered out, her voice shaking with unfiltered desire. "I'm... I'm begging you..."

Zayne stood up from the bed, his hazel eyes hooded as he looked over her all wanton and desperate for him. His resolve was weaking by the second, his hands slowly moving to strip his clothes off.

A small whine left Elena's lips as she watched him, wanting so badly to touch him. "Fuck baby, please..."

His chest heaved slowly up and down as he approached her once more, his hands sliding up her thighs before ripping off the offending piece of lace that stood in his way, before positioning himself at her entrance.

"You want daddy's cock?" He whispered, slapping his hardness against her swollen clit.

Her whimper was a needy and affirmative sound, her hips lifting slightly in an instinctive attempt to bring him closer. But Zayne held back for a moment longer, his gaze sweeping down to where she was spread open for him and wet with anticipation.

He pushed forward, filling her in one smooth motion. Elena let out a choked gasp as the sensation overwhelmed her, pleasure and relief washing over her as he began moving inside her.

The resistance of the ties only heightened the intensity. Elena could do nothing but take what he gave her.

"Oh you feel good. Too fucking good," Zayne moaned as he thrust into her. Each movement was deliberate and calculated, designed to drive her to the edge of insanity with pleasure.

Her cries echoed in the room, filling Zayne's ears with sounds that only stoked his desire further. The sight of her beneath him, bound and at his mercy, was almost too much to bear.

"Zayne!" She screamed his name, her back arching off the bed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. His pace increased, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

"That's right baby, you scream daddy's name." His voice was ragged with the building tension. "F-fuck," he growled, the cords in his neck straining. His grip on her hips tightened to the point of bruising as his rhythm intensified.

"Oh god, Zayne.. I'm.. I'm—" Elena cried out. But just as he felt her tightening around him, he pulled out.

"No, Zayne!" She wailed, struggling against her restraints, the sudden emptiness unbearable. But Zayne just smirked, his eyes glinting with dark desire as he restrained her from finding the release she craved.

"No," he rasped, his control hanging by a thread. "Not yet."

He smirked at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to regain control. His hands moved slowly, releasing her from her restraints. Then he flipped her over, pulling her hips up to meet his as he slowly slid back into her. Elena's groan of satisfaction filled the room as she finally got what she had been begging for.

"Don't you dare cum yet," Zayne warned, his voice strained. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements to match the torturously slow pace he set.

He pulled all the way out, slamming into her, causing her to cry out. He did it a few more times, watching her eyes roll back as she struggled to look back at him.

"Look at you, taking daddy's cock so well."

Elena's breaths were now labored, every gasp punctuated by his rhythmic thrusts. Every fiber of her being was strung tight, begging for release. The tormenting pleasure was overwhelming her senses as she gave herself to him completely.

With a low growl he pulled out with a harsh slap to her ass. He walked over to the chair in the corner of their room and sat down.

"Now get the fuck over here and get on top of me."

Elena's body trembled as she shuffled to untangle herself from the sheets, her eyes fixated on him. The sight of Zayne lounging in the chair, his hardness standing at attention was enough to make her whimper in need.

She quickly did as he said without breaking eye contract and straddled him.

"Put it in, put it in right now," he whispered, "Now look at me."

A soft moan spilled from her lips as she sank down on his throbbing cock, her walls gripping him tightly.

His hand threaded through her hair, tugging gently.

"Now, who's a good girl?" he punctuated with a slap on her ass. "Look at me and say it. Who's a good girl?"

"I am," Elena whimpered as she ground down against him.

"Mhm, who did a good job taking their punishment tonight?" His question punctuated with another harsh slap.

"I-I did..." She gasped, her eyes locking onto his as her hips undulated in slow rhythmic circles.

"And who gets to cum tonight?" He whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

"I do, daddy." She responded, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

"So do it then. Fuck me." He said, his voice low and gravelly as he sat back.

In response to his command, Elena began moving against him, rocking her hips back and forth in a rhythm that had Zayne gripping her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought to hold back. His eyes were burning holes into her as he watched her ride him, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"That's a good girl, take that fucking dick."

He watched as she moved above him, her body moving in a perfect rhythm with his. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, only serving to push his need for her higher.

Zayne could feel the tension building in his body, the insistent pull of climax growing stronger with each movement of her hips. He clenched his teeth, fighting back a growl of satisfaction that threatened to spill from his lips.

"Zayne," Elena moaned, clutching at his shoulders as she moved faster against him. Her movements were becoming desperate, rushed. He knew she was close. He leaned in, kissing her hungrily as his hands gripped her waist tighter. His kiss was possessive, consuming, matching the pace of their bodies crashing into each other. Elena whimpered into his mouth, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as she approached the edge.

"I missed you, and I missed this tight little pussy too," Zayne murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers running down her spine. A rough palm slid up her back, pulling her closer so their bodies aligned perfectly as he thrusted up into her.

"I missed you so much, daddy."

Her hips were moving with a mind of their own, grinding and rocking against him with growing intensity. Her eyes flickered to meet Zayne's, her gaze filled with fervent desire that matched his own.

"I know, baby." he grunted, his grip on her tightening in response. His control was hanging by a thread, but he refused to let it snap just yet. He wanted to watch her come undone, to shatter under his touch and find solace in the pleasure he was creating for her.

"Do you feel it?" Zayne asked, his voice hoarse from the rampant desire coursing through him. His hand slid between them, fingers rubbing and pinching her throbbing clit. Elena's head fell back, a soft moan slipping from her lips in response to his touch. "Do you feel how much I want you?"

"Yes," Elena gasped out, her fingers clenching in his hair as she struggled to maintain her rhythm amidst the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her.

Zayne's eyes sparkled with satisfaction, his lips curling into a smirk. His fingers increased their pace, pressing and circling her clit with an intensity that had Elena writhing above him, her breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps.

"That's it princess, cum for me. Cum for daddy," he encouraged, his voice a soft yet commanding whisper. His other hand slid back to squeeze her ass cheek, his grip hard enough to leave a mark. He guided her movements, pushing her further down on him, hitting that spot that made her come undone every time.

Elena's eyes rolled back, a low moan tearing from her throat as she felt the pressure inside her snap, her body convulsing in pleasure. Her climax washed over her in waves, pulling a guttural growl from Zayne as he felt her walls clenching around him.

"Cumming," she gasped, the word barely making it past her lips before they were set aflame by his hot, frantic kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth as his body bucked upwards, driving into her with an intensity that made her see stars.

"Yes, that's it," he grunted against her mouth, his teeth nibbling on her lower lip as he rode out her climax. His own was imminent, teetering on the edge and threatening to push him over. But he held back, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible.

"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth when he finally lost his battle against his orgasm. His body tensed beneath her, his hips rising off the chair as he plunged deep inside her one last time. His hands tightened on her waist as a low growl tore from his throat, the sound echoing forcefully through the room. His pulse throbbed against her, releasing his warmth inside her as he let himself go.

"Elena," he gasped, his voice hoarse and choked with pleasure. His climax washed over him in pulsing waves, his body spasming beneath her. He clung to Elena, pulling her down onto his chest as his breaths came out in ragged bursts.

Elena could only whimper in response, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. She buried her face into Zayne's neck, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with the smell of sex.

She could feel his heart pounding beneath her, the rhythm matching her own. Their sweat-soaked bodies clung together, their breaths intermingling as they struggled to catch their breaths. Zayne's hands gently ran up and down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine soothingly.

Elena looked down at him, his hazel eyes half-lidded and glowing with satisfaction. A soft smile played on her lips as she traced a finger over Zayne's chiseled features, memorizing every inch of him. From his tousled, dark hair, to the stubble on his chin and down to the sculpted muscles of his chest, her touch was tender, filled with unspoken love. She kissed him then, a slow, lingering kiss that left them both breathless.

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SINFUL

Characters: Zayne [ Love and Deepspace ] X Female OC

MDNI🔞

Warnings: EXPLICIT/ SMUT/ FLUFF

Word count: 10,694❤️

Synopsis: Zayne and Elena have been lifelong "frenemies". But after this last mission that Elena comes back from, things seem to be different during the visit with her favorite doctor.

"I know, princess," His voice was nothing but a low growl now, his every breath sending chills down her spine. "I’m going to count you down, and you’re going to cum for me."

“You’re late,” Zayne said in his usual blunt tone, not even bothering to look up when Elena burst into the room.   

 If it were anyone else who booked an appointment right at the end of his shift, and then end up late for it, Zayne wouldn’t have bothered staying to wait. But since it was Elena… well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do that night anyway. Plus, he was too distracted by the other medical work he had to review to even notice the time.

Setting his folder down, Zayne finally glanced at Elena as she walked over to the seat and thought, God, this woman is going to be the death of me.

“Don’t look at me like that, Zayne.” Elena huffed as she shifted on the seat, “I just got back from a mission, just do the usual.

Zayne raised a brow, arms crossed over his chest

“You’re always back from a mission…”

He could see the scrapes and bruises on her body, the obvious remnants of yet another hard battle. Even though he was already used to seeing this, it didn’t stop him from letting out a low scoff.

“It’s not my fault I’m good at my job.” Elena smirked as she tilted her head at him.

Zayne rolled his eyes. He wasn’t in the mood for their usual banter tonight.

“Yeah, right. More like you throw yourself straight into danger every chance you get.”

He leaned back in his chair.

“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful? One of these days, you’re going to get seriously hurt.”

“Awe, would that upset you?” Elena teased as she bit her lip.

Zayne’s glare immediately darkened.

Why is it always like this with her?

“Don’t play coy with me,” he shot back. “I’d hate to be the one fixing your stupid ass up afterwards, and then wasting my time dealing with you while you’re stuck recovering.

Elena was taken aback, her brow furrowing.

“Alright, damn. I’m sorry ‘my stupid ass’ is such a nuisance.” She whispered.

Zayne immediately regretted his harshness, seeing that he had upset her. He was just frustrated… but that didn’t give him any excuse to be rude.

“It’s not that-“ He started, but then stopped himself. He was never good at apologizing.

Zayne got up from his chair and walked over to Elena. He sighed and stood in front of her, arms still crossed over his chest. “It’s not that you’re a nuisance.” His voice was quieter now.

“Whatever,” she sighed as she avoided eye contact with him. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Zayne exhaled in annoyance, irritated by how stubborn she could be. But he knew better than to argue with her when she got like this. He began the same routine check-up he always did on her, checking her heart rate, breathing, blood pressure, and other vitals. As he worked, he couldn’t help but frown at the numerous cuts and bruises on her body.

Elena continued avoiding eye contact as he examined her. But she couldn’t help the way her heart beat a little faster in her chest whenever he touched her.

 As Zayne continued to examine her, his hands were gentle, but his expression was stern. His eyes lingered on particularly bad bruise on shoulder before he broke the silence.

“What happened here?” he asked gruffly.

“That? Oh…” she whispered as she looked at the bruise. “I may have gotten blown into a wall.”

Zayne’s jaw clenched. “You may have gotten blown into a wall.” He repeated, his tone dryly sarcastic.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. If there was one thing that drove him up the wall, it was when she brushed off her injuries like they were no big deal.

“What kind of fool thinks getting blown into a wall by a Wanderer is no big deal?”

Elena rolled her eyes as she squeezed her shoulder, “It’s just a bruise.”

Zayne’s eyes darkened. “Do you have any idea how foolish you’re being? You could’ve suffered serious internal damage for all you know!”

He grabbed her arm, his grip firm but careful to not hurt her. “You need to stop acting like getting injured every time you’re on a mission is normal. It’s reckless and irresponsible.”

Elena’s eyes shifted up to meet his. “Hey, sometimes being reckless is what gets me out of there alive. Okay?” She huffed in frustration.

His eyes glinted, his grip on her arm tightening. “And what if one day that recklessness is what gets you killed? What then, huh?”

Elena’s eyes narrowed, “Well then… at least you won’t be bothered with anymore of my visits.”

Zayne felt a pang in his chest at her words.

              Don’t say that.

He wanted to tell her how much her visits meant to him. How she was the only one he ever wanted to see. But Zayne swallowed those words back. Instead, he just gritted his teeth and silently continued his check-up.

Elena breathed slowly and stayed silent, but Zayne could feel the tension in the air. Normally, she would banter and tease him the whole time. But now, she was uncharacteristically quiet. He continued to work in tense silence, his mind racing. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. He just wanted her to see how much her safety meant to him.

Finally, he finished up and let go of her. “You’re free to go,” he said quietly.

“Thanks.” She mumbled as she put her jacket on, wincing slightly.

His eyes flickered over her as she winced. “Wait.” He commanded, stepping closer to her. “Lift up your shirt.”

Elena’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

“N-no… Zayne please—”

Zayne’s expression darkened.

“Lift. It. Up,” he repeated firmly.

He knew she was hiding something from him, and he wasn’t going to let her brush it off. He had a feeling it was much worse than a simple bruise.

Elena clenched her jaw and removed her jacket. She slowly pulled her shirt up, exposing her torso and the lacy bra she was wearing to him.

Zayne’s eyes widened slightly as he saw her lace bra, but he quickly composed himself. He focused on the source of her wince, his gaze zeroing in on a deep cut along her abdomen.

“You were holding back,” his voice was controlled, but his tone was tight. “You let me examine you, and you didn’t tell me about this?” He reached out, trying to gently poke around the area. “How bad is the pain?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.” she whispered, her brow furrowing as she looked away from him.

Zayne’s jaw clenched in frustration.

“Just a flesh wound? Just a flesh wound?” He repeated, his voice raised. “Do you even know how dangerous this is? It doesn’t matter if it’s ‘just a flesh wound’, it needs to be taken care of or it could become an infection. You should’ve told me right away!”

“For God’s sake! I already cleaned it! It’s fine!” She retorted.

Zayne’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh, did you? You think that makes it better?” He let out a sharp scoff. “News flash, Elena, just because you slapped some disinfectant on it doesn’t mean it will magically heal on its own.”

“Ugh, fine!” She hissed as she gritted her teeth and looked away from him.

He was glad she agreed, but her stubborn attitude was driving him insane.

“You’re a complete idiot,” he muttered under his breath. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some supplies. “Take your shirt off and sit down,” he said gruffly. “I need to clean and stitch this up before it gets worse.”

 Elena grumbled but did as he said. Her heart raced in her chest as she realized she was sitting in front of him with just her pants and her bra on, the bra leaving little to the imagination.

Zayne tried to keep his eyes trained on her injury, but it was hard not to notice the way the lace hugged her so perfectly. He was glad he was a doctor, trained to keep his cool and focus on the task at hand. But still, he could feel the heat rising in chest as he tried not to ogle her.

“Stay still,” he said gruffly, his voice a little huskier than usual. 

Elena couldn’t help the slight flush on her cheeks. “Okay.” She whispered.

Zayne gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way her cheeks were flushed. He needed to stay professional, damn it. He leaned in closer to her injury, trying to ignore the fact that she was practically undressed in front of him. His fingers gently prodded around the cut.

“This might hurt a bit,” he warned before using some gauze and antiseptic to clean the wound.

Elena pursed her lips knowing that it indeed was going to hurt like a bitch. He noticed her tensing up and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her, despite his anger towards her carelessness.

“It’ll be over quick,” he said softly. He took a deep breath, and started to stitch the wound with careful, steady hands.

“Ah!” Elena whimpered as she looked away but kept her body still.

Zayne grimaced as he heard her whimper in pain. He hated seeing her hurt like this. His gaze flickered up to her face every now and then, taking note of the way she was biting her lip to keep from crying out.

  “Hurry up. This sucks.” She whispered softly, her brows furrowing as she stared at the ceiling.

Zayne sighed, trying to keep his irritation in check. “I’m going as fast as I can, you impatient fool. If you had just told me about this in the first place, it wouldn’t have taken this damn long to fix.”

“I would’ve been fine without the extra torture.” Elena huffed.

“Extra torture?” He rolled his eyes at her dramatic statement. “Oh please, I’m the one who’s tortured having to deal with you all the time. At least I’m actually doing something productive and treating your stupid injury. You should be grateful I’m even doing this for you…”

Despite his words, his hands continued to work carefully and gently.

Elena sighed in irritation, her fist clenching. “My apologies, I’ll be sure to find a new doctor, so you don’t have to waste your time with me anymore.”

Zayne’s gaze snapped up to hers, his expression darkening. “Like hell you will,” he said firmly, his voice low. “You’re not going to any other doctor but me. Got it?”

Elena turned her head to face him, her eyes narrowing in on him. “Oh? And why the hell not?”

“I’m the only one who knows how to deal with your stupid, reckless self,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve been putting up with your stubborn ass for all these years, and I know your medical history better than anyone else. Plus, I’m not letting someone else patch you up just so you can come back to have me fix everything because they did a lousy job.”

Elena pursed her lips for a moment before smirking. “Ah… Okay, I get it now.”

Zayne raised a brow at her smirk.

“Get what, exactly?” he asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Elena whispered lowly. “You don’t want anyone else touching me.”

Zayne felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. Thinking about her seeing any other doctor or even another man made his blood boil with jealousy. The idea of them touching her, treating her… it made him furious. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his expression neutral as he replied. “Hmph. Don’t flatter yourself.''

“Whatever,” Elena sighed as her face relaxed again.

He rolled his eyes, pretending not to be affected by her words. However, he was painfully aware of her half-naked body just a few inches away from his face. It was taking all his willpower not to look at her, to ignore the way his heart was racing in his chest. Thankfully, he was nearly done. He could feel himself growing more and more frustrated as he tried to keep his eyes averted from her chest, but he couldn’t help himself.

Elena caught him staring for a moment and raised her brow at him. Zayne cursed internally as he realized she had caught him. He quickly diverted his gaze back to her injury, but he could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment and anger at himself.

“Just… stay still and don’t say a word,” he grumbled, trying to focus but his hands were starting to shake slightly, betraying his inner frustration.

“Yeah yeah, hurry it up. This isn’t the way I imagined being poked tonight.” She grumbled under her breath.

That innocent comment instantly snapped his self-control. Zayne’s eyes widened as he looked up at her, his eyes darkening with a mixture of anger and desire. The mental image her words conjured in his mind instantly made his pants feel tighter. He gripped her arm with his free hand, his hand trembling slightly as he tried to keep his composure. “Shut your damn mouth,” he growled.

"Jeez… What’s your problem?” Elena scoffed as she exhaled a deep breath.

Zayne was practically seething with frustration and desire. He could feel her soft skin under his palm, her body just inches away. He could smell the sweet jasmine scent that he loved so much. It was driving him crazy.

“You are my problem,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Always causing trouble... getting hurt.”           

“If I didn’t get hurt so much, then I’d never see your pretty face.” Elena teased.

Zayne’s eyes widened at her teasing tone, his grip on her tightening. “Are you trying to get my on my nerves?” he gritted out.

But deep down, her words did something to him. Just the thought that she wanted to see him, despite her constant recklessness… it made his heart race with emotions.

Elena looked at his hand around her arm, then back to his face. “I don’t have to try. I live there.” She smirked.

Zayne clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into her soft skin. Her smirk was so maddening, he wanted to shut her up, to make her stop mocking and tormenting him. He leaned in closer, his face just inches away from hers. “You have no idea how infuriating you are,” he breathed, his voice thick with anger and desire.

Elena's breath hitched as he leaned closer to her. “Zayne…” she whispered.

At his whispered name, Zayne’s eyes darkened. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, their proximity making his head spin. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her scent filling his nostrils. It was intoxicating, maddening. His mouth hovered just a few inches from hers. His voice was almost a growl as he spoke, “You drive me insane.”

“I know. But are you done poking me now, Mr. shaky hands?” She whispered as she scanned his eyes.

 Zayne pulled back, his eyes narrowing on her. “Shut up, idiot,” he growled back. “I’m trying to focus, but someone keeps talking and distracting me.” He paused for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh. “I’d stop shaking if you stopped making me so damn... irritated.”

Elena huffed and shut her mouth. She rolled her eyes and continued to wait silently. Zayne finally finished the last stitch and let out a slow breath as he leaned back. Apart of him was relieved that it was finally done, but he couldn’t shake off the tension and desire that still lingered between them. He looked at her face, her lips pursed tightly together, and her eyes closed. He couldn’t help but find her defiant expression adorable.

“So… would this injury hinder me in any particular way?” She asked nonchalantly.

Zayne paused for a moment, considering her question. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance and concern. “Don’t even think about going out to hunt Wanderers with that injury.” he warned gruffly, his eyes narrowing at her. “You’re supposed to be resting and letting it heal, not putting it at risk.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant… can I have sex?” she asked blatantly.

Zayne’s jaw dropped, nearly choking on air for a moment and his eyes practically popped out of his head. “Y-you… are you serious right now?” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. “No. You can't have sex, you idiot…”

 “Look, my bad. But you’re my doctor so I need to ask these kinds of questions.” She smirked.

Zayne gritted his teeth, his hands clenching at his sides. That damn smirk on her face drove him crazy.  “Don’t push your luck,” he growled. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy not planning… that.” He shook his head, trying to shake away the images her words were putting in his mind.

“Fine. Whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes. “Can I put my shirt back on now, or are you enjoying the show?” Elena chuckled.

“Stop tempting me,” he growled, his voice low and hoarse. His eyes lingered on her body. He shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her smooth skin, the lace of her bra against her breasts…

“Put your damn shirt on before I do something stupid,” he muttered under his breath.

Elena’s eyebrows shot up, she had said that to tease him, not expecting that reaction. “W-wait. Hold up, you’re being serious, aren’t you?”

Zayne’s eyes widened as he realized what he had just let slip. Damn it, he’d given away too much. He tried to brush it off with a scoff, but the tension in his body betrayed his words.

“I… I’m just tired of your damn mouth, okay?” he grumbled, avoiding her gaze. “Now put your shirt on, please… before I do something we’ll both regret.”

“Like what?” She whispered breathlessly as she stood up in front of him.

Zayne’s breath hitched, his fists clenching at his sides, desperately trying to keep his control. But her words, her closeness, her damn bra… it was making it hard to think straight. He closed his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “Don’t test me, Elena…” he growled, his voice strained.

Elena’s eyes flickered with mischief. “You want to be the one to poke me, don’t ya Zayne…” she whispered with a smirk. “That’s why you get so irritated with me so easily.”

Zayne could feel his pulse racing, his blood pumping, his control slipping away. “Shut your damn mouth,” he said through clenched teeth. He was trying to sound gruff and irritated, but his desire was seeping through.

“I’m just teasing, I know you don’t see me like that.” She sighed as she put her shirt back on.

Zayne couldn’t help but let out a scoff at her words.

If only she knew…

He watched as she put her shirt back on, covering up that tempting body of hers. He should have felt relieved, but instead, he felt a pang of disappointment now that she was covered up.  He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get a grip on his thoughts and feelings.

“Well… since I am so reckless, I might actually go against your advice. Don’t be surprised if you see me in here tomorrow to re-stitch this wound.” She sighed.

“You’re seriously pissing me off right now.” He gritted out. “You better not be stupid enough to actually do that.” He wanted to shake her, tell her how infuriating she was but he managed to keep his emotions in check.

“Oh, come on. Getting some dick can’t actually hurt me that bad, can it?” Elena grinned as her eyes flicked over to him.

Zayne’s patience finally wore thin. “Are you trying to drive me insane?” he growled. “Do you think it’s funny to make me angry like this?” He took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them.

“Why are you getting so worked up over this? I’ve been gone for a month. I’m dying here. How long do I actually have to wait?” Elena scoffed in frustration.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re not dying. You’ll survive a few more weeks without it.”

Elena’s eyes were about to pop out of her head. “W-weeks?”

Zayne couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Seeing her reaction made him both amused and frustrated. He towered over her, looking down at her with annoyance.

“Yes, weeks,” he said. “Until then, no sex.”

Elena’s eyes narrowed, “Watch me.” She whispered lowly. “I survived getting blown into a wall. I can get laid if I want to.”

Zayne’s self-control was hanging on by a threat. Every word she spoke, every look she gave him, pushed him closer to the edge. He reached up and took a strand of her hair in his hand, gently running it between his fingers. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear, his voice a rough whisper.

"You have no idea just how tempted I am right now…”

“Z-Zayne?” Elena breathed, her eyebrows shooting up in confusion.

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he felt her body against his. He was so close to just giving in. He took a deep breath and pulled back slightly, opening his eyes to look at her.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, his voice husky.

"Are you into me?” Elena whispered, her eyes searching his.

Of course he was into her. He had been for years, ever since they were kids. But he had always tried to keep it down, to push those feelings away. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough. “Is it not obvious?”

“Obvious? You treat me like shit!” Elena scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Zayne’s jaw clenched as he took a deep breath. That sassy demeanor of hers always drove him crazy. But it was also one of the things he loved about her.

“I treat you like a reckless fool who keeps getting into trouble and almost killed every other day!” he retorted.

Elena shook her head, the realization taking her by surprise. “I… I didn’t think… when I caught you staring at my boobs, I thought you were just being a man.”

Zayne’s face reddened slightly, as he let out a frustrated huff, his hand running through his hair. 

“I was staring because I’m attracted to you, damn it.” He paused, his eyes raking over her body. “You know damn well the effect you have on me, Elena.”

“You fucking idiot.” Elena whispered as she stared at his lips.

Zayne couldn’t take it anymore. Her words and her gaze on his lips were driving him insane. He couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her body close to his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, trying to devour her. He wanted her, he wanted her so badly. He pressed her against the wall, his erection growing painfully hard as he ground against her.

“You’re a goddamn brat,” he whispered against her lips. “I need to teach you a lesson.”

Elena's heartbeat was a frenzied drum in her chest. She looked up at him with half-closed eyes, her mouth still tingling from his kiss. She leaned into his hardness, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Then teach me," she breathed.

Zayne growled softy in response. His hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her close again as he claimed her lips once more. His other hand slid down, finding its way under the hem of her shirt and onto the smooth skin of her back.

"Zayne," she whispered between kisses, "we shouldn't be doing this here. I don't want you to lose your job."

Zayne clenched his jaw tightly as he pulled back from their passionate embrace. "You're right," he whispered, his hand grasping the doorknob as he peered cautiously outside. Thankfully, it was late, and the coast was clear. He turned back to face her and swiftly picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder without hesitation.

"Ah! Zayne!" She gasped in surprise.

He silenced her with a swat on her ass before securing his hand on her thigh to keep her in place. 

"Hush," he grumbled as he hurried towards the exit. "I'm already breaking at least fifty rules here. Don't attract any attention to us."

Elena chuckled darkly, "More like 'Fifty Shades.'"

Zayne tried to ignore the way her body felt on his shoulder, how her laugh sent a jolt of desire through him.  “You better watch yourself,” he muttered as he walked through the hallway. “I’m this close to spanking you again before we even get to my apartment.”

"Mm, don't tempt me with a good time," she purred, reaching down to squeeze his butt.

Zayne groaned as he quickened his pace, practically rushing to the parking garage as he tried to ignore the way his body was reacting to her. “You’re a goddamn menace, you know that?” he muttered. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

“But you love it.” She giggled.

Damn it, he did love it. He loved how feisty she was, how she always challenged him. He reached his car and set her down on her feet, pushing her against the door. He leaned in close, his body pressing against hers, his voice a rough whisper against her ear.

"I do love it," he admitted hoarsely, his body pressing against hers. "But you're also a pain in my ass."

Elena's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, her hands roaming over his chest. "I can't wait for you to be a pain in mine," she whispered seductively.

Zayne slammed his hands on either side of her against the car, trapping her between his arms and holding her tightly against him. "Be careful, you naughty brat," he growled possessively. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

 "Getting into everything I've ever wanted," she replied breathlessly, her lips brushing against his.

His body responded immediately to her words, his possessiveness and desire growing even stronger. He couldn't deny that she was exactly what he wanted, no matter how much she drove him insane.

"You're mine," he declared fiercely. "Do you understand me?"

In response, she lifted her chin defiantly and met his gaze, her eyes burning with the same intensity as his. "Only if you're mine," she retorted.

His responding growl vibrated through her, sending shivers down her spine and making her breath hitch. "That was never in question," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate deep within her.

His lips crashed down on hers again, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that stole her breath away. He could feel every inch of her body pressed against his, every curve perfectly molding to him. He needed her, wanted to claim her right then and there.

He forced himself to pull away from their heated kiss, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He was on the edge of control, of losing himself in her completely. "Get in the damn car, Elena," he muttered, opening the door for her.

Elena slipped into the passenger seat, her eyes never leaving his. With a quick smirk thrown his way, she buckled her seatbelt and adjusted her shirt that had ridden up during their heated encounter. Zayne, for his part, visibly wrestled with his self-control as he circled the car to get behind the wheel.

“You're so impatient,” Elena teased.

He glanced over at her as he turned the car on. “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself for far too long. I’m not going to hold back any longer.”

“I won’t, either.” She whispered as she leaned over and rubbed his thigh.

Zayne’s breath hitched at her touch. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on driving as he maneuvered out of the parking garage. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his voice strained as he spoke. “You’re making it damn near impossible to drive like this.”

She squeezed the outline of his hard length, causing him to grit his teeth. "Do you mean like when I do this?" she whispered teasingly.

The sound that came from his throat was half groan, half growl as he jerked involuntarily, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Fuck, Elena!" He snapped, trying to control the heavy breaths that were escaping him.

Her fingers traced lazily up and down his thigh, slipping higher and higher each time. "Oops," she murmured innocently. Her smirk was devilish under the dim light of the car's interior. "My hand slipped." She giggled at his reaction, her hand withdrawing to rest innocently in her lap.

Zayne let out a ragged breath, his body aching from her touch. He could feel the pressure in his pants growing even more uncomfortable now. He shot her a glare, his eyes dark and hooded with lust.

“You’ll pay for that.”

Elena giggled mischievously and settled back into her seat, determined to tease Zayne further. Her hand wandered up her body, squeezing her breast before moving down to cup her core.

Zayne's breath caught in his throat as he responded immediately to her movements.

"Damn it, you're not making this easy." He growled through gritted teeth, his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

"Focus on driving, Zayne," Elena whispered seductively as she continued to touch herself.

He felt like he was losing his mind. Her taunting touches were driving him crazy, and he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. But with Elena tempting him like that, it was almost impossible.

She lifted her shirt, revealing her lacy bra, again. "You couldn't keep your eyes off this earlier," she purred as she ran her hand over the fabric.

His jaw clenched as he glanced at her, his eyes dark and filled with lust. "Elena…" he warned, his voice gravelly.

She ignored him, slipping her hand beneath her bra to tease her hardened nipple. He groaned low in his throat, struggling to maintain control over himself.

"Having trouble concentrating?" she teased mockingly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched him struggle.

"Stop it," he said fiercely, but there was no real conviction behind his words. “You’re really testing my self-control right now.”

“You can drive with one hand, can’t you?” She smirked.

He let out a longsuffering sigh. “Damnit,” he grunted. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

“Mm,” she groaned as she squeezed her breast, pinching her nipples through the lace.

Zayne’s eyes were glued to her, his body thrumming with desire.

“Fucking brat,” he cursed, his voice ragged. “You’re going to make me crash the car.”

Elena chuckled darkly, “Then don’t look.” She whispered.

Zayne let out a low, guttural growl, torn between wanting to look at her and wanting to keep his eyes on the road. “How the hell am I supposed to not look when you’re doing that right next to me?” he ground out, his body tense with need and frustration.

“Touch me instead,” Elena smirked.

Zayne’s resolve crumbled in an instant. He couldn’t resist her any longer, his need for her overwhelming any thoughts of safety and responsibility. He quickly veered the car to the side of the road. As soon as he put the car in park, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned towards her. Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached out, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her onto his lap.

“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.

“Not exactly what I had in mind but, this works too.” She chuckled darkly as she grabbed his hands and pressed them against her breasts.

Zayne’s eyes darkened as he roughly squeezed her breasts in his hands, his fingers tracing her curves. He leaned in, his lips immediately leaving a path of wet kisses. He sucked and nibbled, his hands grabbing her hips and grinding her down onto his lap.

“Zayne,” Elena breathed, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He responded with a low growl, his fingers digging into her hips as he continued to grind her against him. Her breath hitched at the contact, her body responding instinctively to him. The feel of his lips on her skin, his hands on her body, was driving her crazy just as much as she'd driven him.

He flicked open the clasp of her bra with a swift movement of his hand, freeing her breasts from the confining material. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from Elena.

Her hand slid down to trace the line of his jaw and neck. She then moved them further down, unbuttoning his shirt with maddening slowness, each movement teasing and deliberate.

Zayne gazed at her, his mouth slightly open as his hand cupped and smacked her breast with authority.

"Mm, yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling in pleasure.

Zayne couldn't resist groaning at her response, repeating the action with his other hand. He brought his face closer to her chest and eagerly ran his tongue over her nipple, swirling and flicking around the hardened tip while his fingers played with her other breast.

"You like that, don’t you?" He asked huskily, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes.

"Fuck, yes," she gasped in return, her fingertips tracing the muscles of his chest and abdomen. “Mm, looks like it’s turning you on too.” She whispered as she looked down at the bulge in his pants.

Her hand moved with a purpose. She stroked him through his pants, her fingers tracing the rigid length of him, setting off a round of frantic bucking from his hips. He inhaled sharply, his gaze darkening further as he bit the corner of his bottom lip.

“Elena…” he warned, his voice ragged and barely above a whisper. His hands tightened around her hips as if trying to ground himself.

“Get us to the damn apartment, already. I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore.” She hissed.

Zayne needed no further prompting. He pushed her off his lap and back into her seat, quickly buckling himself back in. The roar of the engine filled the air as he pulled the car back onto the road and hit the gas. His foot was heavy on the pedal, pushing the car to its limits as he raced down the road.

Elena watched him, her hand lazily tracing circles on his thigh. His hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his eyes focused intently on the road ahead. As they walked through the apartment door, Zayne grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, their bodies colliding hard. His lips moved to her neck, sucking and biting at the skin. His hands were everywhere, impatiently tugging at her clothes.

"Zayne," she moaned, hands fumbling with his belt and zipper. There was a sense of urgency, of desperation that was fueled by their pent-up desire for each other.

“I’ve been trying to be patient, to take things slow, but you make it damn near impossible.” He grunted, his voice rough and low.

“I’ve waited years for this, I don’t want to take things slow. I want you.” Elena growled.

Zayne’s eyes darkened, a primal possessive lust taking over him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.”

“You should feel how badly I want you right now.” Elena groaned.

Zayne smirked, his voice a low and husky whisper, “So, I should move my hand down… here. I’ll be gentle.” His fingers grazed the damp fabric of her underwear. “For now.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “You’re so wet for me,” his growled as his fingers pressed against her through the fabric.

Her breath hitched, her body involuntarily arching into his touch. His fingers were insistent, firm against the soaked cotton of her underwear as he began to press and rub in slow swirling motions.

"Elena," Zayne murmured into her ear. His voice was low, rough with desire that mirrored her own. He could feel her desperation, her need for him, and it was driving him crazy. He pushed his hand farther, his fingers slipping underneath, finding her slick and hot.

He hissed at the sensation, his body aching with the need to be inside of her.

“God damn it, you’re so hot.”

Zayne’s fingers continued their relentless assault, his eyes locked on her face, watching her every reaction. “You’re so beautiful like this,” his voice was low and husky. “I could watch you all day, listening to the sounds you make…” He pressed harder against her clit, increasing the pace of his movements.

“Oh my god, I can’t…  I can’t take it anymore. I want you so bad.” She whimpered as she opened her eyes to look up at him.

A low growl erupted from his chest. “You want me, huh?”

His fingers continued to move against her, his touch becoming even firmer. “You want me to give in and take you right here right now?”

“Yes, yes please, Zayne,” She whispered, her eyes rolling back.

Zayne’s control snapped, his body reacting instantly to her pleading. He needed her just as badly. With a swift movement, he spun her around against the wall. He pressed himself against her, his chest to her back. His thoughts were clouded with dominating her, claiming her as his. His hands gripped her hips as he pushed his hard cock against her ass, grunting as he ground against her.

“Please… please…” She begged, her hands pressed firmly against the wall as she pushed her ass back against him.

He leaned in, his voice rough and low. “You’re so impatient,” he growled his lips brushing against her ear. “I like how desperate you are for me.”

“You have no idea,” Elena gasped through ragged breaths, “just how desperate I am for you.”

Zayne let out a low, sinister chuckle. "Show me. Convince me just how desperate you are," he challenged.

A smug smirk spread across Mina's face as she spun around and pinned him against the wall. She then knelt down in front of him, her grip on his waist growing tighter.

Zayne’s heart was pounding against his chest, the anticipation building with every passing second. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes fixed on her face.

Elena slowly pulled his boxers down, revealing his impressive cock. “Holy shit,’ she whispered with wide eyes.

His breath hitched as she fully revealed him, his eyes raking over her face, watching her reaction. He smirked at the look of surprise on her face, his ego swelling. “Like what you see?” he grunted, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and desire.

She gripped him, moving her hand slowly up and down. “God, yes,” she gasped, gawking at the length in her hand. Elena slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip, her eyes fixed on his.

Zayne tugged at her hair, his hand gripping her tightly. “Stop teasing me and do something,” he growled, his voice thick with desperate need.

Elena smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Impatient, huh?" she echoed his words from earlier, her fingers continuing their lazy exploration. She could feel him throbbing in her grip and it drove her wild.

"God, Elena…" he growled, grip tightening on her hair. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of her lips on his sensitive skin.

Taking him fully in her mouth, she began to suck. Her hand was on his thigh, fingers gently digging into the muscle as she took in all of him inch by inch. Zayne let out a ragged breath, his head tilting back against the wall as he surrendered himself to her. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing himself even deeper into her mouth.

"Fuck," he hissed out through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut.

Elena ignored his curse, taking him in deeper and relishing in the taste and feel of him. The way he squirmed under her touch, the sounds that slipped past his lips, all of it was intoxicating.

She let him slip from her mouth, gently running her tongue along his length before taking him in once more. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his arousal spiking with every stroke.

Zayne's hands tightened on her hair, his body quivering with anticipation. He raised his hips, thrusting further into her mouth. "Elena," he groaned, his voice a desperate plea.

She ignored his pleas for a moment as she continued her slow and deliberate movements. Her fingers tightened on his thigh as she felt him getting closer. She finally pulled back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Are you ready?" she murmured.

He groaned, grinding his teeth in frustration. "I swear to God, Elena..."

"I'll take that as a yes," she whispered, her voice almost teasing. Her lips folded around him once more, this time with a purpose. She set a steady rhythm, her hand mirroring the action of her mouth on his throbbing cock.

She sucked him sloppily, letting him hit the back of her throat. Her moans vibrated around him.

Zayne's grip tightened on her hair, his other hand gripping the back of her neck. "Mm, that's it," he groaned, the pleasure searing through him.

Elena's eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself over to pleasuring him. She felt him twitch in her mouth before he thrust himself deeper inside of her. The sound of his deep groan was all she needed to know she was doing everything right.

His grip on her hair tightened almost painfully as he held her in place while he thrust his cock into her mouth. His pleasure-filled grunts filled the room, each one driving Elena to move faster and take him deeper.

His breath hitched as he drew closer to the edge, the combination of pleasure and anticipation making his heart pound in his chest.

Elena could sense him getting closer and it only spurred her on. Increasing her pace, she allowed him to hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Her moans intensified, further driving Zayne towards the edge.

His control seemed to slip away as a low growl rumbled in his throat. Suddenly, he shoved himself deep into Elena's mouth with a force that left her gasping.

"Oh God!" He grunted as he felt himself explode in her mouth. His hand gripped her hair even tighter, anchoring himself as waves of ecstasy washed over him. Elena continued to work him through his orgasm, swallowing around him and drawing out his pleasure until he was spent and trembling. His grip in her hair loosened, and she pulled off him gently, licking her lips.

Zayne slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, his body still jerking subtly from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stared at Elena, his gaze raw and heated as he took in the sight of her; hair tousled, lips swollen and glistening.

"Come here," he rasped, reaching out for her with trembling hands. Elena obliged, crawling over to him and settling between his sprawled legs. He groaned, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his deep and dark with desire. “You are absolutely sinful, you know that?”

“Hmm,” she smirked in satisfaction. “How was that for convincing?”

Zayne let out a low chuckle, reaching out to cup her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.

“I’m convinced alright. Convinced I need you.” He murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Elena's eyes gleamed with longing as she gazed up at him. "You know what I need? I need your pretty mouth on my pussy." She breathed the words, grasping his chin in her hand.

Without hesitation, Zayne scooped her up by her thighs and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and hovered over her, reaching down to remove her panties with one swift motion. He smirked and leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “You think my mouth is pretty, huh?” he whispered, his voice rough and sultry, “I’ll show you just how pretty it can be.”

He lowered himself in between her spread legs, his fingers gently parting her. His hot breath made her squirm in anticipation, small gasps escaping her lips.

"Zayne..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath. The sight of him, kneeling before her with his dark gaze fixed on her, was enough to send shivers down her spine.

His fingers danced along the sensitive curves of her inner thighs before he leaned in and took a long lick along her dripping slit. Elena let out a sigh as Zayne's tongue explored the sweet flesh there. She was already throbbing with need as his mouth latched onto her clit.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her, his voice a low, sultry growl. “God, you taste so good.”

And with that, he plunged his tongue back into her, his fingers digging into her thighs as he feasted on her. Elena moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. The pleasure that was building inside her was too much, causing her back to arch off the bed. Zayne's eyes flickered up to meet hers as he continued his assault on her senses. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing his mouth closer to her center of pleasure.

Elena moaned louder as Zayne devoured her. The room filled with the sounds of Elena’s heavy breathing and Zayne's soft growls of satisfaction. He latched onto her clit, his eyes watching every facial expression she made.

She gasped, her hands gripping at the sheets beneath them as Zayne skillfully worked his tongue against her. His fingers explored further, teasing, before slipping inside her, curling and hitting just the right spot. Elena cried out, her legs shaking as the pleasure coursed through her.

One of Zayne's hands left her hip and climbed up, tracing patterns across her stomach before settling on a breast. He gently kneaded it in his hand before tweaking the nipple between his fingers.

"Oh god! You’re going to make me squirt if you keep doing that." she cried out, arching her back off the bed. Her hips rocked with his movements, meeting each stroke of his tongue and fingers.

Zayne's lips curved into a wicked grin against her, the vibration of his laugh sending another wave of pleasure through her. "Are you trying to discourage me?" He murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

"God, no," she gasped, her fingers tangling further into his hair, pulling him closer to her. "Don't you dare stop."

Zayne’s grin widened as he dove back in, his fingers curling and thrusting inside of her, adding to the pleasure that was threatening to tear her apart. The taste of her on his tongue was intoxicating, driving him further on.

Zayne felt her body tightening around his fingers, a clear sign she was on the brink of climax. He increased his pace, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot as he continued to suck on her clit.

"Zayne... I'm going to..." Elena's voice hitched, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Elena couldn't hold back any longer. With one final cry, she screamed out Zayne's name, her body arching and trembling as an intense orgasm washed over her. Her heart pounded in her chest and the world seemed to spin around her. Her eyes widened as she squirted all over Zayne's hand and face. He watched her, his eyes dark with desire as he rode out her orgasm, his fingers continuing to move within her until she was trembling from the aftershocks.

"Mmm," Zayne hummed, pulling back. He licked his lips, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. “Delicious…” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.

Elena couldn’t help but blush, watching as he sat back and wiped his mouth. His gaze never left hers, those hazel eyes heavy-lidded and filled with desire. Her heart stuttered at the sight of him – so primal and unabashedly satisfied, the afterglow of her climax reflected in his dark eyes. He looked so good on his knees before her, the corners of his mouth curled up in a smug grin, making her heart flutter.

“That was so incredibly sexy.” Zayne said, his voice heavy with the promise of more to come. He ran his hand up and down her thigh in a slow, comforting motion. “You are so sexy, princess.”

Flushing under his gaze, Elena brought one hand up to cover her face. “I can’t believe you just made me do that.” Her voice was a quiet whimper, her body still humming from the orgasm he'd just given her.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I am capable of,” Zayne replied with a low chuckle. He gently removed her hand from her face, placing soft kisses on her fingertips. “And we’re just getting started.”

He moved up the bed and hovered over her, his muscular body casting a comforting shadow over her flushed form. His fingers trailed the length of his hard cock, biting his lip as he looked down at her.  

“I need you,” he whispered, “are you going to take this cock, like a good girl?”

Elena nodded, her breath hitching as anticipation flooded through her. She could see his need etched on his face. His strong, handsome features were partially concealed by shadows, giving him an ethereal, insatiable appearance. His hazel eyes had darkened to a shade of molten chocolate and the sight of it, so raw and primal, sent shivers down her spine. His cock was hard and throbbing with desire as his fingers traced the length of it again, causing her to whimper when she saw the precum glistening on his tip.

Her hand reached for him, wrapping around his shaft and gently stroking. Zayne’s breath hitched, burying his face in her neck as he groaned. The sound sent a thrill down Elena’s spine, pushing her to continue. She tightened her grip on him, twisting her wrist in an upward motion that had him growling in pleasure. Her fingertips lightly traced the prominent vein along the underside before drifting to the sensitive head, brushing over it with just the right amount of pressure to make him shudder.

Zayne grabbed her wrist, Elena’s eyes shot up in confusion as she tilted her head at him.

“Get on all fours, in front of the mirror.” He whispered lowly.

Elena swallowed hard, an involuntary shiver traveling down her spine as his commanding voice washed over her. His deep, sultry tone was enough to make her obey without hesitation. She rose from the bed, the sheets tangling around her legs in a tantalizing dance of silk and skin.

She walked towards the antique mirror situated on the far side of their bedroom, its gilded frame reflecting the ambient light that bathed the room in an intimate glow. Elena positioned herself in front of it as instructed, getting on all fours.

Zayne moved behind her, watching their reflection in the mirror, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed form.

“Look at you,” he murmured huskily, his hands running down her back, over the curve of her ass, and down her thighs. His touch was heated and heavy, his fingers leaving burning trails wherever they roamed. "So beautiful, so ready."

As Elena watched their reflection in the mirror, she saw Zayne’s eyes darken further with a hunger that was palpable in the silence of their bedroom. She felt him press against her, his hard length sliding along her slickness.

"Zayne…" Her voice was a breathless whisper as she felt him teasing her entrance.

"Not yet," he whispered back, his hot breath ghosting down her spine. He grabbed his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes before he moved it to tease her clit, his firm touch driving a gasp from her lips. As she watched him in the mirror, a jolt of desire surged through her at his dominant display.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice a low growl that seeped into her skin, enflaming her senses and filling her with an indescribable need.

Elena bit her lip, looking back at him through the mirror. His eyes burned with an intense desire that left her breathless. She swallowed hard before finally breaking the silence. "P-please, I need you to fill me up," she said, her voice shaky with anticipation.

"That's my good girl." He praised, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. He maneuvered closer until she felt the hot tip of his arousal nudging at her entrance. Her breath hitched, fingers clutching at the plush carpet beneath her.

Without another word, he moved his hands to her hips and with a swift thrust, pushed forward into her. She gasped as he filled her in one long, slow glide. It was maddeningly exquisite; the way he stretched her, pushed his thick cock deep within her.

He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to him before he began to move in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure washing over her. He watched their reflection in the mirror, his eyes fixed on her face he moved in and out of her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “Look at us,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. “Look at how good we are together.”

Elena raised her head, eyes meeting the mirror once again. The sight that met her gaze was nothing short of intoxicating. His muscular torso flexed behind her, a stark contrast to her smaller, more delicate form. He was a sensual sight, all rippling muscles and masculine grace. His own face was a picture of raw intensity as he watched their bodies join.

His hands were tight on her hips as he dictated their rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His voice danced at the shell of her ear, every husky whisper pulling her further into the depths of ecstasy. She met his gaze in the mirror, their eyes locking in a silent conversation that sent tremors of desire through her body.

"Are you watching us, princess?" he murmured, his voice sounding deeper than usual, filled with an insatiable hunger that echoed in her own veins.

"Yes," she whimpered, her eyes wide and breathless as she watched them in the mirror.

"Good girl," he praised huskily, his thrusts picked up pace, becoming harder and deeper. “You’re my good girl.”

He was so deep inside that she couldn’t think anymore as he hit that sweet spot over and over.

“Ah! Zayne… I can’t,” she whimpered, her eyes looking up at the mirror to meet his.

"Yes, you can," he gritted out, his gaze never wavering from their reflection in the mirror. His voice was thick with desire and his movements became more determined, filling her to the brim with every forceful thrust.

“T-too much… Oh God!” She cried out as her eyes rolled back.

Elena could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way that she hadn't thought possible. She watched their reflection in the mirror, watched as Zayne moved behind her with a predatory grace. His dark hair was tousled, sweat glistening on his skin under the faint glow of the bedroom. He leaned down, his chest pressed against her back.

“Take it. Take all of me.” he murmured, his voice gruff and rough.

Mina whimpered as she shifted away slightly, only for him to pull her back against him, his chest flush against her back. Zayne's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her in time with his deep, powerful thrusts.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he growled lowly, a dangerous edge to his voice. "You're going to take it."

"I... I can't..." But her protest was weak, for the pleasure was too much, bordering on pain.

He reached around her, one hand sliding down to where they were intimately connected. His fingers pressed against her sensitive clit, sending an electric shock through her already overstimulated body.

“Fuck, Zayne, that feels so… so good,” She gasped, her body taut under his touch, her breath catching in her throat.

“That’s it,” he whispered in a voice of velvet darkness, trailing his lips down the curve of her neck. His hands moved to grip her hips tighter as he rose back up, taking her rougher, deeper, more possessively.

“You want it, don’t you? You need it?” he grunted through each powerful thrust.

“Yes, yes daddy!” Elena cried out, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Her voice echoing off the walls of their darkened room.

Zayne’s eyes darkened at her words, the surrender and the submission pushing him further over the edge.

“Who's your daddy, huh? Who’s taking care of you now?” He growled, holding her captive as he quickened his pace. His sensual dominance filled the room.

"Y-you, Zayne...you're my daddy," she stuttered out, her voice quivering under his intense gaze.

The declaration sent a thrill shooting down his spine. A wicked grin spread across his face; he knew he had her. He had broken through her defenses, watched as they crumbled under the weight of his dominance. "That’s right. I’m taking care of what’s mine. You're so fucking gorgeous when you submit, princess," he murmured into her ear.

A shiver ran up Elena's spine at his words, her body reacting instinctively to his possession. Zayne's fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her, each movement a testament to his control. Her moans filled the room, and in the mirror, she could see the lust-filled gaze with which he watched their bodies move together.

His raw strength was overbearing, his dominance intoxicating. She had given herself over to him completely, body and mind. In the mirror, she watched as his face contorted with pleasure; every moment of it reflected back at her.

"Zayne!" she cried out, feeling another wave of pleasure threaten to crash over her. "I... I'm close..."

"I know, princess," His voice was nothing but a low growl now, his every breath sending chills down her spine. "I’m going to count you down, and you’re going to cum for me."

"Five..." His voice, husky and filled with raw desire, reverberated in her ear. Elena could only whimper in response as his thrusts grew even more relentless.

"Four..." He moved his hand from her hip to her breast, kneading the sensitive flesh as he watched their reflection. Each movement intensified the pleasure coiling within her.

"Three..." His grip on her tightened, pulling her even closer beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room.

"Two..." He bit down on her earlobe gently, the unexpected sensation spiraling out through her body and throwing all thoughts from her mind.

"One…” His fingers dipped lower, finding the wet warmth between her legs. The pressure he applied was just enough to send her spiraling again.

"Zero..." He growled, plunging deep inside her. Her world shattered into a thousand stars, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Cum for me, princess," Zayne murmured against her ear, his voice full of satisfaction. "You look so beautiful when you cum for me."

Her body convulsed in time with his words, her release flooding through her, leaving her shaking and gasping. He kept his pace, drawing every last shudder from her, holding her through the aftershocks until he found his own release. With a final, feral growl, Zayne buried himself to the hilt inside her, his own climax crashing over him, tearing a guttural groan from his lips. His grip on her tightened as he rode out the waves of pleasure, heat flooding through him.

As the last shudders of their simultaneous release ebbed away, he stilled, pressing his sweat-drenched forehead to her back, taking in deep breaths to calm down. He stayed inside her for a moment longer, savoring the intimacy of the connection.

“Fuck, Elena,” he breathed out, his hot breath fanning across her damp skin. He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades lightly before pulling out of her, his touch leaving a void she hadn't realized needed to be filled until he was gone.

Zayne pulled her towards him, settling her against his chest. His fingers ran through her hair, the soothing rhythm slowing down her rapidly beating heart. She leaned back into him, closing her eyes and relishing the afterglow that spread warmth through her entire body.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice vibrating through his chest. It was a whisper, a delicate question in the heavy silence of their room.

"I'm more than okay," she sighed, nestling deeper into his embrace.

Elena turned in his arms to look at him, her fingers lazily tracing across the ridges of his sculpted chest. The rooms only illumination cast shadows and light across his skin and made his eyes burn brighter. She felt a surge of adoration for this man who had just broken her boundaries and taken her to heights she never knew existed.

She searched those intense eyes, finding not just satiation but also a tenderness that took her breath away. It was the look of a man who didn't merely desire her body, but cherished her, a man whose dominance made him powerful but his love for her made him vulnerable.

"Zayne," she whispered, tracing the curve of his lips with her finger. "I love you."

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each fingertip with a reverence that made her heart flutter. "I love you too, Elena," he said, his voice choked with emotion. His eyes gleamed down at her, filled with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

She nestled closer to him, tucking her head under his chin. His arms wrapped around her tighter, as if afraid she would disappear into the night leaves. They lay like that for a moment, intertwined in the silence of their world, their heartbeats the only music to their ears.

Zayne broke the silence first, his thumb tracing circles on her back. "Elena," he murmured against her hair, “I don’t want you to be a Deep Space Hunter anymore. Stay with me, I’ll take care of you.”

Elena stiffened slightly at his words, the quiet murmur a shocking divergence from the peaceful silence they'd shared. She raised her head from his chest to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "W-what?" she hesitated, a thousand thoughts crashing over her like the waves of pleasure she had just experienced. "Zayne, I don’t want to be a burden to you."

"Elena." His voice was steady, the tone used by a man who wasn't afraid to voice his fears anymore. He cupped her face with his hand, his thumb softly tracing her cheekbone. "You’re not a burden. You’re the love of my life. I want to take care of you.”

"I don't want to lose you," he added, his voice revealing a vulnerability that surprised her. "The danger out there... I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt. I want you here with, with me, safe and sound."

Elena looked into his eyes, the sincerity and fear in them piercing her heart. She understood his concerns; she had seen the perilous situations that Deep Space Hunters faced firsthand. And yet, she had always been drawn to the adventure, the thrill of it all. It was who she was, a part of her that she didn’t know if she was ready to let go of.

“Zayne,” she whispered, stroking his stubbled cheek gently, “you know how much hunting means to me.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “Fine,” he whispered, “But I’m by your side the whole time. You’re not going anywhere without me.”

[ariaetherium]

GOJO SATORU ONE SHOT

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SMUT/ MDNI

She was nothing to me. I’m fucking Gojo Satoru, the most powerful man in the world. Getting pussy isn’t a problem. I didn't waste a single thought on her after she ended things... I never jerked off while thinking of her, especially not with those lacy pink panties pushed up against my nose that were left behind when she moved out. She left me. That bitch left me. I fucking hate her. I could’ve just shipped her the rest of her things, but a part of me still wanted to see her one last time.

“Are you done yet? I have shit to do.” Satoru barked from his seat on the couch as he watched Isana shuffling through the apartment, searching for the last of her things that she might have forgotten after she moved.

“Yeah yeah… don’t worry I’ll be out of here before your flavor of the night shows up.” Isana’s voice echoed against the walls.  Before she was about to step into his bedroom, she paused. A photo of them, taken when they were happy for a moment in time, still hung on the wall. A slight ache gripped her chest as she looked at their smiling faces and she took a deep breath.

No Isa. It’s not sentimental. He’s just a lazy piece of shit. He doesn’t care and he doesn’t want you.

Without another thought, she walked into his bedroom, what used to be their bedroom. She quickly grabbed whatever was left of her clothes, but stopped when a flash of pink caught her eye. Isana quickly walked over to Satoru’s side of the bed and picked up his pillow.

The fuck? I’ve been looking for these. How... why on Earth are they in his pillowcase? Fucking weirdo.

Isa took another moment and decided to leave them there. Decided that those would be her parting gift to him since she planned on never seeing him again after this. She hated him. At least that’s what she told herself. She had to, or else she’d come crawling back, and she knew if she ever did that… nothing would change. He’d still be the same asshole.

"If you're done here," Satoru said, his tone still harsh, "you can go." He stood in the doorway looking at Isana as she held the last of her things. His lips pressed into a thin line, he willed himself to say something, anything that might make her stay. But he knew better, it was over.

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m leaving.” She whispered as she pushed past him. She slowly walked to the door. "Goodbye, Satoru..." Isana turned around, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before she turned the doorknob and stepped out.

Satoru forced himself not to react as he watched the door open and close before him. He stood there for a moment, feeling empty inside. He knew he should be glad that she was gone, that she didn't belong here anymore. But for some reason, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting down heavily. His mind began to wander, thinking about all the time they had spent together, all the memories they shared. He closed his eyes, trying to push those thoughts away. But they kept coming back, haunting him. Maybe he should have tried harder, done something different. But it was too late now. She was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Isana stood there frozen outside the entrance of Satoru’s apartment.

It’s over… it’s really over. Fuck. Don’t you dare cry, don’t you dare…

Unable to hold back the tears any longer, she let them fall freely as she tried to regain control of her emotions. After taking a moment to compose herself, she turned around and knocked on the door.

Satoru's eyes snapped open when he heard the knock on the door. He quickly wiped away any traces of emotion from his face before opening the door. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice cold and uninviting.

Isana’s anger boiled over as she pushed him through the threshold. “WHY?” She demanded.

Satoru was taken aback by her sudden outburst, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Isa-”

"Why didn’t you fight for us? For me? Did it all mean nothing to you?"

Satoru found himself pinned against the wall, her hands clamped tightly onto his shirt. Her eyes glared into his, brimming with tears yet fiery with anger.

"Isana," he choked out, his voice a mere whisper compared to her booming voice. But she pressed further, her grip tightening on his shirt.

"Answer me, Satoru," she demanded, her voice trembling, barely holding back the flood of tears. "Did you ever love me at all? Or was I just another one of your mindless flings?"

"I... I don't know what you want me to say, Isana," Satoru stammered, his hands helplessly reaching out towards her. She slapped them away and her hazel eyes bore into his, blazing with fury and hurt.

It felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. The echo of Isana's angry words hung between them, thick and unyielding.

"Say something," she hissed, pushing herself away from him. Satoru was silent for a moment, his mind racing to piece together a response that would cool her wrath. "You think I just... used you?" He took a deep breath and took a step closer to her. “You.. you were never just a fling. Fuck dude.” He ran his hand through his disheveled hair as he shook his head. "I cared about you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I couldn't give you what you wanted. I'm sorry."

Isana’s hands flew up in exasperation. “What?” she hissed, “What the fuck does that even mean? That you couldn’t fully commit to me? Is that it?”

Satoru looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "It's not that," he muttered. "It's just... I have my reasons." He took a deep breath, trying to find the words to make her understand. "Look," he said, turning back to face her. "I want you to be happy. I really do. But I'm not the one for you. Besides, you fucking left me. Remember? Yeah. So fuck you, Isana." He hissed through gritted teeth.

Isana flinched as if she had been struck. "I left you," she spat out, her voice dripping with venom. "I left you because you pushed me away, Satoru! I thought you didn’t want me anymore!" Satoru was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to say that. He had assumed she left out of anger or frustration, not because...she thought he had wanted it?

“Do you know how hard it is being the most powerful sorcerer in the world? Huh? I have bitches throwing themselves at me left and right. But I chose you.” Satoru growled as he took a step towards her.

“Oh fuck y-”

But before she could finish her sentence, Satoru had his hand around her throat and pinned her against the wall.

“I fucking hate you for leaving me,” he snarled into her ear.

A wicked grin flashed across Isana’s face. “I found the panties you pervert. I know you still want me,” she whispered in a husky voice.

Satoru’s gaze hardened as his eyes narrowed on her.

“You’ve been sniffing my panties and jerking off to the thought of fucking me again, haven’t you?” Isana continued to taunt him.

Satoru’s fingers dug into her throat, tightening their grip as he pushed her head forcefully against the wall. He spoke through gritted teeth, his face inches away from hers. “Maybe I have. But… You don’t get to just leave me, Isa. That makes you a... Very. Bad. Girl.” His breath was hot against her lips as he leaned in closer.  “And you do know what happens to bad girls?” With a teasing slap on her cheek, he whispered, “They get punished.”

Isana's eyes widened as an unfamiliar thrill of anticipation ran down her spine. " Oh really?" she managed to say, her voice strained from the pressure on her throat. Her smile was daring, mocking even, as she met his stormy gaze. "You lost that privilege the day I left you."

Satoru's grip loosened slightly and he pulled away from her throat just enough for her to breathe. His hand reached out and gripped the back of her head, his fingers weaving into her hair as he yanked it back. His eyes never left hers - wild and threatening.

"Oh, did I now?" he said, his tone laced with dangerous calmness. "Tell me Isana," he lowered his face so that their noses brushed against each other, "Have you met anyone who can make you feel the way I did?" His breath ghosted over her lips as he spoke, his voice a seductive whisper that was all at once a cruel reminder of what they once shared.

His chest was heaving with the intensity of his feelings, the raw need for her pulsating through every nerve. A strange cocktail of anger, desire and regret painted his face. "You chose to leave, Isana. You gave up on us."

"I did." she gasped, her breath hitching as he yanked her hair again. "I left because you treated me like I was nothing! Because I couldn't stand being second to your... to everything else.”

“You stupid fucking bitch. You’re so blind. I’ve never wanted anything as much I want you.” He growled as he took her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, hard.

Isana's eyes shot wide open, a sharp cry shattering the tension-filled silence. The pain was forgotten as soon as it came, replaced by a sudden surge of desire. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the thrill his dominance sparked in her. "Ah," she whimpered, her hands instinctively reaching out to clutch onto the arm that pinned her against the wall.

"Is that so?" she managed to breathe out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. She let out a shallow gasp as he released her lip from between his teeth, her head falling back against the wall as she tried to steady her breathing. "Then prove it. Show me you want me more than anything else."

For a split second, silence hung in the air between them, so thick it felt like time itself had stopped. Then without a warning, Satoru's lips crashed onto hers in a devastating kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth with a hunger that matched the burning need in his eyes.

His hands roamed her body as if he was starved, the raw desire in his touch leaving no room for resistance. "You want proof?" he rasped against her lips before pulling away, his eyes holding a dangerous glint. "You will get it, Isana. I’ll be the only thought in your fucking head once I’m through with you."

His fingers dug into her waist, unyielding and possessive, as he ground himself against her in a crude reminder of their shared intimacy.

“This is your proof,” he growled into her ear as he put her hand on his throbbing cock. “Every kiss, every touch, every fucking second I wanted you but you weren't there. Getting rid of me won't be as easy as you thought.”

"Promises, promises," Isana mocked, even as her body was already responding to his touch.

Her knees felt weak as she involuntarily squeezed the outline of his length in her hand, her breath hitching as his hand slid up under her shirt, fingers tracing a hot trail along her skin.

"Are you scared, Isana?" Satoru breathed against her neck, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Or is this what you wanted? To feel my hands on you again?"

Her response was stifled by a choked gasp as his fingers began to deftly explore her body. Her mind screamed at her to pull away, to regain control, but she was powerless under his touch. "You… you don't know what I want," she managed to rasp out, her words fighting to break through the haze of anticipation that clouded her senses.

"Don’t I?" Satoru challenged, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he felt her body tremble under his touch. Suddenly, he pulled back, letting go of her hair, leaving Isana panting and disoriented. "Maybe I do... or maybe I just like the way you squirm under my touch. Maybe I enjoy watching the fight leave your eyes as you give in to me." His voice was low and dangerous, a contrast to the tender way his fingers traced her jawline.

"You... You're wrong..." Isana stammered, but even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. Her body betrayed her, her hips bucked as his fingers explored her most intimate area. "I won't... I won't just give in."

"Yeah?" Satoru's eyes sparkled with a challenging glint, he pulled his hand from her pants to travel up her sides, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. "Let's see how long you can keep on resisting." His hand reached the clasp of her bra, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he deftly unhooked it.

A soft whimper escaped Isana's lips as she felt her bra loosen, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. But Satoru was quick, his hands replacing hers as he roughly pulled away the fabric.

"Stop," she whimpered, but her plea was half-hearted at best. The thrill of his touch was addictive, and her body betrayed her once again by arching into his hands. He claimed her exposed flesh with his mouth, leaving a fiery trail of kisses from the hollow of her neck to her exposed breasts.

"Satoru," she gasped out, her fingers threading through his hair in an attempt to anchor herself. The heat pooling in her belly was bordering on unbearable and she found herself yearning for more despite the voice in her head screaming for caution.

"Tell me to stop again, Isana," Satoru murmured against her skin before taking her hard nipple into his mouth, teasing the sensitive bud with his teeth.

The taste of her on his tongue was intoxicating, an addicting flavor he’d been deprived of for too long. "Fuck they taste so good. Such perfect fucking titties.” He groaned as he switched to her other breast. “Tell me to stop if you really don't want this." He challenged knowing her resolve was weakening with every flick of his tongue.

Isana’s gasp turned into a strangled moan as the sensation shot straight to her core, setting her nerves on fire. Her body instinctually moved against him, at the mercy of the pleasure he was skillfully manipulating. "I... I can't..." she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself in the searing heat of his touch.

He tugged at the waistband of her pants, a clear indication of the boundaries he was ready to cross.

A victorious grin spread across Satoru's face as he heard her words, the admission of her surrender. "That's what I thought," He chuckled darkly against her skin, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs.

"Satoru," Isana whimpered, both a plea and a sigh laced with reluctant desire. She felt him smirk against her flesh, his fingers dancing lightly over her throbbing clit.

"Say my name again." He demanded, his voice laced with a dark pleasure. His expert touch set off tiny explosions of pleasure that radiated throughout her body, leaving Isana gasping for air and clutching at his shoulders.

"Satoru," she moaned out, her voice hitching as his fingers applied the right kind of pressure on her sensitive bundle of nerves. The name, spoken in a heated whisper, hung heavy between them. It was almost a plea, a silent begging for more of what he was giving her.

His smug grin turned into a smirk of satisfaction, Satoru pressed his thumb against her clit while his fingers slipped effortlessly inside her, pushing at her walls and drawing out more gasps and desperate pleas from her trembling lips. Her whimpers spurred him on, his own arousal hard and demanding against the confines of his sweats.

Isana's body writhed beneath him, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts as his fingers explored her depths. Each whimper and gasp from her lips was like music to his ears, the sweetest symphony he'd ever heard. Her breathless pleas only fueled his desire, the need to see her unravel completely under his touch becoming an all-consuming want.

“I love hearing you moan, it’s so fucking sexy," Satoru purred against her skin. His tongue traced down her stomach, his fingers continuing their torturous dance inside her.

"And you’re so fucking wet for me," he said, a provocative note in his voice. His tongue flicked out to swirl around her clit and her body arched off the wall, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"Fuck," she whimpered, barely audible amidst her ragged breaths. Each stroke of his tongue rekindled the fiery pleasure within her core, her body squirming under the decadent torture. His fingers plunged into her with a rhythm that left her writhing in sweet agony. "Please...I..." she struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Ask for it, Isana," he murmured against her flesh, his blue eyes glinting with wicked desire. He amplified the pace of his fingers, curling them against her g-spot.

"Please, Satoru...I need you," she finally gasped out, her words shaky as they barley left her lips.

"Hmm? Need me how?" he teased, his lips curling in a smirk. His fingers continued their relentless pressure on her throbbing center, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"I...I need..." she stuttered, lost in the whirlwind of sensations he was causing. With desperation lacing her voice, she whimpered, "You...Inside me."

His smirk turned into a full-blown grin at her words. He removed his fingers from her and licked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers as he savored the taste of her. The sight of his own action was driving Isana to the brink of insanity.

"Say it again, baby," Satoru commanded as he continued to hold her gaze. His voice was smooth as silk laced with a hint of mischief. "I want to hear you beg for me."

Isana released a ragged breath, her heart pounding relentlessly against her ribcage as she followed his command. "Please... I need you inside me..." Her words echoed in the room, adding to their shared lustful symphony. Her plea sent a rush of desire surging through him.

Without another word, he ripped off his sweatpants, revealing his throbbing proof of desire. His cock strained against his stomach, the sight alone making Isana’s breath hitch in her throat. She was fully aware of how masterfully he could use that part of him to leave her trembling in pleasure.

His gaze was predatory as he looked at her, a silent declaration of the pleasure he intended to give her. He grasped her hips and pulled her towards him, positioning her so that she was on the edge of the wall, legs spread apart in invitation.

“Isana,” he murmured huskily, positioning himself at her entrance. She could feel the head of him press against her, making her clench in anticipation. His eyes bore into hers as he pushed himself slowly inside her, stretching and filling her to the brink. Isana’s cry echoed around the room as she gasped his name again, fingers digging into the muscles of his back. He grunted, a low sound of approval, and buried himself deeper within her welcoming heat.

"Fuck, oh...fuck," she groaned as he moved within her. Her body yielded to him, a perfect counterpoint to each thrust. Her pleasure was a liquid fire, coursing through her veins, pooled between them where their bodies merged into one.

He rolled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that only he knew how to find. Isana’s head fell back against the wall, her body arching as a cry of pure pleasure tore from her throat. He pulled back, picking her up off the ground and thrusted again, this time faster, harder. The room filled with the erotic sounds of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and the soft moans and gasps that slipped from their parted lips.

“You feel so good baby… that perfect pussy.. feels…so.. fucking.. good,” he punctuated with each thrust.

"Yes, oh God. Don’t stop," she cried as she clung to him for support. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

Satoru's lips traced a path up her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, his words whispered hotly into her ear. "Wasn't planning on it," he growled out, a wicked promise of the pleasure yet to come. His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded into her with a relentless.

His lips found hers in a fierce kiss that stole her breath away. His body was hot against hers, slick with sweat, muscles rippling under her fingertips. Satoru's thrusts quickened, the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

"I...I can't..." Isana stammered out between gasps, her voice a broken whisper. Her eyes fluttered shut, the intensity of her pleasure overwhelming her senses.

"Look at me," Satoru commanded, his voice harsh and raspy with desire.

"Satoru...I..." she began but soon found herself unable to form words.

"Yes...yes...you can," Satoru told her huskily as her eyes fluttered open to lock with his.

He watched the bliss take over her expression, grinning with satisfaction at the pleasure he was giving her. His grip on her waist tightened, helping him to maneuver her body to his own rhythm, matching his powerful thrusts with precision.

"Let go, baby," he encouraged. "Cum for me."

His command sent a thrill through her, her entire body responding to his words. "Oh...oh God," Isana gasped as she felt her climax building, overwhelming her senses. The tension coiling in her lower belly was almost unbearable, like a dam ready to burst.

"Satoru...please," Isana whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breaths and the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding. He grunted in response, his movements becoming more animalistic as he felt his own release approaching.

"That's it, baby," Satoru growled into her ear. "Let it happen."

His words were like a switch, her body instantly obeying. She gasped his name as an intense wave of pleasure tore through her, her body convulsing beneath him as she climaxed.

"Satoru!" Isana cried out, her nails digging into his back as she rode the crest of her orgasm, waves of pleasure radiating out from where they were joined. Her body quivered and twitched, spasming around him in a way that made Satoru moan in pleasure.

Satoru held onto Isana's quivering body firmly as he drove into her, the sight of her climax pushing him over the edge. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he finally succumbed to his own release. He pushed deep inside her one final time, his body stiffening as he let out a guttural cry. Isana felt him twitch inside her, the warmth of him filling her. His fingers dug deeper into her skin as he rode out his orgasm, his moans echoing in her ear.

Panting heavily, Satoru buried his face in the crook of her neck, his ragged breaths hot against her damp skin. The sheer intensity of their lovemaking left them both trembling, their bodies pressed tight together as they attempted to calm their racing hearts.

Satoru pulled back slightly, looking deep into Isana's eyes, still glazed with the remnants of their shared ecstasy.

"Isana," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine, "you’re mine."

His words landed heavily on her heart, causing a quiver to run through her overheated body. There was a raw possessiveness in his gaze, he was claiming her once again for himself. Isana found herself nodding, unable to muster any words. Her throat felt dry, but it wasn't from their searing lovemaking; it was the intensity of his confession that stole her voice.

"I love you," she finally managed to whisper, her fingers gently tracing the arc of his jaw. His eyes softened at her words, and he pulled her tighter against him.

"And I love you. Now come back home," he replied, pressing a bruising kiss on her lips. The firmness of his body against hers acting as a concrete reminder of their shared reality.

"I...I will," Isana responded, her voice choked with emotion.

[ariaetherium]

Itachi Uchiha One Shot

Warning: HEAVY SMUT

It's a long one, enjoy. ;)

"That was just foreplay..."

As Fiyori strolled through the haunting remnants of the Uchiha Clan, a wave of somber emotions washed over her. Among the decaying structures and faded memories, she suddenly spotted a lone figure standing in the tattered doorway with his long, jet-black hair tied up in a ponytail.

Her initial reaction was to bolt from the scene, but as she pivoted, a twig gave way beneath her foot, a clear, "Shit," escaping her lips in hushed frustration.

The man, alerted by her unintended slip, spun around with an almost eerie agility. "Who’s there?" His voice, deep and smooth, pierced the otherwise heavy silence that loomed in the desolation.

Caught in a moment of hesitation, Fiyori crossed her arms, her heart racing as she weighed her options. "Surprised to see you here... after what you did," she whispered with contempt.

The man, seemingly perplexed, inquired, "Who are you?" His head tilted slightly as he tried to place the voice.

Finally, Fiyori turned to face him, a wry smirk playing on her lips. "You don't remember me? That really hurts my feelings, Itachi."

Itachi's eyes widened in disbelief. "That voice... is that you, Fiyori?" His surprise was evident. "What are you doing here...?"

"Long time no see, friend," Fiyori teased as she walked closer to him. She looked around the desolate ruins. "I just felt the urge to see it, again. I couldn't believe it when they told us... it was you who did this, all those years ago."

"It had to be done," he whispered, the words heavy with the weight of past decisions. "Did you come here because of me?" He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"I know," she whispered, her gaze locking with his. "I came here because you might have crossed my mind..."

Itachi's expression remained stoic as he probed, "Do you understand why I did what I did?"

Fiyori nodded, her voice gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, Itachi. I was always on your side," she whispered.

"I thought you would hate me. Just like everyone else..." He spoke in a quiet voice, his concern palpable.

Fiyori offered him a half-smile, a mixture of forgiveness and understanding. "Itachi... you were my best friend. I know that what you did, even though it was horrible, was for a good reason." Her voice remained hushed as she studied him, realizing that ten years had passed, and they had both matured. Yet, as she gazed into his crimson Sharingan eyes, the remnants of her once-familiar friend seemed distant.

"Fiyori..." His voice quivered with unspoken emotions. In the depths of his gaze, his eyes reverted to their natural, onyx hue. Memories flooded his mind, resurrecting images of a time when he and Fiyori had been bound by an unbreakable friendship. They had shared laughter, played like carefree children, and stood as dedicated teammates throughout their formative years. The corner of his mouth curled up into a grin as he stepped closer to her.

"I thought... I thought I was never going to see you again," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. Her brows furrowed as she gazed up at him, searching for answers in his eyes.

"Fiyori, I—" He faltered, struggling to find the right words amidst a torrent of emotions that surged within him. As he got closer, he finally had a good look at the person she had become over the years.

“You look beautiful…” he murmured in a quiet voice.

Fiyori's eyes widened in surprise, and she tilted her head. "What?"

He maintained a calm and smooth demeanor, offering a reassuring smile as he said, "Sorry... I just haven't seen you in ages. You look… different."

"It's okay. I appreciate the compliment," she chuckled softly, a moment of warmth breaking through the intensity of their encounter. However, her expression soon turned serious again, concern etched across her features. "You can't be here... if anyone finds out, every shinobi in Konoha will be after you." Her tone was urgent, emphasizing the gravity of their situation and the risks he faced.

“Not every shinobi…” He mumbled as his eyes pierced into her. But then, he took a deep breath, his voice lowering to a hushed tone, "You’re right, though. I'd say I've been here for far too long already. As long as you keep this between us, I’ll be fine. I can trust you, right?"

Fiyori paused for a minute, “Of course you can trust me.”

“Come here..”

(Insert emotional anime music)

Itachi's arms enveloped her waist, pulling her in, and he pressed his cheek against hers. He held her with a gentle yet firm touch, savoring every moment of their closeness. He closed his eyes, wanting to remember the sweet sensation of her in his arms, a touch he had longed for over the years. Fiyori wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in even closer.

“I’ve missed you… so much.” Itachi’s voice was soft, his breath hot on her ear.

“I've missed you too," She confessed. But then, the somber reality began to settle in, and she gently pulled back, looking into his eyes. "Itachi," she said softly, her gaze searching his, "you really need to go. It's not safe for you here."

"I know," Itachi acknowledged, reluctantly releasing her from their embrace and taking a step back, his gaze holding a hint of longing and determination. "But we will see each other again, right?" he inquired. "I need to see you again, Fiyori," he declared, his voice laced with a sense of authority and dominance that left no room for doubt.

Fiyori's heart raced at his intense desire to see her again, but she felt compelled to address the harsh reality of their situation. "Itachi, I want to see you again too," she admitted, her voice filled with longing. "But it's dangerous. You're a criminal in the eyes of every shinobi within a 100-mile radius. I'm part of ANBU, and if they found out I saw you, it wouldn’t be good for me." Her words were tinged with a mix of yearning and apprehension, as she grappled with the complicated choices they faced.

“Come with me.” He stared at her intently as he made the bold proposition.

Fiyori's eyes widened, her disbelief and the weight what is being asked of her evident in her gaze. "Itachi, if I do that... I'll be considered a rogue ninja, like you. I... I have a life here," she explained with a mixture of apprehension and responsibility, torn between the deep bond they shared and her duty to Konoha.

"I understand," Itachi whispered, his voice heavy with acceptance. He tried to maintain composure, though a pang of emotion tugged at his words. "It was worth a shot. At least I got to see you again, Fiyori..." he whispered, his voice laced with a sense of melancholy. Though the situation was far from perfect, the fact that they had found each other again was a bittersweet consolation.

Fiyori stood there, pursing her lips together. She knew what it would mean if they met again, she could feel the tension growing by the second. "I have an idea..." Fiyori whispered, her voice carrying a glimmer of hope as she sought to lighten the somber mood. "I'll leave a window in my apartment open tonight. Use those stealthy skills of yours and come." Her words holding a promise of a secret meeting.

Itachi gave her a warm smile, "I'll be there." They both turned to walk away. But a sudden thought halted Itachi in his tracks. He turned his head, "Hey, Fiyori?"

Without turning to face him, she raised her brow curiously. “What is it?”

"Is the Sharingan unsettling?” Itachi chuckled.

Fiyori's smirked, and a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "No, I want you to use that Genjutsu on me," she declared in a low and sultry tone.

Itachi's eyes darkened with a potent mix of surprise and desire, and he couldn't help but bite his lip, a sharp breath escaping him. "You sure about that?" His voice a husky growl.

Fiyori turned her head, offering Itachi a suggestive smile. "I'm well aware of your Genjutsu skills," she whispered provocatively. "I just wonder if you know how to use them for pleasure, not just pain. Or maybe a bit of both..." With those tempting words, she sauntered away.

Itachi was stunned, surprised by the audacious proposition she had just made. His eyes, smoldering with lust, traveled down her enticing form as he watched her walk away, his gaze narrowing in like a predator eyeing its prey.

This is going to be an interesting night…

Itachi, like a shadow, made his way to Fiyori's apartment, moving with an almost imperceptible speed, a master of stealth. He silently leaped through her open window, his presence masked from the senses of any average person. There, he found Fiyori sitting on her couch, engrossed in a book, her features illuminated by the soft glow of a nearby lamp.

Fiyori spoke without looking up from her book, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Glad you made it without getting caught," she whispered with a sly smirk on her face, fully aware of Itachi's stealth and skill.

Itachi approached her, his presence commanding and magnetic. With a single finger, he tilted her chin up, making her meet his gaze.

"Missed me?" he purred, his eyes radiating an intense hunger, locking onto hers in a seductive and intense stare.

“Yes…” Fiyori breathed as a delicate blush colored her cheeks.

Unable to restrain the overwhelming desire any longer, Itachi pushed Fiyori back into the plushness of the couch, positioning himself between her legs. Their mouths locked in a hot, devouring kiss. His lips moved against hers with an insatiable hunger as their tongues tangled. Itachi’s hands, strong and commanding, roamed down Fiyori’s curves as he tore her shirt off before giving her breast a rough squeeze. Fiyori held Itachi close, her fingers entangled in his dark, silky hair. Her back arched in response, her breath quickening as his lips made their way down to the sensitive curve of her neck. She exhaled soft, breathy moans, her body quivering under his touch.

They slowly broke apart, their breaths coming in heavy, heated gasps. Fiyori's gaze remained fixed on Itachi. Her pupils dilated, and her lips still tingled from their kisses. Her heart raced in her chest, each beat echoing the rapid pace of her breath.

"Let me take control, Fiyori..." He urged, his words brushing against her lips. His hand trailed down her body, sliding into her shorts, stopping to make tantalizing circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. A breathless moan escapes Fiyori’s lips as his fingers continue to tease her. Itachi's smirk deepened as he bit down on his lip, his Sharingan reactivating with a crimson glow. His gaze was now locked on Fiyori's expressions of pleasure, every subtle change in her face and body language intensifying the growing need for her that coursed through him.

In a matter of seconds, Fiyori found herself naked, positioned between two Itachis as his Genjutsu wove a complex web of illusion, enveloping them in an altered reality. Fiyori gasps as she feels the heat of Itachi's body pressed against her back. His fingers grasp her jaw tightly. She trembles under his touch as she can feel his breath almost burning against her ear. "So, you wanted to try my Genjutsu, hmm…" He licks a searing path down her neck before sucking on the tender skin. On his knees before her, the other Itachi leaves scorching trails of hot kisses on her inner thigh until he reaches her core, eliciting a desperate moan from Fiyori. He ravishes her with his passionate touch, savoring the way every nerve in her body quivers and shakes as he toys with her delicate clit.

Itachi grips Fiyori's chin possessively, leaning down and devouring her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue demands entry into her mouth, and she eagerly complies. With one passionate motion, their tongues entwine in a wild and frenzied rhythm, as if they cannot get enough of the taste of each other. They moan hungrily into one another's mouths, lost in an electric heat that surges through their bodies. He trails his fingers up and down her body, entwining them in her soft curves, exploring every inch of her sensuous frame. Fiyori gasps with pleasure as he cups her breasts, kneading them hungrily. His touch coaxes a feverish moan from her lips as he swirls his fingertips around her nipples.

“Are you ready for me?” He purrs against her lips. His words send a thrill through her entire body and she eagerly nods, unable to resist the intense sensations raging within her. He slowly turns her face and Fiyori's breath hitches. Her eyes meet Itachi's, a silent plea for release and fulfillment. A predatory grin spreads across his face, revealing his hunger for her. With deliberate slowness, he positions himself between her legs, his gaze never leaving hers. Itachi's hard length slowly slides into her wet and inviting pussy, eliciting sharp breath accompanied by a deep moan from her. He thrusts in deeper, building a mesmerizing rhythm that forces a scream from Fiyori’s lips as she feels her walls stretch to accommodate him. “F-fuck, Fiyori…” he groans as he begins pounding into her.

Itachi watches her from behind, his eyes blaze with desire as he dips his hand between her legs and rubs urgent circles around her clit. A taunting smile spreads across his face as he leans in closer, "Mmm, you like that, Fiyori? You like it when I fuck you hard like this, and play with your pussy?" He whispers, his voice dripping with seduction. Fiyori shudders and whimpers, her whole body quivering. “Yes. Oh fuck, yes... Don’t stop...” She cries out desperately as her eyes roll back. Itachi smirks and increases the pressure of his fingers on her throbbing clit. She throws her head back as waves of intense pleasure wash over her. "You feel so fucking good. Such a good girl for me." He whispers into her ear, she trembles in response, lost in his every movement.

Fiyori's body shudders as her orgasm approached. She grabs onto the back of his neck with a firm grip. Waves of warmth crash over her as she screams his name with a passionate cry, every nerve in her body tingling as she releases. "Oh fuck, Itachi!"

The Itachi before her leaned closer, his Sharingan gleaming with intensity as his gaze fixed on her. A satisfied grunt slipped from his lips, and he whispered, "I’m just getting started with you." Fiyori's eyes widened, and a sharp inhale caught in her throat. The Genjutsu had enveloped her in an illusion so vivid that every nerve in her body was ablaze with sensations she couldn't believe weren't real. It left her trembling with a potent mixture of desire and amazement.

In a matter of seconds, she found herself in her dimly lit bedroom. One Itachi sat on the edge of the bed before her, his crimson eyes studying every inch of her body, while the other stood behind her. His hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine as his hand firmly commanded her to bend over.

Her mouth watered as she approached the first Itachi's impressive cock. She took a moment to admire it, her heart pounding in her chest. The way it twitched with anticipation, glistening with beads of precum, and the bulging veins that wrapped around it made her hands instinctively reach for it.

"Such a beautiful sight," murmured the second Itachi, his fingers gently trailing up her thighs to grip her hips.

"Mhm, I love this view." the first agreed, a sly smirk playing on his lips, his hand moving to tangle in her hair, guiding her closer to his throbbing length. Fiyori trembled at the intensity of his gaze as their eyes finally met in that moment.

"Go on," added the second Itachi, his hand connecting with a firm, commanding smack on her ass.

Fiyori’s tongue darted out, teasing the tip of his cock as she tasted his essence. Itachi’s mouth fell open as a low groan rumbled through his chest. His grip on her hair tightening, “You’re going to take it all down your throat.” He commanded. With each inch Fiyori took him deeper, sucking harder, turned on by his moans and the way his body trembled beneath her touch.

“Fuck, yes,” Itachi hissed, his grip tightening as he fought the urge to thrust wildly. “Just like that, baby.”

Itachi's pulse raced, his body trembling with desire as he stared into Fiyori's hooded eyes. Every fiber of his being screamed for release, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he yanked her back by her hair, assertiveness dominating his every move. His thumb caressed her bottom lip as he hilted her to look up at him.

"Open," Itachi ordered, his tone demanding obedience. As he took himself in hand, he couldn’t help but bite his lip, drawing in a sharp breath at the contact. Fiyori’s complied, opening her mouth immediately. Itachi positioned himself, guiding his pulsing cock between her inviting lips. He began to thrust slowly, his breath ragged as the rhythmic went sounds filled the room. He licked his lips as he watched the sinful display before him. Fiyori traced her hand along the contours of his chest, down his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips. Her other hand gripped his thigh as her fingernails dug into his skin for support.

“Ugh, fuck,” Itachi moaned out between clenched teeth, control slipping away as his thrusts grew more urgent. He threw his head back, his eyes rolling in ecstasy as he felt the pressure building within him. He couldn’t contain himself, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations as his thrusts bordered on violent now.

Fiyori moaned as she gripped high thigh tighter, the friction between them making her even wetter. Her eyes widened as the other Itachi's fingers traced a path through her wet folds, their searching touch creating shivers down her spine. "Mmm," he groaned with satisfaction, his voice low and husky as he slipped two fingers inside her. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "You're so wet, I can feel how much you want this." A muffled moan escaped from her, an electric thrill raced through her body as he curled his fingers just right, hitting the spot that sent pleasurable tremors through her core. Itachi pressed scorching kisses down her spine as his other hand snaked around her waist, teasing her swollen clit. “Mmm, so sensitive,” he observed with a devilish grin, ejoying the way her body reacted to him. He squeezed her clit between his fingers, tugging gently, teasing her as he pulled his fingers out from inside her wet heat. He finally thrusted his thick cock into her, filling her completely.  Itachi’s hips pounded into her, “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He murmured, his voice rough with need.

Fiyori couldn’t think, couldn’t breath, all she could do was feel, feel both of them consuming her senses. Itachi’s hands clenched around Fiyori’s hair with an iron-like grip, he couldn’t help but take in the delicious scene before him. The other version of himself, identical in every aspect, down to the predatory glint in his eyes– was ruthlessly pounding into her from behind as he himself was violently thrusting into her mouth. His breath hitched as Fiyori let out muffled moans around his engorged cock, the vibrations by her cry rippled through him.

“Mm,” the other Itachi grunted, a twisted smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “She’s a good little cocksucker, and this pussy is… So. Fucking. Tight.” He punctuated with each thrust.

Itachi couldn’t help the perverse satisfaction that burned within him as he watched Fiyori pleasing him while being taken so roughly from behind. “Keep going, baby,” he urged her, his voice low and guttural. He could see the strain in her eyes as she tried to focus on pleasing him. It only made him want her more. Her utter submission, her willingness to endure such a brutal coupling for his pleasure –  it was intoxicating.

Fiyori choked around him, her eyes watering as his cock slipped further down her throat. Itachi had to admit, there was something undeniably erotic about seeing her like this, pinned between two versions of himself, enduring their relentless assault.

“Ugh… I’m close,” the other Itachi grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back to meet each of his thrust. “Cum with us, with me, Fiyori…”

Itachi growled low in his throat, unable to hold back any longer, he came, pulsing hotly into her throat as she swallowed every drop. Taking him deep, milking him for everything he had.

“Oh, fuck…” Itachi panted, staring down at Fiyori’s flushed face. She looked utterly depraved, and it was all because of him. A nagging thought tugged at the back of his mind: was this their twisted fantasy or an insight to the dark depths of his own desires?

The thought, as fast as it came, vanished as Fiyori’s lips curled into a sultry grin, her eyes fluttering as moans escaped her. The room was thick with the scent of sex. Sweat dripped from Itachi’s brow, landing on Fiyori’s skin, and she shivered at the sensation. His nails dug into her shoulder, leaving marks as he drove further into her. The wet squelching sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air as he pounded into her.

"Itachi! Your cock… feels so fucking good!" Fiyori screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head, the waves of her orgasm pulsing through her entire being. Fiyori's breathing became ragged, her chest heaving up and down. Itachi's pace slowed down, his hips moving slowly now, intentionally torturing them both. She whimpered, begging him not to stop. "This pussy feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me cum so deep inside you." Itachi groaned into her neck. Fiyori threw her head back, feeling his warm tongue trace the skin under her ear.

She gasped and came hard, her walls gripped him tightly, milking his cock as he pumped it in and out. Itachi buried his face in her neck, taking long deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. Fiyori’s legs were shaking as she felt his cum filling her up. Itachi pulled out slowly, his cock twitching as he came to a stop inside her.

Suddenly, Fiyori snapped back to reality, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, while Itachi hovered over her, a menacing grin playing on his lips. "Itachi... holy shit, that was..." she gasped, her mouth left hanging open in shock as his Sharingan eyes returned to their natural state. "Yeah…" Itachi whispered, his eyes lingering on her gaze before trailing down to her lips. "How was that for my Genjutsu skills?" he purred in a low, seductive tone, his voice brimming with satisfaction and allure.

Fiyori bit her lip as she regained her composure, but then the realization her. "Oh, what's the time?" she asked with a sense of urgency. Itachi let out a low chuckle and whispered, "Go see for yourself." Fiyori quickly stood up and rushed to check the clock, only to discover that a mere five minutes had passed since he'd arrived. Her jaw dropped in bewilderment.

"What the… that felt like..." she began, and Itachi interjected, "Forever? Like time didn't exist?" His words, delivered in a sultry whisper, sent a shiver down Fiyori's spine as she felt his warm breath on her shoulder.

Fiyori turned to face Itachi and she took a deep breath. He leaned closer, his nose brushing against hers. Itachi's hands rested on her waist, his gaze an intense fixation on her, as his desire for her became palpable. His mind spiraled. He wanted her again, and again, and he admitted in a seductive tone, "That was just foreplay..."

Fiyori's eyes widened as the sensations from the Genjutsu still lingered, making her question whether she could handle more. "Itachi, I can't..." she whispered, her voice wavering. Itachi smirked and pushed her against the wall, his voice determined. "You can," he whispered, his lips trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you." He commanded. "Except this time, no Genjutsu, just you and me. Here in the real world," Itachi growled as he lifted her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. The promise of an unadulterated, passionate connection between them hung in the air, and Fiyori's heart raced with anticipation as they ventured into the realm of raw desire.

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Infernal Gambit

Title: Infernal Gambit (Aria_Etherium on Wattpad)

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WARNINGS: SMUT/ DEGREDATION/ SOME CNC

Synopsis: Simon and Mina had gotten into an argument before heading back to their quarters and Simon makes a bold decision to bust into her room... "You misunderstand Mina. I'm not apologizing. I despise you. But, you're stuck in my head, and I can't stop thinking about the way your tight little cunt will feel around my cock."

Simon stands outside Mina's door, his heart pounding in his chest as he contemplates the weight of his next decision. His mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions, the lines between his pride and desire blurring before him. He knows that crossing this threshold could change everything, and he can't help but question the consequences of his actions.

Fuck... there's no turning back if I do this. He thinks to himself, his hand hesitating over the doorknob.

With a deep breath to steady himself, he gathers the resolve he needs and kicks open the door with a swift motion, the sudden forceful sound reverberating through the room like an echo of his bold intentions.

The door swings open, revealing Mina, laying on her bed, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. Her eyes widen in surprise, swiftly followed by irritation as she recognizes Simon standing there.

"Simon, what the hell?!" Mina exclaims, her voice a mix of annoyance and frustration as she quickly rises from the bed.

Ignoring her protest, Simon walks into the room, decisively closing the door behind him, then proceeds to put his hands in pockets. The adrenaline coursing through his veins makes him feel bolder, more daring than ever. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Get out!" she snaps, trying to assert control over the situation.

But Simon remains undeterred, his eyes locked onto Mina's, a silent challenge between them. Mina's heart skips a beat as she takes in Simon's imposing figure standing just beyond the threshold of her room. Simon's dark brown hair flicked out from under his balaclava, adding to the rugged charm that emanated from him. The tight-fitting black t-shirt accentuated his sculpted physique, revealing the contours of his rippling muscles, a sight she hadn’t witnessed before. She had never seen him in anything so casual, and the unexpected change left her momentarily breathless. Her gaze traveled down, and she noticed the intricate tattoo sleeve on his right arm. It was a mesmerizing display of artistry that seemed to tell a story all on its own. The revelation of this hidden piece of him stirred a newfound curiosity within her, making him even more enigmatic than before. The grey sweatpants he wore left little to the imagination, teasing her senses with a hint of what lies beneath. But it was his intense gaze that held her captive, a hunger in his eyes that seemed to pierce through the barriers she had carefully constructed.

 He takes deliberate steps closer to her, his presence overwhelming, and she can feel her heart racing in response to the intensity of the moment. Simon stands tall, his formidable frame towering over Mina. Mina's frustration reaches its peak, and before she can even react, Simon swiftly grabs her wrist with a firm grip, preventing her from shoving him back. Her attempt to assert control is instantly thwarted, and her hand hovers in the air, unable to make contact with his chest.

As he holds her wrist, his gaze locks onto her fingers, and she can't help but feel self-conscious, knowing that he caught her in the act. Her irritation momentarily gives way to a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, her cheeks flushing with a hint of color.

With a mix of audacity and curiosity he asks, “Were you touching yourself?” his voice a low, husky whisper, the words sending a rush of heat to her cheeks.

“N- If I was, what business is it of yours?” she hisses angrily, her attempt to hide her embarrassment only fueling his determination. Simon's lips curve into a suggestive smirk, and he lifts his balaclava with his free hand, revealing the lower half of his face. Mina's breath catches, surprised by the unexpected revelation. Her mind races with a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to respond to this audacious act.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she growls, attempting to maintain her composure in the face of his daring approach. But Simon remains steadfast, his gaze unwavering as he places her still-glistening fingers in his mouth, a provocative gesture that intensifies the charged atmosphere between them.

As Simon sucks the slick off Mina’s fingers, he maintains eye contact, his gaze smoldering with an intensity that sends shivers down her spine. Mina's heart pounds in her chest, torn between resistance and a thrilling allure she couldn’t deny. Mina's frustration reaches its peak, and she tries to pull her hand away from Simon's grasp, determined to break free from his audacious hold. But Simon's grip remains firm, and he doesn't let go, a silent challenge in his eyes.

"Is this your idea of an apology, Simon? Let go of me!" she demands, her voice laced with anger and defiance. Simon tilts his head as he slowly slides his lips off her fingers, his mouth curling into a devious grin. In the blink of an eye Simon has Mina pinned up against the wall, his large hand tightly wrapped around her throat. Mina gasps, her eyes widening in shock as Simon's fingers tighten around her neck. She struggles to break free, but his grip is too strong. Simon leans in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "You misunderstand, Mina," he says, voice low and dangerous. "I'm not apologizing. I despise you. But, you’re stuck in my head, and I can’t stop thinking about the way your tight little cunt will feel around my cock."

His right-hand slowly slides down, stopping to squeeze her breast needily before his hand lowers more, down her stomach and into her underwear. His fingers stroke her teasingly, and she gasps, her hips jerking forward from the sensation. "Wow. You’re already dripping for me" he whispers, as his fingers slide through her wetness before resting on her clit.

"I should fuck you right here, right now. You want that, don't you?" He whispers, his lips lightly graze her ear, as his fingers make slow, tantalizing circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Mina's body trembles and her breath quickens, but Simon's touch leaves her unable to speak. Her body betrays her as Simon's fingers continue to work her clit, she bites down on her lip, forcing herself to stifle her moans. Simon presses his body against hers, pinning her in place as his lips hover over hers. She stares up at him, her eyes hooded, but her mouth remains shut. "Yes," He breathes, answering for her. "You want this. Say it."

"No…" Mina whispers, just as Simon slides two fingers into her slit, causing her to take a sharp breath in. "Fuck, your cunt is so tight." His voice is low and seductive, his fingers working her sweet spot expertly. Mina turns her head away, but his hand clamps around her jaw as he turns her head back to face him.

“I said, say it.” He demands, his voice deep and threatening.

Mina glares up at him and replies venomously, “Go to hell.”

Simon pauses, and Mina relaxes slightly. But then he shocks her with the strength of his response, pulling his fingers from inside her and slaps her between her legs. She gasps in surprise at the suddenness of it, and a small whimper escapes her lips. He strikes Mina again, and her eyes widen in shock. His hand continues to come down hard on her throbbing core as Simon looks at Mina with a sinister grin. Embarrassed by the sound of her wetness hit by each smack, Mina tries to press her thighs together but fails when Simon pulls her underwear down and spreads her legs apart with his knee. "Look at you, your body is begging for me," A smirk crosses his face as his gaze devours the sight of her body, grazing over her hard nipples through her tank top and lower to her aroused center.

Through gritted teeth, Mina whispers "Please don't..."

Am I actually enjoying this right now? I’m more fucked up than I thought… Mina’s mind was spinning at Simon’s ministrations.

Simon chuckles darkly and takes a step back, he looks her up and down. “Take your clothes off, Mina.”

Mina remains still, barely taking in what just happened.

Simon roughly grabs her and tosses her onto the bed. “I said strip,” he growls. She nodded, her eyes widening with a mix of anticipation and fear. “Now,” he said huskily, “Lay back and spread your legs, I want to have a look at you.” She did as he asked and watched as he removed his clothes. Simon's eyes consumed Mina's body as she stretched seductively across the bed, resting on her elbows, revealing everything to him. His hunger is palpable as he gazes at the delicate shape of her thighs, her glistening core, the curve of her waist, and her full breasts, drinking in every detail of her beauty before finally stopping to gaze upon her face.

Mina's heart dances wildly within her chest as her eyes meet Simon’s intense gaze. There's a hint of intoxication in her eyes, as if she's lost in the allure of the moment. The way she looks at him reveals a sense of vulnerability that she rarely exposes to others. As their eyes lock, her lips instinctively part, and she bites down on her lower lip, a gesture of both anticipation and hesitation. She can't help but take in his tattooed physique; her eyes trail along the elaborate sleeve going down his right arm, the two that snake along his sides to show off his muscles, and the entire sleeve on his left leg. Her eyes hungrily wandered over the impressive length in his hand. Simon notices her reaction and responds with a satisfied grunt as his lips curl into a devious smile.

Simon climbs onto the bed and looks down at her, he slowly spreads her legs wider as he stares at her throbbing core. Mina knows he’s waiting for her to say it and her face flushes. Simon’s eyes meet hers, breathing deeply with a smirk on his face. “Say it.” He whispers as he slowly runs his fingers up her leg.

He leans down and blows on her wetness, sending shockwaves through her. Her eyes flutter close as a low moan escapes her lips. Simon wraps his hands around her thighs, his fingers digging into the supple skin as he brings his mouth closer, flicking his tongue on her clit. Mina gasps, her fingers gripping onto the sheets.

“S-Simon… Stop... No,” She lets out with a breathless whimper. Mina gasped as his tongue teased her, his lips cupped around her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Mmm?” Simon smirks as he continues to suck on her clit. The sensation is so overwhelming that she can barely hold onto a thought, let alone speak.

A roll of his tongue and she moans, knowing exactly what is coming next. He slides his fingers into her, curling upwards, seeking her G-spot as he pulled back. They plunged deep inside her, the intoxicating wetness of her arousal coated his fingers, amplifying the slippery, lewd sounds that accompanied their every movement. Her back arches off of the bed as the waves of pleasure build higher and higher.

“I know you’re enjoying this, you fucking bitch. Just admit it.” He says in a low voice as he sits up, looking down at her with hooded eyes. His tongue licking her juices off his lips sending her over the edge.

“I fucking hate you, Simon.” She growls as his fingertips rub and press the sensitive flesh inside, driving her crazy.  Her eyes fluttering closed as she purses her lips, trying her hardest to fight the urge to tell him she wants this just as bad.

Simon chuckles darkly. “I know,” He says as he slides his fingers out of her. He reaches out and grips her jaw pulling her forward. “On your fucking knees.”

His other hand slowly runs up and down his pulsating length as he guides Mina to the desired position he wants her in. She tries to pull back, her eyes narrowing up at him defiantly, but his grip on her tightens and she finally submits, moving to sit on her knees before him.

"That's a good little slut. Now open." He commands as he taps the tip of his cock on her lips.

"Go fuck yourself. Asshole." Mina snarls, her jaw clenching as rage mixes with her burning desire.

Simon glares at her and he smacks her cheek, hard enough that it makes her yelp, her eyes widening in shock.

"Open. Your. Goddamn. Mouth." He says each word slowly and deliberately. The rage continues to build, but Mina knows better than to fight it, so she does as he commands, her mouth opening, allowing him to slide his cock inside.

Simon grins, a glimmer of wickedness shining in his eyes as he grips her head pushing deeper than she expects. "Get used to it, whore. We're stuck with each other for a while. You're going to be swallowing a lot of my cum."

I should bite his fucking dick off. He’s lucky I want to fuck him.

The room began to fill with the sounds of Mina’s wet mouth engulfing him. “Fuck, it feels so good. You really know what you’re doing..." His words spilled out, punctuated by gasps and moans that escaped his lips. His hands wrapped around her hair as he guided her up and down.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” he rasped, his voice laced with an undeniable hunger. A deep groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back in sheer ecstasy, surrendering himself to the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped him as he thrusted into her mouth.

With a commanding voice, he encouraged Mina to take him deeper, “All the way down, that’s it. That’s a good whore.” he hissed, his words infused with desire. Mina gagged around him, her nails dug into his thighs as he pushed deeper into her throat. The tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her flushed cheeks, a mixture of pleasure, submission, and the intensity of the moment. Simon’s voice escaped in a guttural groan, his eyes fixated on Mina. The raw desire in his gaze was unmistakable, a mix of dominance and adoration.

Fuck… I don’t want to cum yet.

With a rough yank of her hair, Simon pulls Mina’s head back, her lips parted with a gasp as she eagerly drew in a deep breath. In a burst of unrestrained passion, Simon lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. Her body, trapped between his powerful frame and the solid surface. His forceful hands now held her with a firm, possessive grasp.

Simon's eyes flicker with a mixture of longing and restraint as they linger on Mina's lips. The pull towards her is undeniable, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, torn between the desire to lean in and the fear of crossing a line. He knows that a single kiss could change everything, and the weight of that decision weighs heavily on his mind.

"Simon..." Mina's voice is barely a breath, a soft whisper that sends a shiver down his spine. Her fingers trail along the nape of his neck, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

Simon looks at Mina, he sees the curiosity and desire in her eyes, her hand reaching out towards his balaclava. In that moment, he knows what she's thinking - she wants to see his face, to peel away the barrier that separates them. His heart skips a beat, and for an instant, he's tempted to give in, to reveal himself fully to her. But just as her fingers brush against the fabric of his mask, he reacts instinctively, his fingers tightening around her hand, his voice gentle but firm saying, "No. The mask stays."

Then, he entered her with a torturous slowness, savoring every inch of her as he claimed her body. Mina’s long lashes swept against her flushed cheeks as her eyelids involuntarily fluttered shut, surrendering herself to the consuming sensations that rippled through her body. Uncontrollable moans spilled from her parted lips, harmonized with the rhythm of Simon’s powerful thrusts, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoed in the air around them.

Simon’s gaze intensified as he drew her closer, their bodies intimately entwined, as he unleashed a seductive question. His voice, laced with that mixture of dominantion and anticipation, murmured, "Yeah? You ready to admit it now?"

Mina’s brows furrowed with a look of longing and vulnerability as her breath hitched in her throat, her voice filled with aching desire and an unmistakable plea. "Fuck… Yes, Simon. I want it.”

"Bloody hell..." he mutters under his breath, the struggle to hold back now too great to bear. All pretenses and boundaries melt away as he leans down. With a primal need, his lips find hers in a passionate and fiery kiss. As Simon leans down to kiss her, Mina's arms instinctively wrap around his neck, drawing him closer to her. His heart pounds in his chest, every fiber of his being consumed by the intensity of the moment. He kisses her like he's unraveling a secret, savoring every inch of her lips, every gasp of breath that escapes her. Their tongues entwine in a dance of fervent longing, a dance that speaks volumes without words. He can taste the sweetness of her, the softness of her lips, and he's lost in a euphoria that he never knew existed.

As Simon stepped backwards, they both fell onto the bed as their bodies tangled together. Mina’s desire surged through her, fueling her dominance as she took control. Simon’s eyes widened as Mina slid down on him, riding him with an intensity that left him breathless. Her movements grew more deliberate and sensual as she slowly ground her wet core against him. Simon’s eyes rolled back as his hand connected with a firm smack on her ass before both hands gripped it with an unyielding force.

“Fucking hell, Mina," he groaned, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and surrender. Mina’s voice pierced through the haze of pleasure as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his, "Is this what you pictured when we were at the club?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she whispered.

"Yes.” He grunted as he bit his lip, his jaw clenching, his grip on her ass tightening as his fingers dug into the skin, guiding her movements. With a surge of power, Simon lifted her effortlessly and slammed her down onto the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Mina. You'll scream my name so loud that everyone in this fucking base is going to know it." he rasped, his voice thick with urgency and hunger.

A growl tore from his throat as he thrusted, burying his cock deep inside her with an overwhelming force. Mina’s voice erupted in a scream of pleasure, her inhibitions shattered as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh fuck, Simon!"

The bed shook beneath them as Simon’s powerful thrusts rocked Mina’s body, the force of his movements electrifying her senses. She gasped, succumbing to his power, as he drove himself deeper and deeper, claiming her with an insatiable hunger.

A smirk tugged at his lips as her eyes met his again. "God, look at you. Taking my cock so deep inside that fucking cunt.” He groaned, a raspy moan leaving his lips as his jaw remained clenched, his cock twitching inside of her as he fought against his release. Simon gently glided his hand up Mina's arm, his touch both tender and possessive. Their fingers intertwined naturally, as if they were meant to fit together. As he looked down at her, his eyes held a depth of emotion that words could not fully capture, revealing the intensity of his desire and the vulnerability he had finally allowed himself to show.

 Simon’s voice came out in a seductive whisper. "Cum for me, Mina," his voice husky with desire. The room reverberated with the wet squelching noises growing in intensity with each forceful thrust. Mina’s body quivered, her inner heat pooling in her belly, aching for Simon’s pulsating member. His precise aim repeatedly striking her sweet spot. "Oh my god! Fuck…Simon, I’m cumming!" Her back arched as she quivered beneath him, her walls squeezing around his thick cock. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, rippling through her body like a tempestuous storm.

Simon’s mouth hung open as he watched in awe as Mina came undone, her body shaking with pleasure, he shook his head in disbelief at the display beneath him. He bit his lip as his breaths became ragged, her warmth squeezing his cock along with her release drove him over the edge. His voice cracked. “Fuck… Fuck I’m cumming," he gasped, his voice husky with desire. Finally, with a loud growl, Simon releases inside her, his body shaking with pleasure.

He slowly pulls out and lays next to her, both of them a panting mess. Simon looks at Mina in disbelief, his mind reeling from the realization that the boundaries that defined their relationship have now been crossed. Simon slowly gets up, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself after the intensity of their shared moment and gets dressed. "This changes nothing," he says firmly, his voice tinged with a mix of determination and uncertainty.

Mina sits up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Fine by me. Thanks for the orgasm, “mate”. Don't let the door hit you on the way out," she retorts, her voice laced with defiance. Simon rolls his eyes at her teasing remark. As he turns to leave the room, he can't help but feel a rush of conflicting emotions.

As Simon steps out of the room he pauses for a moment, What the hell was that, Simon? You were supposed to fuck her, not get all bloody intimate…  As he thought about the passion that burst between them, he can't help but mutter, "Christ, I can't fucking stand that woman." The words slip out before he can stop them, revealing the raw emotions swirling within him. He's torn between the allure of their connection and the fear of losing control. Mina's ability to get under his skin, to challenge him in ways no one else can, both excites and infuriates him.

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Between the Sully Brothers

Title: Intimate Betrayal (Aria_Etherium on Wattpad)

Neteyam X Female OC (Lai'ra) X Lo'ak Ages 20/19/19

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Warnings: HIGHLY EXPLICIT / PURE SMUT Synopsis: Speaks for itself, Lai'ra has a threesome with the Sully Brothers. (It's a long one.) "You like that, don't you? Feeling both of us inside you, filling you up."

They enter the Marui with an air of anticipation. Lo'ak throws Lai'ra onto the bed, a playful spark in his eyes. Neteyam moves to position himself behind her, their eyes meeting in an intimate connection, their lips, in a fiery kiss, an exploration of lust and longing. Lo'ak, driven by an insatiable hunger, tears away Lai'ra's loincloth, revealing her drenched core. "Damn mamas, already so wet for us." He chuckles lowly. With a playful yet commanding smack, he ignites a pleasurable sting that sends waves of sensation through her body. Lai'ra gasps and bites her lip at the sensation as she continues looking up at Neteyam, his gaze sending shivers down her spine as he unties her covering. Lai'ra gasps, the realization that she's fully exposed to both of them hitting her. Lowering himself, Lo'ak dives in, using his tongue to explore her, drawing out moans of pleasure from her trembling lips. Her body arching and writhing under their combined attention. Neteyam slides his hands down slowly to cups her breasts, his touch urgent and hungry, his fingers skillfully teasing her hardened nipples. Lai'ra can't help but moan in response to both of their ministrations. Neteyam places a hand on her jaw, gently turning her head to look down at Lo'ak as he begins to whisper in her ear, "That's right, love. We are here for you."

"Neteyam, help me out here." Lo'ak whispers, a devilish grin lighting up his face as he looks up at them. He sits up and sensually trails his fingers through Lai'ra's glistening folds, reveling in the intoxicating wetness. Neteyam smirks in response and guides his hand downward to encircle her throbbing clit, each stroke sending electric pulses of pleasure through her body. Lo'ak's fingers gradually penetrate her, pumping them in and out in a rhythmic motion. "Oh.. my god... fuck." Lai'ra breathily moans as she feels them both working her. Lo'ak's fingers curled inside her, hitting all the right spots, while Neteyam's expert touch on her clit sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her. Lo'ak chuckles, "That's it mamas, tell us how good we make you feel." He lets out with a low groan. Lai'ra's moans grew louder, mingling with the sounds of their shared desire. Her grip tightened on Lo'aks hair and Neteyams neck her as her body arched, seeking more of the pleasure they were offering. The room filled with the scent of arousal as they brought her to the edge. Lai'ra looks down at Lo'ak as he begins kissing her inner thighs hungrily, her eyes rolling back into her head as she approaches her climax. Neteyam senses her tensing beneath him and tilts her face towards him, kissing her slowly and passionately.

"Don't come just yet baby girl." Lo'ak lips curl into a grin as he whispers against her skin.

Lai'ra's body tightens, muscles coiling with the imminent release. Her eyes meet Lo'ak's, a silent plea for more, as she feels herself teetering on the edge. Neteyam's lips trail from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake.

"Please, please can I come? I can't hold back anymore." Lai'ra mewls as she begins to writhe underneath their touch.

"What do you think Lo'ak? Is she allowed to come?" Neteyam asks his voice low and husky in Lai'ras ear.

Lo'ak's eyes dance with mischief as he gazes at Lai'ra, his fingers continuing their tantalizing strokes. A devilish grin spreads across his face, mirroring the desire that courses through his veins. He looks up at Neteyam and nods, his voice filled with seductive affirmation. "Hell yes, come undone for us mamas," he declares, his tone laced with desire.

Lai'ra's breath hitches, a mix of relief and anticipation flooding her senses. Her eyes meet 

Neteyam's, a silent plea for release and fulfillment. Neteyam's lips curl into a predatory smile as he gazes down at her. "You heard him, love," he growls, his voice oozing authority and desire. "Be a good girl and come for us." He commands, his touch becoming more insistent on her throbbing clit. Lai'ra's body tenses with anticipation, her muscles coiling tighter as the wave of climax approaches. The pleasure builds within her, threatening to consume her entirely. Her grip tightens on Lo'ak's hair and Neteyam's neck, her voice a breathy moan as she surrenders to the overwhelming ecstasy. "Fuck... I'm coming," she gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

Their fingers continue their skillful exploration, driving her pleasure to new heights. Neteyam's lips capture hers in a passionate kiss, their connection deepening as Lai'ra's orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and satiated in their arms.

The world fades away as Lai'ra's body surrenders to the overwhelming ecstasy, pleasure coursing through her veins like liquid fire.

Lo'ak, his voice husky with desire, leans in closer to Lai'ra, his eyes locked with hers. "Are you ready for me, baby girl?" he asks, his words a seductive whisper that sends shivers down her spine. Lai'ra, still lost in the haze of pleasure, responds with a breathy moan, her body yearning for his touch.

Neteyam, ever the playful one, smirks mischievously as he leans in, his hand lightly smacking Lai'ra's breast. "Come now, love," he teases, his voice laced with a hint of wickedness. "Lo'ak asked you a question. You need to answer." His touch sends a jolt of electric anticipation through her, making her squirm with anticipation.

Lai'ra's eyes flutter open, her gaze shifting between Lo'ak and Neteyam. She takes a deep breath, her voice laced with a mix of desire and need. "Yes," she manages to utter, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, Lo'ak. I want both of you." Her admission hangs in the air, heavy with anticipation.

Lo'ak's eyes darken with desire as Lai'ra's words reach his ears. A predatory grin spreads across his face, revealing his hunger for her. With deliberate slowness, he positions himself between her legs, his gaze never leaving hers.

Neteyam, his playful demeanor giving way to an intensity matched only by his longing, moves to trace a path down her abdomen. His touch is feather-light, teasing and tantalizing as he guides her hands to Lo'ak's waiting form. "Go on, love," he urges, his voice husky with anticipation. "Take what you want."

Lai'ra's fingers tremble as they graze Lo'ak's heated skin, her touch sending a jolt of desire coursing through his veins. She feels the heat of him against her, their connection growing with every passing second. Their eyes lock once more, a silent affirmation of their shared desires.

A primal groan escaped Lo'ak's lips as Lai'ra's hand found its way to his hardened length, her touch eliciting a response that stirred the depths of his desire.

Embracing her newfound dominance, Lai'ra smirked at the response she received from Lo'ak and decided to take charge. Sitting up, she pushed him down with a hint of roughness, her eyes gleaming with a dominant aura as she straddled him. Her hands firmly planted on his chest, she purred, "Now it's my turn to take control." Her voice dripped with desire as Lo'ak willingly submitted to her dominance, his body eagerly responding to her touch and movements.

Lai'ra's hips swayed with a hypnotic rhythm as she rode him, their eyes locked in a passionate connection that fueled their desire. Sensing Neteyam's equal need for attention, she stopped and turned around, inviting him closer by tugging at the waistband of his loincloth. Swiftly untying it, she discarded it to the side, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Neteyam's eyes widened in excitement as Lai'ra lowered her lips to the head of his cock, teasing him with a tantalizing touch. Slowly, she took his throbbing length into her mouth, eliciting a deep groan from him. Meanwhile, Lo'ak grabbed her hips roughly, thrusting fervently into her, causing Lai'ra to moan around Neteyam's cock, sending vibrations of pleasure through him.

Lai'ra, overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion, gasps for breath as she breaks free from her oral embrace with Neteyam. Her voice laced with need and desire, she looks at Lo'ak and Neteyam with a fiery gaze. "I want both of you inside me," she declares, her voice quivering with anticipation.

Lo'ak throws her off and stands up, his strength evident as he lifts her effortlessly, positions her above him, ready to fulfill her deepest desires. Neteyam, understanding her craving for complete surrender, moves behind her, his gaze filled with longing. With a shared understanding, Lo'ak slowly enters her wet and inviting pussy, filling her with an exquisite fullness that makes her gasp. Simultaneously, Neteyam, guided by her yearning, eases himself into her tight ass, stretching her in a way that elicits a primal scream of pleasure from Lai'ra. "Oh FUCK, Lai'ra." He groans as he slowly begins thrusting into her. His mouth latching onto her neck as he begins biting and sucking on the delicate skin. She grips onto Lo'ak's shoulders for support, her nails digging into his flesh, while her body rhythmically moves against the dual intrusion.

Lo'ak groans deeply, his breath hitching as he feels Lai'ra's walls gripping him tightly. He holds her steady, his eyes locked with hers, and begins to move in a steady, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust brings him deeper inside her, filling her completely, as their connection intensifies. "You feel so fucking good, Lai'ra," he growls, his voice laced with desire. "Fucking take us both." He growls as he begins to thrust into her furiously.

Lai'ra's body shudders as she finds herself caught between the sensations of Lo'ak and Neteyam. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as waves of pleasure ripple through her, her senses overloaded by the dual stimulation. She clings to Lo'ak for support, her eyes searching for Neteyam's gaze, a silent plea for more. Every thrust, every movement, drives her closer to the edge, pushing her towards the precipice of ecstasy. "Oh fuck!" she gasps, her voice a mix of need and desperation. "Fuck me harder, both of you!"

Lo'ak's primal instincts awaken, fueled by Lai'ra's passionate plea. His grip tightens on her thighs, his muscles rippling with raw power as he thrusts into her with unrelenting force. The sheer intensity of his movements pushes her to the edge, her body arching against him, aching for release. His voice, dripping with dominance, fills the air. "You want it harder, Lai'ra? Beg for it," he demands, his words laced with a seductive growl.

Lo'ak and Neteyam share a devilish grin as they lock eyes, their desire for Lai'ra fueling their every move. They switch positions, their bodies seamlessly transitioning. Lai'ra's breath hitches as she feels the change, her anticipation reaching new heights.

With Neteyam now poised at her entrance, ready to plunge deep inside her, he gazes into her eyes, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Beg," he commands, his voice dripping with temptation. "Beg us to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before."

Lai'ra's eyes widen with a mix of anticipation and longing. She can feel the electricity in the air, the raw power surging between them. She meets Neteyam's gaze, her voice trembling with desire. "Please," she whispers, her voice husky.

Lai'ra's chest heaves with a mix of anticipation and desire. She can feel the electricity in the air, the intense energy radiating from Lo'ak and Neteyam. The power they possess over her, both physically and emotionally, sends shivers down her spine. Her eyes lock with Neteyam's, her voice a breathless plea. "Please," she whispers, her voice husky with need. "Please! Fuck me harder... I need you." Lo'ak's eyes darken with primal hunger as he tightens his grip on Lai'ra's hips, his movements becoming more forceful and relentless. Each thrust brings her closer to the precipice of ecstasy, the sensation, the need of being filled and claimed by him overwhelming her senses. His voice resonates with dominance. "You want it harder, mamas? Fucking take it," he growls, his words vibrating with a seductive power that stirs the deepest depths of her desire.

Neteyam, his gaze fixated on Lai'ra's flushed face, plunges deep into her, his rhythm matching the intensity set by Lo'ak. The dual penetration sends shockwaves of pleasure cascading through her, her moans mingling with the symphony of their shared passion. He leans closer, his voice a seductive whisper in her ear. "God, you're fucking incredible," he murmurs, his voice laced with admiration. "The way you take us, the way you surrender to us, fuck Lai'ra. FUCK!"

As their bodies move in perfect harmony, the room fills with the symphony of their passion. The primal grunts and moans escaping their lips, the slapping of skin against skin, and the erotic sounds of their bodies intertwining. Lai'ra's senses are overwhelmed, her vision blurred by waves of pleasure crashing through her.

"Fuck," Lo'ak moans, his voice filled with raw desire. "This tight little ass... it feels so fucking good." His words escape in a deep, guttural grunt as he savors the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by Lai'ra's tightness. The primal pleasure courses through his veins, driving him to thrust harder, seeking to lose himself in the intoxicating depths of their shared ecstasy.

Neteyam, feeling the intensity of their connection, presses his lips against Lai'ra's, capturing her in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwine in a heated dance, conveying their shared desire and the unspoken words of love. As their mouths move together, their bodies continue to move in perfect synchrony, the rhythm of their thrusts matching the rhythm of their joined mouths. Neteyam's thrusts grow more urgent, fueled by the intoxicating taste of Lai'ra's lips; the sweetness mingling with the raw desire that courses through their veins.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull of the enthralling scene, Lo'ak reaches up to grasp Lai'ra's jaw, his touch tender yet possessive. Their eyes lock, a silent understanding passing between them, as Lo'ak turns her towards him, giving her loving pecks across her face before finally claiming Lai'ras lips as his in a passionately mind-blowing kiss. The heat of their joined mouths ignites a primal fire within Lai'ra, her body becoming a vessel of overwhelming pleasure and uncontained passion.

Lai'ra breaks free from the intoxicating kiss, her chest heaving heavily with desire. A mischievous spark flickering in her gaze. With a playful grin, she pushes against Neteyams chest and taps Lo'aks cheek, signaling her desire for a new position. They willingly comply and release their grip on her.

Lai'ra positions herself on all fours, her back arching enticingly, as Neteyam takes his place behind her, with a rough smack on her ass his other hand slides down, running his fingers through her drenched folds and begins teasing her throbbing and sore clit.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak positions himself before her, his cock twitching with immense anticipation. He taps the tip against Lai'ra's parted lips, teasing her with a tantalizing touch. "Open wide for me," he growls, his voice a seductive command.

Lai'ra's breath hitches at Neteyam's commanding touch and the tantalizing promise of Lo'ak's hardness. She eagerly complies, parting her lips to accommodate him. Her mouth opens wide, her tongue teasingly licking Lo'ak's glistening head, drenched with continuously pouring pre-cum. The sound of her soft moans vibrates against Neteyam's fingertips as he continues to stimulate her pulsating clit.

Lo'ak groans at the sensation, his eyes locked on Lai'ra's submissive display. With a low growl, he guides himself into her mouth, relishing in the warmth and wetness enveloping him. Her lips and tongue work in perfect synchrony, exploring every inch of his hard cock, while Neteyam aligns himself and with a sharp thrust, enters her deeply. 

Neteyam's entry is met with a gasp of pleasure from Lai'ra, her body instinctively arching against him. "Oh fuck, you feel so good." He groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he begins pounding relentlessly into her. Lai'ra's moans are muffled by Lo'ak's hardness, her mouth working fervently to pleasure him as she rides the intense pleasure brought on by Neteyam's relentless thrusts. Her senses are overloaded, each movement sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. She becomes lost in the hedonistic symphony of their desire, her own arousal building like a tidal wave ready to crash. Neteyam's thrusts become more urgent, hitting depths that send sparks of pleasure radiating through Lai'ra's being. Lo'ak's groans grow more primal, his grip tightening on Lai'ra's hair, urging her to take him deeper.

Lai'ra's body responds to their relentless onslaught, her moans vibrating against Lo'ak as her core clenches around Neteyam. With a rough yank of her hair, Lo'ak pulls Lai'ras head back, his gaze shifting to Neteyam. "Lay down bro." He commands, Neteyam nods and lays down. With that, Lo'ak shoves Lai'ra, her back pressed against Neteyam's chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck and Lo'ak positions himself in front of her, pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders. He quickly makes eye contact with Neteyam and nods, his mouth curling into a devious grin.

Lai'ra's breath catches in her throat as she feels Lo'ak's length press against her moist folds, teasingly inching forward. Her body quivers with anticipation, the mixture of pleasure and anticipation driving her wild. She locks eyes with Neteyam, a silent understanding passing between them, as she feels his firm and deliberate pressure against her other entrance.

With a shared moment of consent and anticipation, Lo'ak and Neteyam synchronize their movements. Lo'ak's powerful thrusts meet Lai'ra's dripping heat, filling her with a deep and satisfying fullness. Simultaneously, Neteyam eases himself into her tight and eager ass, stretching her out again, releasing a primal gasp of pleasure from Lai'ra.

As their bodies meld into a blissful trifecta of pleasure, Lai'ra's voice dances between moans and breathless cries. The sensations overwhelm her senses that she can't help but express. Lo'ak, his voice thick with desire, groans, "You like that, don't you? Feeling both of us inside you, filling you up." His hands grip her hips firmly, guiding her movements to match his rhythm. "FUCK, YES!" Lai'ra exclaims, her voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and sheer surrender. Neteyam, his voice a low, seductive growl, adds, "You feel how hard you make me... feel how badly I need you? God, I fucking love you so much."  His hands roam over her quivering body, his fingers tracing patterns of sensation along her skin.

Lo'ak, captivated by the sight and sound of Lai'ra's ecstasy, leans in closer, his voice dripping with desire. "Can you feel how much we crave you? You take us so well, mamas... such a good fucking girl for us. Ugh, you drive me fucking crazy." he murmurs, his words laced with a mix of dominance and adoration.

Lai'ra, her voice trembling with pleasure, manages to gasp out, "Fuck, oh GOD, yes! I want both of you so fucking bad. Give it to me harder. HARDER!" Her eyes roll into the back of her head as they both hit sweet spots, driving her closer and closer to a raging climax.

As the intensity builds to a feverish crescendo, their bodies become a harmonic chorus of desire, moving in perfect harmony towards the pinnacle of pleasure. Lai'ra's senses are electrified, every touch, every thrust, pushing her closer to the edge. Lo'ak's voice, thick with desire, cuts through the haze of pleasure. "I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained with the impending release. His grip on Lai'ra's hips tightens, his thrusts growing more urgent, as he relentlessly drives into her.

Neteyams primal instincts surge to the forefront, guiding her movements with a possessive fervor. With each powerful thrust, he delves deeper into her, the rhythm of their bodies a testament to their insatiable connection. He growls with unrestrained pleasure, his voice dripping with raw desire. "Fuck, Lai'ra, you feel so fucking good. I'm gonna come so hard inside you."

Lai'ra responds with an impassioned plea, her voice filled with a mix of need and longing. "Yes, oh fuck, YES, please," she gasps, her voice laced with urgency. "Please come with me, mmm-FUCK! NETEYAM! LO'AK!"

The air crackles with anticipation as Lai'ra's plea fills the room, igniting a nuclear fire of desire within her lovers. Neteyam, his own climax nearing, growls in response, his voice thick with primal need. "Hold on, beautiful," he rasps, his voice a seductive promise. "We're going to come together, just for you." The tempo of their movements quickens, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization as they chase that edge of pure ecstasy. Lo'ak's thrusts become more powerful, his body convulsing with raw pleasure. With each primal slam against her, he pushes Lai'ra further, driving her closer to the precipice of release. Neteyam's hand snakes around Lai'ra's waist, his fingers finding her throbbing clit, teasing and stroking it with skilled precision. The added stimulation sends electric shocks of pleasure through her, intensifying her pleasure to the brink.

As the climax approaches, their words fueling the fires of their passion. Lai'ra's voice, breathless and desperate, echoes through the room. "Oh god, I can't hold on much longer. Please, make me come. Fill me, both of you. GIVE IT TO ME! PLEASE!" Her words are a plea; a pure, desperate plea for release.

Lo'ak, driven by Lai'ra's plea, growls with a mix of his own need and tender desire. "Gonna make you come so hard for us, Lai'ra. We're going to fill you ALL the way up." He groans.

The combined assault on Lai'ra's senses pushes her to the brink. Every nerve in her body ignites with pleasure, her muscles tightening in anticipation. The heat within her builds, a roaring inferno ready to consume her.

And then, it happens.

Lai'ra's orgasm ripples through her, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her body. Her voice fills the room with a symphony of moans and cries, her surrender complete. Lo'ak and Neteyam can feel her pulsating around them, her release triggering their own.

Lo'ak's body tightens, his thrusts growing more erratic as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensation. He groans, his voice strained with pleasure and possessiveness. "Fuck, Lai'ra... you're incredible," he gasps, his hips meeting her with one final, deep thrust.

Neteyam follows suit, his body tensing as he pours himself into Lai'ra's waiting embrace. He moans, his voice mingling with the harmony of their shared pleasure. "Lai'ra... so fucking good," he breathes, his fingers never ceasing their tantalizing dance on her sensitive nub.

Lai'ra's body tenses, her back arching as a cry of ecstasy escapes her lips. Her inner walls clench around Lo'ak and Neteyam, milking them with uncontrollable spasms. Neteyam's fingers continue work their magic, coaxing her pleasure to its peak.

The room fills with the heady scent of passion as their collective release intertwines, their bodies locked in a blissful embrace. Lai'ra's senses are overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely, totally filled, surrounded by the love and desire of her two lovers.

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Lo'ak's Fury

Title: Intimate Betrayal (Aria_Etherium on Wattpad)

Lo'ak and Female OC (Lai'ra) Ages 19 and 19

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Warnings: HIGHLY EXPLICIT/ PURE SMUT/ DEGREDATION

Synopsis: Lai'ra tells Lo'ak that she had breakup sex with Neteyam and he decides to punish her.( I mean just look at that face, you know he likes it rough.)

"Take it all. You're such a good little slut for me."

Lo'ak's face falls as he processes what Lai'ra just told him. He takes a deep breath and sits up, leaning his back against the wall. "I understand," he says softly, "Thank you for being honest with me mamas. But now, I have to punish you." His voice low and rough. Lo'aks gaze intensifies as he looks down at Lai'ra.

Lai'ra's eyes widen at Lo'ak's words. She had expected him to be upset, but the thought of being punished by him was overwhelming. She looks up at him with wide eyes, "Punish me? Lo'ak, I-" But he interrupts her, his hand gripping her throat roughly. He leans down and whispers in her ear, "I can't believe you let him touch you after everything he did. Looks like I need to remind you who you belong to." He hisses, his grip around her tightening. "Lo'ak!" Lai'ra chokes out, but his other hand was making its way down to her loincloth, pushing it aside and gives her pussy a light smack. Lai'ra lets out a whimper as he continues to lightly smack her clit, his eyes darken and a devious grin spreads across his face. Lo'aks grip around her throat loosens as he begins rubbing circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Mmm, Lo'ak. Wh- why are you doing this right now?" Lai'ra moans out as his fingers begin to move quicker.

He chuckles, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and bites roughly. "Because, baby girl. I gotta show you why you're mine, and mine only." He whispers lowly as he crashes his lips onto hers. As Lo'ak continues to tease Lai'ra with his fingers, her moans grow louder and more desperate. She can feel her body responding to his touch, her arousal building with each passing moment. Despite her initial shock and fear, she can't deny the thrill of being dominated by him. Lo'ak breaks the kiss and looks down at her with dark, intense eyes. "You belong to me, Lai'ra," he growls. "No one else is allowed to touch you or make you feel the way I do. Do you understand?" Lai'ra nods, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. "Yes, Lo'ak," she gasps. "I belong to you." He nods, satisfied with her response. Lo'ak removes his fingers from her clit and unfastens his loincloth, revealing his hard, thick cock.

Lai'ra's eyes widen at the sight of him, and she can feel her body becoming even more aroused. Lo'ak grips her hips tightly, pulling her closer to him. "You want this, don't you? You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Lai'ra nods eagerly, unable to form any words. Lo'ak smirks at her response and positions himself on top of her, taking his cock and smacking it on her lips teasingly. "Open your fucking mouth, Lai'ra." He growls as he lightly smacks the side of her face with his other hand.

Lai'ra looks up at him, her eyes hooded and opens her mouth obediently. She starts salivating at the prospect at proving her devotion to Lo'ak's love. Lo'ak leans down and spits in her mouth before shoving his cock inside. Lai'ra gags a little at the sudden intrusion, but quickly adjusts to the feeling of Lo'ak's hard cock in her mouth. She starts to suck and lick him, trying to please him as he thrusts in and out of her mouth. Lo'ak grunts in satisfaction, gripping her hair tightly as he fucks her face with increasing intensity. "That's it, baby girl," he moans. "Take it all. You're such a good little slut for me." Lai'ra moans around his cock, feeling a sense of pleasure and submission as she satisfies him. His thrusts become more urgent and violent, tears begin to fall from Lai'ras eyes as she can't catch her breath.

Lo'ak pulls out of her mouth, and Lai'ra gasps for air. He flips her onto her stomach and roughly pulls her hips up, positioning himself behind her, wrapping his hand around her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Without any warning, he thrusts into her pussy, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. Lo'ak pounds into her with increasing force, gripping her hips tightly as he drives himself deeper and deeper into her. Lai'ra moans and whimpers with each thrust, her body shaking with pleasure as she surrenders herself to him completely. "Yes, Lo'ak! Fuck me!" she cries out, her voice laced with desire. Lo'ak grunts in response, his own pleasure building as he pounds into her relentlessly.

Lo'ak's breath becomes ragged as he feels Lai'ra's body tighten around him and he pulls out quickly. Lai'ra gasps for air as Lo'ak pulls out of her. She looks back at him with a mixture of confusion and disappointment, wondering why he stopped so suddenly. Lo'ak, however, has other plans in mind. He flips her onto her back and pins her down with his body, gazing into her eyes with a hunger that sends shivers down her spine. "You want more, don't you? You dirty little slut." he growls, his voice low and menacing. He sits up, placing her leg over his shoulder, biting into her ankle harshly, grinning as he watches the blood trickle down. Lai'ra yelps out in pain, her eyes widening at Lo'aks feral state. He leans down again, his eyes narrowing at her as he slaps her right breast. "I asked you a question baby girl." He growls again. "Mmmf..." Lai'ra moans as she looks down at her stinging breast. Lo'aks eyebrows raise and he smirks. "Oh, you like that don't you?" He slaps her breast again, harder this time. Lai'ra gasps, "Yes, yes I like it. Pl-please Lo'ak. I want more." She whimpers as she raises her hips involuntarily at him.

Lo'ak grins down at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "That's what I thought." He leans down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he explores her mouth. His hand trails down her body, caressing every curve and dip as he makes his way to her core. He rubs her clit in slow, deliberate circles, enjoying the way she squirms beneath him. "You're so wet for me, baby. Do you want me inside you again?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. She nods as she continues whimpering underneath him. He chuckles, "Awe, too bad." He whispers menacingly before shoving two fingers inside, moving them quickly, hitting her sweet spot. "Mmmfuck, Lo'ak!" Lai'ra moans as her eyes roll back into her head.

Lo'ak grins wickedly as he watches Lai'ra's reactions to his ministrations. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of her, curling them just so to hit all the right spots. "Oh yeah baby." He groans, a teasing note in his voice. "You fucking like it when I make you feel so good?" Lai'ra can only moan in response, her body writhing with pleasure. Lo'ak's fingers quicken their pace, thrusting in and out of her with increasing speed. "I want to hear you scream for me, baby," he growls, his eyes locked onto hers.

Lai'ra's moans grow louder as Lo'ak's fingers continue their relentless assault on her body. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing as the pleasure builds. "Oh god, Lo'ak," she gasps, her hands gripping his hair tightly. "I'm gonna..." But before she can finish her sentence, Lo'ak pulls his fingers out of her and leans down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. Lai'ra moans into his mouth, her body still craving release. "You're not gonna come until I say you can," Lo'ak whispers against her lips, his hand moving down to grasp her hip tightly. With that, he flips her onto her stomach and positions himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet folds. Lai'ra moans in anticipation, pushing back against him, eager for him to fill her once again. "God, you're so fucking needy for me. Such a pathetic little whore." He groans as he bites his lip in excitement.

Lai'ra's body trembles with anticipation as Lo'ak positions himself behind her. She can feel the heat of his body against her back, and the hard length of his cock pressing against her entrance. She arches her back, pushing her ass against him, desperate for him to take her. "Please, Lo'ak," she begs, her voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me." Lo'ak chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down Lai'ra's spine. "Patience, baby," he murmurs as he rubs the head of his cock against her clit, teasing her. Lai'ra moans loudly, her body writhing with pleasure as Lo'ak continues to tease her, slapping her pussy with his throbbing cock, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a low growl, he thrusts into her, burying himself deep inside her wet heat. Lai'ra cries out, her body arching in ecstasy as Lo'ak begins to move inside her, pounding into her with deep, hard thrusts. "Yes, yes, oh god, Lo'ak," she moans, her body writhing with pleasure as he takes her harder and harder.

Lo'ak grunts with each thrust, his hips slamming into Lai'ra's with unbridled passion. He grips her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with each thrust, hitting her sweet spot over and over again. "That's it, baby, fucking take it," he growls, "Take all of me." Lai'ra's moans become louder and more frantic as the pleasure builds inside her, her body quivering with each thrust. Lo'ak can feel her walls tightening around him, signaling her impending release. He reaches around to rub her clit, wanting to push her over the edge. "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Come all over my cock." With a loud cry, Lai'ra's body convulses in pleasure as she comes hard, her juices flowing around Lo'ak's cock.

Lo'ak watches in awe as Lai'ra comes undone beneath him, her body shaking with pleasure. He continues to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm until he feels his own release building inside him. With a deep groan, he pulls out of her and flips her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He enters her once again, thrusting into her with hard, deep strokes. "God, you feel so good," he grunts, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Lai'ra's legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She meets his every thrust, her body still pulsing with pleasure. Finally, with a loud growl, Lo'ak releases inside her, his body shaking with ecstasy. He collapses onto her, their bodies still entwined, and kisses her deeply. "You're mine, Lai'ra," he whispers against her lips. "All fucking mine."

[ariaetherium]

Carnal Hunger

Title- Intimate Betrayal on Wattpad by Aria_Etherium

Neteyam and Female OC (Lai’ra) ages 20 and 19

🔞MDNI🔞

WARNINGS: HIGHLY EXPLICIT/ PURE SMUT/ Some FLUFF

Synopsis: Neteyam was in a coma and got amnesia after the war. Lai’ra is devastated but still has hope for them until one night… (It’s a long one so grab a snack or your v*brator, or both.) "Be a good fucking girl and come for me."

Art by @cinetrix

Once Lai'ra found herself inside her Marui, she began placing her weapons back on their stand. She sensed a presence behind her and turned around, only to be met with Neteyams hand around her throat, forcefully shoving her against the wall.

“Neteyam!” Lai’ra gasped, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Looking up, she locked eyes with him, finding a darkness and menace that sent a shiver down her spine.

“What is it about you…” he hissed in a deep, low voice, his breath hot against her skin. “You’ve consumed my every thought, I can’t get you out of my head. Every time you’re around me… my body feels like it’s on fire. Fuck this memory of mine.” His lips trailed lightly against the side of her face, teasingly brushing her skin. “I feel alive when it’s just you and I and when you’re gone, it feels like something’s missing. I can’t remember what happened between us. But there’s one thing that I do know...” He paused, his lips barely grazing her ear. The intensity of the moment caused Lai’ra's heart to race and her body to tremble under his unrelenting grip.

"What, Neteyam..." she whispers, her voice barely audible, strained by the constriction around her throat, a mix of vulnerability and anticipation.

He breathes in deeply and releases as his gaze blazed into hers. “I fucking need you, Lai’ra.” he growled with raw intensity, his mouth crashing on hers in an all-consuming, passionate kiss, leaving no doubt of the burning desire that consumed him. Lai’ra's senses were overwhelmed as the intensity of Neteyam's kiss ignited a fire within her.

In a burst of unrestrained passion, Neteyam let go of his grip on Lai’ra's throat, and with a fierce determination, he lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. Her body, trapped between his powerful frame and the solid surface. His forceful hands now held her with a firm, possessive grasp, drawing her closer to him, unwilling to let her go. It was a display of raw strength and unrelenting craving, his need for her evident in every touch.

Lai’ra’s arms, instinctively wrapping around his neck, pulled him closer as they continued their intoxicating kiss. Their bodies molded together, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, their souls entwining in that intimate moment. The world around them faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other. The kiss deepened, becoming a powerful exchange of emotions and longing, a language that only they understood. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, a meeting of souls that defied the constraints of time and memory.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, a voice flickered through Neteyam's mind, resonating with a haunting familiarity. “I See You...” Lai’ra's voice echoed, cutting through the depths of his consciousness. Suddenly, the present moment intertwined with a torrent of memories, engulfing him in a whirlwind of emotions. A vivid flashback surged through his thoughts, transporting him back to the battlefield where their destinies had collided. Their eyes locked in a shared vow, their hearts beating in sync with the chaos that surrounded them. In that momentary glimpse, Neteyam was reminded of their unwavering commitment to one another, their souls intertwined in a bond forged amidst adversity. It washed over him, intensifying the passion and desire that fueled their present embrace. It was a reminder of the depth of their connection, an echo of the unbreakable promise they had made. As their lips remained locked in a fiery kiss, Neteyam's heart swelled with a mix of longing, devotion, and the relentless drive to protect the love they had fought for.

Lai’ra's voice, barely audible, escaped as a tender whisper against Neteyam's lips. "I love you, Neteyam..." The words hung in the air, laden with vulnerability and affection. Neteyam's grip remained firm, his fingers delicately tracing Lai’ra's cheek as he pressed his forehead to hers. With a gentle yet unwavering voice, he expressed his affection. "Lai’ra, I love you too."

"Mate," Neteyam growled, his voice resonating with a primal instinct as he pulled Lai'ra away from the wall and tossed her onto the bed. Lai'ra's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart fluttering in her chest at the raw intensity of his words. The air crackled with an electric tension as he loomed over her, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrored her own.

"Neteyam... You remember?" Lai'ra's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, her body arching towards his as she sought their intimate connection. Her eyes scanned his face, searching for any flicker of recollection, her own desire mixing with a tingling anticipation.

Neteyam's eyes locked with hers, his gaze holding a mixture of longing and burning passion. In his voice, there was a primal truth, a memory ignited by his deep-rooted love for her. "Not everything," he confessed, his breath hot against her skin. "I remember the day I got shot, the fucking fire that drove me to do what I did. And I remember that it was all for you."

Lai'ra's gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and anticipation as she stared up at Neteyam. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body quivering with a blend of desire and longing, her every nerve on edge, hungry for Neteyam's touch. A dark smile played on Neteyam's lips, a tantalizing dominance emanating from him as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "But, I'm lucky... I got fall in love with you, twice." he breathed, his voice thick with anticipation. His hand moved down her body, a firm grip on her breast as he squeezed urgently, each caress sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, intensifying the heat pooling between her thighs. His touch continued its exploration, venturing lower as Lai'ra surrendered to the overwhelming desire that coursed through her veins, a raw hunger stirring in her core. "And," he continued, his voice laced with a burning passion, "I get to touch you for the first time, again, before all my memories come back." Lai'ra's eyes widened as her hands found their way into Neteyam's hair, pulling him closer to her. Her voice, saturated with urgency and unbridled longing, trembled with raw intensity. "Neteyam... I need you." Lai'ra's words hung in the air, seeping into Neteyam's very being. A primal hunger surged within him, and their lips collided in a searing kiss.

Neteyam's desire intensified, fueling a surge of raw, dominant energy. He sat up, his eyes filled with a desperate craving as he firmly grasped Lai'ra's wrists, pinning them above her head. His unrelenting grip held her arms firmly above her head, his touch a testament to his insatiable longing. Pressing his body against hers, he reveled in the contact, his hard cock throbbing against her pulsating core. As he ground against her, his thumb traced the outline of her soft lips, causing Lai'ra's breath to hitch and her lips to part slightly. "You have no idea how bad I want to be inside you right now." He growled as he ripped off her neck piece, exposing her full breasts to him. Neteyam's voice, heavy with desire and a longing to savor every moment, filled the air as he declared his intention. "But I'm going to take my time. I want to feel every single inch of you," he grunted, his words dripping with adoration. With a swift motion, he ripped off her loincloth, exposing her dripping pussy. His fingers teasingly traced along her drenched folds, his touch evoking a small whimper to escape her lips. "Fuck, you're absolutely soaked, love," he groaned, a primal sound escaping his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her essence.

Neteyam's body trembled as he released her wrists, his fingers trailing a blazing path down her quivering body. With deliberate slowness, he moved lower, his mouth inching closer to her throbbing core. His breath fanned across her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of ecstasy through her with each kiss. "Mine." he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. Neteyam's mouth moved against her with an intoxicating blend of expertise and hunger. His lips and tongue danced in a sensual rhythm, tracing maddening patterns of pleasure on her clit. He reveled in the taste of her, savoring every drop. Neteyam's fingers moved with purpose and precision, trailing along her slick folds, caressing and exploring every inch of her velvety warmth. He found her sweet spot and began to assault it with calculated precision, his fingertips rubbing and pressing against the sensitive flesh. Lai'ra's body trembled under his touch, her breathing growing ragged as pleasure built within her. Her eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering, as waves of ecstasy washed over her, overwhelming her senses.

Neteyam's voice dripped with lust, "You like that, Lai'ra? Feeling my fingers deep inside you, hitting that fucking sweet spot." His voice trailed off as he increased the rhythm of his movements, his eyes locked onto hers. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around my fucking cock, to hear you scream my name as I fuck you senseless. I'm going to make you come so hard, over and over again."

Lai'ra's body quivered, "Goddamn... Neteyam!" she gasped, her voice a breathless plea. Her hands entangled in his hair, tugging on it with a desperate longing as she surrendered herself completely to the intoxicating pleasure he unleashed within her. Neteyam hovered over her as he continued to pleasure her with his skilled fingers, his voice grew more demanding. "Fuck my fingers, Lai'ra," he growled, his tone filled with an intoxicating mix of dominance and desire. "Show me how badly you want it. Ride my fucking hand."

Lai'ra's body became a vessel of unbridled desire, her movements a sinful dance of carnal hunger. With an insatiable craving, she arched her back, offering herself to him, grinding in a sensuous rhythm against his hand. Moans and gasps, dripping with sinful delight, spilled from her lips, filling the room with an erotic symphony. As his fingers plunged deep inside her, the intoxicating wetness of her arousal coated his fingers, amplifying the slippery, lewd sounds that accompanied their every movement. Neteyam's free hand wrapped around Lai'ra's throat, a firm grip that conveyed his dominance and control. With a husky voice, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're being such a good girl for me, Lai'ra. Taking my fingers so fucking well, letting me make you feel so, so good." His grip tightened ever so slightly, emphasizing his dominance and igniting a spark of primal ecstasy within them both.

Lai'ra's voice dripped with submission, escaped in a breathy whisper. "Yes, Neteyam...Fuck, I'm all yours," she moaned, her words a sultry affirmation of her surrender. Her breath quickened, coming in short gasps as her walls clenched around Neteyam's fingers, drawing her closer to the edge. With a primal cry, her body convulsed in a breathtaking climax, waves of pleasure washing over her. Neteyam devoured the sight of her. A sly smile played on his lips, his gaze filled with a possessiveness as he watched her tremble beneath him. With a deliberate slowness, he withdrew his fingers from her drenched core, relishing in the slick evidence of her desire that clung to them. His lips trailed a trail of feathery kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Like a predator honing in on its prey, he descended further, his mouth finding its way to her breasts. With a mix of forceful sucking and the occasional teasing bite, he toyed with her sensitive nipples, alternating between pleasure and a controlled flicker of pain that sent jolts through her body, her moans filling the room. "Fuck, I'm throbbing so hard for you right now, it hurts," Neteyam confessed, his voice filled with a heady mixture of desire and frustration. The hunger in his eyes burned brighter, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he watched Lai'ra's reaction. With a slight shift of his body, Lai'ra's gaze was drawn downward, her eyes locking onto the sight that awaited her. She could see the undeniable proof of Neteyam's arousal, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric of his loincloth. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the fabric, a sign of his need and the intoxicating effect she had on him.

Lai'ra smirked, a glimmer of wickedness shining in her eyes as she positioned herself with purpose. With a swift and forceful movement, she pushed Neteyam down onto the bed, asserting her dominance. The sound of fabric being savagely torn apart resonated in the room, adding an erotic edge to the atmosphere. She ripped off his loincloth, baring his pulsating length as it slapped against his stomach.

Lai'ra's gaze intensified with a wicked hunger as she wrapped her fingers around Neteyam's throbbing cock, feeling the slickness of his pre-cum coating her touch. With a seductive smile, she deliberately spread the moisture along his pulsating length, her hand moved with a willful slowness, her fingers gliding teasingly over his sensitive skin, tormenting him with each stroke. Neteyam's breath hitched, his eyes locked on Lai'ra's skilled fingers as they teasingly stroked him with maddening slowness. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, mingling with his husky voice, "Fuck... It's so fucking sensitive," he groaned, his voice thick with desire and need.

Lai'ra leaned down, her lips brushing against Neteyam's as she took his bottom lip into her mouth, teasing and tugging on it gently. Her hand continued its slow and deliberate strokes, keeping him on the edge of pleasure. In a seductive whisper, she breathed against his lips, "How bad do you want to feel my mouth wrapped around you?"

Neteyam's breath hitched, his eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed into Lai'ra's. He released a low growl, his voice filled with raw longing, "Fuck... I want it so bad. I want to thrust my cock so deep into your throat that you can't fucking breathe... Feel your lips wrapped tightly around me, choking on me. I want to hear you gag as I fuck your mouth relentlessly, claiming you completely." Neteyam's breath caressed Lai'ra's lips as he whispered those words, his voice a seductive melody that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't help but bite his lip in a display of primal anticipation. His gaze remained locked with Lai'ra's, his eyes darkening with an insatiable hunger. The intensity in his stare was undeniable, a magnetic force that drew her closer, igniting a fire deep within her core.

Lai'ra's mouth watered at the thought of fulfilling his desires, the anticipation building within her. But she couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him, to keep him on the edge a little longer. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she leaned in closer, her voice laced with playful seduction. "MaTeyam," she whispered, her breath caressing his lips, "do you know how long I've been waiting for you to come back to me? You're not going to get what you want just yet."

As Lai'ra continued to stroke him teasingly, Neteyam's composure began to unravel. His eyes widened with a mixture of a ravenous craving and frustration, his body yearning for release. A whimper escaped his lips, a raw and desperate sound that betrayed his need. Every stroke, every touch from Lai'ra sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through him, pushing him closer to the edge.

The torment she inflicted upon him was both exquisite and maddening. Neteyam squirmed beneath her touch, his body aching for more, for the sweet release that Lai'ra held in her hands. The combination of her skillful ministrations and the delicious tease of her words drove him to the brink of madness. He was at her mercy, completely consumed by the overwhelming desire she ignited within him. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, pushing him to the limits of his self-control. The sound of their lips colliding together filled the air, mingling with soft moans of pleasure that escaped their mouths. It was a sloppy, carnal kiss, fueled by the intensity of their connection. Their tongues explored each other's mouths with fervor, tasting and devouring the essence of their deep love for one another.

Lai'ra's desire burned with an unyielding intensity as she stood up, her eyes locked onto Neteyam's. With a swift yet graceful movement, she took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. Her gaze was filled with captivating submission as she knelt down before him.

Positioned on her knees, Lai'ra's hands slowly trailed up Neteyam's thighs, her touch leaving a trail of electric sensation in its wake. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a seductive hunger, as she moved closer to his throbbing cock, its length begging for her attention.

Her breath danced against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs as she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to his pulsating arousal. A moment of anticipation hung in the air as Lai'ra locked eyes with him, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

With a deliberate slowness, she traced her fingers along the length of his shaft, teasingly exploring every inch. Her touch was maddeningly gentle yet purposeful, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through Neteyam's body. Lai'ra's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the glistening tip of his cock.

The room began to fill with the sounds of Lai'ra's wet mouth engulfing him, the slurping sounds mixing with his deep moans of pleasure. "Your mouth... feels so fucking good. Oh God..." His words spilled out, punctuated by gasps and moans that escaped his lips. His grip on the edge of the bed tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric as he fought to maintain control. "You're driving me insane," he rasped, his voice laced with an undeniable hunger. "I want to fuck your mouth so bad. Please, love, I need it." His words dripped out in a deep growl, laced with desire as his eyes rolled back into his head, a desperate plea for the ultimate release. Lai'ra's lips parted from him, her breath warm against his sensitive flesh. She whispered teasingly, her hands dancing along his thighs, "Well, go on then." Her voice dripped with seduction, an invitation that sent a surge of electricity through his veins. 

Neteyam rose to his feet, a raw desire burning in his eyes as he positioned himself for the next level of pleasure. The anticipation hung in the air as he took control, aligning his length to her open and eager mouth. With a swift yet gentle thrust, he entered Lai'ra, his throbbing length filling her mouth with a pulsating sensation. A deep groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back in sheer ecstasy, surrendering himself to the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped him. Neteyam's primal instincts took over as he yearned for deeper connection and heightened pleasure. Neteyam's dominant nature surged to the forefront as he reveled in the raw intensity of the moment. With a commanding voice, he encouraged Lai'ra to take him deeper, relishing in the feeling of her warm mouth enveloping him. "That's it, baby. Take it all down your throat," he hissed, his words infused with desire and a commanding presence. Lai'ra gagged around him, her hands gripping his thighs for support as he pushed deeper into her throat. The tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her flushed cheeks, a mixture of pleasure, submission, and the intensity of the moment. Neteyam's voice escaped in a guttural groan, his eyes fixated on Lai'ra. The raw desire in his gaze was unmistakable, a mix of dominance and adoration. "You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he breathed as he continued thrusting furiously into her, his hand reaching down to caress her face adoringly. He smirked and bit down on his lip harshly, relishing in the way she succumbed to his desires.

Neteyam's climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. His body convulsed with raw ecstasy, his muscles tightening and releasing in sync with each powerful throb. The intense sensation of release flooded his senses, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through his body. As he reached the peak of his pleasure, a primal roar escaped his lips, a guttural expression of the overwhelming bliss that consumed him. Lai'ra skillfully held him in her mouth, her tongue swirling and caressing every inch of his pulsating length as she greedily drank in his essence.

As he withdrew from Lai'ra's mouth, her lips parted with a gasp as she eagerly drew in a deep breath. The release from his grip allowed her to regain her composure, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. As the air filled her lungs, she savored the taste of him that lingered on her tongue. Their eyes locked, a mix of lust and anticipation flickering between them. Without a word, Neteyam pulled her up towards him, their bodies pressed together in an intoxicating embrace. Their lips collided with a fervor that defied restraint, a heady mix of an unquenchable thirst and longing. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, the pressure growing with each passing moment. Neteyam's kiss was fierce and demanding, a reflection of his unrestrained need for Lai'ra. His tongue sought entrance, delving into the depths of her mouth, exploring and claiming every inch. Lai'ra reciprocated with equal fervor, her own tongue tangling with his in a sensual battle for dominance. Moans and sighs escaped from their lips, mingling with the wet sounds of their passionate kisses. The occasional gasp punctuated the air as pleasure surged through their bodies. Each exhale was laden with desire, the breathy whispers of their shared longing. 

Their hands explored each other's bodies with a feverish urgency, fingers tracing every curve and dip, igniting sensations that sent shivers down their spines. Neteyam's hands roamed over Lai'ra's back, gripping her hips possessively, pulling her closer to him as their bodies melded together. His touch conveyed a mixture of strength and tenderness, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. Lai'ra's hands, equally eager, glided over Neteyam's muscular chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath her fingertips. She explored the contours of his body, tracing the sculpted lines that spoke of his power and resilience. With a delicate touch, she brushed her fingers along the nape of his neck, relishing in the sensation of his skin against her own. Neteyam's strong frame enveloped Lai'ra, his arms encircling her with a protective embrace. Their chests rose and fell in perfect synchronization, their heartbeats pounding with shared anticipation. The warmth of their bodies mingled, creating an electric current that surged between them, heightening their connection. In that moment, Lai'ra's heart swelled with a torrent of emotions, threatening to burst from her chest. Love, pain, and longing merged into a powerful mix that fueled her sense of purpose. The depth of her feelings for Neteyam surged within her, resonating with every beat of her heart. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, to intertwine their destinies as a mated pair for eternity.

The weight of their shared experiences, the trials they had faced, and the unspoken promises made in their hearts converged into a singular realization. Lai'ra knew, deep down to her core, that she had found her soulmate in Neteyam. In his arms, she felt complete, a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its rightful place. The intensity of their connection surpassed the physical realm, transcending mere attraction, and embraced the profound bond they shared. Neteyam's heart beat with a steady rhythm, its cadence resonating with the depth of his emotions. Though his memories remained fragmented, flashes of their shared moments flickered in his mind, reminding him of the profound love that had forged an unbreakable bond between them. Though his memories still eluded him, the love he felt for Lai'ra burned with an intensity that defied explanation. The mere sight of her stirred a flood of emotions within him, awakening dormant feelings that had slumbered in the recesses of his mind. Every interaction, every touch, held a profound significance, as if they were threads that wove the tapestry of their intertwined fates. As they slowly pulled away, Neteyam's fingers delicately traced the contours of Lai'ra's face, his touch conveying a depth of tenderness and reverence. In his other hand, he held up his Kuru, "Lai'ra... Tsaheylu. (The bond)" he breathed, his voice a gentle murmur filled with love and vulnerability. His gaze locked with hers, his eyes conveying a myriad of emotions. Lai'ra's eyes sparkled with an ethereal light, her gaze mirroring the depth of her emotions. With a steady hand, she raised her Kuru to meet Neteyam's, the tendrils interlacing in a delicate dance of fate. The air around them crackled with an electric energy, and as their gazes locked, a surge of profound understanding passed between them. In that sacred moment, their Kuru's intertwined, merging their souls in an eternal connection. Lai'ra and Neteyam let out a deep, synchronized groan, their breaths intermingling in a harmonious melody of release and surrender. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy that surged through their entwined consciousness's. It was a moment of profound unity, a merging of two beings into one, as their shared essence enveloped them in a blissful embrace. Their bodies trembled with the intensity of the connection, a culmination of desire, love, and an unspoken understanding that surpassed words.

A torrent of memories flooded Neteyam's being, engulfing him in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Unfolding before him like a montage, each memory resurfacing with crystal clarity and overwhelming intensity. The veil of forgetfulness was lifted, and he gasped deeply as his pupils dilated, sending a shockwave through him. He was swept away in a whirlwind of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest as he absorbed the weight of their history, all the love, all the betrayal laid bare for him to see. It tore through him, causing a searing ache in his heart. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the hidden from his conscious mind.

The intensity of their gaze intensified, each locking eyes with an unwavering determination that spoke volumes of their unyielding connection. Neteyam's hands, firm and possessive, cradled Lai'ra's face, his touch conveying a mixture of tenderness and complete devotion. His voice, a breathless whisper, carried the weight of their shared destiny. "I remember everything, I'm so sorry... I See You, Mate," he exhaled, the word resonating with a primal significance that stirred the very core of their beings. Without hesitation, he effortlessly lifted her, his strength reaffirming their physical and spiritual bond. Her legs encircled him, drawing them closer, their bodies merging in a seamless union. Their lips found each other once more, a tender yet fervent kiss that spoke of their deep connection. They both fell onto the bed as their bodies tangled together, in a voice filled with reverence and belonging, Lai'ra whispered the words that encompassed the entirety of their connection. "I See You, My Mate," the words dripped from her lips, her gaze shifting all over Neteyam, and in that moment, the moonlight poured through the cracks of the hut, casting a gentle glow upon his form. As if guided by a cosmic hand, the gentle beams cascaded over his body, accentuating the intricate white markings that glowed on his skin. The ethereal glow transformed him into a celestial creature, a vision of sublime beauty that defied words. Lai'ra's heart fluttered as she beheld his radiant form, her senses intoxicated by his otherworldly presence.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Neteyam's lips, his heart began pounding in his chest. The profound understanding of Lai'ra's feelings, shared through the depths of their connection, stirred something primal within him. His gaze traced the contours of her body, each curve and line bathed in the moonlight's tender embrace. The ethereal glow intensified the desire burning within him, urging him to bridge the gap between their souls with the passionate language of touch.

Lai'ra's lips curved into a tantalizing smirk as she locked eyes with Neteyam, her own thoughts and desires intertwining with his. Understanding the profound connection they shared, she let her instincts guide her as she gracefully crawled atop him. Straddling his waist, bathed in the moonlight's gentle glow, she radiated an irresistible allure as her hand glided along Neteyam's cheek, her touch gentle and tender. Her thumb traced the outline of his soft, full lips, savoring the sensation of his warmth beneath her fingertips. Neteyam's lips parted ever so slightly as Lai'ra's touch sent tingles coursing through his skin, awakening a heightened sensitivity to her presence. In a tender gesture, he gently took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. With a trail of soft kisses, he caressed her palm, each touch conveying a language of devotion and affection that words could not express.

The atmosphere thickened with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anticipation. Neteyam's eyes bore into Lai'ra's with a smoldering intensity, his gaze filled with a raw seduction that could set the world ablaze. In a bold and daring move, he sensually took her index finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it with deliberate slowness. The act was a provocative invitation, a promise of the pleasure that awaited them. Neteyam's lips curled into a wicked grin as he continued his tantalizing play. Taking another one of Lai'ra's fingers into his mouth, he lavished it with his tongue, coating them both in a glistening sheen of wetness. With a firm yet tender grip, he guided her hand to her own core, urging her to touch herself. Lai'ra's breath hitched as her fingertips explored the slickness of her arousal. Neteyam's gaze intensified, his eyes drilling into Lai'ra with a fierce hunger as he watched her pleasuring herself on top of him. His breath became ragged, each inhale a desperate attempt to savor her intoxicating scent. His own arousal throbbing in response to the erotic display before him. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice laced with a mixture of need and adoration. "You're so beautiful, love. You're driving me fucking insane." His chest heaved with anticipation as his eyes flickered from her hand to her eyes. Lai'ra's lips curled into a sinful smile as she bit down on her lower lip. With each movement of her fingers, she felt her clit pulsate with an uncontrollable urgency, her essence dripping onto him as a soft whimper escaped her lips. The sight of Neteyam watching her, his eyes filled with unbridled lust, only intensified her own pleasure.

Lai'ra's movements grew more deliberate and sensual as she slowly ground her wet core against Neteyam's throbbing length. She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a devilish spark. With a seductive smile, she took Neteyam's hand in hers, guiding it to his hard cock, urging him to stroke himself in tandem with her movements. As Neteyam began to stroke himself, his eyes narrowed with a primal hunger, his lips curled into a wicked smile as each stroke elicited a series of subtle twitches and quivers. "You're going to fucking kill me." He let out in a breathless groan as his jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving Lai'ra's. Neteyam's focus intensified, his movements becoming more fervent as he stroked himself. A lustful smile curled on his lips as his hand connected with Lai'ra's breast in a firm, commanding smack that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her moan of pleasure mingled with his own breathless groans.

Neteyam's growl reverberated through the air, a deep, animalistic sound that echoed his overwhelming desire. His strokes faltered as his hand trembled with impatience and need. "I can't fucking hold back anymore," he rasped, his voice thick with urgency and hunger. "I need to feel your tight, wet pussy squeezing around me."

With a surge of raw power, Neteyam's grip tightened around Lai'ra's hips, lifting her effortlessly and slamming her down onto the bed with a force that made the very foundations of the Marui tremble. A primal growl tore from his throat as he thrusted, burying his cock deep inside her with an overwhelming force. Lai'ra's voice erupted in a primal scream of pleasure, her inhibitions shattered as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh fuck! Neteyam!" Her words, laced with urgency and a hunger for more, echoed throughout the village. The bed shook beneath them as Neteyam's powerful thrusts rocked Lai'ra's body, the force of his movements electrifying her senses. She gasped, a mix of pleasure and surrender escaping her parted lips, as he drove himself deeper and deeper, claiming her with an insatiable hunger. Neteyam's voice, rough and dripping with lust, matched the intensity of their connection. "That's it, my love," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Scream my name. Let the whole world know who you belong to." Lai'ra's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that stirred the depths of Neteyam's soul. Each sultry sound that escaped her parted lips ignited a primal desire within him, a hunger that could only be satiated by her. The way she clenched around him, her walls pulsating with every thrust, sent waves of euphoria coursing through his veins. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin created a delicious melody that resonated in the air as the wet, intoxicating sounds filled the room.

Lai'ra's desire surged through her, fueling her dominance as she took control. With a tight grip on Neteyam's throat, she unleashed her power, riding him with a commanding force. Neteyam's eyes widened as Lai'ra took control, riding him with an intensity that left him breathless. "My turn." Lai'ra hissed with an intoxicating blend of dominance and desire, her voice dripping with command. She leaned down, her lips teasingly grazing his earlobe, sending an electric jolt straight to his core. Neteyam's eyes rolled back, his body trembling with anticipation, as her words sank deep into his being. He surrendered to her completely, his hands gripping her ass with unyielding force, eager to fulfill her every desire. "Yes. Ugh fuck... it's your cock, Lai'ra. Do whatever you want," he groaned, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and surrender.

Lai'ra took control of the rhythm, her movements becoming a symphony of passion and power. She rode him with an intensity that bordered on the edge of primal, each grind and bounce fueling their mutual pleasure. The arch of her back accentuated her curves, showcasing her alluring form as she moved with a relentless determination. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving trails of desire in their wake, while her eyes locked onto his with a fiery gaze, igniting a primal connection between them. Every sensual gyration sent waves of pleasure coursing through Neteyam's veins, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of her tightness, warmth, and the raw power of her movements. His voice escaped in broken gasps. "Fuck, Lai'ra... Oh my god, baby! Just like that... Fuck.. Keep fucking me just like that." He grunted as he bit his lip, his jaw clenching, his grip on her hips tightening, guiding her movements as he relished in the sensation of being utterly claimed by her. Neteyam's senses spinned into a dizzying frenzy as his eyes rolled back, lost in the depths of his own pleasure as his thrusts met Lai'ra's motions with urgency.

Lai'ra's voice pierced through the haze of pleasure as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his, "Yeah baby, mmm, that's it." Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she whispered. "Give me that fucking tongue." Neteyam's hunger grew with every passing moment, his need for her escalating to new heights. With a primal growl, he leaned up, capturing Lai'ra's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and tangled, their mouths claiming and devouring each other with unbridled desire.

With an effortless display of strength, Neteyam hoisted Lai'ra up and slammed her against the wall, his chest pressed against her back. Lai'ra's body trembled against the wall as Neteyam's powerful grip held her in place, his lips trailing a fiery path down her neck. The heat of his breath against her skin sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her, eliciting soft moans from her lips. His voice, low and sultry, caressed her ear with a possessive intensity as his hands made their way around her body, groping her breast tightly and wrapping around her throat. "You're all mine, Lai'ra."

Neteyam's desire surged to new heights as he sank his fangs into the soft flesh of Lai'ra's neck, marking her as his own. A mixture of pleasure and pain washed over her as she yelped, her body reacting to the carnal act of claiming. Neteyam's hands held her tightly, his touch possessive and demanding. His words dripped with a dark, seductive intensity as he whispered into her ear, conveying his intent to explore every inch of her body. "I'm going to claim you in every way imaginable, leaving no part untouched." His voice carried an edge, reflecting his insatiable hunger and desire for her. A sharp smack on her ass followed by a possessive squeeze, demonstrated his dominance as his fingers dug into her supple flesh. "Yes... I want to feel you. I want it all, Neteyam." she groaned, her voice laced with need. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she braced herself for what was to come.

Neteyam's dominance surged as he forcefully turned Lai'ra around, her back pressed firmly against the wall. With a commanding grip, he pinned her arms above her head, his fingers wrapping around her delicate wrists with possessive strength. The sheer force of his grip on her wrists above her head sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, as she felt the raw power of his possession. Their eyes locked, their connection unyielding as he positioned himself, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. With a deliberate slowness, he pushed himself inside her, savoring the tightness of her ass and heat that enveloped him. A sharp gasp escaped Lai'ra's lips, the new sensation sent a surge of euphoria, blurring her vision, accompanied by a slight discomfort. Neteyam's face contorted in a combination of pleasure and concentration, his eyes locked on Lai'ra's as he pushed deeper inside her. His thrusts were slow and gentle at first, not wanting to hurt her but the more she relaxed the deeper and harder he went. Beads of glistening sweat formed on Neteyam's brow as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed his being. With each powerful thrust, his breath came in a series of gasps and moans, punctuating the air with raw desire. His eyes, dilated with a feral hunger, held Lai'ra's gaze with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

Neteyam's grip on Lai'ra's wrists loosened, his hands sliding down her arms until they found their place under her thighs. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her up effortlessly, the strength in his arms evident as he held her weight with ease. Her legs wrapped around his waist as Lai'ra's arm wrapped around Neteyam's broad shoulders, her hand resting on the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Her other hand delicately cradled his face, her fingertips tracing the contours of his strong jawline. With an unyielding grip on her bottom, Neteyam unleashed his ravenous movements, driving his cock into her ass with a fierce determination. Lai'ra's body arched in exquisite surrender, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Oh... fuck. Fuck!" She moaned breathily. Neteyam watched her, his mouth hanging open as deep moans escaped him. A smile tugged at his lips as her eyes met his again. "God, look at you. Taking me so," He gasped, his voice a husky whisper, as his eyes fluttered in pleasure, "So well. Such a good girl for me. Oh fuck, Lai'ra." He groaned, a small whimper leaving his lips as he clenched his jaw, his cock twitching inside of her as he fought against his release. The sound's coming from him only made Lai'ra's mind reel with euphoria, all her senses heightened to a level beyond comprehension as their Kuru's stayed laced together.

Neteyam and Lai'ra shifted positions, their bodies moving with fluid grace. Lai'ra positioned herself on all fours on the bed, her back arched enticingly as she presented herself to Neteyam. Time seemed to slow as Neteyam's breath hitched, his eyes drinking in the breathtaking vision of Lai'ra on all fours, her body an irresistible temptation. He moved towards her with deliberate steps, his fingertips tracing a tantalizing path up her spine, sending electric currents of anticipation through her. With a masterful touch, his hand alternated between a teasing slap and a gentle caress on her swollen clit, driving Lai'ra wild. His voice dripped with a seductive edge as he whispered, "So ready for me, huh?" Withdrawing his hand, he gripped his pulsating length, using its head to circle her clit in teasing strokes, her slickness coating him deliciously. Lai'ra gasped, "Please, Neteyam. Ugh.." She bit her lip, her brows furrowing up, pleading, as she turned her head to look at him. His head tilted to the side as he looked down at her, his eyes smoldered as a wicked smirk crept up on his face. 

Then, he entered her with a torturous slowness, savoring every inch of her as he claimed her body. Leaning down, his chest pressed firmly against her back, his lips brushed against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. The powerful beat of his heart pulsed through his body, a testament to the passion and intensity of their connection. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each inward plunge filling her completely, his length exploring the depths of her being. The sound of Neteyam's voice, laced with desire and command, reached Lai'ra's ears as he maintained his slow and deep thrusts. "I love hearing you moan my name," he growled, his words punctuated by the powerful rhythm of his hips. "Love seeing you come undone for me, begging me for more." Each syllable dripped with a potent mixture of dominance and adoration.

Lai'ra's long lashes swept against her flushed cheeks as her eyelids involuntarily fluttered shut, surrendering herself to the consuming sensations that rippled through her body. Uncontrollable moans spilled from her parted lips, harmonized with the rhythm of Neteyam's powerful thrusts, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoed in the air around them. With an alluring smirk, Neteyam sat up, his fingers tangling in her hair, establishing a possessive hold. His other hand, both tender and firm, cradled her jaw, tilting her head back to expose her vulnerability, while his amber eyes pierced into her soul. "Eyes on me, love," he commanded, his voice resonating with a potent blend of dominance and longing. "On me, while I fuck you senseless. While I push you over the edge."

With a relentless surge of passion, Neteyam plunged into Lai'ra, his movements powerful and unyielding. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through their entwined bodies, igniting a fiery symphony of sensations. The bed beneath them quivered in response to their fervent connection. Lai'ra's voice shattered the air, her scream of pleasure mingling with the echoes of their unbridled desire. "Neteyam!" she cried out, her voice an intoxicating blend of raw need and primal longing, a testament to the depths of their shared passion.

Neteyam's voice was a feral growl as he unleashed his desires. "Yeah, baby," he grunted, his jaw clenched with concentration. "Take that fucking cock. Ugh, so deep in that fucking pussy. God, you feel so fucking good." The room reverberated with the wet squelching noises growing in intensity with each forceful thrust. Lai'ra's body quivered, her inner heat pooling in her belly, aching for Neteyam's insatiable thrusts. His precise aim repeatedly struck her sweet spot, causing her to scream out, "Oh, Neteyam! You're going to make me come! Fuck!"

Neteyam's gaze intensified as he drew her closer, their bodies intimately entwined, as he unleashed a seductive question. His voice, laced with a mixture of dominance and anticipation, murmured, "Yeah? You going to come all over my thick cock, Lai'ra? Is that what you crave? Tell me." Lai'ra's eyes bore into Neteyam's with a captivating blend of longing and urgency. Her brows furrowed with a look of longing and vulnerability as her breath hitched in her throat, her voice filled with aching desire and an unmistakable plea. "Yes, yes, Neteyam! I need to come. Please, make me come!"

Neteyam leaned down, capturing Lai'ra's lips in a passionate kiss, their mouths melding together in a fervent exchange. His whispered words against her lips, commanded her. "Be a good fucking girl and come for me." Lai'ra's eyes locked onto Neteyam's with an intense, almost desperate gaze as her climax enveloped her, seizing her body in a powerful grip. Her pupils dilated, her irises glistening as her body convulsed in a breathtaking display of pleasure. As Lai'ra's inner walls clenched tightly around Neteyam's throbbing length, a deep, guttural moan escaped his lips. The sensation was nothing short of electric, a pulsating tightness that enveloped him, gripping him with an intense and pleasurable force.

With an urgency fueled by their rising passion, Neteyam groaned, his voice laced with desperation. "Fuck, fuck!" he exclaimed, his primal sounds echoing through the room. In a swift and fluid motion, he withdrew from Lai'ra and flipped her over, positioning himself to enter her again. His own release was building within him, the climax of their shared ecstasy imminent.

As he drove himself into her once more, a shudder of pleasure coursing through his body, he leaned in close, his hand pressing against the wall for support. His other hand found its place on Lai'ra's breast, squeezing it with a furious need. With a voice heavy with desire, he whispered, "One more time, love. Let me take you there once more." With an urgent fervor, Neteyam's hips moved in a relentless rhythm, driving into Lai'ra with a raw and passionate force. Every thrust was purposeful and determined. His muscles tensed and flexed with each powerful movement, his body instinctively seeking the ultimate release. His breath came in ragged gasps, mingling with the sounds of their skin colliding and their shared moans. Each thrust propelled him deeper into the depths of pleasure, the intensity building with every plunge. His movements were urgent, driven by a need to consume her completely, to lose himself in the intoxicating sensations they were creating together.

As he rocked into her, his body melding with hers, his senses heightened, amplifying every sensation. The tightening grip on her breast conveyed his need, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he reveled in the texture and warmth beneath his touch. The urgency in his motions mirrored the building intensity of his climax, the need to experience that final moment of release with Lai'ra consuming his every thought.

Lai'ra's core throbbed with an insatiable hunger, aching for more of Neteyam's passionate thrusts. The intensity of their connection surged through her, mingling with the heat of their bodies and the urgency in their movements. Every nerve ending was alive, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins. The sensation of his weight above her, his body pressing against hers, fueled the fire that burned within her. Her skin tingled with anticipation, her senses heightened as she surrendered to the raw intensity of their union.

In this moment, Lai'ra's mind was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that swept through her. She felt a surge of love and desire for Neteyam, a deep connection that transcended the physical realm. In the heat of the moment, Lai'ra's hands moved with purpose and passion. They explored the contours of his body, mapping the curves and planes of his skin, as if to imprint his touch upon her senses. With every stroke, every caress, she sought to deepen their connection, to convey her longing and devotion. Her touch was both gentle and demanding, a reflection of the complex emotions coursing through her. As the intensity of their lovemaking reached its peak, Lai'ra's hands expressed a fierce and possessive grip on Neteyam's body. With one hand, she caressed his neck, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. The other, held a firm grip on his waist. Her touch was tender yet commanding, conveying both her love and her need for him.

As the intensity of their movements escalated, the electrifying tension built within their bodies, signaling the imminent climax that awaited them. Lai'ra's inner walls clenched around Neteyam's pulsating length, a primal instinct guiding her body's response. They moved together with synchronized rhythm, each thrust pushing them closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Their breaths mingled as they met each other's gaze, their eyes locked. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable energy that fueled their connection. Neteyam's voice cracked. "Lai'ra... I'm... I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice husky with desire.

Lai'ra's response came in a breathless whisper, her voice laced with urgency and longing. "Neteyam... Let go... with me," she moaned. And then it happened. Waves of ecstasy crashed over them, rippling through their bodies like a tempestuous storm. They found release in unison, their cries of pleasure merging into a harmonious symphony. Lai'ra's body arched, her back bowing with the intensity of her orgasm, while Neteyam's muscles tensed, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and release.

As they reached the peak of their pleasure, a profound and otherworldly connection surged between them. Their linked Kurus intensified the depth of their union. In that climactic moment, they were not just physical beings, but two souls intertwining in a celestial dance. Euphoria flooded their senses, an intoxicating blend of physical ecstasy and a spiritual bond that transcended the boundaries of their mortal bodies. Their Kurus became a conduit for the exchange of emotions, thoughts, and sensations. Every caress, every thrust, carried a profound significance, magnifying the intensity of their pleasure. Lai'ra's scream of complete surrender pierced through the fabric of space and time, resonating with such intensity that it seemed to reverberate throughout the entire universe.

In that sacred moment, they were lost to the world, consumed by the all-encompassing pleasure that coursed through their beings. Time seemed to stand still as their bodies trembled with the aftershocks of their shared climax, their hearts beating in unison, synchronized in the throes of their passion.

As their breaths finally steadied and their bodies basked in the blissful aftermath, Lai'ra whispered softly, her voice filled with a mixture of dedication and tenderness. "Neteyam te Suli Tsyek'itan... I love you," she murmured, her words carrying the weight of a thousand emotions.

Neteyam, his own chest heaving with exertion, met her gaze with a look of adoration and devotion. "And I love you, Lai'ra te Niritx Í'oíma'ite," he replied, his voice a tender declaration of their eternal bond.

As the night embraced them in its velvety darkness, Lai'ra and Neteyam continued their intimate connection, their Kurus locked in a profound display of unity. They reveled in the afterglow of their passionate union, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they soaked in the everlasting bond they just sealed. In the hushed silence of their sanctuary, they whispered sweet nothings to each other, their words carrying promises of love, devotion, and a future together. Their intertwined fingers traced delicate patterns on each other's skin, leaving a trail of warmth and comfort in their wake. Time seemed to stand still as they basked in the euphoria of their sacred consummation, cherishing every moment of closeness and intimacy.