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The warm breeze of cyber city softly caressed your face as you walked hand-in-hand with your now-husband. Even just a year ago, if somebody had suggested that you’d ever end up married to your boss, The Mr. Ant Tenna, you’d have laughed it off as an obvious joke. Now, as you looked to your side, the looming TV-headed man chuckled. “What’s up, superstar?” You couldn’t help but smile back as you squeezed your partner’s gloved hand tighter.
“Am I not allowed to look at my beautiful husband?” Immediately, Tenna threw his free hand into the air.
“That is NOT what I was implying!” Now it was your turn to giggle. Just last week, you had finally married the CRTV. Your wedding with Tenna was amazing. The gameshow host somehow put together the perfect wedding of your dreams. He remembered your favorite flavor of cake, the decor you talked about, and your favorite songs. As much as Tenna liked to pretend he wasn’t a softy, you knew that deep down, the TV man was a thoughtful and caring darkner.
After a few more minutes of walking and chatting about nothing important, the two of you stood in front of your shared hotel. Even after months of being together, you still struggled to get used to the sheer elegance of the places that Tenna took you to. The extremely expensive hotel that Tenna booked out for your honeymoon stood taller than all the other buildings surrounding it, as though it were screaming for attention from the poor darkners who happened to wander by. At that point, the sun had started to set, and the city’s vibrant neon lights were beginning to flicker on. The past few nights, you and your husband had been exploring the city together, going to high-end bars and casinos. Tonight, though, was your night. Since the two of you were leaving to travel back to TV World in the morning, you both agreed that your last night in the city was one you wanted to spend alone.
Hastily, your TV-headed husband guided you back to the elevator that led to the penthouse suite the two of you had been staying in. You couldn’t help but notice the occasional flickering of Tenna’s screen, along with a constant static electricity radiating from him. Over the amount of time you had known the CRTV, you managed to understand his strange bodily responses. It was obvious that something was bothering your partner. Before you had the chance to ask what was wrong, Tenna led you out of the elevator, and towards the door to your suite. After a few failed attempts at using the keycard, Tenna finally pushed the door open. The sight of your suite was just beginning to feel familiar, but it was nothing like home.
As soon as the door closed behind you, Tenna scooped you into his arms, squeezing your body up against his own. Without a word, the larger man carried you into the bedroom. “Tenna?” you began to question, but you were interrupted by the action of your husband gently tossing you onto the bed. With a sort of predatory movement, the TV-headed man slammed his arms down on either side of you, hovering on top of you. His breathing was heavy, and the slightly visible sharp teeth in his mouth only added to the intimidating position he was in.
Tenna growled. “Do you know how much you were teasing me today?” You bit your lip. Honestly, you couldn’t think of a single moment where you actually tried to tease your husband.
“Tell me, how was I teasing you?” You knew the question would likely only push more of Tenna’s buttons, but that was a risk you were very willing to take.
The man huffed, then shook his head. “The way you kept bending over… the way you would look at me….”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Those are very normal actions.”
The TV man grunted. “Either way, I’ve been craving you all day.” You couldn’t help but blush at the thought of your husband being so worked up by your everyday activities. It was adorable. As much as you enjoyed Tenna’s confidence, the act of causing his walls to crumble down generated an undeniable warmth between your thighs. You relaxed your body, before whispering in the most seductive voice you could muster.
“Then take me. I’m all yours.”
Those words seemed to activate something within your husband as he immediately threw himself at you, impatiently attempting to pull your pants down below your waist. You couldn’t stand the way your partner struggled with such a simple task, so you decided to help him out, pulling down all the layers keeping the TV-headed man from viewing your now-aroused sex. As soon as he caught a glimpse of his target, Tenna’s screen flashed a bright pink. It seemed that you weren’t the only one who still consistently became flustered by your spouse. Tenna cleared his throat, before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your thigh, that sent a chill up your spine. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?” Your husband’s words brought a familiar warmth to your cheeks.
You playfully pushed his TV head away. “Shhh.”
Tenna began unzipping his own pants, attempting to palm his growing erection at the same time. He really was desperate. After witnessing your husband’s own internal struggle whether to touch himself or unzip his pants, he finally stripped down to his boxers. The TV Time logo was stamped all over the white cloth, which was honestly better than his usual design. You could never forget the first time you saw your husband in boxers with his own face plastered on them. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sight of Tenna removing the only other layer preventing him from accessing his growing length. The sight of your partner’s cock was always a bit intimidating. Compared to you, his size was extremely impressive. Despite this, you needed it inside you.
Your husband’s screen tilted as if looking you up and down before speaking. “Take your shirt off for me.” You nodded, doing as the TV-headed man said. In an attempt to be seductive, you slowly lifted it up, exposing the more sensitive parts of your chest. Whatever you were doing seemed to work, as Tenna reached down and began stroking his dick. “Ah… No matter what else is on, you’re always my favorite show.” Your face flushed as you finished removing the last layer you had on. It hadn’t even been more than a minute since Tenna started touching himself, but he was already biting his lip as though he were holding back his release.
Impatiently, the TV-headed man attempted to clumsily line up his fully erect dick with your hole. You shook your head, grabbing his wrist. “Shhh… let me help you first.”
Tenna nodded meekly as you shifted on your knees and crawled toward the end of the bed. Your husband didn’t protest as you wrapped both hands around his large member, gently rubbing your thumbs up and down his shaft. Whimpers escaped the TV’s mouth, encouraging you to keep going. You couldn’t refuse your boss. With a warm breath, you slowly pressed your mouth to his tip, feeling the man shiver. By now, you had learned all the right movements to make your husband feel good. As you continued to move your hands up and down Tenna’s cock, you pressed your tongue down onto his tip, causing the TV man to groan. The longer you pleasured Tenna, the louder he got. You were lucky that your partner booked out the entire hotel, as it felt like everyone in the building would be able to hear the moans echoing from your suite.
Finally, Tenna had enough of waiting. He wrapped a hand around your head, before pushing his dick into your mouth. The feeling of your husband’s hardened cock pushing into your throat only worsened your own arousal. Tenna continued to grip your head, moving it up and down on his dick as though you were a toy. “Ah, now that’s more like it….” While you focused on not choking, Tenna seemed to be enjoying your willingness to be used. Still, he continuously checked in, making sure what he was doing was alright. “Remember, smack my leg if it’s too much.” You attempted to nod in response before realizing that the position you were in wouldn’t allow such an action.
It didn’t take long for your husband’s movements to become sloppy, a sign that he was nearing his climax. You continued to moan around the length in your throat, hoping the vibrations would create more pleasure for Tenna. The TV-headed man thrusted as deep as he could, hitting the back of your throat. “I’m- gonna-!” Before you knew it, a warm substance shot out into your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow it. Though, you probably would’ve done the same even if you had the choice.
Quickly, Tenna pulled out of your mouth, holding your face gently in his hands. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You shook your head with a smile, leaning into your husband’s touch.
After making sure that you were okay, Tenna took his gloves off, revealing a ring that matched your own. “Now, let’s get you ready.” Gently, the TV-headed man laid you onto your back, before reaching over to grab what you assumed was lube. As you felt a finger begin to circle your hole, you knew you guessed correctly. While Tenna teased the entrance to your hole with one hand, he slowly moved the other to your most sensitive area, gently beginning to pleasure you. The mix of sensations was already overwhelming, but it became even stronger once you felt a finger slip inside you. You couldn’t help but moan at the stimulation, gripping the bedspread underneath you. Before you could get used to the feeling of one finger, you felt another one join the first.
As Tenna pumped in and out of you, you felt your muscles begin to tighten as a familiar pressure started to build between your thighs. It was obvious that your husband was enjoying this experience as much as you were as a fanged smile spread across his screen. Through shaky words, you attempted to tell Tenna that you were about to reach your own climax. Before the TV-headed man could respond, you felt the release of the pressure that had been building up in your limbs. As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Tenna chuckle, slightly vibrating the bed underneath you. “Did you enjoy that, superstar?”
You nodded in response. “I always enjoy when you touch me, since you do such a good job.” The TV’s screen briefly flashed pink in embarrassment before returning to normal. It was obvious that Tenna was hard once again, his erect dick resting in his hand.
After making sure you were okay, Tenna flipped you over onto your hands and knees. Once again, the large darkner lined his cock up with your anticipating hole, this time a bit more accurate with his positioning. “Are you ready?” With no hesitation, you nodded, basically pushing yourself back onto your husband’s length. Tenna wasted no time thrusting into you, and his large cock began to fill you up as he pushed deeper and deeper. The sensation of the TV host inside you was one you would never get tired of. It was a perfect combination of pain with pleasure, and it was almost impossible not to let out a moan at each movement your partner made.
Tenna continued to push his hips into you, grabbing your waist with his large hands. You enjoyed when he allowed himself to be rough in bed. The noises coming from the CRT were ones you knew only you had the pleasure of hearing. Nobody else could make your husband feel like this, and both of you knew it. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Tenna’s hand began to pleasure your most sensitive area. The combination of that along with the penetration drew a loud noise from your throat. “Ah! Tenna!” You gripped the sheets underneath you as your husband continued to thrust.
“Say it again!” Tenna growled. “Say my name!” There was no way you were refusing his request.
“Oh Tenna, I love you so much!” With those words, you felt a new warmth inside you, as the TV-headed man pumped his seed into your hole. You followed only seconds after, body shaking as Tenna gripped you tightly.
After what felt like an eternity, Tenna pulled out, leaving behind your combined release. “That was amazing.” You smiled, rolling over onto your back. Now you had the perfect vision of your husband. His screen was still a flickering pink, and he looked like a mess. You giggled, and held out your arms, motioning for Tenna to join you in laying down. It didn’t take long for the CRT to plop down next to you, adjusting you into a spooning position.
“I’m so glad I got to marry you.” Your partner remarked as he began stroking your head.
“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?” You replied, leaning into the touch.
As you felt large arms wrap around your body, you let out a sigh. The sensation of Tenna squeezing you against his chest was indescribable in the best way. You still couldn’t believe that the television star, your boss, was your husband. The two of you were destined to spend the rest of your lives together, fates intertwined in a similar way to how your bodies were attached right now.
With a quiet voice, you began to speak. “We should clean up soon, it’s getting late.” Tenna squeezed you tighter in response, planting kisses on the back of your head. Your husband whined.
“Just five more minutes….” You couldn’t help but laugh at the remark. Mr. Ant Tenna, the gameshow host who always needed to be on time, was asking you for five more minutes. After letting out an exaggerated sigh, you closed your eyes.
“Five more minutes.”