[Nearly a week before Going Home] Warning: NSFW, Intercourse, Blood, etc..
It was the dead of night, pitch black in the room that she was sharing with Arno, save for the little bit of light seeping from under the door that lead out into the hallways of the underground base. Waking suddenly, Moira kept her eyes shut tight for a couple seconds before slowly opening and just staring at the wall across from the bed. Her breathing shaky and her heart pounding, she tried her best to take in slow, calm, breaths as the dream-vision still lingered in her head. Moira always hated her dreams, more so recently as they seemed to be just as fractured as he third-eye ability was. Yet this one was different, having seen things from three different perspectives at the same time, the split originally causing the most distress until she laid there and thought about what she had seen. Untangling herself from the shark, she slowly sat up and ran her hand through her long hair, letting out a sigh that sounded partially distressed. Shaking her head, Moira went to stand up, feeling the need to get some fresh air, somehow.
Arno was used to tossing and turning in his sleep, but he could feel Moira slipping away from him in his sleep. He usually was the first to wake and the first to crash out. He grunted when she untangled herself from the messy cuddling position they were in and slowly creaked an eye open. Her heartbeat was thumping, which he could tell wasn't a good thumping."Beefcake...You alright?" He questioned, figuring the answer was going to be know, but trying to be thoughtful. His head was always a little cloudy when he was first waking up, so it took him a few moments to remember where he was too. It was pretty normal for him to look disoriented when first waking up.
Stretching a bit, Moira let out a slightly pained sound as she stretched out a slightly cramped muscle, "Yeah, just a strange dream is all." She left it ambiguous as she really didn't want to try explaining that the dreams were linked to one of her own powers. Taking in another deep breath, she sat back down on the bed, feeling just a little wobbly as her body was telling her to rest but her mind said run.
Unfortunately, Arno had been rousing himself to wake and now was unable to go back to sleep. He stared at her for a long moment, wondering if he should pester her about it. "Did you...want to talk about it?" He questioned, throwing his feet over the side of the bed. It was nice that Michael had figured out some sleeping arrangements. He'd have to remember to make him off the bite list.
Just sitting there on the edge of the bed, looking down at her right hand, fiddling with the wedding band on her ring finger, Moira stayed silent for a moment. "I do, sort of. The issue is finding the right words to describe what I saw." As she spoke, she seemed to be preemptively figuring out how to word what she saw and how she could describe how she was seeing it.
Arno got up from the bed, listening to it creak a little bit and walked around to stand in front of her. "Well, I'll let you try. I know better than anyone, words are hard." He put his hands on his hips, slipping his fingers into the pockets of those obnoxious boxers.
Moira continued to sit there for a couple moments, opening her mouth every so often to try to speak before stopping, but eventually she spoke. "So...I have this ability that used to let me see little blips of a fight I was in, and they tried to take it," she motioned to the left side of her face where her nearly blind eye was, "now it doesn't work like it used to, but...I've always been able to see some form of past events in dreams, but only in dreams..." she took in a breath and looked up to him, smiling a little awkwardly, "following so far?"
"Yup." He grinned, running a finger across his nose. "Just giving me more fuel for the Haven shark week." he chuckled and then sat down next to her on the bed. "So you saw something that's bothering you?" He fiddled with his fingers, rolling them across each other and looking down at the tiled floor.
She nodded, "Yeah, though I'm not...sure why. It just...it didn't feel right, then again the last time this happened was when I was a child, so that might also be the reason..” With another pause, Moira leaned back just a little bit, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling, "unlike the other one, I was seeing through one set of eyes and then suddenly three."
"Huh....that's really weird. I mean not in a bad way." He looked over at her, inspecting her features. "Just that's pretty cool? Ominous. Three eyes? Never seen a Meta with three eyes but then again I don't see many rock people or sharks either." he was trying to crack a joke, but felt his humour was lacking.
Moira smiled a bit at him, "Well, we are a weird species.." was all she could come up with before looking back down at her hand, the ring still there, still being fiddled with. "but... I think what I have now...or what it's become for the dream part of it, it might just be related to whoever I am related to by blood," she paused, closing her eyes to think a moment, "The first one...I think it was my Mother, but this one... I know it was my grandmother because I saw her, I saw her face.."
"You have living relatives other than Lucy, Yoko , and the other lady you punched? Lucky." he chuckled wry fully. "Least I got you and the captain. Trying not to make this a bum out session....do you think there is something we've gotta do? Like...a vision quest?" He pat her knee, reassuring people was something he was getting used to with Moira.
She chuckled a little, shaking her head as she opened her eye to look at his hand on her knee, "In theory, I would have a lot of blood relatives, depending on what had happened when I was locked up. Twenty years is a long time for things to happen..." Moira sat still for a moment, before eventually laying back on the bed, her hair clumping in a pile at the small of her back, but she didn't bother to fix it. "The woman I punched is my grandmother, but...I only saw her face as I watched - at least in this dream - her staring in horror at two...I think it was two... pairs of eyes staring back at her. What I was looking at was like seeing three different ways at once, it was something I really don't want to do again any time soon."
"Sounds like it would be disorienting." He hesitated for a moment before curling up against her, placing his head on her stomach. "What did you want to do today?" he stared at her from the position where he was. "Are we done with the tunnels?"
Moira just laid there, moving her hand to rest near his head, but not touching it, "I think we are done with the tunnels, I don't really think we need any more of them right now, though I could dig just to dig, but I miss being on the surface again...I don't like being down here."
"I mean, there's nothing....stopping us. You really think nerd boy can stop us?" He chuckled, his body tensing a little bit as her hand got closer. She smelt nice though, like fresh gravel on a mountain side. "I mean, how else could we fight to get this off your mind?"
"I'm not sure, really. I don't know why this one is bugging me so much either. It's just, something felt different, not quite right. There shouldn't have been a reason for it to split into three.." Moira let out an annoyed sigh, wishing that this wasn't getting to her as much as it was, but now she had to deal with it.
"Well. We don't know until it happens really. Don't sweat the small stuff. You are too big for that." He teased, brushing her hand with his Mohawk. "Stress is bad for rocks and gems. Stress too much, you'll get a fracture." He yawned for a moment and shook his shoulders out in a slight spasm.
She let out another sigh, "I don't think these are a small thing.... I do remember a phrase that they said before the split vision." Moira fell silent, as if not wanting to say the words, or as if she were bracing herself. "It was something like 'ready the Adamantine and Feral dna'.."
Arno popped up and looked down at her. "Adamantite and feral....?" He looked very carefully at her face and could tell it bothered her. "Are those ******** trying to engineer Meta now? Oooooooooooooh......." he hopped off the bed and suddenly went feral, pacing back and forth in his larger form. He reached out and punched part of the wall, leaving an imprint of his fist.
Moira brought her hand to her face, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and forefinger, "They tried..and succeeded. There's no other way to put it, but whatever they managed to make...it's...part of me helped make...them." she took in a deep breath, "It might be why my grandmother was so terrified...I might actually have to go talk to her about this...see what she know about it, I just...I want to know if I'm actually seeing things as they have happened...again."
"Like if your powers are working right again?" He growled between his clenched teeth, walking closer to her and clenching his fists. "You gonna punch her again or you gonna use the talky words?" He grunted, opening and closing his fists. This was bullshit, first they capture people, then they experiment with their DNA. Whoever was making meta out of Moira and some other feral was gonna pay.
"I just want to talk to her, if she'll even talk to me. There's a chance that she might not talk to me, considering I did punch her." Just letting her hand rest on her face, she continued to lay on the bed, not wanting to sit up or move again. The dream had woken her up from a decently deep sleep, so she was still pretty exhausted. "I just...want to know if the dreams are still the same...I did manage to somehow talk to my brother through one earlier...it was so strange.."
"Yeah maybe ..." he started to calm down and dropped back into his smaller form."You have some pretty cool powers though. I'm just bitey."He laughed and reached out to pet her head. It dawned on him that her brush would be nearby and he sniffed it out, grabbing it from the bedside drawer. "You uh..." he pointed the brush at her and sat down beside her on the bed."Yer hair's a mess"
Opening her eyes, she gave him a look of confusion before slowly sitting up and attempting to run her hand through her mass of hair. Frowning when it came out to be a tangled, knotted mess, she sighed. "It's not like I can easily take care of it. I can try to braid it on my own, but it takes forever even when I use what little psychokinesis I inherited.." Moira mumbled, actually looking a little ashamed, considering she used to be able to take such great care of her hair, now she was stuck just attempting to keep it not in her face.
"Well I will make you a promise beefcake....I'll do my best to help you take care of your hair, if you promise we can be friends even if I piss you off."He started to run the brush through her hair, tugging gently into the knots. "And I'll even see if I can learn how to braid, that way ye can keep yer hair in order." He ran his fingers up through her hair and then the brush back down again.
A smile graced her lips followed by a soft chuckle, "I don't think you could ever piss me off, Arno.". As he started to brush her hair, she closed her eyes and did her best to just enjoy a the little act of gentle intimacy. Letting herself relax quite a bit, Moira started to hum a tune, one that she could be heard singing softly to herself when she thought that she was alone, one that was once sung to her many years ago.
Arno casually listened to the tune as he continued his actions. "Trust me, I can and it'll happen." He lost the brush in her hair at one point and get very close to her, his hands wound up in her abundant locks. "Sorry." He breathed down the back of her neck. "I kind of lost the brush. Give me a moment...." he continued talked very close to her ear, huffing softly.
She was about to laugh a little, though the laugh got caught in her throat as Arno got closer, the breath on the back of her neck more than enough to send a shiver down her spine. About to ask him if he was doing that on purpose, Moira turned her head just enough to glance back at him, though it was enough for him to get a view of the light pink tint - even in the darkness - to her cheeks. As she glanced at him, she shook her head a tiny bit, remembering who it was, there was no way that he would be doing it on purpose, more so considering that he was still generally awkward about things. Awkward, but adorable. Another shiver down her spine as he got close to her ear, "Maybe.... Maybe I should just cut it all off." she mumbled quickly.
"No!" He growled defensively. "It's beautiful." He finally got his hand on the brush and slowly tugged it back out of her hair. He could see the tint on her face just fine, his preditorial sight working well, even in this lack of light. He swallowed and looked her over. "I uh...I'm not embarrassing you am I?" He was up on his knees, still very close to her. He reached around her head, pulling loose hair back.
"No...no, you...you didn't embarrass me." Moira said quickly, though quietly, closing her eyes and visibly shivering as he moved her hair back, though now a bit embarrassed by how easily she was letting her body react to such simple things. "Just, just things, things is all."she mumbled, bringing her hand to her face to try and attempt to hide her blushing face, but it was a little difficult.
”Well, talk. You know we can open to each other." he pat her shoulders and wiggled a little bit. "I mean like you are the only one I let get near me and stuff like that. You don't try to hurt me and I like that, so spill it. Let's talk about you.” Arno leaned over her body, getting over his not liking to be touched by people for the moment and laid his chin on her shoulder. "If anything, I want us to be able to use our words as best as we can" He gave a sincere smile, which was not normal for him, and felt weird on his face.
Moira kept her face covered with her hand, her eyes closed as she tried to think about how she could phrase this without being incredibly blunt about what she wanted to do. "Thing is, what I want to do now isn't really something that you can do with a lot of words. I mean, you can and you totally should because communication is important in general for it, but it's more of an...uhm..." she paused, opening her eyes to Just look at him for a moment. "It's...sort of like taking with every single part of your body, letting someone see and touch all of you, something that some people do only with those that they want to be as close as possible to. .I'm one of those people and I kind of want to do that with you."
"Sort of like weird touching charades? I mean if you want a massage, just tell me where. I mean, yeah you can't really talk a massage onto someone..." he laughed innocently for a moment and squeezed her shoulders with his hands. "You smell a little different than usual..." he murmured. "Like a fresh breeze...rolling over a fresh water bank. It's nice." He was oblivious to the hinting at the moment, not really ...accustomed to people in general and especially not a girl.
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 3:25 pm
She started to sigh but it just ended up in a strange snorting laughter, "no, no, not charades or a simple massage. I was trying to tiptoe around it, but I guess that didn't work out too well. I'm pretty much just..." she was still laughing a little from the charades comment as she just looked at him, a smile on her face as well as a bright blush. "I want to have sex with you, Arno."
Arno nodded, listening to her and paused for a moment, drawing in a shallow breath. The heat on his face was evident. "What...me?" He paused for a moment and shook a little bit, nervousness and excitement hitting him all together. "I... oh..." he gripped her tight, wrapping his arms around her. "Well .." there was another deep breath. "I've never done that before, but it would be fine with you..I just hope you don't mind...oh who am I kidding, you actually like me..." he dropped his hands down to her thighs. "Never explored a woman before. Let me know if I'm too rough..." he bit down lightly on her shoulder, feeling her soft, but tough skin beneath him.
"I more than like you...- nnh..." Moira had begun to talk when he had bitten into her shoulder, her words melting away quite quickly into a pleased noise that escaped her lips with ease. She had come to accept, way before now, that biting would be a part of their intimate moments, but actually feeling it was definitely something else. Moving her hand to rest on one of his, she smiled and leaned back into him slightly, "I don't think you can be too rough, I can take it." Moira smiled a bit more as she tilted her head in the opposite direction of where he had bitten her, her flesh giving way and beading with small droplets of blood, not too deep but just enough to draw it."We can take things as slow or as fast as you'd like."
"I'm just...going to do stuff." He whispered between shattered breaths, his tongue slowly moving to lap up at her blood. His hands traveled up and down her legs before touching between to the warmth of her groin. "Feel free....to guide.... me..." he bit a little more and lapped up at the blood drawn, then drug his tongue up to her ear.he grabbed the earlobe with his teeth, but didn't bite down enough to draw, just enough to prove he could.
"W-Well...do you want to try something interesting..? It's called 'eating out'.." her words were soft and breathy, honestly just enjoying the gentle caress of his hands paired with the bites, a small shiver going through her body as his hands slid down her thighs and to her crotch.
"Sure..."he breathed in and crawled his way around her. "I'm kind of getting the idea..." he whispered, getting onto the floor on his knees in front of her. "How important...." he shook his head and bit the fabric off from her pants and her undergarments if she were wearing any. "Pretty sure not supposed to bite too hard." He could smell her scent...it was so deep. He let his tongue slowly touch her most private parts and groaned happily.
Luckily she hadn't been wearing any, due to the fact that there weren't any in her size and she couldn't be bothered to ask for such items while they were all busy. "Yeah, not too hard with the biting...oooOoHh..." Moira's eyes rolled back a little as she moaned, leaning back onto the bed as she took in a deep, shaky breath. "Ooohhh, yessss..." she carried the last word, it soon turning into a slight hiss as she moved her hand to gently place it on the top of Arnos head.
Arno assumed he was doing just fine, knowing there was a large hand on the back of his head. He felt her impressive strength in just the touch alone and continued, running his tongue over the folds and above, finding what felt like a large nub. He bit down softly on it, not quite aware that was her clitoris he was giving a workover. His hands slide up her thighs to wipe his mouth. He had been salivating a lot more than usual. He touched her moistness and slipped his finger inside of her. Feeling her quiver beneath him was exciting.
Moira continued to moan softly as his tongue explored her depths, her eyes closed as she just reveled in the intense feeling of it all, her body feeling like it was tingling slightly. Though as he bit down on her c**t, she suddenly gripped the back of his head a little tighter, a rather loud gasp escaping her. Already panting softly, she sat up just a tiny bit in an attempt to just watch Arno exploring her body, shivering a little as he slid a finger into her already ready body, "E-enjoying yourself s-so far?" she asked, looking at him with half closed eyes.
"Yeah...I expected you to taste different...." he replied, her c**t not getting any remorse from his tongue and teeth. He curled his finger inside of her, feeling the bundle of nerves inside of her. He gulped down what was in his mouth and dug the nails from his free hand into her hip. He didn't really need to ask her anything right now. She had a tight grip on his head and he could tell something was coming.
"Y-you, y-you are good...a at this." she barely managed to say the words between the pleased noises and breathy moans as her body slowly began to tense up. It didn't take too many more bites, more so with the shark doing more than well enough, for Moira to feel the sudden release of her muscles. As a loud, shaky, moan rattled her chest, her walls tensed and seemed to try to pull Arnos hand in, while she - much to her own surprise and partial embarrassment - squirted right into his face.
Arno sputtered for a moment, surprised more than anything about the whole ordeal, sitting back on his haunches and shaking his face. He'd broken her grip when it happened. Wiping his face, he gave her a toothy grin. "I guess that's how I know I won..." he put his hands down on his knees and laughed softly.
Moira was just sprawled out on the bed, her chest rising and falling at odd intervals, her face a bright red. "Sorry..about that..." she managed to mumble, looking a mixture of pleased but embarrassed.
"Na you're okay. I made you feel good and did it right, so I'm pleased." He crawled up the bed, moving his face across her chest and feeling her nipples with his cheek. He turned his head and bit one playfully. "I uh.. don't want to surprise you if you are wanting to do the same for me... but.. I'm a little odd..." he didn't quite know how to put it into words...well he could. "I don't.. I'm not normal down there." He was slightly embarrassed but grabbed her hand gently placing it on the front of his shorts to feel BOTH of his members."It's a shark thing..."
Just laying on the bed and letting him do what he wanted, she slowly opened her eyes when he said he didn't want to freak her out. Leaning up a bit, she let him move her hand to his crotch, eyes going wide when she felt them. "Oh that's fun." Moira seemed to purr a little as she said the words, trying to move to sit up as she would have to practically be sitting on the floor to reciprocate what they just did. "I can either do something similar to you, or I can get you aroused enough for us to start what could be considered the main attraction."
Arno groaned, looking her over, his pupils dilated and his vision shaking. "Main attraction." He hissed, rubbing his body against her and slipping his shorts off at the same time. He had a pretty good idea what was going to happen, and both of the six inchers we ready to go...he just wasn't sure what Moira was going to do about them.
"It might be a little uncomfortable at the start..." Moira whispered, just wanting to make him aware, more so considering that they didn't have any lube, though she could always ask around for it, right? Moving her hand, she helped guide both of the members into her ready and waiting snach, though as she did she bit down on her bottom lip. Even though or had been quite awhile, she could take both of them, it was just going to be a little tight until they got going.
Arno wiggled, his cocks dribbling down his length and could feel that he got it on her guiding hand. He didn't care at this moment. Suddenly the cool air mixed with their warmth was no longer a sensation to him, replaced by the sensation of moistness that wasn't uncomfortable. It was very reassuring and it felt so good. He grabbed her hips to keep from bucking right away and tried to wiggle back and forth, letting her snatch lube his twin members up. "Good thing I'm not in my feral form." He grunted, finally getting to the point where he could work a rhythm into her. "This feels so good, like I'm melting Mo...mo.... "
"Mmmm... you don't have to go slow, Arno.." She mumbled between soft moans, her own hand moving to grasp his wrist gently. The sensation of being filled in such a way was one that she had missed greatly, and was quite happy that it was a sensation that she was getting yet again. After a couple seconds, she gripped his wrist a little tighter, "You can go harder, go as hard as you want.." she looked at him, smiling a little before it turned into a grin, as if egging him on to go as hard as he could.
"Just remember...you asked for it." he slammed down against her, his hips colliding with hers. "Maybe once I've got you used to this I'll give you a taste of my true form...." he reached up and grabbed her hair, tugging hard. "I like that you can handle this. I'm always amazed at how strong you are...." he grinned and moaned, feeling her walls clenched around him.
Her grin widened and a loud moan rattled through her throat, "hhhhhhnnnHh yess!" Moira arched her back slightly, moving her hand up his arm and to his shoulder, starting to dig her nails into his flesh. As he pulled her hair, she tilted her head back and let out a delightful scream of pleasure, "Yes, more....more!"
Arno was pounding Moira so hard, he could hear the bed rattle something fierce. His balls were slapping the bottom side of her snatch and it felt good as it stung a little bit. "Dig your nails harder than that!" He demanded, biting down on her breasts and pricking the nipples with the tips of his teeth. There was a rhythmic slamming against the wall and he was sure he heard pictures fall off the walls.
Smiling at his comment, she dug her nails in harder before wrapping her legs around the small of his back and using her momentum to throw herself up and over, so Arno would now be below her and she on top.
"Oh no..." he whispered realizing he was in for it now. Any time she would dip ,her breasts were in his face, and got a love n**. He could feel her weight and it made everything more exciting. "Think we can break this bed?" He chortled, letting his nails run down her sides, leaving fresh red marks in the dark.
"Ohh yes~" Moira whispered, looking down at him with a slightly amused grin on her lips and a glint in her eye, pleased that her toss had worked. Shifting how her legs were positioned, she sat up a bit more, putting as much as her weight as she dared down onto Arno, her grin turning into a small smile as she arched her back before she started to move her hips in a figure-eight motion. "Mmmm...probably...but...it might need a bit more weight.."
"Nnnng I'm not gonna lie... but I feel it close...let's test my stamina...." he groaned and tugged her flesh with his nails, releasing inside of her, both cocks releasing simultaneously. He was writhing underneath her, experiencing new pleasure he'd never imagined. "Oh...oh Moira!" He called her name loudly, it resonating off the walls. "Don't you dare stop!"
Shivering slightly as his nails left lines in her skin, none of them actually hard enough to draw blood, she let out a breathy noise as he felt him releasing inside of her, though she was still not completely satisfied herself. "Didn't plan on it..." Moira hissed a little as she leaned forward, arching her back the other way so she could lean down and kiss him, her eyes closing halfway as she did. "Think you can keep up?" she asked, continuing the motion with her hips, though he slowed down just a tiny bit.
His arms snaked up around her neck to keep her head close. He reciprocated the kiss, flicking his tongue across her lips as he parted for a moment. "I'll try." he smiled at her, not something he did sincerely many times. His legs twitched a little bit and he heard the crack of the center frame of the bed. "Hehehe." He gripped some of her hair in his hands and tugged back on it to expose her neck and then nibbled on it.
"Good.." she whispered softly, closing her eyes as he pulled at her hair yet again, causing her head to tilt to the side to show off her neck. Biting her bottom lip slightly, she seemed more than a little oblivious to the fact that they were slowly breaking the bed. With her breathing slowly getting heavier, she kept her eyes closed as she leaned forward a little bit more, resting her forehead on the bed as she started to slowly rock her hips back and forth.
Arno tried to reach for her butt but ended up getting the small of her back, as one hand left her hair but the other continued it's grip. He continued leaving bite marks up and down her neck, reminding himself this was his lover not prey. Her blood had a wonderful taste to it that he couldn't describe. "Oooh...yesss....I love you Moira...." He admitted, his face heating up again.
Moira couldn't help but smile as she heard the words, knowing how hard words were for him at times, it made her pretty happy to hear them. "I love you too, Arno." the words were soft, just as her caress was as she wrapped her arm around him to pull him a little closer as she just continued to move her hips, grinding against him, though not as hard as she could. She seemed a bit scared of putting her whole weight on him, the fear of hurting him accidentally still there.
Arno panted softly, bucking his hips against her. "Why'd you stop going hard?" He traced the features of her face with his free hand. "I can make this more fun, but I'm worried I'd hurt you." He tilted his head back to keep his Mohawk underneath him.
"Seems like we're both scared of hurting the other... maybe we should both just go all out then, see how we fare after all is said and done?" She asked, leaning into his hand a little bit as she looked down at him with a soft look on her face, one that was a contrast to the scars and the embedded gems.
"Well for that, you'll need to let me out of you. I'm a little stuck." He wiggled his hips, his members kind of still jammed inside of her. He kissed the gens and scars on her face softly. "That scar makes you look like a badass. By the by."
Moira shivered a little as he wiggled, moving to get up off of him, but pausing as he kissed the scars, "Not really what I was going for, but thank you." She smiled, slowly lifting herself up and off of him, though now just sort of kneeling above him on the bed. Looking down at him, she seemed to twitch and shiver a little as she felt their mixed fluids sliding down her inner thigh, "Do you want me to get off of the bed..?"
"May not be what you are going for, but you've got that look of, I'm a n excellent lover, but I'll rip your heart out if you double cross me....and I love it..." he scooted out from the bed and stood up. "You don't have to move...." he groaned as his body shifted into his larger, more feral form, each piece of him growing to meet it. That also meant there was more for Moira to work with and his arm span could finally reach . He rolled his shoulders back, popping them. "Ready for round 2? No suplexes unless you ask for them...."
Grinning at him, she tilted her head a little bit, "Not gonna ask for any suplexes." she chuckled before moving off of the bed, "Let's try..something different." Moira stated as she stretched a bit, soon laying partially on the bed, her a** still sticking up and out towards him. Glancing back, her head resting on her one hand, she winked as she shaked her butt, "Come and get it~"
"Mmm..." he smiled wide and grabbed her hips with his large hands, rubbing against her and then realising he had to move his hand down and guide himself, this position making it harder to slip into...but oh it felt great. He worked the first in, letting the other rub against her stomach. He was definitely a bit thicker now in this form. He forced himself all the way to the base of the shaft, fingers digging into her ample bottom. "You don't have to tell me twice.." his head leaned back in enjoyment. The room smelt like their lovemaking, anyone would be able to tell.
Shuddering as he slid into her, she half-tried to resist the urge to let out a rather loud moan, but let it escape her as he filled her completely. Back arching ever so slightly, she shook her hip a bit, biting her lip when she realized that with the position of his members, as well as their own positioning, her c**t was going to get a lot of attention. Grinning as she continued to bite her lip, now drawing a bit of blood as she bit down too hard.
Arno couldn't resist and smacked her a** hard. Her moans got him hot and bothered. He started pounding away at her, knowing he didn't have to be gentle with her. He reached a hand down and played with her breasts to add to her stimulation, while his other c**k slapped against her c**t with every loud smack .
"O-oh god yes " Moira groaned, moving to grip the bedsheets as she closed her eyes, her entire body shaking as he pounded into her, the stimulation mixed with the ferocity that it was being doled out in was more than what she was expecting. "M-m-more.." the words were muttered and muffled as she pressed her face into the bed, panting a little as she felt herself struggling to not give into the sensations.
Arno let out a bestial growl and slapped her a**, leaving a hand-print. He slammed his frame against hers, burying his length with each stroke. He was going to go all out. He grabbed her arm, lifting her body back and grabbing the stump of her shoulder and held her against his chest. He leaned his body back, holding her frame against his and started lifting and dropping her body up and down on his shaft. Once he had her in position, he wrapped one arm around her neck and used the other to help slam her back down on his hips.
Her moans turned into a startled yelp as she was grabbed suddenly, her eyes wide in confusion and a tiny bit of fear as she was lifted up and back. Looking back at him, Moira gave him a look of 'I hope you know what you're doing..' before she was slammed down onto one of his members, causing her to scream out suddenly, not having expected that at all. "O-oh..oh......ohhm-my god.." the words could barely escape her lips before she let out another sudden moan as she was slammed down again, her toes barely touching the floor when she was slammed down.
Arno bit down into her shoulder every time it passed him. Because of how erect and turned on his was, his second member was still rubbing her c**t. "It could be much worse. " He chuckled. "You have two holes..." He continued to thrust into her, feeling his tip pressing on something inside of her. "I'm pretty deep...." He was trying to dirty talk, and was hoping he wouldn't make her laugh.
"N-not that, n-not right now.." Moira managed to get the words out, already knowing that they were in no way prepared for that section of intimacy, as it was a whole other level than what they were ready for. Eyes closing as she continued to be slammed into, her c**t now feeling like it was on fire from the friction and her breathing short and quick, she let out a strange sound as she felt just how deep he was. "O-oh....nmmmNnn" she couldn't even talk now as with a couple more slams down onto the larger member, the other still abusing her c**t, she seemed to suddenly tense up, her entire body starting to convulse as he reached her own climax. Eyes rolling back slightly, this one much more intense than the first, Moira awkwardly reached out for Arnos arm and gripped it tight.
Arno shuddered after the last slam, feeling her body convulsing and clenching onto his member and gripped her tighter, releasing his load , coaxed on by the stimulation he was getting. The other member sloppily sprayed out across the floor and bed, leaving thick strands in its wake. His knees started to wobble a little but and he knew what we coming. He removed his c**k from her and fell back, letting her weight crash onto him. "Ooooh.....whooops....guess my stamina isn't up to snuff..." he was breathing heavily, his chest lifting her up and down with the rhythm. "Are you okay?" He was pretty sure he had bruises.
As he removed his member, a secondary climax shuddered it's way through her as his seed started to flow from her, even as they fell backwards onto the floor. Laying there on top of him, Moira's breathing was rather shaky, her body twitching every so often. After a couple moments, she finally could respond, "Y-yeah. "
Arno started petting her stomach softly, enjoying this euphoric feeling with her body sweaty and naked against his. "I could get used to this...you know I'll fight for you Moira...." he squeezed her tight and continued to pet her.
Once her body had calmed down enough she moved so that she was laying next to him, gently resting her head next to his. "And I'll fight for you." Her words were a whisper, sounding tired and happy. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled into his neck, now content in just enjoying their closeness.
Arno continued to smile, his arms wrapped around her, and sighed in content. This was okay touching. He liked this. And the headaches weren't there. The endorphins were blocking what should have been pain. It looked like Momo was his new drug, so to speak.
