fudge ripple.
Title: Losing is Winning.
Author: Zombz
Rating: NC-17! THIS IS SMUT.
Challenge: fudge ripple 19. domination.
Extras/Toppings: chopped nuts. malt. milkshake.
Word Count: 1,227.
Story: Hoppers-Knights Crossover.
Summary: Bow chika bow wow.
Notes: The malt is an old prompts from a hat (Risk - dancing in the dark) and this is a milkshake of Shayna's 'verse. It's sort of a continuation of an old milkshake blind date thing that I'm too lazy to look up a link. This is without a doubt one of the dirtiest things I've ever written and it sort of figures; Terrel demands it.
“Y’know, that drinkin’ stuff is pretty good. I don’t even feel my ankle hurt ‘nymore,” Risk slurred as she was escorted towards the room. Considering how small she was and how she had never drank anything alcoholic before the young girl had held up pretty well. She needed assistance in the walking department but that would have been the case even if she hadn’t been drunk; she had twisted her ankle after all. And Terrel was only happy to give her the helping hand she needed while he led her towards the bedroom. Once the girl had gotten a few glasses into her she had become much easier to handle. She had ceased acting like the dinner was some kind of strange form of torture and had begun warming up to the prince’s charms. Or at least Terrel liked to think she had.
As soon as they were close enough Risk plopped herself onto the bed. She breathed a deep breath at the relief that came in sitting down and went to work removing the clothes that had been such a bother to her. She took a moment to stretch, reaching her arms up above her head and twisting at her hips until there was a satisfying crack from her back. Languidly she leaned back into the plushness of the bed, noticing for the first time that her dinner guest had not departed from the room. “What’re you still doin’ here?” She questioned, the drinking having gotten rid of any modesty that might have made her uncomfortable of the fact that she was in her underpants. “Why’re you gettin’ undressed?” The second question was spoken with a bit more suspicion. She couldn’t think of any good reason he would need to be taking off his clothes. What did he think was about to happen?
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know,” Terrel growled as he moved quickly onto the bed. Risk leaned back into the pillows as he placed his arms on either side of her head, his knees pressing into the slim hips of the young girl. Now, she certainly was more flat chested than he usually liked but her body was youthful and ripe for the taking. He bore down on her and smiled a rather predatory smile as she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He moved one of his hands down towards her hips, running a finger along the sharp edges and curves before yanking forcefully on her panties. She drew back slightly and he could feel goosebumps form along the inner of her thigh as his fingertips played at her entrance, pushing forward only ever so slightly to see what lay in wait for him. “Going to be so cold, love?” He breathed, leaning down to smash his mouth against the pale girl’s. There was a vicious hungriness in his searching tongue, his nipping teeth. He pulled back in order to breath and was amused to see the girl leaning up towards him. He grinned cockily and dipped down but she dodged his lips. She latched onto his earlobe with her teeth, grinding for a moment before sending her tongue out. She cupped his earlobe with her tongue, tickling and teasing in a way that made Terrel purr deep in his throat.
Then, he was on his back. He sputtered slightly, his back hitting the bed hard as he was suddenly staring up at the girl he had pinned to the mattress. He wasn’t displeased necessarily, just taken off guard. It only took a moment for his smile to slink back onto his face. He could feel Risk’s warmth pressing into his quickly hardening self. She looked down at him, her lamb in the slaughter look having been replaced. A vulpine smile stretched itself across her face and transformed her from a childlike innocent into a mischievous woman. His hands sought her hips, gripping them tightly as he stabbed into her deeply. Terrel shuddered as the harsh intake of surprised breath scraped out of her throat and her nails tore at his chest. Tight, wet, heat surrounded him as he thrusted further inside. Risk bucked her hips into his suddenly, drowning Terrel’s senses in a moment of abject pleasure. He arched and groaned. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of the girl’s hips and backside as he reached up to the base of her skull with one hand and pulled her face towards his.
Her body was rigid and fought the downward movement at first. As he wound his fingers in her hair, kneading at her scalp she relented to his desire. Her chest formed warm spots against his own and he moved the hand from her hip to squeeze at the delicate breasts. He felt her tremble against his touch, the tightening against his throbbing part pushing him to continue everything he was doing. He licked at her neck, his tongue trailing up to her jaw before he clamped down with his teeth on her shoulder. She called out a nonsense noise and thrust harder into him at the sensation that flooded from her shoulder. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling at the sweaty red curls, and she finally allowed her body to collapse fully into his.
Terrel moved his hands back down to hold Risk’s waist and then twisted, tossing the girl so that he was the dominating force once again. The tumble separated them and Risk propped herself quickly onto her elbows and glared at Terrel angrily. He smirked, tossing his head slightly to throw a rogue curl from his vision and then gripped the girl’s thighs tightly. He then proceeded to thrust his head between her legs, his fingers massaging the sensitive area that was her inner thighs while he worked his magic. He could feel the self-control that the girl had been trying to maintain slipping further and further from her grasp. Her body quaked and quivered as waves of orgasm coursed through her like nothing she had known before. She pulled and pushed, away and against the onslaught of his tongue. He took a moment and pulled away, biting at the flesh of her inner thigh to hear what noise it would cause to erupt from her.
Risk laid her foot against his shoulder, pushing him away as she forced her trembling body into a sitting position. She crawled towards him and situated herself on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist and one arm extended to hold the bedpost for balance. She pressed slowly and forcefully into him, the measured pace with which he traveled inside her causing the prince’s emerald eyes to roll back in his head slightly. She pressed into him again, and again, and again. Terrel grasped at her breast roughly as he felt the intensifying waves of pleasure roll through continually until there was a hot flash that quickly grew cold as it spilled from within Risk. He went to lean back, finished and tired and found himself flailing onto the ground. He took deep, greedy breaths from his new place on the floor. From her place on the bed Risk looked down at him.
“I won that.”
“Hm?” He muttered, opening one eye to look up at her.
“I stayed on top the longest. I won.”
“Well, I think I’m fine with losing like this.”
Author: Zombz
Rating: NC-17! THIS IS SMUT.
Challenge: fudge ripple 19. domination.
Extras/Toppings: chopped nuts. malt. milkshake.
Word Count: 1,227.
Story: Hoppers-Knights Crossover.
Summary: Bow chika bow wow.
Notes: The malt is an old prompts from a hat (Risk - dancing in the dark) and this is a milkshake of Shayna's 'verse. It's sort of a continuation of an old milkshake blind date thing that I'm too lazy to look up a link. This is without a doubt one of the dirtiest things I've ever written and it sort of figures; Terrel demands it.
“Y’know, that drinkin’ stuff is pretty good. I don’t even feel my ankle hurt ‘nymore,” Risk slurred as she was escorted towards the room. Considering how small she was and how she had never drank anything alcoholic before the young girl had held up pretty well. She needed assistance in the walking department but that would have been the case even if she hadn’t been drunk; she had twisted her ankle after all. And Terrel was only happy to give her the helping hand she needed while he led her towards the bedroom. Once the girl had gotten a few glasses into her she had become much easier to handle. She had ceased acting like the dinner was some kind of strange form of torture and had begun warming up to the prince’s charms. Or at least Terrel liked to think she had.
As soon as they were close enough Risk plopped herself onto the bed. She breathed a deep breath at the relief that came in sitting down and went to work removing the clothes that had been such a bother to her. She took a moment to stretch, reaching her arms up above her head and twisting at her hips until there was a satisfying crack from her back. Languidly she leaned back into the plushness of the bed, noticing for the first time that her dinner guest had not departed from the room. “What’re you still doin’ here?” She questioned, the drinking having gotten rid of any modesty that might have made her uncomfortable of the fact that she was in her underpants. “Why’re you gettin’ undressed?” The second question was spoken with a bit more suspicion. She couldn’t think of any good reason he would need to be taking off his clothes. What did he think was about to happen?
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know,” Terrel growled as he moved quickly onto the bed. Risk leaned back into the pillows as he placed his arms on either side of her head, his knees pressing into the slim hips of the young girl. Now, she certainly was more flat chested than he usually liked but her body was youthful and ripe for the taking. He bore down on her and smiled a rather predatory smile as she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He moved one of his hands down towards her hips, running a finger along the sharp edges and curves before yanking forcefully on her panties. She drew back slightly and he could feel goosebumps form along the inner of her thigh as his fingertips played at her entrance, pushing forward only ever so slightly to see what lay in wait for him. “Going to be so cold, love?” He breathed, leaning down to smash his mouth against the pale girl’s. There was a vicious hungriness in his searching tongue, his nipping teeth. He pulled back in order to breath and was amused to see the girl leaning up towards him. He grinned cockily and dipped down but she dodged his lips. She latched onto his earlobe with her teeth, grinding for a moment before sending her tongue out. She cupped his earlobe with her tongue, tickling and teasing in a way that made Terrel purr deep in his throat.
Then, he was on his back. He sputtered slightly, his back hitting the bed hard as he was suddenly staring up at the girl he had pinned to the mattress. He wasn’t displeased necessarily, just taken off guard. It only took a moment for his smile to slink back onto his face. He could feel Risk’s warmth pressing into his quickly hardening self. She looked down at him, her lamb in the slaughter look having been replaced. A vulpine smile stretched itself across her face and transformed her from a childlike innocent into a mischievous woman. His hands sought her hips, gripping them tightly as he stabbed into her deeply. Terrel shuddered as the harsh intake of surprised breath scraped out of her throat and her nails tore at his chest. Tight, wet, heat surrounded him as he thrusted further inside. Risk bucked her hips into his suddenly, drowning Terrel’s senses in a moment of abject pleasure. He arched and groaned. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of the girl’s hips and backside as he reached up to the base of her skull with one hand and pulled her face towards his.
Her body was rigid and fought the downward movement at first. As he wound his fingers in her hair, kneading at her scalp she relented to his desire. Her chest formed warm spots against his own and he moved the hand from her hip to squeeze at the delicate breasts. He felt her tremble against his touch, the tightening against his throbbing part pushing him to continue everything he was doing. He licked at her neck, his tongue trailing up to her jaw before he clamped down with his teeth on her shoulder. She called out a nonsense noise and thrust harder into him at the sensation that flooded from her shoulder. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling at the sweaty red curls, and she finally allowed her body to collapse fully into his.
Terrel moved his hands back down to hold Risk’s waist and then twisted, tossing the girl so that he was the dominating force once again. The tumble separated them and Risk propped herself quickly onto her elbows and glared at Terrel angrily. He smirked, tossing his head slightly to throw a rogue curl from his vision and then gripped the girl’s thighs tightly. He then proceeded to thrust his head between her legs, his fingers massaging the sensitive area that was her inner thighs while he worked his magic. He could feel the self-control that the girl had been trying to maintain slipping further and further from her grasp. Her body quaked and quivered as waves of orgasm coursed through her like nothing she had known before. She pulled and pushed, away and against the onslaught of his tongue. He took a moment and pulled away, biting at the flesh of her inner thigh to hear what noise it would cause to erupt from her.
Risk laid her foot against his shoulder, pushing him away as she forced her trembling body into a sitting position. She crawled towards him and situated herself on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist and one arm extended to hold the bedpost for balance. She pressed slowly and forcefully into him, the measured pace with which he traveled inside her causing the prince’s emerald eyes to roll back in his head slightly. She pressed into him again, and again, and again. Terrel grasped at her breast roughly as he felt the intensifying waves of pleasure roll through continually until there was a hot flash that quickly grew cold as it spilled from within Risk. He went to lean back, finished and tired and found himself flailing onto the ground. He took deep, greedy breaths from his new place on the floor. From her place on the bed Risk looked down at him.
“I won that.”
“Hm?” He muttered, opening one eye to look up at her.
“I stayed on top the longest. I won.”
“Well, I think I’m fine with losing like this.”