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“Alright, let’s pack it up and head home. Be ready for work tomorrow.”

Robert’s buzzkill proclamation went over about as well as he expected, with pretty much every member of the Z-Team looking at him like he’d just put them under arrest.

“Okay, Dad. Fuckin’ lame-ass.”

“S’only 3 A.M., lad. Night’s still young.”

“There is still plenty for us to bond over.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Robert glanced at Invisigal, who merely put up her hands in deference, as if saying “this is all you, bud.” Robert rolled his eyes, but soldiered on ahead, looking upon the gathering of converted supervillains like a chaperone tasked with herding together a group of unruly children. If the direct appeal wouldn’t work, debasing himself probably would.

“Alright, well, I’m tired, so I’m heading home,” Robert declared. “See you all bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Aaaah, there it is, he’s tapping out ‘cause he’s sleepy. Puss.”

“I - I - we, uh - sleep - tired is good - probably. Sleep’s ideal. Yeah.”

“Whatever.”

“Oi, hold it there, Robbie,” Malevola called out, hopping off the retaining wall where she’d been sitting to cut Robert off before he could get too far. “Pretty tough neighborhood to walk through alone at night, yeah? Lemme portal you over, s’quicker that way.”

A more naïve man would simply assume that Malevola was making the offer out of the kindness of her heart. Robert, however, knew this group of would-be bastards far too well to make that mistake, and he considered Malevola’s offer with a healthy degree of skepticism. It hadn’t escaped his attention that the half-demoness had been scoping him out all night following their explosive ejection from Sardines, and while the attention was appreciated at a base level, the intensity of it made Robert somewhat uneasy. That it was now being followed up by such a direct offer further raised his suspicions, though he conceded that doing so in full view of the rest of the team would be foolish if Malevola had ill intent.

“You know what? Sure. I’d appreciate it.”

Malevola grinned. “Wicked. Let’s roll.”

Opening a portal, she stepped aside and gestured to it, encouraging Robert to step through. Approaching it, he caught a glimpse of Invisigal, a look of concerning unease on her face. The rest of the Z-Team also seemed rather interested in the proceedings even as they cleaned up and prepared to go their separate ways, and the level of attention on him further plucked at that knot of suspicion in Robert’s stomach. Still, he wanted to be an accommodating, encouraging leader, and so he followed through, stepping through the portal Malevola generated, finding himself somewhere quite dark on the other end. Behind him, a couple members of the Z-Team had some choice words for him.

“Oh he’s so dead,” Prism remarked, shaking her head. “R.I.P.! He’s fucked!”

“Good luck, lad,” Punch Up offered, his voice strangely grave. 

It dawned on him, too late, in that moment. Robert figured that the fight, and the subsequent housing of several tacos, would have sobered him up enough for his judgment to remain unimpaired, but clearly it hadn’t been enough. Or maybe it was the concussion from being slammed into every wall of that damn bar over the course of the fight. Either way, as the portal closed, and he was plunged into darkness, Robert came to realize one very, very important detail about Malevola’s generous offer.

She didn’t know where he lived.

The towering red menace emerged through a fresh portal moments later, and before Robert could say anything or even react to her arrival, she lunged forward and slammed him against the wall behind him, balling up the front of his shirt in her hand. The harsh act further scrambled Robert’s brain, stars spinning cartoonishly around his head as Malevola stared him down, her amber eyes glowing in the darkness, narrowed and focused. Then, just as Robert began to really fear for his life, the red-skinned woman leaned in and smashed her lips against his, knocking him back against the wall once more.

Malevola’s sudden act caught Robert completely off-guard, his jaw slacking open as she engulfed him, and Robert was soon treated to the taste of Malevola’s long, forked tongue, warm and smoky, invading his mouth and wriggling around inside it. Regaining his bearings, Robert attempted to push the half-demoness back and break free from her, but her size was too much for him to compete with, and he remained pinned between her and the wall behind him as Malevola took what she wanted of the dispatcher. Her hands wandered across his body as they kissed, feeling along his chest, squeezing his sides, groping his ass, cupping his crotch, and each increasingly invasive touch turned up the heat growing in Robert’s abdomen, overwhelming him.

When Malevola finally broke off and pulled back, she pinched Robert’s lower lip between her sharp canines, pricking it and drawing blood. A thin line of saliva kept the two connected until Robert frantically wiped his mouth, groaning at the sight of his own blood, acutely aware that it was pooling elsewhere in his body in the moment.

“Malevola, what the fuck,” Robert snapped, leering up at the red-skinned woman looming over him. “Where did you take me? And what the fuck do you think you’re doing right now?”

Her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head to the side a little. “Prepping to fuck you? What’s it look like, man? Though, based on that tent you’re pitchin’, think you already knew the answer to that one.”

“Ugh,” Robert groaned, at first embarrassed at the callout, then growing indignant over how it was all happening. “This is ridiculous. Completely inappropriate. You fucking kidnapped me!”

“Oh, stop worrying about that,” Malevola sighed, rolling her eyes and waving him off. “We’re just at my apartment. S’not like I portaled you to some fuckin’ snuff dungeon or some shit. Though, there are some pretty dangerous implements in here...”

Robert found himself quite unimpressed by the crimson woman’s usual banter, and he crossed his arms, irritated.

“Send me home, Malevola. Now.”

“God you’re such a fucking boy scout,” Malevola replied, resting a hand on her hip. “We’re all buds now, Robbie. That means some of us can engage in a bit of skinship, yeah? So loosen up and c’mere.”

“That’s obviously not what I - mmmmmph -”

Malevola pressed herself against Robert again, cupping his face in her hands and pressing her mouth to his. He was more prepared this time, but still she was able to effortlessly cut through his defenses, tonguing his mouth and nibbling his lower lip. She brought her knee up between his legs, grinding her thigh against his bulge, and Robert could feel himself losing that battle too, his unintended arousal clear as day to the half-demoness wrapping herself around him. If there was any chance of him getting out of this, cutting things off before they went too far, it had to be now.

> [Stand your ground]                               > [Give in]

Frankly, Robert didn’t see a way out of this one. Malevola was eager, determined, and practiced. Even if he could manage to escape her grasp, he had no idea where the hell he really was, and getting home would be a nightmare. And, well, she was a great kisser. He’d hoped to be more of a professional than this, but Robert salved that wound with the rationalization that Malevola was initiating, that he had no choice in the matter. Sort of.

“Mmmnnnhhhfffine, fine, alright,” Robert proclaimed as Malevola broke off from him again, the two of them panting, sharing each other’s breath in the narrow space between them. “Alright, look - just - just for tonight. Just once. Deal?”

Malevola pursed her lips, then shrugged. “Good enough.”

Having compromised himself fully now, Robert’s reservations faded, and he initiated the next round of sloppy, hungry kissing, leaning forward to catch Malevola and press the issue himself. She chuckled into his mouth, cheekily acquiescing to his attempts to lead, swirling her tongue around his as Robert explored her mouth. He brushed his tongue against her sharp canines, then the matching pair on her jaw, so finely pointed that he nearly slashed his tongue open on them when he pulled back. 

Robert allowed his hands to do some wandering of their own, caressing Malevola’s muscular back, squeezing her tighter to his chest. He ran his fingers along her massive shoulder blades, slid further down to cup her firm ass, pressed himself against her to feel the squish of her breasts on his chest, fencing with her tongue all the while. As Malevola rutted against his leg, Robert felt something firming up in the half-demoness’s shorts, and his eyebrows rose in surprise at the feeling, reciprocating Malevola’s prior work on him. 

“Nnnhhhh, hoo, careful there mate,” Malevola breathed, pressing her thumbs to Robert’s cheeks. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself now. Haven’t made the, ah, disclosure yet.”

Robert’s eyes flicked down at Malevola’s crotch for the briefest of moments before returning to her eyes, and he felt a pressure in the back of his mind to make himself clear.

“Listen, I don’t mind,” he said, speaking faster than he intended. “Doesn’t matter to me what you’ve got down there. So, uh, don’t - don’t worry about it?”

The sheer awkwardness of his proclamation threw Malevola off her game, and she merely stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded, before breaking into a hearty laugh, disengaging with Robert and doubling over a little.

“An advocate and an ally,” Malevola proclaimed, tearing up from the intensity of her laughter. “Mecha Man really can do it all.”

“Alright,” Robert grumbled, embarrassed. “Just open up a portal to the bay and let me -”

“No, no, no,” Malevola interrupted, bringing her fingers to Robert’s chin and taking hold of it, leaning down to smirk at her dispatcher. “Ain’t that easy to fumble me, Robbie.”

“What a relief.”

“Shut it.”

Backing up again, Malevola reached to her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them, but keeping them pulled up at her hips. Glancing at her crotch, Robert realized that the bulge he’d felt previously had grown substantially, protruding obstinately outwards in a way that laid bare Malevola’s arousal while also bringing up new questions, namely just how much she might be packing.

“Y’got me all hot and heavy now, so you ain’t goin’ anywhere till we’re done,” Malevola proclaimed. “That said, may as well make the big reveal…”

The shorts dropped to the ground, Malevola pulled aside the crotch of her body suit, and Robert watched in awe as out sprung several inches of thick, veiny, dark red meat. At the base was a sheath, paired underneath with two big, heavy balls that hung prominently between Malevola’s thighs. Out of that sheath protruded her penis, steadily growing out after a few seconds to what Robert figured - hoped, maybe - was its full length, drooping a little from its own weight. It was an absolute monolith, thicker than his forearm and just as long, with a blunt, flared, vaguely heart-shaped tip.

Malevola’s big reveal left Robert speechless. He’d expected some length, based on how big the half-demoness was all around, but the shape both fascinated him and freaked him out. Shame on him, he supposed, for expecting something a little more human from her, but the sight of it struck Robert dumb, able only to gape at the massive prick pointed at him. Malevola, fortunately, seemed unperturbed by Robert’s gawking and sudden bout of muteness. She gripped the side of her shaft, sharp nails indenting against deep red flesh, and lifted it up a little, smirking.

“Like what ya see, eh?” she teased, her forked tongue flicking out. “S’okay to be starstruck, most people are when they see it for the first time. Once, I whipped it out, and the fucker fainted on the spot, ha! Had to drag him through a portal and leave him at the bar I picked him up from, tried to call me a bunch afterwards, left him on read, all that shit.”

Blinking, Robert shook his head as he registered Malevola’s words. Say something, say something.

            > “I’ve seen bigger.”                       > “Nope, I’m out. Send me home.”

> “How the hell were you hiding that?”

“What d’ya mean by that, Robbie?” Malevola prodded, narrowing her eyes.

“Like yeah, it’s - it’s really fucking big. But how the fuck do you keep that thing tucked away in those shorts? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, like, balls out all the time?”

“Classy.”

“Don’t act like it’s a stupid question.”

“I tuck.”

“Where?”

Malevola brought a finger to her lips.

“A gal never tells.”

“Christ. Portal me out of here.”

“Enough with that,” Malevola grunted, pushing Robert back against the wall, pinning her cock between his chest and her abdomen. “I wanna fuck ya, alright? You already agreed. So let’s cut the bullshit and get to it already.”

“Fine,” Robert said, glancing down at the tip of Malevola’s cock, nearly poking against his chin, “but you know that thing’s not going in me, right? No fucking way.”

“‘Course not,” Malevola sighed, reaching down to press the pad of her index finger against the tip, pre-cum already beading out. “S’not a human on this damn planet that can take it.”

She furrowed her brow, the corners of her mouth tugging downwards.

“Here’s a life lesson: being hung ain’t always all it’s cracked up to be, Robbie.”

For all of Malevola’s usual gusto and sarcasm, there was a note of something else in her voice, rather like…melancholy, or maybe frustration. The muted reaction gave Robert pause, his eyes still focused on the throbbing, pulsing shaft pointed up at his face, hot on his skin even through his shirt. No, he wouldn’t be sacrificing the integrity and general intactness of his innards tonight, but Robert had plenty of other techniques to deploy on the towering half-demoness and the massive obelisk between her legs.

 > [Offer to use toys]                       > [Use your hands]

> [Go all in]

“Alright, back up.”

Malevola raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but did as he asked, shuffling back and freeing Robert from the vise grip of the wall behind him and her massive body in front of him. He took a moment to breathe freely, glancing across Malevola’s form from head to toe, then stepped forward and placed a hand on her cock, bringing his other to her face to pull her into another kiss. Taken aback by Robert’s forwardness, Malevola snorted with amusement into his mouth, but went along with him all the same, her massive meat throbbing in his grip as he, with some effort, stroked her up and down, his fingers sinking into the firm tissue of her shaft.

“Pretty good kisser, gotta say,” Malevola murmured, unable to suppress a smirk, when Robert broke away from her. He ignored her jabs, his eyes drifting down to her dick in his hand. This wouldn’t do - his fingers barely circled even half of her circumference. It was a two-hand job at minimum, and though it embarrassed Robert to do so, he found himself dropping to his knees, ending up with Malevola’s cock pointed at his face at eye level. Here, he took her in both hands and resuming stroking, his lips finding the deep crimson skin of her thighs and planting soft, drooling kisses all over her.

“Mmmmm…yeah, yeah, that’s choice, keep that up…”

Malevola’s lips parted, and she began to pant, worked up by the sight of Robert kneeling in front of her, planting kisses all around her crotch. Having thoroughly covered the skin surrounding her rod in kisses and saliva while still stroking it with both hands, Robert hesitated as he turned his focus to the prize between the crimson woman’s legs. He gulped, steeling his resolve, lifted Malevola’s cock so that the tip pointed straight upwards, and then dove in, pressing his lips directly to the underside of Malevola’s massive meat, in the space between where her shaft met her pelvis and where her balls hung, already coated in sweat and musk from their warm-ups earlier.

The half-demoness let out another gasp of arousal in response, her cock twitching in excitement as Robert began to trace a path of subsequent kisses from base to tip, traveling along her thick, prominent urethra, crisscrossed with equally sizable veins working extra hard to keep Malevola erect. She peered around her own length observe him, eyes wide with excitement, lips curled into that same self-serving smirk as before. 

“Really got in there, huh?” Malevola teased, suppressing a chuckle. “Guess ya play for both sides after all.”

Robert only grunted in response, annoyed by the Z-Team member’s teasing, keeping his focus on the task at hand before him. His tongue slipped out from between his lips, dragging along the underside of Malevola’s cock, traversing the long road between her balls and her tip, a trail of glistening saliva left in his wake. By this point, she was fully invested, her eyes growing half-lidded as Robert lashed across her shaft with his tongue. Pre-cum began to dribble in big, thick beads from her tip, rolling down to the pointed bottom end of her flared head and dripping onto Robert’s face. The leakage made him wince in annoyance, but he powered through it all the same, determined to give Malevola all that she so desperately wanted from him. 

At least she’s finally shut the fuck up for a minute.

Malevola’s thighs flexed and clenched as she shifted her weight between her feet, her hands reaching down to tease into Robert’s hair as he licked and kissed all over her throbbing, eager cock. He’d gotten himself plenty worked up by now, too, pitching a prominent tent in his pants that made Malevola chuckle to herself when she saw it. For the most part, however, the half-demoness seemed utterly taken in by Robert’s ministrations, her cheeks flushing a deep, heavy crimson, jaw slacking open and panting out her arousal, little puffs of smoke floating out of her mouth. She hunched over Robert, awash in pleasure, her nipples poking prominently through her sheer body suit, dick draped across his face, hips rocking back and forth to increase the friction between his mouth and her shaft.

For all the ways in which Robert found himself extremely annoyed that he’d been tricked into this situation, he always gleaned a sense of satisfaction from pleasuring a partner, and the flash of vulnerability Malevola had shown him when she first exposed herself burned bright in his mind, spurring him to give her the best head she’d ever received. He wouldn’t be reduced to just another funny anecdote, not if he could help it. 

“Fuck…fuuuuuuuck…” Malevola groaned, her eyes appearing to almost cross as she leaned back, overtaken by a fresh wave of pleasure. “Where’d you learn to spit-shine a pecker like this, Robbie…y’got a boyfriend back home you haven’t told us about?”

             > “I’ve been around the block a couple times.”                              > “If I did, none of you weirdos would ever know.”

> [Silence]

“Still so prickly, eh…” Malevola sighed, shaking her head, legs still shuddering from Robert’s ministrations. “Alright, alright, shimmy back, that’s enough.”

Malevola put a hand on Robert’s shoulder and pushed him back and off of her, and he relented, confused. She didn’t seem even remotely close to climax - had she gotten bored of it? Robert hoped so, for the sake of his sleep schedule, but he did a little bit of prodding all the same, unable to help himself.

“Hey, listen, if it was that bad, you can just tell - oof!?”

Robert was interrupted by Malevola suddenly reaching down and grabbing him by the front of his shirt, lifting him up to eye level, then tossing him rather roughly over her shoulder. She wrapped her right arm around his waist afterwards to secure him in place, and turned to strut down the hallway. Facing the opposite way, all Robert could see was the darkness of the hall in retreat, and he gulped, having a fairly strong inkling of where Malevola was taking him. She was surprisingly unsteady on her feet, nearly stumbling right into the wall on a couple of occasions, and she eventually kicked her shoes off, Robert watching them fly backwards down the hallway.

“Fuckin’ thing’s such a pain in the arse,” Malevola grumbled, and Robert realized that she must have been talking about her still-hard cock, swaying with surprising force from side to side as she walked.

Malevola swung open a door at the end of the hallway and dumped Robert like a sack of potatoes, tossing him onto what he found to be a satisfyingly soft, plush bed. Leaning up into a sitting position, he watched, his own manhood twitching in his pants, as Malevola stripped off what little clothing she still had on, tugging down the straps of her body suit, shimmying it down to her waist, and sliding it fully off, stepping out of the garment afterwards. Presenting her fully naked form to the man who was supposed to be her supervisor at SDN, Malevola propped a hand on her hip and smirked, gesturing at Robert with the other. 

“Your turn, boss,” Malevola declared. “Strip and show me the goods.”

Robert rolled off the bed and rose to his feet to comply, a little miffed at being bossed around so gruffly. He untucked his dress shirt and quickly unbuttoned it, discarding both it and his undershirt before moving on to his pants. The sultry seductress standing before him looked particularly interested in this step, and she licked her lips with anticipation as Robert undid his belt and unzipped his pants, sucking in a quiet little gasp when his cock sprang free of its khaki prison, standing hard and proud between his legs. 

“That’s the stuff,” Malevola purred. “Knew you were packin’ some inches, Robbie. Not as much as me, ‘course, but no one ever is.”

She stepped forward, cupping Robert’s face in her hand, and pulled him into another kiss, her forked tongue slipping between his teeth to lick along his own. He jumped when he felt the end of her tail brush against his cock, and groaned into her mouth when she wrapped it around his shaft, jerking and pumping in short, quick motions while she kept her tongue stuffed in his mouth. Robert gasped when Malevola broke away from him, his hands reaching out to clasp at her arms to keep himself steady while she tugged him with her tail. She brought her lips to his neck, and his eyes fluttered shut, head rolling back to allow her to mark him as she saw fit once more. 

“Fuuuuck…” Robert groaned, his throat vibrating against Malevola’s lips as she kissed across his neck. Her tail retreated, and she replaced the work on his cock with her hand instead, her long, sharp nails grazing across sensitive skin as she stroked him.

“How’s that feel?” Malevola breathed into Robert’s ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Y’ready for the main event?”

Wrapped up in the half-demoness’s devilish work, all Robert could do was nod, and Malevola smiled with smug satisfaction. Splitting off from him again, Malevola pushed past Robert to climb onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours, her ass pointed directly at Robert, her huge cock and heavy, swollen balls hanging underneath between her legs. Peering back over her shoulder at him, Malevola reached back with one hand to clutch at her ass cheek, spreading herself open and presenting Robert with her backdoor.

“Come on, then,” Malevola teased. “Dive in.”

He didn’t, not right away - Robert stared at the puckering ring Malevola pointed in his direction, unsure of how exactly to proceed. His cock, twitching between his thighs, felt as though it was begging him to simply pounce of her, shove his way inside, do the deed, and get out. Something else in Robert, though, whispered in his ear, slithering and seductive, imploring him to take his time, to enjoy the thrill of commitment-free sex with one of his hottest subordinates. 

Live a little, Robertson. Enjoy it.

> [Do as she says]                               > [Prep her first]

And thus, when Robert clambered onto the bed behind Malevola, it wasn’t his cock that met her tight, dark crimson asshole, but his tongue, earning him a yelp of surprise from the red beauty as she rocked forward instinctively, taken aback by the unexpected wetness of the implement attempting to penetrate her. 

“O - Oi, Robbie, when I said ‘dive in,’ it was a fuckin’ figure of speeeeeeeaaaah -”

Uninterested in Malevola’s sass, Robert shut her up with a quick, firm squeeze of her balls, reducing the half-demoness to a panting mess as he firmly, aggressively licked around the puckered muscle, pressed his lips to it, flattened his tongue against the middle. He kept his hands busy in front of him, one fondling Malevola’s plump sack while the other caressed along what he could reach of her shaft, roughly from the medial ring to the base. It took a surprising amount of coordination, to keep himself all aligned as he worked Malevola over on three fronts, but the reward of hearing her grunt and moan out her pleasure was more than worth the effort.

“Oh Christ that feels good,” Malevola gasped out, hanging her head down to glance at Robert behind her, having to crane her neck to see past her own package. “Fuuuuuck, where’d you learn to do all that with your mouth, damn…”

The prickly woman’s praise spurred Robert on just like it had before, and he could feel what little remained of his reservation fading away. He pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against Malevola’s entrance, and smirked around her ring as she let out a steadily rising groan of pleasure from the impending intrusion, punctuated by a gasp and sultry moan when he finally broke through. Malevola’s interior was unfathomably warm, the heat radiating through Robert’s tongue and back into his mouth, sweat beading on his forehead as he remained connected to her backdoor nonetheless. Shifting his focus solely to his oral work, Robert clutched Malevola’s big, plump ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks so as to push himself deeper in. 

Malevola’s knees shook as Robert rimmed her, bunches of the sheets below balled up in her hands. He couldn’t get his tongue more than an inch or two inside, but that was more than enough to stir up the half-demoness. Her cock twitched and throbbed with every flex of Robert’s tongue inside her, chest heaving, sweat pouring off of both their bodies while Robert kept up his intense final stage of foreplay on Malevola. For a little while, it seemed almost like she would let him eat her out to completion, but she finally threw a hand back to press against Robert’s forehead, shoving him away from her spit-slicked asshole, flowering open and inviting Robert back in.

“Haaaahh…haaaaahhhh…enough fuckin’ around, Robbie…” Malevola declared. “S’time to fuck me, got it? Use that fuckin’ tool and gimme what I want.”

   > [Give her what she wants]                                  > [Tease her a little more]

> [Disengage]

Resting his hands on Malevola’s back to keep himself balanced, Robert adjusted himself to rise up to a kneeling position, lining himself up with her rear entrance. Pre-cum dribbled steadily from his tip, beading and dripping down onto Malevola’s deep crimson backdoor, tucked so neatly between her plump asscheeks, and Robert used it to tease her a moment longer, pressing the underside of his shaft against Malevola’s entrance and rutting against her.

“Oi, oi, what’d I just say?” Malevola snapped, running out of patience. “What do I have to do, beg you, you fuckin’ shitter? Fuck me already.”

“Alright, alright…”

This time, Robert played it straight - taking hold of his shaft, he pressed his tip firmly against Malevola’s backdoor, and groaned when he broke the plane, sinking a few inches of length into the half-demoness’s tight, burning tunnel on the first go. He’d heard plenty of Malevola’s moans and various other verbal expressions of arousal before, but the one that forced it way out of her when he successfully penetrated her was like no other - strained, high-pitched, and full-throated. 

“Oooooooh fuck, fuck, fuck…” Malevola hissed through gritted teeth. “Been a bit since I last did this, tighter than I thought…unghhh…”

Malevola wasn’t the only one forced to adjust to an unexpected sensation. Robert nearly collapsed on top of her when she clenched around his cock, so strongly that it felt like she was trying to tear it right off his body. He sunk several inches into her backdoor on the first go, and steadily fucked himself forward, drawing back only an inch or so each time, until his hips finally met her meaty asscheeks, bottoming out in the half-demoness’s rear end. The all-encompassing feeling of being engulfed by Malevola’s unfathomably tight tunnel gave Robert a lightheaded feeling, wobbling on his knees a little, but he braced himself against her with his hands on her lower back, keeping himself upright in order to draw back out again.

Pulling out of her backdoor after bottoming out felt rather like tugging the sword from the stone. Malevola’s puckered ring fought against the drawing back of Robert’s hips every step of the way, drawing the process out and turning it into much more of a game of endurance than he’d expected it to be. He was finally granted a bit of reprieve when only his tip remained inside her, taking several long, much-needed moments to collect himself before plunging back in.

“Fuuuuuuuck, that thing’s a lot thicker than it looks when it’s churnin’ up my guts…” Malevola groaned, spreading her elbows to rest her forehead and chest on the bed. “Feels like I’m shittin’ out a monster…”

“Don’t - don’t describe it like that…” Robert hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into the half-demoness’s ample ass as he fought to find a rhythm. The friction was still astronomical, and the heat of Malevola’s core felt rather like he was immersing himself in a furnace cock-first, but Robert pushed through, slowly and steadily building up into a consistent back-and-forth. The air around the pair, already filled with Robert’s panting and Malevola’s gruff moaning, soon received the rhythmic smacking of skin on skin as well, a steady plap, plap, plap rising in volume as Robert settled into a comfortable pace.

“Harder, Robbie, harder,” Malevola commanded, glaring over her shoulder, challenging Robert. “You’re stretchin’ me real good, but where’s the damn impact? Honestly, man, m’not made of glass, put your fuckin’ back into it!”

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Robert sped up, crashing his hips into Malevola hard enough to buck her forward a little bit each time. Cackling with satisfaction, the mischievous devil woman braced her hand against the headboard to fortify her base and halt her forward movement, shaking her hips from side to side as Robert fucked her, every impact sending a ripple across her ass cheeks. Seeking a firmer grip, he reached up to take hold of one of Malevola’s horns, only to be brusquely knocked away the moment his fingers grazed it, met with a firmer glare from the woman underneath him.

“Oi, hands off the hardware,” Malevola warned.

“Thought you wanted it rougher,” Robert countered, to which Malevola smirked.

“Handles’re more of a third date thing, Robbie,” she crowed, running her tongue along her fangs. “Gotta earn ‘em, yeah?”

“Pain in the ass…”

“S’the idea, yeah - oohhhh, right there, right there -”

The half-demon nightmare of a woman groaned as she sprawled out on the bed before Robert, fire and brimstone temporarily traded in for gasps and grunts of pleasure. Malevola’s already-impressive figure captivated Robert at this angle, the vast red expanse of her wide, muscular back popping against her staid black sheets, steadily being stained with drool and pre and glistening in the dull light of Malevola’s bedroom. Robert hunched over to reach more of her, slipping his hands down and underneath her chest to grope at her breasts, pressing his lips to those rippling, sinewy muscles just underneath the skin, timing each one to pair nicely with another thrust of his hips, another clash of his pelvis against her plumply padded rear. 

A siren song wormed its way into Robert’s ear as he fucked Malevola, seducing him into enjoying, even loving the tightness of her asshole around his cock, the heat radiating out of her and into him, the way her voice slipped into an upper register for a moment whenever he jabbed forward at an awkward angle. The way her toes curled along with her fingers, the way she bit the pillow underneath her to keep from screaming out in raw pleasure, the way she began to buck her own hips back against Robert’s, as if impatient about his pace and wanting more, more, more, faster, faster, faster. He tried to meet the unspoken expectations, even daring to take hold of Malevola’s tail to use for leverage to fuck harder into her. 

“H - Hey, what’d I just fuckin’ say about the hardware, man, can’t just grip me up like I’m some fuckin’ doooaaaaahhhhn -”

Call him insensitive, but Robert was long past the point of tolerating Malevola’s needling. She was still panting and moaning like crazy underneath him, no matter what he did, and Robert would do no less than relish in the feeling of topping Malevola like this, due payback for all of her lip and her sass, recompense for the times she’d undermined his authority early in their professional relationship. Now that there was truly no way back from here, Robert decided that he would simply fuck out all of his grievances, and that the two of them could simply start fresh on Monday with all demons exorcised.

There was another factor to the proceedings, though, one that Robert could feel knocking against his sack on every thrust into Malevola’s big, puckered asshole. Each bump of his hips against hers brought with it the heft and momentum of Malevola’s big, heavy nuts slapping against his own, and the reminder of the half-demoness’s other sword, throbbing and twitching underneath her as Robert relentlessly fucked her ass. Just picturing it made Robert sweat a little bit more, biting his lip over the thought of seeing it pulse underneath him with every thrust into Malevola’s guts, pre-cum pouring from the tip and pooling onto her chest.

This woman has really fucked me up.

But just picturing it wasn’t enough. 

Should I…?

> [Keep fucking her like this]                                          > [Yank her upright]       

> [Flip her over]

Malevola crowed in confusion when she felt Robert pull out of her, peering over her shoulder at him with irritation clear in her eyes.

“Oi, Robbie, you pull a muscle back there or what? What’s the hold-up - ack!”

He could have been a little nicer about it, or at least given the half-demoness a heads-up before grabbing her hip and pulling, but Robert figured it was easier to show rather than tell. The act of flipping over a woman as big and strong as Malevola was quite the task, but Robert rose to the occasion, managing to flatten her out on her back after a groan of effort to tug her onto her side. That massive, obscene cock slapped against her abdomen when she flopped back onto the bed, legs spread wide open, hands on either side of her head, her amber eyes glowing with both anger and amusement at the sudden reversal.

“Someone’s gettin’ bold, tossin’ me over like a flapjack in the pan,” Malevola commented, smirking. “Wanted to look me in the eyes that bad while you stick me? Fuckin’ freak.”

“Thanks,” Robert grumbled, paying more attention to the task at hand than the half-demoness’s ribbing. He had to heft her balls out of the way to uncover her winking asshole, and the weight of them on his shaft while he positioned himself at Malevola’s entrance was a novel feeling. Her massive meat pulsed when Robert pressed his tip up against Malevola’s asshole, and her lips parted, tongue flicking out in excitement as he plunged back into her.

“Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck…” Malevola groaned as Robert invaded her backdoor once more, her eyes appearing to roll back as Robert’s hips met her own on the first stroke. Having already warmed up, he wasted no time in finding his rhythm again, picking back up to full speed within just a few moments, eagerly watching the way Malevola’s various assets bounced with each knock of his hips against hers.

Taking Malevola in this position posed fresh challenges. Much as Robert had wanted to see his subordinate’s cock draped across her abdomen and pouring pre-cum all over herself, the sheer size of her balls was proving to be an obstacle. He basically had to keep one hand on her sack at all times to avoid pinching it between his pelvis and Malevola’s, limiting the amount of exploration he could engage in with his hands. Robert did what he could regardless, greedily groping at Malevola’s breasts as he fucked her, running his palm along her washboard abs underneath her shaft, sinking his fingers into one of her tree trunk thighs and pinning her leg to his chest. 

There was an intimacy to taking Malevola like this that Robert hadn’t considered. He stared into her eyes as he pounded into her, bearing witness to every little micro-expression she made as his cock scraped against her inner walls, the furrowing of her brow, the twitch of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils. She was clearly trying to save face a little by muting her reactions, but it was clear nonetheless that Robert’s technique was working wonders on the half-demoness laid out before him. Like when he was working her over with his mouth, it was a point of pride to lather pleasure all over his partner, and that hard work was paying off with Malevola. 

“Oi, oi, Robbie, c’mere,” Malevola barked, panting her way through each word of her command. Robert hunched over her, careful not to squish her balls between his abdomen and hers, and let out a muffled grunt of surprise when Malevola slipped her hand around the back of his neck and tugged him into a long, passionate kiss, her wild tongue asserting complete dominance over Robert’s own, practically stuffing down his throat and nearly clogging up his airway before she retreated. She pressed his forehead to hers after, staring deep into Robert’s eyes, her smoky breath funneling straight into his mouth.

“S’the best lay I’ve had in years, mate,” she breathed, like she was bringing Robert in on a conspiracy. “Visi’s gonna be a real lucky gal when you finally grow the balls to confess, ha!”

The mention of Invisigal jabbed at Robert, and he quickly brought a hand to Malevola’s mouth to shut her up, rolling his eyes when he felt her laughing into his palm. Annoyed, he threw caution to the wind and picked up the pace, leveraging his shoulders to fold Malevola at the waist and practically bring her knees up to her head. The adjusted position nearly brought the tip of Malevola’s cock in contact with her face, and even she looked a little surprised at her flexibility. 

“Unhh, uhhh, aaahh, haaah, uhnn, mmmhh, hahhh, aaahhn, unhhh,” Malevola panted, still obstructed by Robert’s hand. She was clearly close now, an evening of edging having taken its toll on her, and now all that was left was for Robert to do was carry them both to the finish line. He spread his legs further to create a more solid base to work from, and relentlessly pistoned into the devilish woman’s tight, burning asshole, determined to pound her fully into submission. Malevola helped herself along by clutching her huge cock with both hands, furiously stroking up and down in time with Robert’s aggressive thrusts. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Robbie, it’s so fucking good, fuck - I’m almost - I’m right there - fuuuuuuuuuck -”

Malevola’s asshole clenched unbelievably tightly around Robert’s cock, and then, all at once, her climax hit, heralded by a scream of pure ecstasy from the crimson half-demoness sprawled out underneath him. The first shot fired out of Malevola’s cock like a bullet, arcing straight past her face to splat against the headboard ahead of both of them, so fast and hard that Robert figured he would have lost an eye if it caught him at the wrong angle. The next several ropes burst out with less intensity, though they were still long and thick enough that Malevola caught her own face in the blast, shooting several streaks of cum all over herself, her balls pulsing and contracting with each heavy string of spunk forced out of them. By the time her orgasm subsided, Malevola’s face and breasts were thoroughly coated in her own seed, a small pool of it collecting just underneath her breasts where her tip laid, utterly spent.

The initial burst of Malevola’s orgasm nearly forced Robert over the edge himself, but he endured through the spasming clenches of her asshole with every rope of cum fired from her cock, fucking the half-demoness straight through her climax and emerging on the other side ready for his own. He surveyed the landscape before him, mulling over the benefits of adding his load to any given part of Malevola’s body, weighing that against the raw, instinctual appeal of simply cumming inside her. Malevola, it seemed, was too orgasm-addled to weigh in, and so the decision fell to Robert alone, as he fought through his pre-orgasm fog to make the call.

 > [Cum on her cock]                                   > [Cum on her face]

> [Cum inside her]

Pulling back and out of Malevola, Robert just barely managed to grab hold of his dick and aim before he erupted. Like the satisfied crimson half-demoness underneath him, Robert’s first shot was long, thick, and quick, painting a clean line from the tip of Malevola’s cock all the way to the base, a pearly white strip of hot glue that Robert quickly added to with subsequent ropes, crisscrossing across Malevola’s shaft and fully coating it in his spunk, making sure to dribble the last dregs of it onto her balls before he was done.

It took every last bit of effort Robert had not to simply collapse forward onto Malevola, and he instead redirected to flop next to her, landing on her left arm, which she curled around his waist to tug him towards her. He laid his head on Malevola’s breast, catching his breath, grimacing at the distinctly sticky sensation on the right side of his head, and the pair laid there in silence while they recovered, the only sounds being their quiet, even breathing.

“Well I’ll be, Robbie,” Malevola finally offered, after a few minutes. “Y’really can fuck like a right proper animal. I owe Coupé thirty bucks for that.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Robert replied. 

“Made a real mess all over my cock, too,” Malevola continued, scooping up a glob of Robert’s cum on her finger and holding it up, letting it drop back onto her abdomen. “Aimed right for it. Fuckin’ perv.”

“You’re one to talk. How’d I get here, again?”

Malevola scoffed, smirking, but the smile soon faded into a soft frown.

“S’pose you’ll want to treat all this like it never happened, right?”

Robert pursed his lips, casting his gaze downwards to avoid Malevola’s piercing amber eyes.

“I…”

“S’fine, really, if you do,” Malevola interrupted, chewing her lower lip. “M’not gonna be offended or anything. We’re both adults, no need to shit your diaper over something like that, y’know? Just this once, like you said. Li’l bit of skinship. Team bonding and all that.”

To all of that, Robert said nothing. Truly, he had nothing to say - he had no answer for Malevola’s inquiry, too tangled up in the vivid memory of his own pleasure and the frustration of being shunted into this without asking for it. Anything he could say in the moment would ring hollow, or put himself in even hotter water than he could feel himself floating in now. Still, the way Malevola’s lips pursed into a thin line tugged at his heart in a way he couldn’t explain, and left a pit in his stomach that he didn’t like.

“Right. Let’s get you home.”

Malevola cleaved open a portal while Robert gathered up his clothes. He re-dressed himself before stepping through, expecting to end up on the street near the restaurant, but as he stood at the threshold of the portal, he looked back over at the woman he’d spent the night with, arms folded over her chest and seemingly refusing to meet his gaze, a deep frown clear on her face. 

                 > “This was nice.”                                        > “Wait. I’ll stay the night.”

> “See you Monday.”

Glancing at Robert, Malevola shrugged.

“Guess so. See you.”

With nothing left to say, Robert turned and stepped through the portal, ending up exactly where he expected, on the sidewalk next to TaGo. The dark blue horizon was slowly shifting orange ahead of him, and Robert sighed, rubbing at his face, before turning and trudging down the road in the direction of his apartment, his mind occupied with the sights, scents, and sounds of the crimson half-demoness with whom he’d spent the night, and the awkward rendezvous that awaited at SDN that morning. 

I’m not getting paid enough for this shit.