Show Time [part 8] USxUK
anonymous
May 16 2010, 22:07:28 UTC
Saiyuki is great isn't it... that Minekura-sensei is a genius. Finally finished though!! This gets wrapped up in part 8 and 9.
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But the simple feel of him around me was amazing - better than I could have hoped for. I felt something high pitched and embarrassing try to fight its way out of my throat, but suppressed it and leaned over, biting into his shoulder as I sheathed as much of myself as I could force into England. His hot, slippery walls convulsed around me, sucking me in and willing me out in short increments, the intensity of his spasms increasing every second. He moaned gasped and cried out beneath me, rocking his hips side to side, thrashing his head, pleading with me no, no oh god, don’t move yet, please, oh god Alfred, please.
Disregarding anything he may have said, I took a moment to pull out half-way quickly, and squeezed those damn ass cheeks for all their worth, palming and scraping at them with my hungry hands, finally feeling fulfilled. They were just as smooth as they looked, but had an underlying firmness to them that gave shape and heat and god they were perfect. My fingers felt electrically charged as they ran over him, leaving nail imprints and bruises. I gave a particularly hard wringing and began to throb once more inside him, hard as hell. Possibly in response to my overly honest body, England jerked harshly upwards, gasping and oh’ing and pleading.
Now completely ready to claim what was mine, I roughly grabbed him about the thighs and began to lick a trail up the side of his neck to his ear, which I bit down on as I pulled him backwards hard onto my waiting phallus. England cried out and almost fell as dead weight at the shock of being filled so quickly with so much, but I held him up by the hips and forced his body backwards and forwards as I moved my hips in an unceremonious off-pace rhythm determined by how fast different parts of my body could be made to move.
“Oh~! Oh god, oh good god, Alfred! Alfred~!” he cried out, chanting this same thing as I wrecked havoc on his hole. He clawed at the mirror and ground, screaming my name, completely limp, probably understanding that it was useless to resist, or to even try to participate. Right now was all about using England’s body like a rag. Making him dirty. Wearing him down. Making him scream, “Oh god, Alfre~d~~!”
Panting and sweating and squeezing his hips as hard as I could to bring them down harder, faster onto me, I glared down at his passion enthralled face in the mirror, “Yeah, uff… you like that.. hah… don’t you?”
“Yeeees~” his eyes continued to roll to the back of their sockets. I grinned, and grabbed one of his legs by the boot-covered knee to flip him, and draped it over my bare shoulder, fucking Arthur half suspended in the air, one leg sort-of dangling, arms and torso being thrown and shook around on the floor to the uneven rhythm of my thrusts.
Finally finished though!! This gets wrapped up in part 8 and 9.
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But the simple feel of him around me was amazing - better than I could have hoped for. I felt something high pitched and embarrassing try to fight its way out of my throat, but suppressed it and leaned over, biting into his shoulder as I sheathed as much of myself as I could force into England. His hot, slippery walls convulsed around me, sucking me in and willing me out in short increments, the intensity of his spasms increasing every second. He moaned gasped and cried out beneath me, rocking his hips side to side, thrashing his head, pleading with me no, no oh god, don’t move yet, please, oh god Alfred, please.
Disregarding anything he may have said, I took a moment to pull out half-way quickly, and squeezed those damn ass cheeks for all their worth, palming and scraping at them with my hungry hands, finally feeling fulfilled. They were just as smooth as they looked, but had an underlying firmness to them that gave shape and heat and god they were perfect. My fingers felt electrically charged as they ran over him, leaving nail imprints and bruises. I gave a particularly hard wringing and began to throb once more inside him, hard as hell. Possibly in response to my overly honest body, England jerked harshly upwards, gasping and oh’ing and pleading.
Now completely ready to claim what was mine, I roughly grabbed him about the thighs and began to lick a trail up the side of his neck to his ear, which I bit down on as I pulled him backwards hard onto my waiting phallus. England cried out and almost fell as dead weight at the shock of being filled so quickly with so much, but I held him up by the hips and forced his body backwards and forwards as I moved my hips in an unceremonious off-pace rhythm determined by how fast different parts of my body could be made to move.
“Oh~! Oh god, oh good god, Alfred! Alfred~!” he cried out, chanting this same thing as I wrecked havoc on his hole. He clawed at the mirror and ground, screaming my name, completely limp, probably understanding that it was useless to resist, or to even try to participate. Right now was all about using England’s body like a rag. Making him dirty. Wearing him down. Making him scream, “Oh god, Alfre~d~~!”
Panting and sweating and squeezing his hips as hard as I could to bring them down harder, faster onto me, I glared down at his passion enthralled face in the mirror, “Yeah, uff… you like that.. hah… don’t you?”
“Yeeees~” his eyes continued to roll to the back of their sockets. I grinned, and grabbed one of his legs by the boot-covered knee to flip him, and draped it over my bare shoulder, fucking Arthur half suspended in the air, one leg sort-of dangling, arms and torso being thrown and shook around on the floor to the uneven rhythm of my thrusts.
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