FMA Fic and NWS Art: "Good and Proper"
Title: Good and Proper
Fandom: FMA
Pair: Izumi/Roy
Warnings: Strap-on goodness and necessary foul language
Summary: Hardcore Sensei Biotch Izumi Curtis gives it good and proper to deserving Colonel Roy Mustang to make the angst over troublesome Fullmetal flee.
Note: Crossposted at hentai_contest. Art crossposted to fma_fuh_q. Both crossposted to strap_it_on.
His excuse for this excess? He was missing Edward Elric. He hated himself for it as a sign of weakness, but he felt it. The little punk was off seeking solutions to unanswerable questions, putting his life in jeopardy without a second thought, liable to wind up dead at any moment. If there was an excuse, that was it. And Izumi was the one person who shared the worry as deeply as he.
"Get that ass up higher," the dreadlocked woman demanded, and Roy Mustang struggled to obey. There was no resistance, only physical difficulty in giving her precisely what she required when she was slamming into him so damn hard and deep. He knew she was grinning though he couldn't see her. All he could do was keep his head down and pant, the pain of being rent with that huge fucking phallus subsumed in the pleasure of mindless escape from concern about Ed. The ritual was all.
Izumi thrust, fast and hard, riding the sweating colonel for all she was worth. He took it like such a bitch, and she wondered how she had ever gotten along without this. There was only so far morning exercises and meditation could get her when Ed was off risking his life. She craved a perfect physical release in a rough workout unto exhaustion. And though she had married a perfect example of strong male muscle, he was her comfort, her peace, and not for fucking. They both agreed on that. "Take it, you pussy," she growled at Roy through clenched teeth, fingers gripping the slender pale ass tightly, nails biting flesh.
"Fuuuck me," Roy ground out, both an exclamation and a plea as he held the position, knees now red and rug-burned, ass exquisitely sore and cock deliciously hard and leaking as it bobbed with Izumi-sensei's every thrust.
Izumi lifted a hand to slap the bastard's ass, hard. "What?" she barked.
"Shit, fuck-fuck me, sensei," he groaned, deferent in both word and posture, loving the high, sharp pain of her solid smack and the deep, low throbbing inside. Damn, how she drove into him, slamming that spot that made the agony into ecstasy. And agony still.
"That's right," snapped Izumi, full breasts bouncing in rhythm with her strong hips. "Take it, you pretty little military cunt." That got a delicious moan from the recipient of her fuck. She drank the sound like water on a hot day.
From an ample and comfortable arm chair, Sig Curtis watched with pleasure as his wife gave her all to the unworthy colonel. How could he refuse her this? It seemed to do both parties so much good. And he didn't mind the way it fed voyeuristic tendencies he scarcely knew he had before this. Oh yes. Give it to him, my lovely, he mused, rubbing his hard cock through his trousers. Give it to him good.
~
And a censored version for LOLZ:
Izumi x Roy: Strap-on Censored by *salomewilde on deviantART
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Fandom: FMA
Pair: Izumi/Roy
Warnings: Strap-on goodness and necessary foul language
Summary: Hardcore Sensei Biotch Izumi Curtis gives it good and proper to deserving Colonel Roy Mustang to make the angst over troublesome Fullmetal flee.
Note: Crossposted at hentai_contest. Art crossposted to fma_fuh_q. Both crossposted to strap_it_on.
His excuse for this excess? He was missing Edward Elric. He hated himself for it as a sign of weakness, but he felt it. The little punk was off seeking solutions to unanswerable questions, putting his life in jeopardy without a second thought, liable to wind up dead at any moment. If there was an excuse, that was it. And Izumi was the one person who shared the worry as deeply as he.
"Get that ass up higher," the dreadlocked woman demanded, and Roy Mustang struggled to obey. There was no resistance, only physical difficulty in giving her precisely what she required when she was slamming into him so damn hard and deep. He knew she was grinning though he couldn't see her. All he could do was keep his head down and pant, the pain of being rent with that huge fucking phallus subsumed in the pleasure of mindless escape from concern about Ed. The ritual was all.
Izumi thrust, fast and hard, riding the sweating colonel for all she was worth. He took it like such a bitch, and she wondered how she had ever gotten along without this. There was only so far morning exercises and meditation could get her when Ed was off risking his life. She craved a perfect physical release in a rough workout unto exhaustion. And though she had married a perfect example of strong male muscle, he was her comfort, her peace, and not for fucking. They both agreed on that. "Take it, you pussy," she growled at Roy through clenched teeth, fingers gripping the slender pale ass tightly, nails biting flesh.
"Fuuuck me," Roy ground out, both an exclamation and a plea as he held the position, knees now red and rug-burned, ass exquisitely sore and cock deliciously hard and leaking as it bobbed with Izumi-sensei's every thrust.
Izumi lifted a hand to slap the bastard's ass, hard. "What?" she barked.
"Shit, fuck-fuck me, sensei," he groaned, deferent in both word and posture, loving the high, sharp pain of her solid smack and the deep, low throbbing inside. Damn, how she drove into him, slamming that spot that made the agony into ecstasy. And agony still.
"That's right," snapped Izumi, full breasts bouncing in rhythm with her strong hips. "Take it, you pretty little military cunt." That got a delicious moan from the recipient of her fuck. She drank the sound like water on a hot day.
From an ample and comfortable arm chair, Sig Curtis watched with pleasure as his wife gave her all to the unworthy colonel. How could he refuse her this? It seemed to do both parties so much good. And he didn't mind the way it fed voyeuristic tendencies he scarcely knew he had before this. Oh yes. Give it to him, my lovely, he mused, rubbing his hard cock through his trousers. Give it to him good.
~
And a censored version for LOLZ:
Izumi x Roy: Strap-on Censored by *salomewilde on deviantART
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