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Rumi’s demon form has a second stage, much to everyone’s surprise. Especially Rumi since the first time she transformed, she was the one crashing out hard over it. A few more transformations made it feel normal, and now it feels like a natural part of Rumi’s demon physiology.
To Zoey, it’s more of a delightful surprise. She’s been biting her finger and giggling mischievously as she eyes Rumi’s demonic figure.
For starters, Rumi is bigger.
(As in everything.)
As in her arms and legs, her muscles and her frame. Her horns and her claws and even her tail grew a little longer too. It’s like she doubled in size.
(As in everything.)
Arousal pools in Zoey’s belly as her gaze travels down Rumi’s body, admiring the patterns glowing so prettily on her girlfriend’s skin, before her mind takes a filthy turn—to Rumi’s cock.
Her huge cock that’s doubled in size.
And, god, those ridges… Zoey feels a delightful little shiver dance up her spine as she leers at the thick girth hanging between Rumi’s thighs. She’s so thick and wide, delectable ridges lined up like a ladder on that long shaft, and a hefty sack that sits just below the base of her cock.
Heavy and ripe for Zoey’s picking.
A little bit of drool drips from Zoey’s lips, and she wipes it away with the back of her hand as she lounges on the bed. “C’mere, Rumi. God, I can’t wait to take you.”
A soft laugh comes from Rumi as she crawls onto the bed, making her way towards Zoey slowly. Here’s another thing: the size difference between them had Zoey’s brain freezing the first time. It still does to this day. God, Rumi’s so big compared to her, but that makes everything all the more sweeter.
Her desire flares, wetness dripping from between her thighs the longer she stares at Rumi.
A flick of a wrist has the Honmoon humming, a thrum of energy coiling in the bedroom as Rumi summons it. Zoey stares curiously before a blush occupies her face, a soft and excited squeak leaving her lips as Rumi threads the Honmoon around her wrists, silky restraints leaving Zoey’s hands suspended above her head near the pillows.
“Oh, we’re using these today?” A devious little smirk unfurls across Zoey’s face as she gives the restraints an experimental tug. It’s steady yet soft around her skin, a perfect hold that prevents her from slipping free. And since it’s part of the Honmoon, Zoey can easily dispel it if an emergency were to happen.
“Yeah. So I can have you exactly where I want you.” Rumi purrs, the corner of her lips curving up into a wicked smile as she looms over Zoey’s figure. Her hands descend to palm at the muscles of Zoey’s thighs, squeezing gently as they trail up Zoey’s hips, squeezing her waist hard enough to make Zoey moan, before they settle on the soft plane of Zoey’s stomach.
“Oh, this is perfect.” A saccharine giggle leaves Zoey as she parts her legs, sweetness turning seductive as she invites Rumi closer, exposing herself with a sure and confident spread of her thighs. Dark eyes snap down to her pussy, mesmerized by puffy folds already soaked with wetness, glistening under the bedroom lights.
“Fuuuck, babe, you’re so wet already.” Rumi groans as she shuffles closer on her knees, one hand fisting her semi until it throbs and hardens fully, beads of precum shining on the slit.
Rumi doesn’t take her eyes off of her.
“Come on, Rumi.” Zoey pants a little under Rumi’s undivided, whining as she shoots Rumi a smoldering look. “Come fuck me? Please?”
She looks so enticing like this; big brown eyes fluttering her eyelashes up at Rumi, flushed cheeks a pretty shade of pink as she lounges on the bed, dark wavy locks tumbling over her shoulder in a perfectly messy yet put-together way that looks effortless. A lot of people would do anything to get a view of Zoey like this in their bed. But Rumi hoards it all for herself, greedy for Zoey—for any amount of Zoey period.
“So eager.” Rumi huffs out a sweet little laugh as she slides her cockhead against Zoey’s pussy, her laughter cutting short to groan out loud, throaty and full of need from just a mere contact of their skin together. A shudder zips down her spine as she feels the wet heat of Zoey’s cunt, soaked folds so soft and velvety as the tip of her dick slides through it again and again. “God, you’re perfect, you know that?”
“Tell me again—ah…!”
Rumi presses in carefully, a furrow knitting between her brows as she watches Zoey’s expression. Pain overtakes the pleasure, and Rumi’s instincts snarl in the back of her mind. Her mouth twists with worry as her lover hisses at the intrusion—too much actually. She leans into her gut feeling and pulls off immediately, shuffling backwards. “Maybe we should—“
“No, no, wait! I can take it, I can—please, Rumi!” A sob leaves Zoey’s lips as she writhes atop the bed sheets, desperation ringing clear in her voice as her hands tugs at her wrist restraints. The Honmoon holds steady, humming quietly as vibrant celestial silk wraps around each of Zoey’s wrists. Her lower body thrashes before her legs lock around Rumi’s hips, holding Rumi in place with a surprising strength before she can retreat any further.
“I w-want it… fuck, please! I-I want you!” Zoey hiccups and whines, a needy plea teetering on her lips as her eyes glisten with tears.
With a fond huff, Rumi relents. She can’t ever say no to Zoey when she’s pouting and tearing up, fat teardrops sliding down Zoey’s flushed cheeks as she begs for her so shamelessly. Rumi’s pride and arousal is stoked, and she’s preening as she settles back between Zoey’s spread legs. With a wave of her hand, Rumi reaches for her connection to the Honmoon and pulls Zoey’s restraints taut, suspending her lover’s wrists in the air once more.
“Okay, baby. I’ve got you. Don’t cry… mhm, though you look so pretty like this.” Rumi purrs and coos as she thumbs at the skin beneath Zoey’s eyes, gently wiping away the tear tracks there. She runs her thumb down to Zoey’s mouth, tracing the pad of her thumb across the seam of Zoey’s lips before Zoey takes it into her mouth, suckling so sweetly as she begs wordlessly with her big brown eyes. It makes Rumi grin, a crooked smile as she fists her cock with her free hand.
“So pretty when you’re desperate, Zo. Remember that you asked for this.” Rumi’s eyes go dark, pools of obsidian gleaming as lust overtakes her pupils, dilating and rippling with unfiltered want. It eclipses the gold in Rumi’s eyes, leaving golden rings that make Zoey shiver from how hungry and handsome she looks at the same time. “God, I’m going to ruin you, pretty girl.”
And Zoey whimpers as a delightful shudder ripples through her body as the words sink into her chest. Her hips jerk in place, bucking in anticipation. A fresh wave of wetness slicks her inner thighs as the thought of taking all of Rumi’s thick cock takes center stage in her mind. She pants softly as she digs the heels of her feet into Rumi’s lower back, trying to pull her lover closer. A chant leaves her mouth, half-coherent as she babbles, “Please, please, please—“
“Keep begging, babygirl. I want to hear from you when you take all of me.” This time, Rumi grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, drizzling an abundance of it into her hand. She’ll prep her thoroughly this time. Her slicked fingers press against Zoey’s cunt, rubbing along Zoey’s clit until her lover goes slack, relaxing into the bed with a drawn out moan. Soft pretty moans drift up into the air, hiccuping when Rumi drags her fingers down to Zoey’s entrance, rimming the hole gently.
“Ah, ah… Rumi.” Zoey sighs softly, breathless gasps popping up one after the other as Rumi slides a finger inside. Her hands are larger in this form, so she takes it slow, only sliding in a single digit. A moan filters out the pair as Rumi’s finger is squeezed by slick walls, so warm and wet as they cling to Rumi.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Open up for me.” Rumi hums as she slips a second finger inside, curling them as she pushes in up to the knuckle. She scissors her fingers, steadily stretching Zoey open until she can take more. Wetness slicks Rumi’s fingers and her palm as she works Zoey up to three, then four, scissoring and pumping in and out until lewd slick noises saturate the air.
Warmth suffuses across their faces, traveling down their bodies as Zoey lays there, so pliant and willing as Rumi fingerfucks her open, thoroughly stretching her pussy out and prepping her for her cock. It’s a vulgar thought and an even vulgar scene as wetness paints Zoey’s thighs. She’s dripping on Rumi’s hand, dripping down Rumi’s wrist, dripping on the sheets below her.
“Rumi, it feels s-so… hah, good!” It’s something about getting fucked so thoroughly while being restrained. Something about the helplessness, something about being out of control as someone else touches you, pleases you, makes you feel so good while you just take it. Zoey mewls and moans, her breath hitching in her throat as Rumi does that for her, the implicit trust between them elevating this pleasure to a new height. Zoey lets it happen, trusting in Rumi as she surrenders her control.
“Mhmm, I can’t wait to feel you, Zoey. Just looking at you like this… your pussy’s fluttering so much around my fingers.”
The filthy words coming out of Rumi have Zoey squeaking, her face red hot as she clenches around Rumi’s thick fingers. Arousal sears her belly, and anticipation makes it swoop and flip, eager for more of Rumi.
“Think you’re ready for me now.” Rumi grins, a crooked smile that shows off her sharp fangs. Zoey coos at it and spreads her thighs a little more, a wordless invitation for her lover.
“Please, unnie. I’m—ahh!” A whine slips out of Zoey, soft and delirious with need as Rumi begins to pull out. She whimpers at the loss, shivering at the way her walls clench around nothing. But then she’s crooning breathily at the thought of being filled up soon.
Rumi pulls her fingers free carefully, smearing the viscous wetness on her own cock. She drizzles a little more lube on herself, coating her cock with it, the massive ridged shaft now shiny with lube and Zoey’s own wetness. Her patterns pulse brighter after being lubed up, iridescent colors trailing the length of her shaft and shining in time to her synchronized heartbeat.
With her cock fisted in her hand, Rumi slaps the cockhead against Zoey’s swollen clit, relishing in every lewd slap of skin and the way Zoey’s back arches in response. She’s so responsive; it makes it so fun to watch Zoey, and Rumi grins as she teases her lover with a few more slaps. She slides her thick cockhead through Zoey’s soaked folds, making sure that her entrance is lubricated enough.
She doesn’t want to stop this time.
“Please, please—Rumi, I can’t wait—“ Ragged are Zoey’s breaths as she whines, soft and high-pitched as her hips jerk involuntarily, a clear sign of her desperation as Rumi continues to take her time in sliding the tip of her dick against Zoey’s cunt.
“Shhh, baby. You’ll take what I give you.” A chuckle leaves Rumi as Zoey whines in response, but Rumi moves at her own pace. If Zoey wants to be split open by her cock and fucked into oblivion then they’ll move at Rumi’s pace and only at her pace.
Crack!
Her tail uncurls from where it’s coiled around her own thigh, a loud snapping sound punctuating the air as the whip-like appendage unfurls with a crackling flourish. Dramatic maybe but it effectively cuts off Zoey’s whining as she stares with wide eyes. Smug satisfaction flickers across Rumi’s face as she takes in Zoey’s dilated eyes, the tight flush of her stiff nipples, the fresh wave of goosebumps littering Zoey’s skin, and of course, the little twitch of Zoey’s clit in response to her tail.
Oh, what a little freak.
Her little freak.
With a devious smile, Rumi slides her tail up Zoey’s navel until it reaches her chest. It coils around the underside of Zoey’s left breast before wrapping entirely around her right breast, the spaded tip circling Zoey’s nipples until she’s squirming and panting from the stimulation and the pleasure that follows after like a shadow.
“Will you tell me what you want, Zo?” Rumi’s eyes flare golden as she locks eyes with Zoey, her lips curving into a hungry smile as Zoey’s breath hitches in the quiet of the room. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“S-So much…,” Zoey gulps as she stares up at Rumi, lust and admiration clear in her gaze as she takes in Rumi’s large and broad frame, drinking in the sight of those pretty lightning-shaped patterns trailing all over Rumi’s thick muscles. Big, pretty, muscly lady. Oh, how Rumi towers over Zoey is so damn hot.
Zoey licks her lips, stuttering out a breathy sigh as she feels Rumi’s large hand splay itself over her navel. The sight of it taking up almost all of her stomach makes Zoey whimper, perverse delight and anticipation spurring her own arousal. “Want you to fuck me, god, Rumi—I wanna feel you splitting me open.”
A guttural growl rumbles in Rumi’s chest as she flicks her claws out, black-tipped sharpness glinting under the bedroom lights. She drags them up and down Zoey’s sides, light enough to graze soft skin yet hard enough pressure to rake thin pink lines on Zoey’s body. It draws a shuddering whine out of Zoey, and the way her eyes glass over for a brief moment fills Rumi with obscene pride, her arousal twisting itself into something molten and heavy in her gut.
“Keep going.”
It takes a moment before Zoey’s eyes are clear of that fog, and she licks her lips before continuing to speak.
“W-Want you to use me—fuck me! Do whatever you wish to me—I just want to feel you… hah, all of you, Rumi!” Zoey has to take a deep breath before she continues, the skin of her cheeks flushing a ruddy red as it spreads down her neck as a result of her desperate admission. “N-Need to feel you inside my pussy, fucking me hard, filling me up—“ A wanton moan slips free as Zoey rocks her hips, grinding up along the underside of Rumi’s cock, trembling as those ridges slide deliciously against her soaked folds.
The pleasure catches them both off guard, and they share a filthy chorus as Zoey continues grinding against Rumi’s cock. Her eyes glisten with wetness once more, and god, she looks so fucked out of it just from a little grinding.
“Go on, baby.” Rumi growls roughly, the sound raspy and low as her teeth snap in front of her, sharp fangs peeking out of her lips as she listens to the filth dripping from Zoey’s pouty lips.
“Want you to breed me too…,” Zoey squirms as she tugs uselessly at the Honmoon restraints, the warm silky strands not budging an inch as Zoey wiggles slowly. She twists her wrists gently, rotating her hands just to feel the warm hum of the Honmonn against her skin. “Fuck! Fill me up until I’m dripping with your cum… hot and creamy in every inch of my pussy.”
“Oh my god…” Rumi sucks in a breath, shuddering as a jolt of pleasure races up her spine. Zoey’s words provoke such a provocative image, and Rumi finds herself growling and salivating at the thought of breeding her lover, having her seed leaking out of Zoey’s stuffed pussy, creamy white all over those puffy folds and swollen clit.
Rumi’s cock twitches and throbs against Zoey’s drenched pussy, and they both moan as sticky wetness smears against their skin with their continued grinding. The heat of Zoey’s pussy feels so good on the underside of her dick, and Rumi trembles from how needy she’s grown just from hearing Zoey talk. But that’s something she likes about her, how infectious Zoey’s passion is, especially when it comes to her girls.
Rumi’s claws trail upward, rolling a stiff nipple between her fingers before the tips graze the smooth column of Zoey’s neck. She feels Zoey’s throat bob under her touch, those hips stuttering in their grinding, and it fills Rumi with perverse delight knowing how affected Zoey is from her touch alone. Sharp claws skim along Zoey’s jawline before a single thumb settles over Zoey’s mouth.
Zoey’s lips part with a single glance, and the eager obedience makes Rumi purr loudly, a throaty sound of satisfaction vibrating across their skin. She presses the pad of her thumb down on the flat of Zoey’s tongue; it easily spans the length of Zoey’s tongue, and that pressure feels so good.
A wave of pleasure washes over Zoey’s mind as she lets out a muffled moan, immediately sucking on Rumi’s thumb as her lips close around it.
“You’re so wet, baby. Worked up by your own dirty talk.” Rumi sighs as she keeps on sliding the underside of her cock against Zoey’s clit, sliding and sliding through an obscene amount of wetness.
Schlick schlick schlick.
Drool pools out the corner of Zoey’s mouth as she moans around Rumi’s thumb, her eyes drooping half-lidded as jolts of pleasure zip through her body with every slide of Rumi’s cock against her pussy, those ridges providing such delicious friction that it has Zoey’s toes curling against the bed sheets.
“I bet you can come just like this, Zoey. Don’t you think so, pretty girl?” Rumi smirks down at her, golden eyes bright as they crinkle with a devastating combination of amusement and lust. “I bet you could come on my cock if I put just the tip inside.”
Eager excitement stirs in Zoey’s belly as she sees Rumi fist her cock. A wanton moan spills out of Zoey as she suckles on Rumi’s thumb enthusiastically, her hips bucking forward, faltering when a ridge grazes against her swollen clit. A burst of pleasure renders Zoey immobile, trembling in place as Rumi laughs darkly above her.
“So eager. You’re so cute like this, Zo.”
“Fuck me, fuck me, please, Rumi!”
The outburst makes Rumi preen, and she takes Zoey’s pouting and pleading in stride as she watches with glee.
“Mhmm, I will, baby.” Rumi’s lips curl back as she taps her cockhead against Zoey’s clit. She slides the tip downward, catching Zoey’s entrance and making her keen just from the gesture alone. Viscous wetness smears along their skin as Rumi presses the tip against Zoey’s entrance, the sheer size difference stark as their bodies lie side-by-side. Anticipation thrums in the air, thick and electric as they both look between their legs, riveted by the way Rumi’s thick girth pushes forward, those soaked folds parting so easily for her.
It’s a slow mouth-watering process, but no less obscene as Rumi’s thick cockhead is swallowed up eagerly by Zoey’s dripping pussy hole. Velvety heat engulfs the tip, slick skin visibly stretching as the flared head pushes inside. Zoey throws her head back on the pillow as Rumi comes to a complete stop, moaning shamelessly at the incredible stretch in her pussy. Her walls flutter and clench around the thick tip, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she feels her muscles squeezing and relaxing before squeezing all over again.
It’s good, oh, god, it’s so fucking good.
Relief and pleasure churn in her core as Zoey gasps and moans around Rumi’s thumb, whining and drooling as her body adapts to the large intrusion. The sting of pain is soothed by the mind-numbing pleasure, and every glance downward has Zoey’s arousal spiking to another high. She whimpers and moans again, every clench of her slick walls around that thick tip feels divine, and—fuck!
Zoey shrieks as she feels Rumi’s other hand touching her clit, circles rubbing against her sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly. A sob of a moan leaves Zoey as she writhes atop the bed sheets, helpless as pleasure ripples through her body.
“Come for me, Zoey. C’mon, make a mess for me. Wanna feel you coming just from the tip… hah, that’s it, pretty girl.” Rumi growls and snarls as she moves her hips just enough to fuck the tip in and out of Zoey’s cunt. Her eyes are magnetized to the way Zoey’s greedy pussy squeezes her cockhead like a vice, those pussy lips clinging tight to the tip of her dick like it doesn’t wanna let go. It’s lewd and it’s so fucking hot watching Zoey squeeze around her.
“R-Rumi… Rumi!” Sweet sobs leave Zoey as she takes the slow fucking, her wrists tugging on the iridiscent silk weaved around her hands.
“That’s it… good girl. Come for me, love.” Rumi coaxes sweetly as she rocks her hips forward, pushing her tip in and out of that vice grip until Zoey is thrashing almost violently, her back arching as she falls apart with a guttural scream. Her orgasm rips through her, and Rumi watches in awe as she holds Zoey still, pressing her into the bed as her lover convulses, those hips jumping erratically in place. Wetness soaks Rumi’s cock, dripping down the length of her shaft as Zoey’s pussy clenches impossibly tight around her cockhead.
“F-Fuck… so tight!” Rumi groans before her eyes flick over to the Honmoon, checking if the wrist restraints are still intact. They are despite Zoey’s intense wriggling.
She leans down, careful not to jostle their lower halves, and uses her large tongue to lap at the drool from Zoey’s mouth, slow licks applied to Zoey’s cheek and lips before Rumi turns her head enough to capture them in a kiss. A soft moan is pressed against Rumi’s mouth, and she hums as they kiss slowly, enjoying the intimacy of the gesture.
“Do you think you’re ready now?” Rumi asks in between kisses, humming and purring happily as Zoey whines and kisses her harder.
“Y-Yes! God, don’t keep me waiting any longer, Ru.”
A soft chuckle leaves Rumi as she straightens up, looming over Zoey’s supine form once more. She withdraws her thumb from Zoey’s mouth, pausing to laugh when Zoey kisses it and winks up at her, and settles her large hands on either side of Zoey’s figure.
“C’mon, big boy. I wanna—ah, f-fuck!” Pleasure contorts Zoey’s face as Rumi presses her hips forward, pushing her thick cock deeper into that velvety heat. It’s divine, it’s so good, the way those slick walls squeeze around her shaft is indescribable.
Rumi grunts and moans, sweat beading at her temple as she feeds her thick cock into Zoey’s wet cunt one ridge at a time. Pleasure rushes up her spine, buzzing at the back of her head as she keeps on going and going. Zoey cries out beneath her, writhing and tugging on the Honmoon as her pussy is stretched open to accommodate her lover’s girth.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.” Rumi snarls as she drags her claws into the sheets, a slow and sharp ripping sound sailing into the air as she accidentally shreds the fabric reflexively. It feels so good, and her body acts before her brain can catch up, bracing itself as pleasure grips her tight.
“R-Rumi… hah, oh fuck! Big, big, so big… m-more!”
“Greedy girl.” A growl vibrates in the air before Rumi shoves the last of her cock inside, pulling a loud yelp out of Zoey from the harsh impact. Stars burst in her vision as she feels Rumi bottoming out inside of her cunt, breathlessly gasping at the last stretch of her pussy walls to accommodate all of that thickness. Her eyes water as she feels that cockhead nestled right against her cervix, throbbing and hard and warm and—so full.
With her balls flush against Zoey’s ass, Rumi huffs out a strangled moan. It feels so good, having those slick walls squeezing and fluttering all around her cock. She places a hand over Zoey’s navel, cooing sweetly as she splays her fingers outward. “Look at you, pretty girl. Look at how well you take all of me. This is what you wanted, yeah?”
“Y-Yes! O-Oh, fuck—” And Zoey whimpers, loud and sweet and desperate, as she glances down at her body, her mind buzzing with pleasure as she sees the way her own stomach bulges from taking Rumi’s girthy cock. Without a doubt, there’s a bulge along the skin of her stomach, and the way Rumi’s hand presses down gently makes her yelp, makes her pussy gush around Rumi’s cock. The pressure is godly, and feeling Rumi’s cock poking out against her stomach is just obscene. She’s dizzy with pleasure, panting harshly as she writhes on the bed, her hands jerking from where they’re restrained above her head.
“Do you see that?”
“Yes… f-fuck, Rumi…” Zoey whines, close to tears as she watches Rumi stroke over her belly, twitching and flinching as the cock bulge is caressed with a reverent touch. It’s so good, and Zoey gasps as every touch feels like another spark feeding the flame of her arousal.
“So good for me.” Rumi murmurs as she grinds her cock in deep, letting her ridges rub back and forth along Zoey’s walls until her lover is sobbing beneath her, lost in the ecstasy washing over her senses. Slick noises permeate the air, and Rumi breathes it in, letting the debauchery sink in, settling on her skin as she admires the way Zoey squirms, helpless in the face of sheer pleasure.
Her hand reaches out, claws curling on either side of Zoey’s neck as she holds her throat. Dark eyes snap up to lock with Rumi’s, and the way Zoey’s pupils dilate makes Rumi lips stretch into a feral grin.
“You want it?” Rumi slides her thumb along the side of Zoey’s neck, resting the pad of it against the hummingbird pulse residing there.
“Y-Yes!” Zoey squeaks as she swallows thickly, her throat bobbing against Rumi’s palm. Her arousal tightens in her belly, molten hot and malleable as it coils and coils. Her walls clench around Rumi’s cock, a series of rhythmic fluttering as she feels Rumi’s grip slowly grow stronger. Oh, fuck. She’s getting so wet from this, practically dripping all over Rumi’s cock as it grinds in deep.
Her skin feels so warm to the touch, and Zoey can feel her pulse quickening, her heart hammering against the cage of her ribs as Rumi holds her steady. Grip firm and secure, a tether dropping anchor as pleasure begins to drag Zoey away.
Zoey’s mouth drops open, her jaw going slack as her air supply is slowly cut off. Rumi’s grip is strong and it feels so good, a pressure that makes her vision swim with pleasure. A lightheadedness engulfs her brain, and Zoey whimpers as Rumi keeps on grinding into her, adding to the sheer euphoria that has blanketed all of her senses.
“Feel that, baby? That’s it… just like that.” Rumi coos sweetly, her hot breath ghosting over Zoey’s face as she snakes a hand down their bodies, fingers quickly rubbing circles over Zoey’s clit. Pleasure jolts through her body like thunder, intense and crackling, mixing with the lightheadedness of being choked by Rumi.
“Mhmphmmm…!”
“Can you come like this, baby?” Rumi murmurs as she maintains that exquisite grip, her voice a sultry siren call to Zoey.
A whimper leaves Zoey as she nods slowly, whimpering pathetically as her eyes droop half-lidded, glassy with sheer unadulterated pleasure. Her vision blurs at this point, but it feels so good, and Rumi’s touch is perfect. That perfect grip around her throat, those rough circles on her clit, and that thick cock sliding in and out of her slowly, those ridges rubbing up against every sweet spot—oh, she’s close.
Zoey’s body shudders, her thighs visibly trembling now as she draws closer to that tantalizing edge. Pleasure mounts and mounts, tension coiling tight in her belly as Zoey shakes and convulses, her wrists tugging helplessly at the restraints holding her hands in place.
“I can feel you, Zoey. Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight… so wet around me.” Rumi groans as she stays close, her voice a constant anchor as Zoey drifts on that slow-moving wave of pleasure. “Let go, pretty girl. I have you. Let go for me.”
And Zoey lets out a breathless gasp as all that delicious tension in her belly snaps.
Her pleasure erupts across her senses, exploding as Rumi’s grip vanishes shortly after. Her orgasm looms over her like a tidal wave, and Zoey lets out a silent scream as it crashes down on her with no mercy. The rush of oxygen to her brain is a vibrant buzz, a startling shock that only manages to turn her pleasure into a tenfold sensation.
Wetness gushes out of her pussy, soaking Rumi’s cock and her pelvis and the sheets below them as Zoey’s intense orgasm wrings every ounce of pleasure out of her body. She arches beautifully, her legs held down by Rumi and her wrists held in place above thanks to the Honmoon; Zoey is held through it all, anchored by love and trust even as she succumbs to the devastating intensity of her own euphoria.
“Breathe, baby. C’mon, breathe for me.” Rumi mouths at Zoey’s jaw, her lips brushing along Zoey’s ear as she coaxes sweetly, “Good girl. You did so good for me.”
“R-Rumi…” Zoey whines with her eyes still glazed over with ecstasy, sobbing out Rumi’s name weakly as she shudders, wrecked by the lingering wave of pleasure. Her body sinks into the mattress, pliant and trembling as she feels the remnants of her orgasm fade ever so slowly. It takes a few minutes of gulping down air and feeling that incredible buzz fade from the top of her head before clarity returns to Zoey’s eyes.
Slick drips down the curve of Zoey’s ass, pooling beneath her to stain the bed sheets, a mark of the obscenity that unfolded between them—that is still unfolding between them. She whimpers as Rumi drags her palms down Zoey’s thighs, caressing in a rough gesture before they settle in an iron grip around her hips. Zoey squeaks once Rumi starts dragging her hips backwards before pushing them forward, all the air in Zoey’s lungs rushing outward as that thick girth slams inside.
The roughness leaves her breathless.
The skin surrounding her chest flushes a pretty pink as Zoey sobs and moans, thrashing beneath Rumi’s rutting form. That thick cock drags out her walls, ridges so delicious as they graze every sweet spot inside, before snapping forward to fill Zoey up to the brim once more. It’s a brutal pace, and Zoey is holding onto the Honmoon’s restraints for dear life as Rumi delivers on her promise of fucking her into oblivion.
The roughness leaves her craving more.
“F-Fuck, yes! H-Harder!” Zoey keens, sharp and loud as she cries out, a series of warbled moans scattering through the air as Rumi drives into her again and again. Rough strokes, deep and fast, carried with brutal precision. That thick cockhead rams against her cervix, bliss and ecstasy unfolding with every toe-curling, stinging impact. Zoey’s back arches into a pretty bow as she chokes on her moans, babbling incoherently as Rumi’s pounding renders her thoughts to nothing but mush.
Rumi looms over her as she works her hips in between Zoey’s legs, hooking those thick thighs over her own hips. She slides in deeper, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gives in to the carnal pleasure her body craves. Arousal tightens in her belly as she feels Zoey’s body go pliant beneath her, as she feels those hot walls fluttering uncontrollably around her pumping cock. Harsh breaths leave Rumi’s mouth as she looms over her lover, drinking in the debauched sight of Zoey’s face splintered by pleasure, glassy eyes and open mouth spilling out lewd noises.
The clap of their skin is loud and obscene, every plap plap plap of Rumi’s cock plowing deep into Zoey’s cunt is exaggerated with slick squelching sounds. But it only further serves to heighten their pleasure, fueling the thick tension swirling in the bedroom.
“This is what you wanted… to be fucked like a filthy slut? My personal cocksleeve, yeah?” Rumi purrs and snarls as she lets her teeth sink into Zoey’s soft skin. Every cry that leaves Zoey’s mouth is filled with pleasure, mewls and moans that encourage Rumi to mark up all that pretty skin, dark purpling bruises and savage rings of teeth blooming across Zoey’s chest and shoulders and neck until it’s obvious who they belong to. A dark possessiveness warms Rumi’s chest, and she purrs at the sight of her marks on her lover’s body.
“Y-Yes, yes, yes! U-Use me! Fuck m-me, Rumi! I want… hah, I want—” Greed and lust fight for dominance within her as Zoey struggles to get the words out of her body. They roil in the depths of her chest only to end in a stalemate, leaving Zoey to howl out a moan just to convey the raw emotion of her desires.
And the wanton tone in Zoey’s voice makes Rumi groan in response, makes her hips move faster, slamming deep into Zoey a little rougher until she’s sure her lover can’t walk tomorrow. Rumi drapes herself over Zoey’s body, letting her weight settle as she pounds Zoey into the mattress. The bed spring squeaks and the bed frame groans with exertion, but Rumi carries on, only focused on fucking Zoey until she can’t think of a single thought anymore.
“F-Fill this pussy up!” Zoey cries out as Rumi bumps their noses together, hot breaths puffing against each other as their bodies rock into each other.
“Gonna fill you up.” A groan spills out of Rumi as she nods, agreeing as those dark eyes lock with hers.
“Breed this pussy… hah…” Zoey whines desperately, nodding her head as her words begin to slur.
“Gonna breed your pussy—fuck!”
“R-Rumi, Rumi, Rumi!” With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, Zoey arches her back, her stiff nipples dragging against Rumi’s front as she does so.
“O-Oh—Zoey, I’m—s-shit!”
They devolve into guttural moans and sultry cries and incoherent babbling of each other’s names. Pleasure wraps around them, enveloping them in a thick coiling grasp as they climb and climb and climb, finally cresting as their orgasms shatter like a supernova. Waves of molten heat expand outward, rippling through their bodies in a heady rush. A roar crawls out of Rumi’s throat as she bears down on Zoey, her hips plowing harsh and deep until thick ropes of hot cum spurt out of her, splashing against slick, fluttering walls and filling Zoey up to the brim.
And then Rumi moans as she slips Zoey’s legs over her shoulders, pressing Zoey’s knees up until they fold against Zoey’s chest. She ruts into Zoey’s milking pussy in this new position, intent on fucking her lover into another orgasm, panting and snarling at the delectable pressure squeezing all around her, greedy pussy walls trying to milk every last drop of her cum.
“Holy fuck—Rumi, Rumi—you’re so d-deep! I can’t—ahhh!”
“One more, fuck, one more, Zoey!” Rumi growls as she fucks her cum deeper into Zoey’s pussy, that thick cockhead battering against those sweet spots repeatedly, making Zoey thrash violently beneath her. It’s a futile struggle as Rumi fucks her seed in deep until it coats every inch of her lover’s walls. “Full of me, so full of me… that’s it, pretty girl.”
“Fuuuuuck…!”
Slow, ragged breaths spill from the pair as Rumi slows to a halt. Their chests heave for air as they lie there, sweaty and flushed from exertion, a sweet afterglow on their features as aftershocks begin to roll through. Rumi relinquishes her grip on Zoey slowly, gingerly setting Zoey’s legs onto the bed and cooing at the way they tremble.
She releases the Honmoon with a flick of her wrist, and those silky strands of energy dissipate with a gentle kiss to Zoey’s skin. Rumi bends her head to kiss Zoey's chest, soft and tender affection pressing along Zoey’s sweaty collar until Rumi is kissing across her lover’s jaw. A shaky hand lands in Rumi’s hair, weakly tugging her down until their mouths slot together properly.
A sweet hum lingers against Rumi’s lips as Zoey kisses her deeply, tilting her head just right so she can lick into Rumi’s mouth, a wicked tongue sweeping inside to claim the space. Rumi moans, surrendering to the touch hungrily. She bears her weight down on Zoey, knowing that her lover enjoys the sensation, and kisses her until she’s breathless.
When they part for air, Zoey’s hand travels upward, reaching up to curl around the base of Rumi’s horns. It’s so unexpected that Rumi yelps, immediately melting at the touch. She’s so sensitive there, and, oh… oh.
Rumi melts and slumps on top of Zoey, her eyes drooping low as Zoey wiggles out from underneath her hulking figure with a dexterity befitting of her lithe figure. She’s drunk on the tender caresses to her horns, the soft stroke of Zoey’s palm against the rigid structure has something so undeniably pleasant buzzing at the back of her head. She can’t think with how good it feels, unaware of the way Zoey maneuvers her body, blinking sluggishly at the way Zoey straddles her lap now that she’s seated against the headboard.
When did she move?
A rumbling purr vibrates in Rumi’s chest as Zoey puts two hands on her horns—one hand on each—and a loud, needy whine escapes Rumi as Zoey starts stroking both horns, slow and methodical, soft palm rubbing at the base of her forehead with every downstroke and twisting in a corkscrew motion to the get the very tip of her horns. It’s pure ecstasy, it’s unfiltered pleasure, and Rumi whimpers when she feels her cock throbbing hard, twitching in response to how good it feels to have her horns touched like this.
“Oh, you big softie. You’re so cute like this, unnie.” Zoey giggles, breathless and aroused at the same time. A sweetness that lingers in her voice as she coos at Rumi. “Yeah, does it feel good? I can feel your cock twitching, babe.”
And a vibrant blush spreads across Rumi’s face as she feels Zoey grinding down on her hard cock, moaning at the sight of her own creamy white cum oozing out of Zoey’s pussy to soak her own cock. It smears between their bodies, and Rumi twitches at the obscene moan Zoey lets out as she grinds down on her. It’s slick and messy, and Rumi pants harshly as she feels Zoey’s swollen clit bumping against her cockhead again and again.
“M-More… don’t stop—ah, a-ah, fuck—Zoey!”
“W-Wait, let me—” Zoey interrupts herself to lean forward, her eyes focused on Rumi’s horns as she draws closer. Her tongue flicks out, lapping along the base of Rumi’s horns. The reaction is immediate—a sharp hiss before a throaty moan pours out of Rumi, her eyes blown wide as stark pleasure blooms across her senses. It’s a visceral kind of pleasure, and Zoey moans against Rumi’s forehead, the sweet vibration carrying up Rumi’s horns in a dizzying rush of pleasure.
Rumi jerks in place like someone electrocuted her, her hips bucking and her tail slapping atop the bed in a series of thump thump thumps. “O-Oh, god! Zoey—” A whine escapes Rumi, high-pitched and shrill as sensitivity batters at herself.
With a smirk, Zoey keeps her mouth on Rumi’s horns, kissing and licking the base of them, moaning against the firm appendages whenever she feels Rumi’s cock twitching in reaction. Her hips grind down, faltering from time to time when the pleasure spikes with every rub of those ridges against her sensitive clit.
“You’re so… fuck, Rumi!” A curse slips out of Zoey as she grabs Rumi’s cock and sinks back down on that thick tip, whimpering and moaning as she’s stretched out once more. The feeling of being so intimately connected has both them shivering, clinging to each other as jolts of pleasure rush through their sensitive bodies.
“So big… filling me up—hah… ngh—s-so good!”
“Feels good, Zo… you’re perfect.”
“Stop sweet-talking me, unnie.” Zoey whines as she pants harshly. She puts her hands back on Rumi’s horns, stroking them in retaliation. “I-I’m gonna come again if you… d-don’t stop—fuck!”
“Then do it. Come on my—s-shit—on me again. Make a mess—you know I love it when you do.”
“C-Charmer… hah, I’m already c-close!” Zoey huffs as she starts bouncing on Rumi’s cock, her mouth dropping open as her eyes screw shut, whimpering loudly as she rides that thick cock. She shudders as she takes that thickness inside, mewling at the rough drag of those ridges against her walls, and outright shrieking as she slams back down on Rumi’s shaft. Every bounce has that tip smacking deep inside of her, and riding Rumi like this has that cock pumping deeper inside of her. Her body thrums with pleasure, her head a mess of debauchery and gratification that leaves her a ruin.
“Come with me… yeah, just like—”
“Right there! There—please, oh, god, Rumi!”
“Z-Zoey, oh, fuuu—”
They collapse into each other, hands clinging to each other’s horns and shoulders, claws dragging down the soft skin, screaming and moaning as they tremble in the face of shared pleasure. It’s raw and intimate, a sensual coupling where they only have eyes for each other. Wetness gushes between their legs, splashing against clenching walls, a slow leak of creamy white that smears along their inner thighs.
Stars burst behind Zoey’s eyelids as she sobs out a moan, trembling like a leaf as pleasure slams into her again and again until she’s weak and pliant. Her body drifts on each wave, lost in the rapture that consumes her. She feels Rumi beneath her, inside of her, embracing her as her lover experiences a similar shattering.
“T-Too much…!” Rumi’s strained voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, and Zoey drops her hands from those horns like it’s scorching hot. She runs her palms down Rumi’s chest in the form of an apology, tender caresses to ground them as they drift down from their high.
Aftershocks roll through Zoey, making her shiver and lean closer towards Rumi, drawn to her lover’s body heat like a moth to a flame. She tucks her face into Rumi’s neck, sighing softly as an arm wraps around her back, pulling her closer. Affection warms her chest, and Zoey murmurs sweet nothings to Rumi’s ear as they lie there together, basking in the afterglow.
“I love you. God, I love you so much.”
Rumi hums happily as she presses a kiss to Zoey’s forehead, her temple, and then her lips. She tucks Zoey back into her neck, content to stroke Zoey's back in slow repetitions. Every touch holding her affection for the woman in her arms. “I love you too, Zo.”