Chapter 211: Zero Health Standards

I press in slowly, giving her every inch of warning, watching her back arch and her mouth fall open on a silent gasp before the sound catches up a second later, high and desperate and nothing like the composed purr she uses when she thinks she’s in charge.

"There she is," I hiss, voice rough with satisfaction.

"Matt!" Half plea, half something else.

"Right here." I keep the pace slow, deliberate, refusing to give her the fast, hard thing her body’s clearly begging for. "We’re doing this my way tonight."

Her tail flicks against the floor, wings twitching where they’re folded against her back, and every single reaction confirms what I already know: that she’s exactly as wrecked as I want her to be and not one bit more in control than I’ve decided to allow.

"Ask me again," I say, rocking into her slow and deep, feeling her walls flutter around me with every drag. "Ask if I’m going to fuck you on this table."

"Are you..." she gasps, words breaking apart. "Are you gonna..."

"Yeah?" I lean down, smoke curling around both of us like a second skin. "Gonna fuck you right here, right on this table, until you forget every single thing except my name?"

She comes apart at that, just from the words, clenching hard enough that I have to grit through it myself, and I decide right then that we’ve got a long way left to go before either of us is done tonight.

Cherry’s ass was shiny against the neon lights, and I could swear she was already bucking her knees back towards me to be fucked; God, it was hot.

"Fuck, Matt, please" Cherry whined, hips bucking.

"hmmm Nah, not right now..." as the blunt end of my tail still just teases her opening, spreading her open just enough to tease that throbbing clit.

Smoke tendrils erupted from my sides, thick, coiling ropes of shadow. Two formed hands, and latching onto her tits, I have them pinch her nipples that are hardening into aching peaks.

I twist them, and she’s already crying out, back arching off the table. The smoke hands squeezed her breasts like ripe fruit, thumbs circling her nipples.

"Still want to be boss? Still want to be in charge right now?" I press my tail into her pussy but only an inch, then I take it out. She bucks her hips up, searching for it again.

Cherry whimpers. "Y-yes—"

"Liar." A fourth tendril hardened into a clawed hand, and I jammed it into her mouth against her cheek, talons pricking her skin. "Open," I commanded.

I dip my head down to her mouth and force it open with my tongue, and pull back "Delicious"

She whimpers, her eyes going that rainbow colour, flaring to life, wanting to take over the dominance.

I flick my tongue into her mouth, fucking her throat in short, filthy thrusts. Cherry gagged, spit pooling on her chin. Her ass jiggled, hips grinding uselessly against my tail.

"Good girl, stay obedient," i purred. my tongue retreated, leaving her panting, drool slicking her chin.

god damn, I need to fuck her now. My cocks surged from the smoke, thick as wrists, veined and glistening with pre-cum.

They slapped against Cherry’s face, smearing her cheeks, her lips.

"No-" she choked.

I keep her jaw open with a coil of smoke and let both cocks sink deeper, feeling her throat try to swallow around me even as she gags hard. Her eyes go wide, watering, streaks running down through her mascara, but she doesn’t pull back, doesn’t fight the coil holding her still. I rock into her slow, then fast, then slow again, my balls slapping wet against her chin every time I bottom out.

Glug. Glug. Glug.

Sloppy, filthy sounds, spit running down her chin, down her throat, dripping onto her tits where the smoke hands are still working her nipples raw. My tail hasn’t stopped either, blunt tip still teasing her pussy, dipping in an inch and dragging back out just to hear her whine around a mouthful of me.

"You’re doing so good," I tell her, voice thick, watching her throat bulge with every thrust. "Taking both of me like a champ."

She gags again, throat clenching hard enough that my eyes nearly cross, and I pull back just enough to let her breathe before sinking back in.

My tail’s soaked through now, dripping with her, and I trail it lower, past her clit, past her entrance, until the blunt tip presses right up against the tight little pucker she’s never had touched before.

She feels it. God, she feels it immediately, whole body going rigid, eyes snapping wide.

"Mmph—mmf!" She tries to talk around my cocks, tries to shake her head, but the coil holds her jaw open, and I don’t stop feeding her.

I press in slowly, just the tip, barely breaching that tight ring of muscle. She’s never had anything back there, not once, and her whole body knows it, clenching down so hard I have to hum through the pressure myself.

"Relax," I murmur, easing another inch in, giving her time to adjust even while my cocks keep working her throat in slow, deep drags. "Just relax for me."

Her eyes are wet, wide, panicked, and she chokes out something that sounds almost like a word around the girth stretching her jaw.

"No—Ah", Breathy. Broken. Barely audible past the drool and the gagging.

But her eyes don’t match it. Her eyes are begging, rainbow-bright and blown wide, silently screaming yes, don’t stop, please, and her hips are already tilting back toward my tail like her body’s making the decision her mouth can’t.

"Liar," I growl, echoing myself from minutes ago, and push another inch deeper, feeling that tight virgin heat swallow me whole.

She’s clenching so hard around my tail I can barely move, and I ease back, give her a breath, then press forward again, slower this time, patient, savouring every inch like unwrapping something I’ve been saving for last.