Romans & histoires Fullmetal Ifrit Sex

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Ifrit made fun of him. "All I was trying to do was stand up and speak properly." Rage coughed incongruously. "Ideally, you shouldn't try any duplicitous ruses any longer. I am not someone who can be duped by someone like you. My fingers are crossed that your demon brain isn't so dim as to keep your secrets. Otherwise, I shall quickly obliterate your soul." With a voice as frigid as ice, Ifrit spoke. Hearing those words caused Rage to involuntary shiver, and his visage changed to one that was incredibly unpleasant. He had 'suffered' much.

He hungrily kissed her again and again, and when Ifrit grew accustomed to the feeling, his desire would take over, and he would dominate her again. Freya dug her nails into the flesh of her palms at the sight. She felt numb as she watched the pair go round after round. She watched the way Magnus completely lost himself in his passion and the way Ifrit squirmed and pleaded with him. Freya had lost count of how many times they went at it as she stabbed herself. It was only when the bathtub was stained with blood and the effect of the drug subsided that she finally sobered up. It was dawn when she limped out of the room on her injured leg.

Elias rose and rubbed the fat, scorching head of his massive cock up and down her soaked slit, coating the swollen head in her creamy juices, nudging her engorged clit with every pass. “Beg like the filthy Arctic slut you are.” “Fuck me!” Freya screamed, voice raw. “Please wreck this dripping pussy! Stretch me wide open with your hard cock. Pound my cervix until I break. Use me like your personal cumdump. Breed me deep!” He slammed into her in one brutal, balls-deep thrust.

I came with a violence that left me sobbing for air, my internal muscles clenching around his fingers as he increased the speed, driving me through the aftershocks. "That's it," he hummed, his voice vibrating against my lips as he drank my moans. "Give it all to me." I rode the waves until the world stopped spinning. He stood there, dark and looming, his eyes glowing with a predatory light that made me shiver. "I have to taste what I've claimed," Ifu announced. "Ifu..." I breathed, but he was already lifting me. He sat me on the edge of the stone vanity as if I weighed nothing at all. In his arms, my size felt perfect—not a burden, but a gift.

“I need to hear my name on your lips again.” A strangled sob slips free as I open my mouth. “Kristoffor…” “Fuck, baby,” he pants and increases his pace as though he’d been playing with me. The rain outside drums louder in a furious rhythm to match the slap of our bodies. Steam fogs up the windows until I’m completely and utterly soaked in sex and heat. That doesn’t make him stop either. “Touch yourself, Milaya. Rub that clit for me while I ruin you six ways to sunday.”

Their hot breath condenses in the plane window. "Like what you saw, my love?" He sexily grinned. Limping under his raw touch, her gaze dropped to his lower body. Sumire was awestruck by his massive raw frame and gasped as Mort released his engorge, enormous and maddening shaft now fully naked in her sight. The man wasted no time, he teasingly rubs his arousal into her pool of wetness and plunges inside her without hesitation.