Tysone's tongue was a warm, wet flame against her breast. He was voracious, almost feverish in his ministrations, as if he were trying to devour her whole. And Shizuka, for her part, was more than happy to be devoured. Heat poured off his lips.
She felt herself clench around nothing, thighs slick already, the silk nightgown now a ruined scrap hanging off one shoulder.
Tysone pulled back just enough to watch her. Moonlight carved shadows across his chest—broad, black, gleaming with sweat. His eyes glowed faintly, ember-red at the edges, and the air around his mouth shimmered like asphalt in July. He dragged a thumb across her wet nipple, slow, deliberate. The heat lingered, branding her skin.
"Ahngg... Ty..."
"Still feel neglected?" He said, gravelly, voice low and naughtily strained.
She couldn't answer. Her knees buckled. He caught her by the ass—one massive hand under each cheek—and lifted her clean off the balcony floor. The pliable, soft flesh that sunk into his hands was enough to make him envision all the filthy ways he could have her. She yelped, then giggled, a throaty, carefree sound that was so Shizuka.
Her legs locked around his waist, the slick heat of her core pressing directly against the rigid line of his erection, still trapped behind his sweatpants.
With her in his arms, Tysone burst into the bedroom. As much as he'd enjoy fucking her over the railing, he much preferred the comfort of his bed.
He tossed her onto the bed, a cloud of white sheets billowing around her. She landed with a soft oof and a wider, brighter smile, her nightgown torn, her hair a tangled mess across the pillows. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shucked his pants and boxers in one smooth motion.
The sight of him, like dark velvet poured over steel, throbbing, proud and ready, sent another wave of slick heat through her. She was a mature woman whose first real sexual experiences had Tysone's signature written all over them. She had never wanted for more because the bar had already been set.
But now... now he was different. More intense. More... everything.
He crawled onto the bed.
"Ty..."
"I'm here." He murmured, his hands braced on either side of her head.
He lowered himself onto her, his weight a gentle but firm pressure settling on her. Her huge breasts squished and deformed under his bugling pecs. He smelled the woman's scent and body wash. Jasmine. And no doubt some soft fragrance she'd found herself. And the lingering smell of antiseptic from her work. It was a weirdly arousing mix.
Who, in their right, straight, aroused mind, never thought of railing their busty, ditsy, but undeniably hot nurse?
He slotted his cock between her wet, slick folds, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as her heat enveloped him.
"Shit, you're so wet." He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to just slam into her.
"Just... just put it in, Ty-kyun..." She begged, her hips rolling up to meet his, trying to draw him in.
Patience. He'd been patient with Saya. Well, sort of.
But this was Shizuka.
Patience had no place here.
He grabbed her legs, pushing them up and back, spreading her wide open.
Just as per her request, and that of his inner animal, he didn't wait. One thrust and he was inside her—raw, no barrier, stretching her open in a single brutal slide.
Shizuka's head slammed back against the pillow, a broken cry tearing loose. Her eyes rolled up. He was huge, filling her so completely her vision whited out. The heat—God, the heat—radiated from his cock like a brand, searing her walls, making her drip down his shaft and over his balls. It was almost too much. Almost.
"Nghh… Ty! Ahhh!" Her legs trembled, muscles straining where he held them, pinned to her shoulders.
"Feel that?" He growled, beginning to move. His strokes were punishing from the start. Hard, deep. He pulled out almost all the way, just the thick head stretching her entrance, then slammed back in, grinding against her cervix.
The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, a wet, unforgiving percussion underscored by her whimpers and his guttural grunts.
"Gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk, Shizuka-sensei." He promised, and he loved the sensei part; it was that kind of youthful taboo fantasy he'd always had. "'Til all you can remember is my cock splitting you open."
His words, as crude as they were, only spurred her on.
Her nails, no matter how sharp or strong, failed to leave red marks on his enhanced skin.
He set a rhythm that made the headboard knock the wall. Slow drag out, brutal snap back in. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs. Shizuka's hands scrabbled for something to hold—his shoulders, the sheets, anything. She found his forearms, nails digging in, useless against the heat rolling off him.
"Ty—" It came out a sob.
He answered with a grind, hips rolling so his pubic bone mashed her clit. The heat flared hotter there, a pulse that made her thighs jerk. She was dripping, the sheets already soaked beneath her ass. Every time he pulled back, her pussy clung to him, reluctant, greedy.
"Look at you." He rasped. "Taking it like you were made for it."
She couldn't speak. Only nod, frantic, eyes glassy. He let her legs drop to his elbows, folded her in half. The new angle drove him deeper—impossible, obscene. Her toes curled. She felt the head of his cock kiss her cervix again and again, a dull, sweet ache that blurred into pleasure.
He leaned down, mouth at her ear. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna leave you leaking me for days."
The words snapped something inside her. She came hard, back arching off the bed, pussy clamping down so tight he had to fight to move. A low growl tore from his throat. He didn't stop—just fucked her through it, hips pistoning, sweat dripping from his chest onto her tits.
When she came down, he flipped her. One smooth motion. She landed on her stomach, dazed, ass in the air. He didn't give her time to breathe. Hands on her hips, he yanked her back and sank into the root.
"Fuck—" The word punched out of her, muffled by the pillow.
He took her like that, rough and steady. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed loud. Each thrust sent a ripple through her flesh, tits swaying beneath her. He reached under, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. The heat there was almost too much. Sharp, electric.
Another orgasm built fast. She shoved back to meet him, chasing it. He felt it coming, felt her tighten again, and growled. "Come on my cock, Shizuka-sensei. Do it." The words pushed her over. She shattered. A high, thin wail this time, her entire body shaking.
Tysone let go. Two more deep, brutal strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he let loose. Heat flooded her, thick and copious, a claiming mark that set her off all over again in a weak, shuddering aftershock.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breaths.
Tysone stayed inside her, feeling the frantic, dying pulses of her pussy around his length. Then he slowly, carefully, pulled out.
He was still impossibly hard, because for Tysone's body, one orgasm was just the appetizer. Shizuka, limp on the bed, felt the sudden emptiness and shivered, then felt something warm and sticky trickle down her thigh.
"You look so hot like that, sensei, with my cum leaking out of your pussy." He rumbled.
Shizuka, completely spent and boneless, just rolled over, a languid, satisfied smile on her face. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and adoring. She ran a finger through the mess on her thigh, then brought it to her lips, tasting him.
"We're... we're going to stain the sheets." She managed, her voice a dreamy whisper.
Tysone just chuckled. "Who cares?"
Shizuka watched him, her heart doing a funny little flip. He was magnificent. Like a statue carved from obsidian, come to life. Even more so now, after his second evolution. He was more... radiant. A combination of small changes that were slowly accumulating and transforming this fine piece of meat into something truly terrifying and magnificent.
Shizuka barely had time to blink before she was hoisted up once more and put into a very shameful position, before Tysone ruthlessly took her. Again.
And again.
Every time she blinked, her mind hazy and swimming through a sea of pleasure, he'd put her into another position. Her brain was too foggy to keep up, but she could have sworn she had been on her side, her back, her stomach, and in the air at least once. And each time she climaxed, he just kept going.
It was an endless, blissful cycle of pleasure and pain.
Author's Note:
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