Incubus Journey (closed for heartofcourage)

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Xavier Riley rested with his elbow on the bar. His right hand held a half-ful Jack and coke, and his left tapped the bar impatiently. He did not even know why he came here. He had not been back to Toledo since he graduated high school and for good reason. If a pile of shit could take a shit, the result would be called Toledo.

He had stopped trying to decipher these impulses a few years ago. He accepted that following these impulses resulted in a much easier life. When the impulse came to return to his home town, he did not hesitate long, but that doesn't mean he was excited about it.

He looked over the crowd. He thought he might recognize some faces, but he dismissed that to an active imagination. All these people were ignorant simpletons who would have no bearing on his life, but the impulse led him here, so here he was until his Spidey Sense, as he had come to call the impulse, settled.
 
Maggie Thomas had never been the girl that many men would give a second look to. She was picked on in high school for her frizzy hair and braces. She didn’t develop until her first year in college. She grew nice new curves, sleek hips and an ample bust. The braces came off, her hair was straightened, and she was a beauty that could have any man that she wanted.

That was why she was at the bar that night. She was bored sitting around at home and decided that she wanted to get out for the evening. She pulled her long red hair into a ponytail and slipped into a slinky red dress. Her bright green eyes were clear and accented by the makeup she put on her face.

Once in the bar, she was dancing with a few men. She got a couple of drinks from the bar and was enjoying herself when she saw a familiar face sitting at the bar. She hadn’t seen Xavier Riley in a long time. She walked up to him with a grin on her face.

“Xavier? Hey!” She said, approaching him and wondering if he would remember her.
 
“Xavier? Hey!” The female voice sounded like one he should know, but that smile and those green eyes were unfamiliar. He stood silent long enough for the mood to turn awkward. He had learned to be wary of strangers that knew his name, especially when the stranger was a walking bucket of sex appeal.

His eyes surveyed the woman's body, eye, breasts, hips, legs, feet, and back up. He could smell nothing on her but the usual pheromones and expensive perfume. She was not a succubus.

"Hello." He said matter-of-factly. When he spoke, his Spidey Sense shook.
 
“Oh, you don’t remember me, do you?” She asked as he surveyed her body from head to toe. “Maggie Thomas. We graduated high school together.” She grinned at him.

It was obvious that he appreciated what he saw, even if he was calm and cool about it. She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, sliding her fingers down over his arm as she moved a little bit closer.

“You look really good. What have you been doing since you left Toledo? I know you were going to college.” She was babbling, trying her hardest not to sound like a complete and total nerd.
 
Maggie Thomas? Part of him felt like he should know that name, but a bigger part of him knew that there was no connection of that name to a woman so gorgeous. He went through all the people he could remember from high school, but the list was not long. After his change, things like high school peers were easily forgotten.

When she touched him, his arm went... numb? It was strange to Xavier. He had always had full control over any woman he met, but just the touch of this girls finger affected him. He had not felt anything so real, so panic-striking, so exhilarating, so human in a long time.

"Wait... Marshy Margaret?" That had been the nickname for the little fat, pimply girl he had gone to school with since kindergarten. She was the one who took blame in the first grade when Xavier had broken a crayon in the pencil sharpener.

"Really is that you?" He shook his head. "I have done well in some areas and not so well in others. I did go to college, but I left after the first semester." He spoke deliberately. Something was different about this girl, and he did not want to take any chances. His plans were too important to let his cock change them for a pretty face. For lips that could only look better if they were wrapped around him.
 
“Marshy Margaret.” She said with her eyebrow raised. She laughed softly as her fingers rested on his forearm. “Well, I haven’t heard that nickname in a while.”

“It looks like life has certainly been good to you.” She said, looking his body up and down with a grin before she focused her gaze on his handsome features. “So, you’re back in Toledo? I live just down the street and I like to come here to unwind after a long day. Drinking and dancing…maybe a strange man or two.” She giggled at the sound of that, her smile dazzling as she flashed it at him.

She had always been attracted to Xavier. Of course, in school she never had the confidence to approach him or even talk to him. He was one of the cool kids, the ones that teased her unmercifully. Well, two could play at that game now, she thought to herself as she took a step forward and pressed herself against his side.

“Come and dance with me.” She said softly, her voice a whisper against his ear. “Let me show you that I’m not Marshy Margaret anymore.”
 
He furrowed his brow. It had not been long since the whispers of a hot and forgotten classmate would have sent his excitement into over-dirve. He felt his bulge thickening, but his bulge was always thickening. This time, though-with this girl-it confused him how she was so confident.

He had grown accustomed to girl's fawning over him. Even before the change he never had trouble with women. After the change, it became hard for him to be in public without at least one woman tripping over her own tongue as she begged him to use her body.

But this Maggie Thomas-definitely not Marshy Margaret anymore-she touched him, she whispered to him, this slut was trying to seduce him. He still had no idea why his arm went numb from her touch, but it had faded. When she pushed her body close to his, when he felt the soft texture of her lips brush his ear, his feeling remained. In fact, if anything, his skin grew more sensitive. He could feel the moisture from her breath raining into his ear canal.

She was a sexy woman, sure, but he had seen a lot of sexy women, and he had fucked most of them. And he knew with confidence that if he called ant woman he had been with in the past 3 years, they would buy whatever ticket as fast as they could to get to him so he could use their bodies. But Maggie wanted to use his body... and he wanted to let her.

"Why are you able to speak to me so easily?" he asked.
 
Maggie looked at Xavier like he’d lost his mind. What kind of question was that? She’d never had any problem speaking to him even when he was teasing her unmercifully for her braces and a face full of acne. She’d always had a major crush on him. She had just never been brave enough to act on it. Now, she was.

“Because I’ve always had something for you, Xavier.” She said with a shrug, her fingers tracing down over the fabric of his shirt. “Maybe it was puppy love or a serious crush, but it’s always like we were meant to be together. That sounds like something a stalker would say, I know, but it’s the truth. I would have done anything for you if you‘d only asked.”

She fingers trailed over his abdomen, daring to cup his growing bulge. She gave him a wild grin, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the club. “And it seems to me that you might have the same thought. Now, take me on the dance floor, Xavier.”
 
The originality of the scene excited Xavier. He still did not know what caused Maggie's immunity to his power, but he wasn't complaining. He did not consider Maggie an equal, but it would be nice to spend a little time with a woman not so far beneath him-a woman who wanted to be with Xavier Riley; not a woman who was prey to the strange lust he injected.

His eyes scanned down her body. This girl, this Maggie, was prey to a lust, though. She pressed her body to his and pleaded with him to join her on the dance floor. He inhaled deeply the fragrance of body wash, make-up, shaving gel, and- there it was- her musk.

It was strong. If Xavier focused he could feel her fragrance being carried to him on the air currents in the bar. It was intoxicating, forcing his attention, like it gripped his cock and pulled him forward. As exciting as this strangeness was, it also scared him. There were a lot of things he didn't yet understand about his new role. He knew there were unknown enemies. Maybe that was Maggie, an unknown enemy.

That thought pulled him from his reverie. "I think I would rather you dance for me." He nodded his head to a small clear spot beside him. "There." Several other men would get to enjoy the dance, too. More lust just meant more power to Xavier.
 
“Oh, so you want to see the goods before you commit, huh?” Maggie teased as she moved into the clear spot beside him.

She felt like a sensual creature as she began to move to the rhythm of the club music. She ran her hands over the red dress, caressing her curves as she moved and danced. She kept glancing at Xavier, giving him a grin each time she caught him watching. He was interested, she knew from the look on his face, but it would probably take more than simply dancing beside him to draw him in further.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” She asked as she turned her back towards him to give him a view of her tight ass. “It’s getting kind of lonely.”

She moaned softly as her hands caressed over the tightly hardening nubs of her nipples, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. She wanted to be fucked tonight and she had her eye on Xavier. She wasn’t going to let him get away, she thought as she turned back towards him to let him see her cupping her breasts.
 
"I'll never commit," Xavier said with a smirk, but he was not sure Maggie could hear him over the beat. She was not awestruck by Xavier, and though it was incredibly odd, Xavier rather enjoyed being seduced. He felt some strange connection between them. Maybe she let him copy for a test and he owed her, but it felt more like her soul had bitten his and infected him with a need.

The glanced she sneaked peaked Xavier's arousal. She danced and spun on the floor in that red dress like a peacock. Only, with peacocks the male makes the show, but, as she accentuated with the sway of her hips, Maggie Thomas was no male.

Xavier walked slowly and smoothly to accept her invitation. He slid his foot between hers and pulled her mound hard to his thigh. The heat from his bulge grew as he mashed it against her hip. In a quick move he lifted her feet from the ground, spun and slid. When she landed, he was behind her; his cock hard against her ass. He held the front hem of Maggie's dress in both his fists. He pulled the hem high exposing all of her legs to the edge of her pussy, He could feel her heat with his knuckles.

The space she danced in had been large when Xavier had made the suggestion, but, as she danced, lonely men in the club had scooted closer. Xavier could feel their lust for Maggie. He could feel their quickening pulse of desire. It made him swell with power.

Xavier whispered into Maggie's ear, "It is a good thing you live close. You won't have far to walk after I fuck you in this room." As he spoke he pressed himself more tightly against her to be sure she felt his size.
 
Maggie’s first glance was down towards the tight front of his pants. His bulge was so large, she thought to herself as she got a good look of what he had to offer. Her eyes looked back towards his face and she grinned, dancing and swaying just for him. She ignored the other men that had closed in. This was all for Xavier.

She gasped as he pulled her hard against his thigh, her hot core pressing intimately against his rock hard muscle. She moaned softly as his bulge grew against her hip, her movements causing his cock to harden even more. She wanted that cock badly and she felt a rush of wetness coat her lower lips.

The way he spun her around and pressed his cock against her ass was nothing short of amazing. He was large, she could tell, and she couldn’t help but grind her ass back against his cock. It fit her so perfectly, she thought as his large hands grabbed the hem of her skirt and started to pull it up. She sighed, her head tipping back against his shoulder as he exposed her legs and stopped right at the edge of her pussy. Her red panties were peeking at the rest of the club and she whimpered as he whispered against her ear.

“You’ll fuck me here, but I guarantee you’ll be following me home when this is done.” She whispered back to him, her head turning towards his face, a smile on her lips as his eyes darkened in desire. “You want me, Xavier. I know you do.”
 
“You’ll fuck me here, but I guarantee you’ll be following me home when this is done.”

Her words were a knife, if a knife had the ability to embrace you and make your cock hard. The word "fuck" rolled crisply off those lips with a faint mid-west accent. She was right with her next statment. Xavier did indeed want her, and he wanted her bad. This unbridled desire was what troubled him.

Her face was less than an inch in front of his, and their breaths mated in the smoky air. Locking her eyes, Xavier lifted the hem higher. The gasps from the men told him when her crotch was exposed. "All these men are looking at your panty-covered, wet pussy. I am sure this is not a first time for most of them." Xavier smiled. He held Maggie's face in place with his stare.

"Maybe, I will let them all fuck you. Would you like that?" Before she had time to answer, he spun her again like he haid before. With the hem of her dress already high from the floor, the dress spun and floated around her. Xavier caught and stopped her, now facing him. Her right leg was on his shoulder. He destroyed all distance between them, pushing himself tighter and tighter to her.

With the new position his bulge was directly against her open pussy, the sip, her upward-extended leg, and the force of Xacier's bulge pushed her panties over, exposing her moist slit. He inhaled and snarled. "I can fucking smell you." He inhaled again and threw his head back.

His cock hardened further increasing the pressure on the zipper. With one flex of his bulge, the zipper snapped and spready. A thin cotten covered cock head thrust from his crotch and penetrated Maggie. He pushed forward and further into her with nothing between their skin but the thin fabric of his boxer-breifs.

Maggie hopped up and wrapped her legs around him amking the covered cock sink further into her. He could feel her wetness growing on his underwear. He kissed her. Normally. when Xavier kissed a girl, he was enspelling or coercing. He had not kissed a woman for the sheer enjoyment in a long time. But there was nothing he needed from Maggie. Maggie was not part of his plan. This kiss was a kiss.

His eyes opened and he dropped Maggie to the ground. Maggie is not part of my plan. He snapped his fingers and a mist rose from the floor. The mist filled the room and obscured vision for only a moment, then it cleared as if it had never been there. The room was left exactly the same only there was not Xavier in the room.
 
Maggie moaned as he lifted her skirt over her hips, showing off her wet panties to the rest of the room. She could hear the gasps of lust from the other men and her breathing picked up a notch. She squirmed against his hard cock as he murmured things into her ear that made her blush.

“Yes…” She moaned as he asked if she would like to have all these men fuck her. She really only wanted the one that was grinding against her. She gasped as he spun her around again, catching her and pulling her leg over his shoulder. She was stretched over his body, his bulge pushing against her panties until she was exposed to him completely.

“Fuck me, please.” She begged him in a hoarse whisper, moaning as his cock as slowly starting to fuck her through his thin cotton boxers. “Oh, yes!” She cried out against him as she wrapped her other leg around him, supporting herself on his hips.

The he kissed her and she felt like she was in heaven. She moaned against his lips, melting against him until she felt like she was burning in desire. It was erotic in nature, and she wanted him so badly.

Then he dropped her. She fell on the floor in a heap of legs and arms as a mist rose from the floor and then suddenly Xavier was gone. Gone? What the hell had just happened, Maggie asked herself, as she got to her feet and looked around the packed club. She pushed through the men that had gathered around them and was disappointed to find that he was gone.

She stuck around the club for a few more minutes before she left, walking the few blocks to her apartment. She was sad, immensely disappointed that he had simply just left her. Maybe he was just leading her on like he had in high school. That hurt her heart.
 
From the roof of the Sub Shop beside the bar, Xavier watched Maggie leave. He had expected at least one man on her arm, he knew she had been left in a state of infinite excitement. Seeing her alone now was... we, it was strange.

Eric left the bar so suddenly because his Spidey Sense was blazing. It always frightened him when that happened. Usually, it meant he was doing exactly what he should but when it didn't mean that, it really didn't mean that. The strange attraction he felt toward Maggie, not to mention the way his arm had numbed for a moment when she first touched him, made the risk too high.

She rounded a turn and went out of sight. Eric leaped from roof-top to roof-top until he had her in focus again. She really did live close, no sooner than he had found her again, she was disappearing into her apartment. He watched her unlock the door and enter from the vantage of the deck of an apartment in the next building.

When he had left her before, his Spidey Sense did not stop, but it did become muted. When he saw her leave the club it activated again. NOt like it bad been when the danced, but still very strong. It was the pull of his sense that kept him following her and gave him reason to jump to her deck and peer between the drapes.

He watched her drink a large bottle of water before she stripped her clothes in the living room and take them to the laundry. She disappeared down the hall, and he jumped to her private deck off her bedroom. She stripped off her bra and panties and stretched her nude form. Xavier moaned and reflexively rubbed his crotch. His Spidey Sense burned.

She collapsed to her bed. Xavier read her lips well enough to know she said his name, but he had no real idea what she said. She played with her pussy for a second, but seemed unable to get a release and soon she drifted to deep sleep. Xavier waited a few more minutes before opening the unlocked deck door and entering her bedroom.

First he was assaulted by the smell: flowers, lotions, spices, but mostly just pussy. Maggie lay on the bed, naked and spread. Xavier's sens pulled him closer and closer until his face was an inch from her core and he inhaled her.

He stood again and removed his clothes. His shadow from the street lights was odd on the apartment wall, making him look taller. The hard cock in the shadow stretched across the wall. He only hoped he was reading his sens correctly as he climbed onto the bed softly.

He covered his hand with saliva and rubbed it on himself. With a hard, lubricated cock, he climbed atop her sleeping body and forced himself in her. "You asked me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear. "I don't want to disappoint." He thrust himself deep in her to his hilt.
 
Maggie’s sadness followed her as she entered her apartment, placing her keys and her purse just inside the door as she locked it. She pulled a bottle of water out of her fridge and took a deep drink from it. She could still smell Xavier on her skin and she hated it. If he didn’t want her, then she wouldn’t want him, she thought to herself as she pulled her dress over her head and moved into the laundry room, pushing it into the hamper to deal with tomorrow.

She moved down the hall until she was in her bedroom. She stripped off her red bra and panties, stretching and moaning as her body relaxed. She yawned and collapsed on the bed, her bedside lamp flicking off as she lay in the darkness and stared at the ceiling.

She couldn’t get Xavier out of her mind. Her nipples were still hard and her pussy wet and her fingers danced down her body, playing with her pussy for a long moment. She whimpered and sighed, caressing her clit but she was unable to give herself released. She groaned in frustration and pulled her fingers free, deciding that it would probably be better to get some sleep and forget the evening all together.

She sighed as she snuggled against her pillows and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. It seemed like a short time later when her dreams were filled with Xavier again. She whimpered as he pressed deep inside of her body with his glorious cock, stretching her pussy as he whispered against her ear.

“Xavier.” She whimpered, her hips thrusting up against his as she continued on with her wonderful dream.
 
Xavier rose to his knees and pulled her with him. Her face rested on the pillow, but her lips curved into an 'O'. She breathed rapidly and deeply, and a moan accompanied every exhale. Her bodies reaction to his penetration increased, meeting his thrusts while her mind slept.

He had never fucked a girl while she slept; he hadn't even thought it possible. His thrusts grew more urgent. He needed to seed this girl, but he was not sure why. His Spidey Sense blared and echoed every time his pelvis slapped her ass. The thrusts were long, hard, and persistent, and his helmet was becoming intimately aware of every fold and curve in the soft, wet, dark tunnel to her insides.

Her back arched, pointing her core more vertical. He gripped a handful of each ass cheek, and her crack parted for her ass to pucker for him. He parted the pucker with a thumb and tickled his cock through the thin wall separating her anal cavity from her wet passage.

"You should wake up." He spoke plain and simply. Getting the words out was difficult through the Spidey Sense.
 
Maggie moaned and writhed underneath his thrusts as he used her body. His thrusts were long and hard, his pelvis slapping against her as his hands gripped her ass cheeks hard. She came awake with a loud gasp, her eyes turning towards his in the darkness.

“Xavier?” She asked, groaning as he continued to pound into her, his finger pressing into her ass until she was crying out in passion.

It was like a dream come true, she thought to herself as he used her body for his pleasure. How had her gotten into her apartment? The thought was quickly thrown out of her mind as he drove into her willing body with a force that no other man had ever used before.
 
Xavier collapsed on Maggie's back, forcing her deeper into the bed, but his thrusts didn't slow. He moaned at the sensation of her soft ass pillowing the slaps of their skin. Her cheeks would part at ever descent to allow his body to fall farther and push him into her more.

Her liquids flowed freely, squishing past their joining and soaking the sheets around them. He bit her ear from behind and whispered, "Yes, it is me,"
 
Maggie gasped loudly as he collapsed against her back, forcing her firmly against the surface. With each hard thrust of his cock into her wet flesh, she felt her body shake and quiver. She cried out as his hips continued to pound against her ass, the flesh shaking as it allowed him to sink deeper.

“Oh!” She moaned as her pussy flushed wetly and his teeth nipped against her ear. “More!” She cried out loudly, her ass pushing back against his hips.
 
"More?" Xavier growled. "You have become an insatiable little slut, haven't you, Marshy Margaret?" Xavier pit his hands on Maggie's hips and pulled her ass with him as he rose to his knees. He fisted her hair and pulled her up so that she was on her knees, too, facing the same direction as him.

He slowed his thrusts, now long, slow, deep penetration. "I never knew you had such a needy little pussy, Maggie." He thrust deep and left himself inside her. He flexed to feel his cock expand and jerk within his new lover. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pinched a nipple with one and wrapped the other hand around her throat.

"I can feel the heat of your life." He pulled out and thrust in again, harder and deeper. His thumb rubbed along her pulsing jugular. "Here, I feel your life blood." He applied a little pressure to her throat and sped his thrusts. The splash of her wet pussy mixed with the sound of her chokes beautifully. Every time she choked, her pussy gripped him tight enough to decelerate his thrusts.

"Shall I make you my little pet?" He collapsed them on the bed again, his hand still on her throat. From this position he could thrust faster and more violently. He threw his head back and snarled, saliva dripping from his mouth and landing on the skin of Maggie's back. His orgasm was approaching and he bit into Maggie's neck near his hand. The bitter-sweet blood slid between his teeth and coated his tongue. "Mmm, delicious." he moaned against her skin. "I am going to enjoy owning your body."
 
Maggie gritted her teeth as he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass against him as he rose to her knee. The first in her hair had her pulled to her knees, her ass firmly pressed against his belly as he thrust into her with long, slow strokes. She moaned loudly, her fingers gripping his hip as she reached behind her and made contact with him for the first time.

She yelped as he thrust deep inside of her, his words growled against her ear making her pussy gush with wetness. She wiggled against him, whimpering as his cock seemed to expand in her, stretching her tight folds as his arms wrapped tightly around her. His fingers pinched her nipple tightly, making her moan as his other hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off the moan with pressure.

She turned her eyes towards his as he whispered in her ear, thrusting hard into her body once more. She gulped beneath his hand, choking as he sped his thrust. She couldn’t breathe, she thought to herself as his thumb stroked over the side of her throat, feeling her heart race. She clenched her body around his cock as she struggled to breathe before he let up on the pressure and she sucked in a deep breath.

“Yes!” She hissed as he collapsed to the bed, her body pressed firmly to the sheets as his hand cut off her air once more. He was thrusting hard into her body, faster and more violent than anyone ever had before. She writhed against him, his teeth sinking hard into her neck until she gasped and yelped.

She was his and she knew it. She went limp in his grip, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt an intense orgasm building deep within her body. If she could talk she would have begged, but she was only able to whimper and moan as he took what he wanted from her body.
 
Xavier wrapped his arms around the anonymous body below him. The body that excited his Spidey Sense. The body that smelled of honeysuckle and piss from a doe in heat. The body that screamed 'Yes'. The body that surrendered.

He squeezed her to him without slowing his thrusts. He felt the skin above his cock pressing into the soft and firm flesh of her ass and sliding into and up it creating a frictional heat. "Close you eyes," he whispered to her. "Feel me inside you." He slowed his thrusts so she could focus on the sensation. His bulbous helmet slid into places no one had ever been. The damp skin inside her embraced him as he explored deeper and deeper until it felt like he should be through her entirely. "Feel me sliding in? Hear the splash of our union?"

As he spoke, Xavier became aware of the beating of his own heart holding tempo with his thrusts. "Feel my heart? It is beating into your back as I fuck your cunt." He sped his thrusts again and arched his back, pulling her torso with him. Nothing above her waist touched the mattress, she was supported entirely by his strength as he continued his assault.

"I am going to cum," he growled. "Yes. Yes. Oh my fucking God!" he screamed. "I am going to spray my seed all over your filthy fucking womb!" He screamed one last time then emptied himself inside her. Her cunt was already stretched by him to its limits, and pushed back at the new pressure of his semen. His jet was held for a moment, but soon the force was too much. He filled her entirely with himself, and splotches of his cum squeezed and shot out of her where she was plugged with his cock.
 
Maggie sounded like an animal in heat as she whimpered and moan, her ass thrust back into his body as he ground and pounded against her. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her against his hard body as he started to whisper in her ear. She moaned and closed her eyes as commanded, images of what they were doing burned into her brain.

She nodded as he asked if she felt him inside of her. Oh, she most definitely could feel him inside of her. He was huge, stretching, scorching, delicious. The head of his cock bumped and ground against places deep within her that no man had ever felt before.

“Oh.” Was her only answer to his next questions. She cooed and purred underneath his pounding body, his tempo slow but incredibly forceful. She was trapped against his body, forced to submit and accept the wonderful feelings that were coursing through her. She could feel his heart beating wildly against her back. He held her tightly, his body pounding into her once more.

“Yes!” She cried out loudly as he told her he was going to spray into her. “Yes!” Her cry matched his as he emptied inside of her body. She tensed in his arms, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around his cock as she shattered into a million pieces on a loud moan.

She could feel cum running down her thighs, covering her in sticky fluid as he filled her entirely. She shivered in his arms, her head titled to the side as she sought his lips for another soul stealing kiss.
 
He smiled at her enslavement as she stretched herself for a kiss. A puddle of their juices saoked into the sheets and mattress below her cunt. He pushed back into her fully and continued his thrusts with no plans of orgasm- just a slow, sloppy penetration into the gaping wet folds of flesh that surrounded her hole. He used her body to keep his hard cock warm while it softened.

He knew now why his Spidey Sense led him to be reacquainted with Marshy Margaret. "You are pregnant." His lips brushed hers as he spoke. "My seed grows in you now." He put a hand under her and put his palm against her skin, high on her belly. "I can feel the new warmth, can you?" He backed his lips from hers. "Why should I kiss a slut like you? Tel me." He laughed at her response. It was not a laugh of condemnation, just a laugh of appreciation. "The anti-christ grows in you. You will forever be known as the mother of destruction."

He returned her kiss then. Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth, but he still sucked it in further, and sped the thrusts of his softening penis. His teeth found her lip and bit, the blood of the Mother was delicious. He rolled off her, and, again, when pulled out, a flow escaped her and settled into the growing pool below her.

"Get your face down there and clean me." He had supplied many cream pies for many losers who wanted him to fuck their wives, but he had never partaken of his own. Something about knowing that his son, his leader, and his lord was growing from their union inspired him. He could not explain how he knew, but he did. "Put your filthy tight, wet, little slut cunt up here so I can taste it." He smacked her perfect little ass hard to speed her response.
 
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