As we arrived at the motel, it looked nice, it was a rich motel, one that i guess was made for one-night stands.
I got the key from the tired-looking clerk, who barely glanced up from his magazine. The room was on the second floor. I kicked the door shut behind us, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.
The room was bathed in the cold, blue glow of a vending machine outside the window. The air was stale, thick with the scent of cheap air freshener.
But as soon as I placed her there, on top of the bed, she had pulled me in. She had locked her arms around my neck, and then she pulled me down onto the bed with her.
The world tilted.
I was suddenly on top of her, my body pressed against hers. Her arms were locked around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her eyes were half-lidded, hazy with the drug, but they were fixed on me.
"Mmm... you're... warm," she slurred, her lips brushing against my ear.
She was now wearing a nightgown that left little to the imagination as he looked up at her face... I couldn't help but stare down. Her breasts were round and full, and they seemed to be straining against the thin fabric of the nightgown, as if they were desperate to be set free. Her nipples were hard, and I could see them poking through the fabric.
My instincts were uncontrollable here. i couldnt even control myself, my instics itself were in heat.
Her lips met mine in a feverish, desperate kiss. It wasn't a kiss of love or affection; it was a raw, primal act of need. Her tongue plundered my mouth, tasting of cheap liquor,
and my hands were now under her nightgown. Her skin was hot, slick with a feverish sweat.
My hands traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips. I could feel the frantic beat of her heart against my palm, a wild drum solo in the quiet of the room.
Her hands were busy, too. They tore at my hoodie, her nails scraping against my skin. She wanted me. No, needed me. The drug had erased all reason, all inhibition, leaving only a burning, animalistic hunger.
And my own hunger, the one that had been gnawing at me since I woke up in that hospital, roared in response. It was a perfect, terrible storm.
I lifted the nightgown over her head, the soft fabric whispering against her skin.
She was perfect. A masterpiece of flesh and bone.
My hands roamed, exploring, mapping out every curve, every hollow, every inch of her. I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples.
"Ah~"
She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
My mouth followed my hands, leaving a trail of fire down her neck, her collarbone, her stomach. I could taste the salt of her skin, the sweet, unique flavor that was hers and hers alone.
My hunger was a living thing, a beast that demanded to be fed. And she was the feast.
My fingers found her core, wet and ready.
I looked at her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent gasp.
"M, more," she breathed, her voice was a ragged whisper.
"D, Don't stop."
Her hands fumbled with the zipper of my jeans, her movements clumsy.
And then, there was no more thought. No more control. Only the raw, primal dance of two bodies lost in a sea of sensation. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only the bed, the feverish heat of our bodies, the slick slide of skin against skin, the sound of our ragged breaths, and the rhythmic creak of the bed.
Pah!! Pah!!~ Pah!!!~ Pah!~
Creak!!
"Ah~"
The more I continued to push her, the more she enjoyed it. I knew she was a virgin as well; the blood that had come from her insides proved that much.
"Ahhhh~"
Her nails dug into my back, leaving half-moon crescents in their wake. The pain was a distant, insignificant thing, a mere footnote to the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me.
She was a symphony of gasps and moans, her body a perfect instrument that I was learning to play.
"M, more~."
I could feel her muscles tensing, her breathing growing ragged. She was close.
And I wasn't done. Not yet.
I picked her up, my arms around her waist, her legs wrapped around mine. Her back slammed against the wall as I devoured her mouth in a savage kiss. I thrust into her, the rhythm a rough, unsteady tempo.
"Ahhhh~ Mm, Aa,aHhh~~"
Her walls clenched around me as she rode me to my climax. Our voices mixed in the cool, blue air, a wordless melody of desire and pleasure.
The release came, an explosion of feeling that rippled through my body. I felt her release come shortly afterwards, and together, we rode the wave of ecstasy to its end.
Slowly, gently, the world came back into focus.
She was still in my arms, her face flushed, her hair a mess of sweat-streaked strands.
But I still wanted more.
i wasnt done yet, I needed to continue. I put Hoshino Ai in the spooning position, facing me, my erection sliding deeper and deeper. Her pussy is so slick that it has taken on the shape of my cock perfectly, a deep blush coloring her face. Her breath hitches as a result; it was no surprise that her pussy became a perfect glove for me.
But Hoshino Ai also moaned beautifully as a result, though quiet in fear. as to not to make noise so the others inside of a different room could hear. I never let go of Hoshino Ai's breast and even teased her sensitive area.
As I pounded into Hoshino Ai, I saw that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She looked cute enough that I couldn't help myself and suckled upon her breasts while still pumping into her.
Her pink nipples hardened immediately, and as her breath quickened, she opened her mouth with a shudder and released a strong orgasm, shaking the whole bed in the process. I slowed my pace, letting her ride out her pleasure with waves of powerful shivers, and soon came, too, into her pussy.
Finally, Hoshino Ai and I took a moment to regain ourselves.
"Ahhhh… slow down."
Hoshino Ai quietly hissed at me as she shakily raised her upper torso.
However, my dick didn't look like I just had sex... Instead, it looked as hard as rock,
My cum was still pooling inside of her pussy, but as I gently moved my hips, a silver stream leaked out onto the bed sheets.
As I released a huge sigh, the haughty Hoshino Ai was overwhelmed by the scent of semen. She gripped the sheets,
"Aaahhh... Nnngg..."
and then, as if her voice was being squeezed out.
"Ahhhnnnnnghh!"
She finally came.
"Hah!"
Her pussy squeezed and relaxed, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
"Don't be so loud."
"Nggggg..."
She bit her lips tightly, but her pussy was still trembling. She came once, twice, three times... She must have orgasmed at least five times. The feeling of being cummed inside, combined with the scent of my semen, made her cum again and again.
I pulled my hips back slightly, my member slipping out of her with a wet, lewd sound. A flood of my seed followed, staining the already damp sheets. Hoshino Ai shuddered, a final, weak moan escaping her lips.
She was spent, a beautiful, broken thing, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her repeated orgasms.
But I wasn't.
The hunger, the one that had driven me to that alley, to this motel room, was quiet, but a different kind of appetite had taken its place.
A deeper, more insatiable need. My body thrummed with a renewed energy, the orcish vitality coursing through my veins. My erection hadn't flagged, not even a little. It stood proud, a monument to my inexhaustible lust.
I looked at her, at Hoshino Ai, the idol who graced a million screens. But now, she was sleeping in my arms.
After all I had done, and how long we had done it for, hours on end, we had done it more than twenty times.
until she eventually passed out in my arms. I pulled out of her, my cock still hard and glistening with our combined fluids. A trickle of my cum leaked from her, a white river on the pale expanse of her thigh. I watched it for a moment, a strange sense of possessiveness welling up inside me.
I was a monster. A beast in human skin. And I had claimed her.