Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

He mulled it over for a minute. It was almost scary how good a shot Damien was, and he really wanted to take the pistol with him, but he couldn't deny that they probably wanted to save it for a time when they needed to quickly dispatch several zombies at once. The bat would be an excellent tool, wouldn't make a lot of noise, and could be used to block as well as strike. In that regard, he thought to himself that she was smart in suggesting it.

"Okay. Bat it is. As for the walkie-talkies, I would only say that it would be better for me to talk to you first when I'm out, simply because I don't want your voice to pop out if I'm trying to sneak up on someone." He smiled at her, thinking to himself that she almost seemed excited for certain aspects of the apocalypse.

"I definitely think we'll get a lot of use of that solar battery. Even if internet and phone lines go down, it would be handy to have a phone to be able to take notes, make calculations, and keep track of our health. Not to mention we can play games if we get bored." He shrugged. Not that he thought he would ever get bored with her around.

He sighed and looked down at his empty plate, "Can we hold off on going out for now, though? I should probably take a shower myself." Damien wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to be too stinky around her if he could help it, and he needed to jerk off a bit to relieve himself. He couldn't imagine something more awkward than sneaking around with a boner.

 

[Drobabes]

Her brow knitted a bit as he talked, although she didn't try to interrupt him. It sounded like he wanted to go out there by himself, and while she understood he probably wanted to protect her, or maybe he thought she might get in the way, that idea made her very uncomfortable. People did better in small groups. While she was sure he was capable of handling himself around one or two bodies, it would be better, and smarter, to have someone watching his back.

"Can we hold off on going out for now, though?"

She nodded.

"Yea, of course. I can start emptying out the hiking packs I have and getting mine ready, and maybe we should double check each others, see if there's anything to improve on."

She sat up a little and crossed her hands on the table.

"Hey, listen...I'm not sure if you were planning on going out there by yourself, but...well, I don't think that's a good idea. I don't have any doubts that you can take care of yourself just fine, but, I think it would be safer if you had someone to watch your back. I can stay quiet, and I don't panic easily. I know, surprising, but I don't."

Her eyes searched his intensely, desperately hoping that he would listen to her.

"If you get overwhelmed I can help. And what if something happens down here? Could you make it back here in time? If you get cut badly and need a tourniquet? Or I do? We might bleed out before the other could make it to us, especially if we're getting attacked and can't put it on ourselves."

She paused, biting her lip.

"I really think it would be better to work together, with a plan. We shouldn't rush into anything if we have the time right now to think..."

 

[Poprockz]

He looked at her as he spoke, his eyebrows slowly but surely migrating into a frowning formation. His arms crossed defensively and he didn't speak, even when she paused. A tap tap tap started as his finger started to tap his arm. He wasn't angry, but what she was saying did bother him quite a bit, making him frustrated and a bit stressed.

Damien knew she was probably right, but he wanted so badly to tie her up and force her to stay in the apartment. What would happen to her if he died, though? Cora may not be able to get out of the restraints and be left to die of dehydration. Alternatively, what if he did come back safe and sound and she was still tied up, but incredibly pissed off at him. He would have violated her trust, and she would hate him, perhaps even sneaking off to leave him the first chance she got.

Based on movies he watched, it was certainly better to travel in pairs or groups, and he couldn't argue with her logic. Damien's eyes looked at her pleadingly for a moment, as though he wished she would withdraw her request. He didn't want to go out and have her be in harm's way. What if she were killed in front of him as a result of his negligence? The thought of seeing her killed made his stomach flip, and he turned away from her for a moment as he struggled with what she was proposing.

Finally, he sighed and let his arms fall to his sides. "Okay. We'll go as a pair. I... Let me just go shower. I need a bit of time to myself." With that, he headed toward the stairs, giving her a nod over his shoulder as he went. His grey eyes seemed stormy, as though his mind was overcast with gloomy clouds.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora felt awful as she watched him finally put his arms down in defeat. She didn't like the obvious stress she was causing him by pushing the issue, but, she was just as worried about his safety as he was hers. If she thought there was any other way, she would have stayed to make him feel more comfortable. Perhaps when they found some more people she wouldn't feel so pressured to go with him, if she could trust that he had someone there that would back him up. But until then, she couldn't drop it.

Her expression did soften quite a bit though as he got up to go shower. As she watched him nod, she wanted to say something more, but she bites her lip instead and just gives him a soft smile. After a few minutes of sitting at the table, she gets up and goes to her living room, where she grabs a box of tissue. She was going to need that.

Some time later, but a little before Damien got out of the shower, she had dragged both the large hiking packs into her room and emptied their contents out on her bed. They were the type of backpacks used for camping, that extended all the way down the back and had metal bar braces to help with support. She thanked her lucky stars that they had invested in a good pair of them, and as she finished checking the last pockets, she came to stand by the bed.

The contents already included some basic hiking essentials: a couple bags of trail mix that mostly consisted of high quality ingredients, nuts and dried fruit instead of candy and chocolate. They also both had a basic first aid kit, two good quality swiss army knives, two clean towels that were in sturdy ziplock baggies, two flare guns, two small ziplocks containing five lighters each, two small emergency survival kit tins that had never been opened, and two small bottles of pure, concentrated bleach for purifying water if they had to. Besides those basics, the rest was some random items such as a few bottles of water, hand sanitizer, extra socks and underwear, and some extra earbuds for music.

On the end of her bed she had lain out three outfits from her brothers extra supply of clothes that he left in the spare bedroom, and that looked about Damien's size, if a little bigger. Those she tried not to stare at too hard, lest she break down again. It had been difficult enough trying to dig them out the first time.

https://i2.wp.com/rohayati.com/wp-c...ens-Summer-Outfits.jpg?resize=1080,1024&ssl=1

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f6/33/73/f63373e03426e4b3d18b1bf2819f9aa0.jpg

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e6/c9/a1/e6c9a16859e84590bd294f5be9b37aca.jpg

 

[Poprockz]

Damien showered, letting the hot water sooth his worry. Although, he had a never-ending supply of it, so it merely stemmed the tide. He didn't feel at all like jerking off at that time, his cock having deflated at the idea of Cora spurting blood from her neck or face as one of those freaks overpowered and bit her.

Clean and dripping wet, he stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel against his hair to get it mostly dry before wrapping it around his waist and exiting the shower. He made his way to her room and moved to her side, looking down at the outfits she had laid out for him. He was leaning more toward the outfit with the khakis, but he thought about it for a moment. He looked almost like he had gel in his hair, the wet strands sometimes having small droplets of water in them still.

"Did you... lay these out for me?" He knew she probably had, but he wanted to check before putting one of the outfits on. His eyes appraised the bags she laid out, wondering what she had packed so far.

 

[Drobabes]

"Yea. Figured you might want something besides a suit to be in."

She hesitated a moment before continuing.

"They were Quints, but I think they'll fit you."

She didn't want him to think she was giving him an old boyfriends shirt and pants. She didn't think she would have liked that done to her, so she wanted to highlight that point.

As she looked down at the bed, she crossed her arms and bit her lip. Despite having everything set out to see, and knowing she should definitely at least take those essentials, this whole little expedition was making her nervous as all hell. She hadn't told Damien, and probably wouldn't any time soon, but that brief amount of time she had spent in Washington was horrible. The strength Sarah had displayed was insane, and it had taken everything she had to push her off. If she hadn't grabbed a chair to keep between them, she knew she would have died. There would have been no way she could have got her off once she had a chance to pin her.

Her gaze travelled to Damien, about to express a bit of her fear, but she stopped with her mouth hanging open slightly.

She had forgotten how utterly handsome he was. The stray water that he had missed with the towel dripped down his toned muscles, and his wet hair, tussled so cutely, accented his eyes. Memories of the last time they had sex in the shower at his cabin made her clamp her mouth shut and swallow, her pussy suddenly becoming almost uncomfortably wet.

Damnit Cora, now is not the time!

Her face turns back to the bed quickly, and she jerks her eyes down. However, she can't hide the blush that creeps onto her cheeks, his close proximity and warmth, so fresh out of the shower, making her heart want to beat out of her chest. She felt like a teenager again, embarrassed in the way she might be if a cute boy tried to talk to her.

How is he doing that?

 

[Poprockz]

He smiled at her first comment and looked a bit surprised at her second. She was giving him Quint's clothes- her brother's clothes. The brother that she had cared about more than anyone in the world. Part of him wondered if she would see Quint when he dawned the clothes, and wasn't sure how he felt about it. If she did, then it would either cause her heartbreak or make her start to see Damien as more of a family member than a lover.

Damien didn't really have any other options for clothes though, unless he wanted to try his hand at wearing one of her dresses- he didn't quite have the chest for it he imagined, thinking that to himself in amusement, a small smile curling on his lips as he looked at the clothes.

He thought he saw her looking at him, so he looked up just in time for her to look away. Her cheeks were rosy and he was suddenly more aware of the fact that he was almost naked in front of her. His cock was hidden, so he didn't necessarily think it was too much of an issue. That being said, he would probably want to dress at some point as soon as he felt a little dryer.

Turning to her, he reached out and caressed her cheek, turning her head to look at him before letting go. "Hey. I'm sorry for running off to shower after our conversation. I just..." He moved very close to her, his grey eyes intense as he looked into hers. "I just want to keep you tied up here where you can't get hurt. I want so badly to force you to stay by any means necessary, but I know I can't and that frustrates the hell out of me." His brows furrowed and he rested his hands on her hips.

 

[Drobabes]

Yup, there it went, there went her heart. She was sure she just felt it pop right out of her chest and go running down the hall.

His little touches were making her dizzy, and it takes her a second to focus on what he had said and not on the shape of his lips as he said them. She bites her own lip as the thought of pushing all supplies off the bed and pulling the covers back, enters her mind.

"It's ok, it's just..."

Deep breathe.

"You know I'm just as worried about you. If we weren't alone, I might be comfortable staying back. But we only have each other right now."

She was biting her lip again, not realising it, as her own hands rested on his arms. The urge to untie his towel, get on her knees, and take his huge cock into her mouth was insane. She tried to hold his gaze instead, but even that wasn't really a good distraction. If anything, it was just making it worse.

 

[Poprockz]

He looked surprised for a moment, and then his face looked as though he was trying extremely hard to hold back an exceedingly pleased expression. Part of him had convinced himself that she was simply making those suggestions out of the logic they presented, keeping them both safe so that they could get further as a unit than they could as separate travelers. The thought that she worried about him too made his heart beat quickly, his blood pumping from those soft words.

God, he wanted to simply stay in the apartment with her forever, letting their bodies intertwine and sharing a life together. Damien felt so strongly about her that he was actually terrified. What in the hell was happening to him that she was becoming his everything? Were relationships supposed to feel this way, or was it just her that coaxed the feeling out of him?

Damien could feel himself becoming hard and he cleared his throat for a moment, hoping he wouldn't ruin the moment if she looked down. He couldn't help it; the proximity of those lips and those hazel eyes made him weak to her charm.

"That's the first time someone has said something like that to me." he said softly, almost in wonderment.

 

[Drobabes]

Her expression became concerned, and she remembered what he had said earlier about really not having anyone. She still found it difficult to believe that he had no one. No family, no friends; even the people who worked for him sounded distant.

"You know, it's okay to have someone love you. We're not meant to be alone."

Her eyes were still deeply troubled as she looked at him, full of concern. Before everything had happened to her, and even for a brief period after, she had had her family. Her mother and father, and her brother. They had their disagreements and fights like any family did, but, they were also extremely close. Her parents taught her and Quint what love was. True, unconditional love. If she hadn't had that, well, she might not have made it through those harder years.

Had Damien never been shown that? The thought made her sick. How had he survived without such an essential human necessity?

It dawned on her then. He hadn't, not really. Sure, he might have survived, in the true sense of the word-but look what it had drove him to.

 

[Poprockz]

His eyes widened like saucers for a moment as what she said sunk in. Did she love him? Cora? Him? He honestly didn't know what the hell to do or how to react. On the inside, he felt like his heart was going to stop beating and it almost felt like he was going to puke. Was he going to puke? No, but he didn't know how long he was going to be able to remain standing.

He also felt high, as though she had injected a lethal dose of heroin into his system, or perhaps something stronger. How was he supposed to respond to such a statement? Damien wondered if he should proclaim his own love for her, or whether he should remain silent. Was she expecting a response, or was she just trying to make a comment. He didn't know if he loved her since he hadn't really felt anything like it before. How did one know if it was love they were feeling? So many questions bombarded him in those few seconds of silence.

"Cora... You love me?" His chest moved up and down as he tried to breath deeply. His hands shook on her hips and he quickly withdrew them, not wanting to seem odd to her. He couldn't stop the shaking though, as if his body or subconscious mind was reacting extremely strongly to those words.

 

[Drobabes]

"Cora... You love me?"

Her own eyes widen as she realizes what she has actually said, and the blush that had been softly painting her cheeks turned full on scarlet as her whole face suddenly felt hot. With a sharp inhale, she turns away from him quickly and starts grabbing random supplies on the bed and stuffing them into her backpack, a little too roughly and with absolutely no rhyme or reason to it.

"I, well..."

Her voice wobbles, and her words start pouring out really quickly, almost tripping on each one before it.

"I mean I think you're a good guy and I haven't really felt this way about someone before and the way you look at me sometimes makes it kind of hard to breathe, and I've certainly never felt that before, and you know despite you kidnapping me and forcing me, I don't know if I ever would have actually let anyone in and seen that it wasn't going to kill me and uh..."

She finally runs out of breath. As she takes another shaky breath in, she pulls the backpack to her chest and holds it like a teddy bear. Still not looking at him, she says,

"I uh...well yea, I guess I do...

"But I don't like, expect you to feel the same way! I mean god, you barely even know me. It's probably pretty stupid for me to be feeling like this..."

 

[Poprockz]

He stood there in shock, watching her start to shove things into the backpack. It seemed like she was doing anything she could to avoid looking his direction, her face absolutely adorable with how red her cute little cheeks were. God, he did love her. There couldn't be any other way to describe the way he felt about her. He would kill for her, sacrifice anything or anyone at any time for her. She was the single most important thing to him right now, and now he knew that he was important to her as well.

Damien reached out and yanked the backpack out of her hands before tossing it to the floor. He moved in, putting his arms around her as he pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were so soft and warm, more satisfying than any woman he had ever been with. His bare chest pressed against her shirt as he squeezed her gently. After a moment or two of holding her, he pulled back and panted, looking at her with desire.

"I didn't really know what it was, but I love you too. I want you to be mine, Cora. Only mine." One of his hands moved down to her ass to squeeze her cheek softly, while the other cradled her head, the man intent to have another taste of her. His lips went back to hers, his mouth opening slightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers with its gentle rubbing and twirling. She tasted so fucking good, as though the very taste was of passion itself.

 

[Drobabes]

The backpack being yanked from her arms startled her, but then his hands where on her, his lips crushing against hers with need. She returned his kiss with the same passion and let her hands travel to his back, pulling him closer even as he already had his chest pressed up to hers. When he broke away to speak, she was breathing hard.

"I want you to be mine, Cora. Only mine."

Those words, spoken in her deepest nightmares, had only ever filled her with dread; but hearing them on Damien's lips lit a fire in her. This was different. He was different, and in that moment, she knew she would only ever belong to him.

She stood up on her toes as he kissed her again, wanting to deepen it. Her hands slide up his back and grip his shoulders, and she presses her hips against his hard cock through the towel. God, she wanted him so badly, and in that moment she decided screw it, the end of the world could wait.

Suddenly she leaned back down on her feet as she broke the kiss, and with that coy smile, she pushed against his chest slowly until he was sitting on the spot where the pack had been. Taking a step back from him, she looked into those liquid steel eyes as she slowly peeled off her tank top and let it drop to the floor. Then, with even slower movements, she unbuttoned her pants and shimmied out of them, leaving her in just her lacey white braw and white bikini underwear.

With her hair falling slightly into her face, she walked to him and joined him on the bed, crawling up so that her legs were on either side of his and her ass was nestled on his thighs. Her hands were put on his shoulders again as she leaned down, and kissed him deeply once more.

 

[Poprockz]

He groaned into her mouth as she pressed against his hardness, his cock straining against the towel as it sought to find the seductress that was making it so lively. Damien wanted to bury himself inside her and fuck her until she was a cum-soaked mess, but he didn't want to make a move and ruin the moment. It would seem that he didn't have to worry about it though, as he soon found himself with those beautiful hazel eyes looking at him with lust.

Letting her push him, he slowly sunk down onto the bed, watching hungrily as she stripped for him. She was wearing white, like a virginal maiden, here to let her husband take her for the first time. His cheeks flushed slightly and he couldn't help but smile. He knew that neither one of them were anywhere near virginal or pure, but he certainly counted her as his first. Cora was the first person to love him, to make love to him, and to caress him with such heartfelt tenderness. She was certainly the first person he had loved too. He had a dog once that he had loved for a very short time, but that was a different, more painful story.

Damien swallowed as she straddled him, her sexy body poised above him- an angel of lust. He let her press her lips to his, his own lips parting for the deepness and intensity of the kiss. She smelled so nice, and her taste was everything he wanted. His body slowly sank backward until he was laying on his back, his legs hanging halfway off the bed. He was so hard, he could feel his cock pulsing, begging to feel her touch, to feel anything she would give him.

His large hands slid down her body to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading as his tongue danced with hers.

 

[Drobabes]

She moaned into the kiss, loving the way his body felt underneath her as she grinded against him through the towel. Her desire was pulled in two directions, half wanting to tease him as long as she could, and half wanting to rip that towel off and beg him to shove his cock into her dripping wet heat.

She breaks away from the kiss to lay gentle love bites down the line of his jaw until she reaches his ear, sucking on it gently. She really did love to tease with that simple action, as if she was saying, 'I could do this elsewhere, and look how talented my tongue is'. When she does finally let go, she doesn't stray too far, her lips only moving down to kiss and suckle the sensitive skin of his neck.

Her hips push her soft ass into his eager hands as one of her own hands travel down to the towel, finally tugging it free and moving it aside. Immediately she can feel his heat between her legs, making her moan and grind her clothed pussy against it's length. He felt so fucking good, and she didn't know if she had the willpower to hold out for him. Suddenly she sits up and reaches behind her back.

Slowly, she unclips her bra, then holds it against her breasts as one hand slides each strap down her shoulders. Her eyes watch his eagerly, with a small cocky smile on her lips, as she lets her arm slide down, and with it, the bra. Her hips wiggle against his cock, causing her breasts to sway slightly, and her hands grip his hips.

"You want me to be yours?"

The liquid heat of her cunt can be felt soaking her underwear as she slowly slides up his length, and then back down.

"Then make me yours."

 

[Poprockz]

"Fuck..." he murmured as she started sucking on his ear, the feeling of her wet little tongue making him very aroused. He imagined what it felt like on his cock, licking and sucking his sensitive organ. The blowjob he had received before wasn't a real blowjob in his opinion, it was just him fucking her mouth. One of these days, he hoped to feel her lovingly taking his cock into her mouth, looking up into his eyes as she savored the taste of his cum.

He panted, his cock straining against his towel as her lips continued to elicit feelings of pleasure, though now from his neck. When his thick cock was finally freed, he squeezed her ass firmly as his cock pushed up against her underwear. It felt so good to feel her rub against him and he could feel how wet she was through the soft barrier. Damien couldn't restrain himself from moving his hips slightly to rub against her more.

The movement of her pulling back is met with his own curious eyes. Though it's soon obvious what the playful woman is doing. He grins as he watches her slowly remove her bra, the sight of her breasts making his cock twitch. They were so sexy, the way they jiggled and shifted, two perfect nipples almost begging to be sucked on. He licked his lips, his eyes upon them before returning to her face.

"You want me to be yours?... Then make me yours."

He shivered, loving those unbelievably erotic words, though he didn't answer. There were no words he could say in response that would get the message across; he would simply have to act.

His hands slid from her ass to her thighs, traveling upward until reaching her underwear. With one smooth movement, he ripped them piece by piece until they were a handful of scrap fabric in his hand. He made sure that the ripping hadn't pinched or hurt her, but he was desperate to get to her wet cunt and he didn't have time to slowly take them off of her. Damien used his hand to rub his cock against her wet lips, the bulbous head seeking entry as he let himself be drenched in her aroused juices.

A hard, smooth thrust plunged his cock inside her all the way to his hilt. He groaned, pausing a moment to regain his composure before starting to fuck her hot cunt. His hard member impaled the woman so deeply, his hands controlling her hips so that he could get a harder thrust going. Though he wanted to lick or fondle those breasts, he couldn't resist the way his cock throbbed for her.

 

[Drobabes]

The look in his eyes let her know she had hit her mark. She hadn't been expecting him to rip her underwear-push them aside perhaps, but not outright rip them. The action made her giddy, and she had to swallow down a giggle so as not to ruin the mood. She couldn't help it though; she had made him so aroused that he had literally torn the clothes off her.

As his velvety cock thrust into her so deeply, and all in one move, she moans loudly. A second later she covers her mouth quickly with both her hands, realizing how loud she had just been and how dangerous that could be now. As his thrusts begin to pick up, she has to fight herself hard to keep quiet, but even then, she struggles with it. She lets her left hand go down to clamp hard over his where he was holding her hip, but she keeps her other hand over her mouth firmly, muffling the lewd sounds that she was struggling so hard to hold back. Her eyes close and she squeezes them tight, almost as if she is in pain, but honestly she was just struggling that hard to be quiet.

As his thrusts build, her warm pussy begins to grow incredibly wet, practically dripping on his once clean skin, and the sounds of sex begin to fill the air.

 

[Poprockz]

As he notices her struggling to contain herself, he smiles smugly to himself, loving the idea that his cock felt so good that she could barely keep herself from moaning loudly with pleasure. Damien suddenly stops, holding her hips down upon him as he simply grinds his hips in a circular motion to let his cock stir her insides just a bit.

Once that tease was done, he moved his hands to her back and pulled her down to him, his cock imobile inside of her. For now at least. He leaned forward so that he was near her ear, licking it and wiggling it almost in her ear before whispering, "good to know my cock feels as good as your pussy does." He chuckled to himself before rolling them over.

Now that he was on top, he peeled her hands off of her mouth and pressed his own mouth down on her beautiful lips. His grip was tight, but not painful. Once he was sure she was muffled, he started to thrust his hips again, using his other forearm to keep himself slightly above her as he pumped his pole effortlessly into her slick cunt. She was so hot and wet, he could tell that she wanted this so badly. He loved feeling like she couldn't control herself around him, that he simply had a powerful effect on her. After all, that was how he felt about her.

His own pants and groans were muffled by Cora in turn, his hot breath warming her as he moved with a desperate need to have her. He needed her so badly, wanted her to feel the hunger he felt for her irresistible body and irreplaceable heart.

"God, Cora. You're all I need," he moaned, moving his head up to look into her hazel eyes.

 

[Drobabes]

His wet tongue on her ear made her shiver, and she bites into her hand in lust filled frustration. She wanted so badly to be able to let loose.

As he rolled them over and pinned her wrist, she wraps her legs around his waist and squeezes him tightly. His strong hand pinning her down was so fucking hot and she lets him know it when he muffles her moans with his own lips, stopping her whining just long enough to try and suck his lip into her mouth before he pulls away.

"Fuck! Damien..."

Her knees move up a bit, towards her stomach, trying to give him better access to her hot cunt. She wanted to feel him bottoming out in her slick hole.

"God, Cora. You're all I need."

As he looks down into her eyes, she is overcome with emotion and she has to swallow to stop herself from crying. Not only would that absolutely just embarrass the shit out of her-she thought she was a little more emotionally tuff than that, but she feared he might stop if he was worried about her, and she had no intention of letting him stop. There could be a zombie trying to beat down her bedroom door at that very moment and she wouldn't have let him stop. Not until he filled her little pussy with his hot sperm.

Her hand reaches up to the back of his neck and she whispers, "I love you."

She laces her fingers through his hair as she watches those steel eyes and she lifts her lips to his.

 

[Poprockz]

He almost stopped as he saw her face scrunch up a bit, almost as though she was in pain. It looked like she was struggling with something, making him start to slow down a little. However, when she caressed him softly and whispered those three words, he knew she was fine. His eyes watched her approach, his throat finding its own voice as he replied. "I love you too, Cora. Only you."

With that, he met her lips and started kissing her passionately with an intensity that tried to convey just how important she was to him. His tongue danced with hers, rubbing and swirling around her tongue. He was completely hers, every part of him. His thrusts started to pick up again, the passion of the moment causing him to wildly thrust inside her as though this was his God-given task in life.

The power of his thrusts made her pussy make the most perverted noises, the wetness of it making his engorged member free to move as it pleased. He moaned into the kiss, grateful now that her lips were muffling him once more. The thought of life being just himself and this amazing woman underneath him filled him with a new sense of purpose. If they kept going like this, he felt that he would be filling her with something a little thicker and warmer than purpose soon enough.

 

[Drobabes]

As his thrusts picked up Cora began to moan again. Every deep, quick, thrust of his groin hit her clit and added to the pleasure of his thick cock stroking her inner walls. Soon enough the emotions are pushed aside as everything boils down to that delicious pleasure, and the coil of heat in her loins.

Her hands move to his back and her nails dig into his skin as she loses her mind to the sensations he was giving to her body. Her lips break the kiss to breathe heavily, and she tucks her nose under his chin to kiss and bite his neck, all the while trying to fight off her own need to voice her pleasure.

"Fuck," she suddenly hisses.

"Cumming! Damien!"

She doesn't scream his name, but her voice is filled with need, and wanton lust, all the same. As her pussy begins to clench down on him like a vice, she lets one hand go of his back to reach down and grip the sheets, not wanting to hurt him as she is overcome with her own intense orgasm.

 

[Poprockz]

As he felt her moan into his mouth, he had never wanted to cum inside someone so badly. It wasn’t as though he even wanted to get her pregnant or anything like that, but it was as though his loins were screaming to fill her with his seed. It was almost as though he was marking her for himself, or reminding her of the effect she had on him.

His cock felt so good pumping deeply inside her, her walls feeling so velvety and warm, hugging his thick shaft as he moved. He bucked his hips hard, almost trying to get her to dig her nails in deeper into the skin of his back as he did so. The feeling of her sharp nails made him shiver with excitement, loving the carnal way she clutched at him.

When she broke off the kiss, he had to admit he was starved for air, panting hard as he caught his breath. He might have been willing to suffocate simply to keep those soft lips upon his, but he was grateful that he had been forced to stop. He soon felt her mouth and teeth on his neck and he groaned, relishing her sweet attentions.

The news of her impending orgasm only spurred him on, ramming his cock against her even as he felt her pussy contract around him. He wanted to prolong her climax, or even send her into another if at all possible. Damien couldn’t hold on for long, though and found himself making one final thrust, pressing himself against her as much as possible so that his load would shoot onto her cervix. And so it did in thick, hot jets of passion, filling her up as much as his balls would allow.

His back arched backwards a bit as he groaned, “I’m cumming too! God, Cora, yes!” The last of his cum came out in a final thick rope. Before he relaxed a bit, his eyes closing as he relaxed on top of her. His cock wasn’t going soft, remaining hard inside her for now. He thought to himself that she must have really riled him up. Damien figured she must be tired, though, so he planned to simply lay and rest with her, taking care of it later.

He kissed her neck softly and pulled out slowly, rubbing his cock against her clit teasingly for a moment before laying down beside her and putting an arm around her abdomen.

 

[Drobabes]

The way he arched his back and called her name during his own orgasm intensified hers. She loved it so much that his own pleasure was so strong that he gave in to the animalistic urge that was pure and raw sex. Her own lips couldn't hold back the pleased little mewls and moans as he held himself inside her for that final thrust, filling her so completely. When he does finally pull out of her, she almost has an urge to hold him inside her for a moment longer, wanting to feel him pulse inside her hot sex. As his cock teases her clit, she can't help but twitch a bit from the overstimulation of it, although she couldn't deny it turned her on. He had just made her cum so hard and yet her body was almost willing to take him again.

Breathing hard, she lays there with her eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the warm buzz and afterglow. A small smile curls her lips up and she hums just a little.

"I don't know how you do that."

Her eyes open slowly and she meets his gaze, still smiling pleasently. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest, the anxiety and fear no longer feeling so suffocating. Though she wasn't exactly tired, her body felt pleasently relaxed.

"Almost every time we have sex, you make me cum. I've always struggled with that, but with you it's so easy..."

Suddenly she giggles and brings her hand up to push his hair back from his forehead.

"Share your secrets Goblin King."

 

[Poprockz]

His eyebrow raised and he grinned as she complimented his sexual prowess; he felt a rush of pride that he was special in that he could make her cum like no other. It was probably one of the best compliments she could give him. She looked so precious, laying there with her flushed cheeks and dreamy expression as though she had just been awakened from the most wonderful dream.

However, when she asked her question, he seemed a bit conflicted for a moment, his eyes looking away as though he was trying to figure out first whether he should say something, and second how he would say it.

"Well, Sarah. It could be because we have a good connection, you and I. It could also be because I am extremely experienced. I've been the Goblin King for years, and my juggling skills have only become more legendary." He smiled in a slightly guarded manner and shrugged, trying to keep things light-hearted. Damien didn't want to dampen the mood with stories from his past. After all, she would probably be a bit disgusted by how many women he had slept with. It wasn't as though it was all his choice, but he didn't think she would understand. After all, his mother had always told him that because he was a man, no one would believe him.

He sighed and closed his eyes, his smile becoming more genuine as he relaxed against her hand. Her fingers felt so comforting running through his hair like that, and he loved whenever she did so.