Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.
co-written with Artie.
(Brutal sex scene – reader discretion is advised)
Artie: The blonde felt her skin perk with goosebumps at his words and whistle… but at the same time his words prompted a sort of fear only he could bring to the front of her mind.. The chill went from her core to her fingertips, causing her to involuntarily wrap one arm protectively around her breasts.. despite her full covering she still felt exposed. His tone gave her the feeling that he saw through her clothing, to the soft flesh underneath.. He’d only ever forcefully exposed her bosom to his greedy eyes, the rest remained hidden from his view and the thief felt such was best.. Slowly she would increase her own pace, the heat of the moment beginning to sober her, yet at the same time it kept her drunk and under. “Fuck that!” Her voice had risen in pitch — was that how she sounded when in ecstasy? The warlock could only ponder..
The fall of her chest picked up as did his pace, her own feet fumbling to move faster.. It was difficult to remain balance as one hand clutched the bottle of liquid that made her in such stupor.. the other hugging to her chest.. Even now she was dressed in such clothing that held everything in, but her increased voluptuousness also created an effect.. So surely, if all was released, she’d be much more appealing than now.. despite already appearing so. “Go away, you.. you.. fuck!” She’d gotten frustrated, increasing her pace and thus the loudness of her strides..
And then strong arms wrapped around her body, encasing her. At this the girl’s feet would kick upwards, heat bursting from her core at the physical touch while her mind screamed in agony with the yell of fright from her lips.. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Her hand would bring back the bottle over his head – she was unsure if she’d hit him, or if it flew over him.. But either way, she heard the shatter of her only defense…
Her leg would attempt to kick back, aiming to hit him hard in the shin. This was done merely to get a few hits in – from his strong grasp she knew that her continuous squirming would do little good.. Her heart beat furiously, excited and scared all at the same time as her chest moved in reaction as such. “Son of a bitch! Bastard!” Random profanities ripped from her lips, her expression that of a snarl as she could feel her clothing tightening against her form.. Her hands clawed for his arms, attempting to leave deep scratches on his forearms.
All thought of his pleasure was forgotten as she fought his will.
Razorbackwriter: ~ Come into these arms again….and lay your body down~
Such a rawness to her voice. Though tainted by the drink, there was a hidden message within her words. Bandit’s pitch a dead giveaway. She could not hide the excitement she felt if she dared. It was what made her all the more exotic in his mind. How could Bandit have forgotten so easily that it was her fighting spirit that made him heady and almost slick from rising passion. Already he was releasing a dribble of pre that stained his pants, though in this lack of light she would not be able to see. Like a viper, the Warlock’s arm shot out and then enveloped Bandit from behind. She was slow due to her alcoholic fueled stupor and this made it all the more entertaining. In a filth laden alley, with the woman that he had hunted for so long being nothing more than a sad drunk. Oh but she still had that bite. Her words filled with venom and malice. It was only when he dug his clawed digits into the succulent mounds of her breasts that were now stretching the very fabric of her top did the Warlock howl long and loud as he went in for the kill.
Her struggles were foreplay, her scratching and snarling were that of a temptress…a tease. His thickening member twitched and slapped at her ass from within the confines of his pants. Her legs kicked outward, but this only made her rounded buttocks press back to his hips. It was almost like she was bouncing and Raul reveled in the actions. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She screamed, and this would only heighten his need to dominate her. “Too…Nmmph….late.” He was doing more than touch her. His other arm coming around, to find a way to slide his fingers between her legs. The tearing sound of her shirt would come as they struggled with each other. Raul trying to force her to one of the industrial bins., so he could bend her over. Bandit got a few good kicks in to his shins, but this was met with delicious growls as a reward.“Son of a bitch! Bastard!” She screamed, as she scratched into his forearms, drawing blood.
“YES!…MARK ME!..MAKE ME BLEED…AND I SHALL DO THE SAME TO YOU!” Raul’s voice rich and thick with want, as he bit down on her neck with a ferocity that would leave her reeling.
Artie: “No.. no!” Rrrriipp! The tear of her fabric that shielded her from his view was the sound of the beginnings of defeat.. All that stood between him and the sensitivity of her chest was the bra that held her full bounce in.. Yet he had already made it clear that he could take the fabric and rid her of it in haste. Yet.. her heart beat in desire, her legs squeezing together in protest of him but at the same time her womanhood tensed in ready anticipation. The contradictory feel of mind and body was overwhelming, her drunken brain buzzing with an attempt to make sense of what was happening. The grunts of her struggle reflected back at the thief, the female’s feet dragging along the ground to dig in her heels.. She was not making it easy for him to drag her to such terrible confinement, where he would truly be able to dominate her. “Fuck! No!” The words burst from her in loud cries, distress clear in her voice while the higher pitch gave away her excitement.. If she had been sober, such pleasure would not be heard..
The warlock’s next words caused her to stiffen, her whole body tensing at the action that followed.. It was surprising that she did not go limp, instead her body going to a complete lockdown mode when his teeth dug into the sensitive fleck of her neck.. Until, of course, her body immediately followed with an involuntary reaction. Her chest constricted, her lips parting as a cry resounded from her core. It started low in pitch but was soon high, her eyes fluttering at the intense pain and yet pleasure that came from it..
Her voice would end in a breathless tone, as though she had realized her noise finally and immediately cut it off, replacing it with a gasp. The sound had echoed around her, a redness coming over her cheeks as a breathlessness settled in. And dread. Dread coursed through her veins, knowing now that the growing need in her lower regions would be recognized through the terrible noise she had uttered..
“I… I don’t want..!” Though they had nearly reached the bins now, her stiff moment giving him quite a bit of leverage to drag her: but it was now that she dug in her heels harder, squeezing her thighs shut against his fingers that attempted to prod.. A sob racked her lips in the complete fear she held for herself, yet at the same time she wanted to laugh in lust..
Razorbackwriter: The fight that Bandit put up only brought about rapture from the Warlock. His every pore taking in her released pheromones for she was clearly excited as she was terrified. The sharp razor edge of his nails now tearing not only the fabric of her shirt, but moving now to rip her bra to shreds. Lust had risen – eyes a shocking shade of red with a tinge of green stared at the woman’s neck as he withdrew from the fevered bite. Yes! He had once again made his claim in the way of a mark that bled such sweet droplets of her crimson stain. Hungrily he lapped at her flesh – panting as he did so. Fingers…hands moving fast and Bandit gave up a terrific fight of resistance. Her cries however betrayed her. High pitch and riddled with an aching need for more. It was what Raul knew of Bandit all along. As much as she would hate to ever admit it, the girl needed a firm hand – a strong Master to bring her to new and dizzying heights of unadulterated bliss. The heat she was now radiating was such her cheeks were aflame. Raul could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her peaked bosom, now swollen to fit perfectly into the clasp of his large hands.
Raul’s fingers probed through the cloth that separated him from her inner jewel. The sweet nub and luscious lips that he craved to delve and wallow in. A sob escaped Bandit’s lips and this was the moment of triumph. It spurred him to render her free of the tight pants that bared his way. “I… I don’t want..!” Even in the midst of the frenzied attack, her own body betrayed her words. Raul tore her panties free as though a rag, and his index finger and middle fingers slipped into the juicy folds that were waiting for him. Hot…lush…ripe. Bandit must truly be aching for him as he was now busting out of his own pants – the need to finish her so strong.
“Oh…but you do!” Raul cried out with her blood upon his lips. The Warlock slammed her hard against the bin, so her breasts were pushed to just hang over the side. His bulk pressed to her buttocks as he pinned her to the cold metal. Being of a larger frame, he towered over her. His lips brushing the back of her head, sniffing her sweet scent -ready to truly own her. One hand locked upon her right breast, with nails piercing her flesh – whilst he tore the last of the fabric to expose her bare rump. His hand striking it hard, before he released himself from the confine of his pants. Engorged and glistening, Raul began to rub his slick self between the crack of her arse, while his fingers violently began to pump into her dripping opening.