Situations [Botch]

ReD · Jun 1, 2015

Lochlann didn't so much as open the door as he did fall into it.

He was just happy he managed to avoid crashing into it with the hot goblin chick he had flung over his shoulder, too, because he had a pretty good idea of what was coming ~~(hopefully her again)~~ and he didn't want to ruin that by whacking her head off the doorway.

He was so, so drunk. He'd probably regret stopping for those extra drinks when he woke up tomorrow, but Lochlann wasn't thinking about tomorrow, only how quickly he could get out of his pants.

"This...is my apartment!" he waved his free hand around the small, studio apartment. He remembered she was on his back, so he spun a small circle so she could see. "This is the kitchen, that's the bathroom but this is the most important part...this is the bedroom."

The room was small, spartan, with relatively few things to mark it as having an occupant. the overflowing recyclables bin and the stack of books on the desk were some of the only evidence that it was inhabited.

He took a few more wobbly steps towards the bed, and then quite literally flung the goblin onto the pillows.

He unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his pants, and dived in after her at record speeds.

Botchmun · Jun 2, 2015

Yes, Dorito was carried home under one arm by a man she had started fucking in a club. Yes, this was still the hottest thing that had happened to her so far. Yes, this was also kinda weird. He gave her a quick tour, expediting it as much as possible. She nodded and gave a "Very nice!" and a "good, cool!"

She didn't have a chance to even comment on the bedroom, she gave a loud squeal as she was thrown through the air, giggling loudly as she bounced on the bed. She quickly got her vest off and was moving for her skirt, but a Lochlann wearing only a pair of boxers and a smile almost landed on her, resulting in another loud squeak from her and more giggling.

Dorito was quick to grab onto Lochlann, as if trying to wrestle with him. "C'mere you!" She pulled him into a surprisingly rough kiss and tried to move him onto his back, as if to mount and straddle him. She knew it was more likely that she was going to be manhandled. She was hoping she'd be manhandled. The act of wrestling around, of making it almost a competition, it added a little more thrill to it for her.

ReD · Jun 2, 2015

"C'mere you!"

He'd just landed on the bed when Dorito was on top of him, kissing him and rolling him onto his back. He let her do it, but he gave her a gentle slap on the butt and pretended to struggle, even though he was quite certain that with the size comparison he could probably resist fairly easily if he wanted to.

Still, for now, he let her win, and looked up at her from on his back. He was drunk and having a hard time keeping his focus, so Lochlann closed his eyes and just enjoyed the fact that this was happening. He opened his eyes and looked back up at her, reaching a hand up to cup her face, brushing a thumb across her cheek in a rather tender manner.

It might have ruined the moment if he didn't suddenly grin and pull her down to him, saying, "No, you come here."

He kissed her greedily, as though this could come crashing to an end at any moment. But he figured they might be safe--it wasn't raining, he only had a shower in his apartment, and it was kind of hard to drown someone without a lot of water. He slid his other hand back up her side, groping her affectionately.

Botchmun · Jun 4, 2015

Dorito responded to the kiss almost instinctively, returning it and trying to get that narrow, pointed tongue of hers between his lips. His skin felt incredible against her hands, something about all those humany creatures, the way they were soft on the surface but hard underneath. Speaking of hard underneath... She ran a hand down his chest, her arm fully extending at his abs as she pulled back from the kiss, nipping onto Lochlann's lower lip and holding it gently in her pointy teeth.

She let go with a gasp, however, as his hand groped at her. Dorito grinned down at Lochlann, her face flushed from the alcohol she had consumed before and the situation that started at the bar and wound up here. Technically this was the longest fuck of her life, something she was quite proud of. Granted this was also the longest it had taken her to get a guy off, not so impressive.

"Hehehehe, getting down to business, are we?" She scurried out of Loch's grip the way only a goblin could, hastily crawling down to his waist and starting to pull his boxers off of him. She couldn't get them off completely, instead simply getting them out of the way, exposing him for her viewing pleasure. "Right where I left it." She took his shaft in her hand, giving him a few short strokes and a playful lick. She did love the Loch-Coch, enough to have that nickname stick!

Dorito crawled back up, straddling Lochlann's stomach, her hands on his chest as she grinned down at him. It wasn't a playful or kind grin, it was almost a challenge. She was still drunk, that much was clear, she swayed a bit, but her eyes were narrowed and her teeth were bared like a great cat play-fighting. It didn't help that, as she let her weight settle on him, Lochlann could feel that Dorito still wasn't wearing panties. They were still in his pants, conveniently on the floor.

ReD · Jun 4, 2015

Her hands on him made him dizzy and when she bit his lip, sparks danced behind his eyes.

She squirmed a way and before Lochlann could react, her hands and tongue were back at his cock and that was about the end of his self control. Back at the bar, Lochlann had this idea about extending his foreplay to drive her mad with want, massaging her, pleasuring her but not letting her touch him back, exploring her body with his tongue and hands.

That plan was kicked onto the floor with his boxers.

He sat up suddenly, grabbing her by her hips and pulling her down onto him. His mouth found hard and now he was the one using teeth in the kiss, biting her hard as he entered her and then licking the sting away. One hand was on her back now, pressing her close to his body, not giving a chance for escape, and the other was on her hips, forcing her in place while he thrust into her.

"Fuck," he said, his voice breathless. "I couldn't wait any longer....I need you."

His mouth was at her neck, licking, sucking, biting, his breath coming in short, pleasurable pants.

Christ, she was tight.

It felt so good it was making him dizzy.

He was doing his best to take her slowly, but he wanted her, her was tired of waiting. He was drunk and a little sloppy, but he shifted suddenly, pulling out long enough to push her onto her stomach and into the mattress so she was between his knees. He spread her legs again with his knee and then took her hard.

His teeth teased the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, but she angle was too unusual so he tilted his head back instead, thrusting further. He grabbed her pigtails with one hand, pulling her head back and completing the vivid visual she'd sent him earlier in the evening. His other hand, he kept on her lower back to keep her hips pressed into the mattress where he let the friction from his thrusting and the pressure of the mattress work on her clit.

It was probably an uncomfortable position, but it made for an interesting fit, and besides, they wouldn't be here for long....he had so many plans for her tonight.

Botchmun · Jun 5, 2015

This was what Dorito wanted, it was what she craved. Despite the control her power lets her have over others, how she can wind people up or drag them down, she loved the feeling of being manhandled, played with, used. She let out a loud, throaty moan as she felt Lochlann bottom out inside her, throwing her head back as her tongue hung from her mouth. She felt an arm around her, pinning her to Lochlann's chest, a hand on her hip as he started to move.

The sounds he got out of that girl, you have no idea.

"OoOoHyEaHfUcKmEeEeEeE!" Even with his hands holding her in place, Dorito's hips instinctively squirmed and wriggled, trying to match Loch's pace, his movements. She inhaled sharply through her teeth at the feeling of him biting her. She certainly seemed to enjoy it, her nails digging into his chest ever so slightly.

She was remarkably compliant when Loch removed himself from her, though her moan sounded disappointed. It was more funny to her, more than anything else. She was stomach down and he was nipping at the back of her neck, but it was clear that he hadn't taken her size into account. After what seemed to be some realizations and realignments, Dorito was once again blessed with the Loch-Coch. Her moans only got louder from his pounding, and from him tugging her hair, pulling her off the bed. She balled her hands into fists, pulling the blanket up into two tight balls.

"Ohhhhhhggaaawwwwwdddddyyyyeessssss!" She didn't need eloquence, she just needed him to pound her like this all night long. Outside the window, though, the sound of rain lightly tapping on the pane... It started to drizzle, threatening a much larger downpour.

ReD · Jun 5, 2015

Her moans, her gasps, the frantic words escaping her mouth were driving him into a frenzy.

He was never this rough, not at first, but he rode her hard and fast, letting go of her hair long enough to run his nails down her back and grab onto her ass. He loved the way her fingers were grabbing onto the blankets and he whispered her name, panting encouragement. "Take it Dorito, I'm not done with you yet..."

Something was tapping at the edge of Lochlann's brain, something that made him take a great gasping breath. Was that...?

His eyes glanced to the door balcony but he couldn't be sure. Lochlann's brain was sort of mushed. It's not like he forgot he was fucking Dorito--he still kept himself inside her, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up towards him, striking an awkward captain morgan-pose on the edge of the bed--but it was just that his attention was inexplicably drawn to the balcony.

He moved her from the bed to the nightstand, from the nightstand to the wall, and finally up against the balcony door. He angled it so her breasts were pressing against the glass, hoping the cool glass was a shock to her system.

"It's raining," he said, still fucking her.

That meant something but he wasn't sure what. All he knew was that another rush of lust crashed over him and Lochlann was suddenly hungry for her. He withdrew from her, opened the balcony door, and almost tackled her onto the edge, though even drunk he knew better than to let her head slam onto concrete so he cushioned it with his hand. His mouth was on hers, then her neck, and then he spent a long time with it on her breasts while he slid two fingers into her, mirroring his earlier thrusting. He worked a desperate trail down to her pussy and then worked at it, ravenous. He'd been hungry for her in the alleyway but now he was worse. He'd promised he'd fuck her under the stars but it looked like it'd have to be in the rain instead.

Botchmun · Jun 15, 2015

Dorito squirmed and wriggled until she was able to raise her hips, giving Lochlann a better angle of entry. She felt her feet sliding along the sheets, her toes trying to dig in and gain purchase as she shifted back and forth, almost walking on the spot awkwardly trying to brace herself against Lochlann's assault. This was beyond fucking. Loch was drilling her so deep that Greenpeace was getting concerned about how harshly he was fracking deep into her.

The pitter-patter of rain on the window almost went unnoticed by Dorito, at least, it did until he grabbed her up and moved from the bed. Dorito suddenly went on a Loch-Coch adventure! She ground her hips against him, trying to keep the fuckfest going as he moved her. It was hard for her to brace herself with both her arms held but she simply kept her back arched and was moved by Loch over to the window, letting out a lewd grunt as she was pressed up against it.

She was pretty sure she orgasmed around the time he had moved her to the nightstand.

As he fell onto her on the balcony, Dorito made a sound a bit like squeezing all the air out of a Squeaky-toy. She began to hungrily kiss and nip at him as he worked on pleasing her. "mmmhhhnnn... Loch... Ohhh yeah Lochlann..." She breathlessly moaned out his name, partially because she had been a bit winded as he knocked her down but mainly because of how aggressively he was fingering her. She couldn't reach his shaft with her hands, but was able to get her toes onto and around his member, stroking slowly and awkwardly at his shaft. The rain grew a bit heavier, streaking down Dorito's body. It mixed with Loch's sweat, driving Dorito wild as every kiss and nip and lick gave her another taste of him.

"nnn... Let me suck it..." She moaned the words out. "Let me ride it..." She had the wherewithal to let her power out, giving him the mental image of her bouncing on his shaft, of her trying to catch his cum in her mouth as he covered her, claimed her. She was lacking the tact and refinement she usually had for her powers, but Loch certainly had that effect on her.

ReD · Jun 16, 2015

Lochlann was so far gone he couldn't even remember his own name if someone asked him right now.

Between the rain pounding on his back, the alcohol pounding into his brain, and his tongue pounding against her clit, the sudden introduction of another very vivid imagine into his brain gave his already-racing heart palpitations.

He waited until her body felt like it was about to cum and then he withdrew his fingers, pushed her legs up towards her head and held them there, and then forced himself back inside her.

Lochlann thought being inside her would be a relief, but he was so, painfully wrong. He made a low noise in the back of his throat that was pure, desperate need, and then fucked her harder. He took the fingers that were inside her off of her leg and slid them past her lips, wanting her to taste what he'd tasted.

"Suck them," he said, only he was so far gone he said it in Welsh instead of English.

Of course, Lochlann hadn't quite considered how hard it was raining, and how gravity made water go down, so all the water running down his arm was now basically filling her mouth.

He slid his other hand down to her breasts and worked them hard, groping, pinching, and teasing. He was not particularly gentle, even when he took his hand away and slid it down her stomach to work at her clit while he fucked her.

He rode her this way, frantic and desperate without any signs of stopping, for a painfully long time. He worked her hard, determined to make her cum again...and again, and again, if she'd allow.

Finally, he fell back suddenly, pulling her on top of him. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and replaced it with his tongue, kissing her hard. His hand went to her hip, holding her against him tightly while his other hand kept at her clit.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses and nips down her neck and to her shoulder. He groaned her name.

He came the same moment he bit down into her shoulder.

The release was wonderful, but the sensation of swallowing fire was not.

He jerked back suddenly and bashed his head against banister behind them with a loud crack.

He touched the back of his head and then looked down at the blood on his fingers, back up to the girl he'd just fucked that was still on his lap, and then Lochlann passed out.

Botchmun · Jul 1, 2015

"O-o-o-o-o-o-ohhhhh... There we go!" Dorito let out a lewd, shuddering moan as Lochlann buried himself back inside her, unable to move as he folded her up and trapped her under him. He slid two of his fingers into her mouth, speaking something in... Scottish? It didn't sound like English but she was too drunk to care, licking her own fluids off his fingers and sucking on them.

She had to stop to spit the water out of her mouth though. It was raining pretty hard.

When she was rolled over and wound up on top of Lochlann, she wasted no time getting purchase, her feet grabbing the ground as best they could. She began to move herself hard and fast, squirming and writhing and bouncing on his shaft. So far she'd orgasmed twice today while Loch hadn't seemed to once. Normally this wouldn't bother her but she was feeling generous, he was doing a really good job getting her there.

Dorito's squeaky moans grew louder and louder as she grew tighter and tighter. Lochlann was driving her closer and closer. This was it, her toes curled as she threw back her head, spasming and shuddering as he drove her over the edge.

WTF Then he bit her too hard!

Dark, rust-red blood ran down her bare shoulder from the bitemark, the rain making it look like she was bleeding worse than she was. What was that reaction, too? Did he just burn his mouth on her? Dorito was about to punch Lochlann in the face, then she noticed he was bleeding too, having nailed his head on the banister. She remained dumbfounded, sitting on his shaft as he passed out.

Huh.

After a few testing bounces, Dorito realized it wasn't the same with him passed out. Also, holy shit he just bashed his head and passed out. Dorito stood up slowly, feeling him leave her with a wet 'pop' as she quickly remembered her first-aid training. Dorito turned Lochlann onto his side and checked to make sure he was still breathing. Yep, he was breathing. She started to drag him towards his house, not wanting to leave him out in the rain.

With some serious effort she slumped him onto his floor next to the bed, grabbing a towel from the briefly visited bathroom and applying pressure to the back of Lochlann's head. She'd try to stem the bleeding by keeping him elevated and compressing the wound. She slapped his cheek a few times. "Hey, Hey! Wake up! C'mon... Wake up please..." This was definitely not how Dorito thought the night would end. It could've gone worse, but this was still not what she was expecting.

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