Plus Ultra! (closed)

[BewareTheDream]

The sound of Moonrise’s laughter, as well as the sight of her excitement, made Machine Head grin.

She has such a pretty smile. Everything about her is so pretty!

“Post fucking cuddles? Whew, I really like the sound of that.” And just like that, his hands were on her ass, and he was pulling her lower body against his, again. “Mrmm…” His super suit may not have had as much give as Moonrise would’ve liked, but Machine Head’s raging boner poked out in it fine. Brazenly, he rubbed his erection against her crotch.

“Holy moly, you feel good! Mmm…” Dipping his head down, he helped himself to a long whiff of her hair and another whiff of her neck. The smell of her was all it took to make him shudder. It took a whole lot of his will not to keep going, and to instead concentrate on their relocation. It took even more of his will to let go of her.

“Okay…” Machine Head took a deep breath. “Okay. We’re going to the apartment building on the southeast corner of 82nd and 5th, right across the street from the Met. It’s the tallest building on the block, and it’s peach and white. You can’t miss it.

“Meet me on the roof, okay? It’s got a penthouse that’s empt right now. I mean, it doesn’t have a resident, but it’s not empty; it’s furnished.” He explained while walking toward the edge of the roof. As for how he knew about that penthouse, he’d explain if she asked.

Standing at the edge of the roof, Machine Head prepared to launch one of his wrist-mounted grappling hooks and swing to the Upper East Side, which they could see from where they were. Unless Moonrise had anything more to say to him, he’d be on his way.

The cold, night air did little to diminish the heat he felt all throughout his body. The sooner he and Moonrise got to that unoccupied penthouse, the sooner their heat would be shared.

I can’t wait!

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Well, we have to learn something about each other. Y’know, things like favorite foods, colors…” She trailed off as she reached up between them, running her index finger along his top lip, then his lower one, carefully tracing them. There wasn’t the slightest hint of stubble on his jaw, and his skin was pleasantly cool.

Her hair, tangled against his face, smelled of moonlight blooming flowers, the faint smell of the city, and deeper than that, a flash of ozone, the heady smell of constant magic, crackling like electricity under the surface, through her blood. The essence of her Quirk itself.

She smiled, her cheek pressed against his armor, before she looked back up at him. He was always so eager, so vocal. Maybe he was younger than her; he had an air of youth about him in his attitude. Was that a bad thing, though?

As he gave the directions, she'd take the opportunity to slip free from his grasp, though she really didn't want to. If she was being honest, she could have clung to him for quite a while longer, perhaps taking a slower, more deliberate way into fucking. Or something like that. Funny; she was freed from the pollen, but her mind felt as clouded with lust as it had been then.

Her eyes followed him to the edge of the roof, and she gave him a slight smile and a wave - then she leapt from the opposite side of the building. Though she didn’t have the grapple that he did, her baseline ability through her Quirk gave her “typical” super hero abilities - enhanced strength, agility. It’d be nothing for her to simply leap from rooftop to rooftop in such a densely packed city. And so she did - seeming to barely skim surface to surface, resisting the mad urge to laugh with joy as she felt the dirty air of the city whoosh past her, catch in the long curls of her hair. Times like this, even without the promise of meeting Machine Head, her Quirk filled her with happiness, with excitement. There was something indescribable about seeing the city like this, when it dissolved into clusters of light and snippets of sound and the sky was large above her - she was invincible, the world was hers. Everything was so much lighter here, the stars closer, the hum of space above her and around her.

But all too soon it ended, as she spotted the penthouse in question. By the time she landed on the roof, she was out of breath, but excitement fairly glowed off of her. Her landing was as perfect as a professional hero’s, without any additional sound. The wind picked up her hair just right, she was lit from behind perfectly, warm yellow city light hugging her curves and painting her figure just so. “So how do you know about this place?” She spoke it into the open air of the rooftop, fully expecting that he’d beaten her there.

 

[BewareTheDream]

Machine Head did get to the roof of the luxury apartment building before Moonrise, because grapple-swinging was fast, and because he knew exactly where it was.

Like Moonrise, he loved every aspect of being a Hero, including heroic travel. He enjoyed the crap out of swinging from building to building, high above the noisy, light-dotted streets. He liked feeling the cool wind on his cheeks, lips, and jaw, which were the only parts of his body that his super suit exposed. And he definitely got a kick out of pedestrians spotting him and pointing up to him; it was his very own “Look! Up in the sky!” moment. Little things like that made Hero-ing even more exhilarating.

For him, grapple-swinging wasn’t only a thrill, it was also an opportunity to practice math. Oh, good old math! Every grapple shot, every swing required at least some calculation that he had to do in his head, which was Machine Merged with his suit’s computer. If he got any of the numbers wrong, he could wind up crashing into the street or smashing into the side of a building, but that never happened.

Well, almost never.

Getting from the top of the HumNews building to the penthouse in the Upper East Side went without a hitch, though. Breathing heavily due to a combination of physical exertion and excitement for what was to come - Yeah, I’M gonna cum! Hehehe! - Machine Head spent a couple minutes pacing as he waited for Moonrise on the terrace.

Since there was time to kill, Machine Head took a gander at the terrace. There was some furniture out there, all of which were covered by tarps. Peeking under the tarps, he saw a long white table surrounded by white chairs. On the other side of the terrace he found a low, sofa-looking thing and a low, glass table, also covered. He imagined what it’d be like being a rich person hosting rooftop parties in this place. He pictured himself sitting on this sofa, surrounded by his rich friends, discussing whether he should summer in the Meditterean or in the South Pacific this year.

Hah! Being penthouse rich must be boring as crap. I’ll stick with being a Hero, thankyouverymuch!

Machine Head’s gaze was inevitably drawn to the balcony. Stepping toward it, he peered out at Central Park. It looked like its own, rectangular world nestled in the middle of Manhattan. This wasn’t the first time he ever got a bird’s eye view of the park - far from it. But to live someplace where he could get out of bed and see this right away? Yeah, he could definitely see the appeal to that. Resting his forearms on the railing, he enjoyed the view.

It was while he was enjoying the view that Moonrise arrived. Her landing was quieter than a cat’s, so he didn’t know she was there until she spoke.

“Gah!” Startled, he spun around and was just about to aim one of his gauntlets at her when he realized who it was.

“Oh! I mean...I’m gah-lad you made it, Moonrise!” Super-smooth recovery! Lowering his gauntlet, he powered down the stun bolt launcher within it.

“How do I know about this place?” He repeated her question to stall and search for an answer.

The truth of the matter was that one of Hideki’s regular customers - Enrique - told him about it. Enrique was the senior handyman of this apartment building. That guy had a gift for electrical work, plumbing, and general household repair, but he also had a blindspot when it came to computers. And so, the two of them worked out a deal: Hideki would take care of Enrique’s computer and smartphone issues, and in exchange Enrique would take care of problems in Hideki’s apartment or shop.

About a week ago, Hideki and Enrique were engaged in some idle chit chat when the handyman mentioned that this penthouse had been vacated last month, and the building owners still hadn’t found a new renter. That’s how Machine Head learned about it. For obvious reasons, he didn’t share those details with Moonrise.

“I was patrolling this neighborhood earlier this week when I spotted it,” he said, instead. “I couldn’t help but notice it was unused.” He gestured toward the covered furniture on the terrace, then stepped toward the penthouse itself.

The wall between the penthouse and the terrace was mostly glass, so they could see that all the lights inside were off. With only a thought, Machine Head made a flashlight appear on his wrist. Shining the light through the glass wall, he first saw a living room whose walls, carpet, and furniture were all white. Beside that was a dining room with a bare wood floor and more white furniture.

“Whoever lived here last really had a thing for white,” Machine Head observed. “I bet their favorite condiment is mayonnaise.”

Glancing to the side, he saw the terrace door. Just as he had hoped, the lock was keycard operated, which meant he could use his Quirk to break in. (Even if it had been a traditional lock, Machine Head had lockpicks built into his gloves, and he knew how to use them.)

Before he did anything else, though, Machine Head turned to Moonrise and gestured toward the keycard reader. “I can use my Quirk to get us in, easy peasy. Same goes for the alarm system, if there is one - I can shut it down, no problem.

“I’m sure this place is empty. I mean, it’s got furniture and stuff, obviously. But no one lives here. If you want to go in, we’d have the whole place to ourselves. But if you’re uncomfortable with this, we can go somewhere else…?”

Maybe we can fuck on the terrace?! That sofa thing looks small, but comfy. He didn’t say that outloud. Not yet, anyway.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She’d been so focused on Machine Head that she hadn’t really taken time to fully take in her surroundings. As he spoke, she looked around, her brows raising. Letting out a low whistle, she took a tentative step forward. She was fine outside, but one look at the pristine white interior made her suddenly quite conscious of her boots; what if she tracked mud or dirt inside? Nothing said “romantic tryst” like scrubbing the floors.

“Er…why don’t we stay out here? Less chance of making a mess.” It was also high enough to think that they probably wouldn’t be caught…

A small thrill traced a finger up her spine.

But…wouldn’t it be fun if we got caught…? Or better yet, if someone was watching and didn’t say anything…?

She grinned, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

“Is…is that okay?” It may have started off as a question, but it didn’t end as one. Not with her looking at him so fixedly, smiling just a bit, before she caught her lower lip between her teeth again, a thoughtful, playful bite before she let go.

 

[BewareTheDream]

“You bet your sweet, tight ass it’s okay!” Machine Head blurted out. His brain caught up with his mouth a split second later, and he blushed, regretting the crassness of his words.

“I mean, as long as I get to be with you, I’m happy anywhere.”

For the next several moments, he didn’t know what to do. Standing there, blushing, he stared at her feet, at the terrace floor, over the railing and out at the skyline - anywhere but at her enchanting face or her tempting body. The way she bit her lip was so sexy, it made his dick flex, and he had to look away or else he’d rush to her and tear her suit off. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to fuck like savages again, or if she wanted to try things more gently this time. The thought of either made his dick flexing intensify.

It was strange - their first time was a lot of things, but ‘uncertain’ and ‘hesitant’ it was not. Hideki had never so much as thought about masturbating in public before, but without hesitation he jerked off nearly to completion while watching Moonrise get finger-fucked by the Naturalist. After subduing that jolly green scumbag, he and Moonrise then banged each other’s brains out mere meters away from the unconscious Villain, not to mention the public paths frequented by families, joggers, and the like. Why was he so wanton one night, and such a dork now?

It’s not because of the Naturalist’s pollen, is it?

No! What I’m feeling for her is real!

Gathering his resolve, he raised his visored gaze to her face. Not only did he figure out what to do next, and not only did the bashful dork disappear, but he fell for her all over again, too.

Machine Head raised a hand, beckoning her to take it. “Come here, baby. I want to fuck you over the railing. Would you like that? Do you want the whole city to see me stuff you with my cock?”

He honestly didn’t know where the words came from, but at that moment they felt good to say. He was sure that what they would do for the rest of the night would feel even better, and he shivered in anticipation for it.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

At his outburst, she blushed, then, started laughing. To go with the moonlit cast on her silver hair, her laugh was light and girlish.

“You’re not very good with girls, are you, Machine Head?” It was a gentle question and a response all in one. Not that she minded. It wasn’t that she was really good with guys, either - well, as Moonrise, she was used to their eyes going to her boob window and little else. But that was easy and predictable - less about being seen as a hero or someone to date, but more as being seen as just a body. And sometimes it worked out to her advantage - that split second of a crook being distracted by the healthy heft of her chest could make all of the difference in a hostage or shoot out situation.

And it wasn’t that she hadn’t caught Machine Head gawking at her body once or twice. But in his case, she didn’t mind it so much. In fact…whenever he did it, it made her heart beat faster. Much like it was now. It was all she could do to keep holding that cool facade - which was instantly shattered at his next words.

She wasn’t sure what responded faster - the blood to her cheeks, the hammering of her heart, the dampness between her legs, or how her nipples peaked beneath the suddenly all too thin fabric of her outfit.

“You’re so bold,” the words were a low whisper, and she raised a gloved hand to her mouth. Lightly biting down on her ring finger, she grinned at him, lifting those violet hued eyes up to him. Not like he would have to ask her twice.

Unlike the time with The Naturalist before, there was no need to rip her costume off. She reached behind her neck, her arms wiggled a bit, and, then, coming away in her hands in two thin strips, her top peeled away, exposing her breasts to the night air. A little wiggle of her hips, and the costume was down further, to her navel. She’d saunter past him, approaching the edge of the roof, wiggling her hips so. In front of the railing now, she turned, her back to him, and she peeled the rest of her costume down to mid-thigh. There would be no getting it all the way off without taking off her boots, and standing on the top of the roof barefoot wasn’t too appealing to her.

Now, nude to her thigh, she looked over her bare shoulder at him, nearly lost within the long tangles of silver hair. Rather than invite him with a word, she just smiled, lowering those long lashes at him.

 

[BewareTheDream]

Moonrise was right - Machine Head wasn’t great with girls. He hadn’t had a girlfriend since the first time he left Japan to work as a sidekick in America, and that was years ago. Since then, he’d only been on a few dates, almost all of which were set up via internet dating sites, and none of which lead to anything memorable or lasting. There was no spark felt between him and any of the women he’d dated in America.

So Hideki wasn’t super experienced when it came to romantic relationships. And as for sex, well, he watched a lot of hentai, and recently he started to get into American porn, too.

What he experienced with Moonrise and what she showed him tonight was hotter than anything he’d ever seen in porn, though. And what he felt with her was more than a spark, it was an inferno that threatened to burn him down.

All it took to make Machine Head drool was for Moonrise to peel her super suit off her torso. The confident reveal of more chocolate skin, the way her tits jiggled once they were freed, and the sight of her sculpted arms and midsection in motion - all of it made him salivate.

I want to eat her right up! He had to swallow or else drool would’ve trickled down the corners of his mouth.

Shock and awe were what kept him motionless as she sauntered past him, to the rail.

Heavens to Murgatroyd, look at her ass!

His mind screamed at him to reach out and touch her, as he had been dreaming about ever since they first fucked - no, ever since they first met - but at that moment he couldn’t move. All he could do was watch her pass. His dick, however, wasn’t paralyzed; it tried its damnedest to break out of his super suit.

She invited him to do more than just stare by just giving him a look - even that look was sexier than anything he’d ever seen anyone else do. So of course he accepted her wordless invitation. She was like a siren, and he was more than happy to crash his ship against the rocks to be with her.

“Oh boy...!” With only a thought, he made his suit detach from his body. Rings of blue-white electricity traveled up his torso and along his limbs, and like a snake shedding its skin, he shed the suit, which fell to the terrace as a single, open piece. All he had on was his helmet and a pair of black boxer-briefs, which were stretched by his monstrous erection. His cock pointed at her, oh so eager to be inside her.

Machine Head rushed her. Pinning Moonrise between his almost bare body and the railing of metal and glass, he grabbed her hips and grabbed her naked ass. He bit her shoulder - not hard enough to break the skin, of course, but hard enough to tell her he wanted to devour every inch of her. The air around them was cool tonight, and way up here on a roof, with no walls to protect them from the wind, it could be downright chilly. However, Machine Head’s skin felt feverish; his tight-muscled body not only burned for her, it ached for her, too. Because she made him feel so hot, and because he had sweated in his suit, he was already a little sticky. The skin of his front stuck to the skin of her back as they rubbed together, deliciously; her hair stuck to his skin, as well.

Grunting, he yanked her lower body back while simultaneously thrusting his crotch forward. Moonrise could feel his covered cock grinding, obscenely, against her ass. Perhaps she could also feel how precum moistened the front of his boxer-briefs. He began to moan while humping her from behind. Those moans were only slightly muffled when his mouth crash landed on the side of her neck, and he sealed it there with sucks and kisses. Machine Head savored Moonrise’s flesh so noisily. The sucking, the slurping, and the moaning were right under her ear.

“What have you done to me, Moonrise, huh?!” He gathered her long, silver hair in his hand and gave it a yank, pulling her head back and to the side. “I’m going crazy! Mmph!” His lips suctioned onto her neck once more. Kissing, licking, nibbling, and suckling, he relished the flesh of her neck, as well as her shoulder. She’d have some marks thereupon before the night was through.

In the back of his mind, he really thought that part of her Quirk involved seduction, for his attraction to her was more intense than he thought possible.

While still humping her ass from behind, he moved his hands off her lower body so he could grab her boobs from underneath. Groaning, he marveled at how heavy and yet how soft they were. Greedily, he massaged her breasts. And before long, he began to pinch and tug on her nips.

Machine Head reached down to quickly peel his underwear off his cock. Hungry and hot, it burst out and slapped against her ass. “Mungh!” Immediately, he began to grind his naked member against her crack. It wouldn’t take long for him to cum, and he wasn’t even inside her yet!

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It was hard not to giggle at his outbursts - giggle. Imagine that - her, of all people, giggling over a man’s antics. That definitely wasn’t something that she DID, let alone was familiar with.

However, it wasn’t too hard not to laugh when he was on her, his teeth into the tender crook between her neck and shoulder. She moaned, softly, before tilting her head to allow him further access. The sharp bite of pain mingled with the sweetness of how he sucked, his tongue laving against the chill flesh of her neck. It was a distraction, but not enough of one to keep her from grinding her ass back into his crotch. She could easily feel the hardness of him, and, with a slight twist of her hips, she got him lined up so that his cock could easily thrust between the cleft of her ass.

She yelped, partially out of surprise, partially out of mild pain as he looped one of her long silver pigtails within his hand, yanking her head back. Past the initial shock, she was surprised that the gesture, even with the pain, was enough to cause a roll in her stomach, a rush of heat within her cheeks. “Fuck,” she breathed, heavily, pushing harder into his crotch. “Why aren’t you inside of me yet?”

 

[BewareTheDream]

Why aren’t I inside of her yet? That’s a good question.

Time to fix it!

Machine Head reached down and around Moonrise’s thighs, clutched the insides of them both, and then drew them apart. The sides of his index fingers began to rub against the edges of her pussy lips. It wasn’t only her legs that got spread open; he spread her cunt open, too. He also found encouragement in how wet she was. If her inner thighs felt sticky with her honey, then all the better, and all the more excited he became.

“Here I come, baby...” After whispering into her ear, he nipped it, and then tickled the inside with the tip of his wiggling tongue.

Speaking of tips, the tip of his cock dragged down her ass crack and between her spread thighs. She could feel how hot it was for her, and how much it throbbed for her. Moaning right into her ear, he prodded the surface of her softness with his cockhead until he felt where it needed to go.

“Here I come…!”

Machine Head’s dick drove into her body. He was so thick, and she was so tight! But the cream that coated her secret walls helped his heaving mass slide deeper and deeper, until his balls pressed into her from behind.

“Guh!” Moaning up to the night sky, he gripped Moonrise’s lovely hips and ground his crotch against her ass. He stuffed her with his meat - which, quite frankly, felt bigger and hotter than he ever remembered it being - and held it as deep as it could go for maybe four or five rugged breaths. Then he began to fuck her, savagely.

His crotch and his balls slapped into her from behind, creating a sharp, lascivious sound that was like music to his ears. Meanwhile, the front of her body got pressed against the railing. The cold of the metal rail, as well as the cold of the glass beneath it, were such stark contrasts to the heat radiating from the firm, athletic, and sweaty body pressing and rubbing against hers from behind. Inside of her, his member spread her open again and again and again. Rendered completely out of control in such a short amount of time, Machine Head plowed her against the rail as if he wanted to bend it.

He yelled something unintelligible before his mouth crashed onto her neck once again. Slurping and licking at her skin, he couldn’t believe how delicious she tasted. He wanted to taste every centimeter of her skin. Without slowing down the fuckin’, he pulled her hair away from her back so he could lick the back of her shoulders and kiss the top of her spine.

“Mmm! Oh yeaah...Mmmph!” It wouldn’t take long for him to start sucking on her skin wherever his mouth could reach. He sucked her neck. He nibbled along the top of her shoulder. He kissed the side of her face. He even used the tip of his tongue to tickle the corner of her mouth. If she only turned her head and stuck out her tongue, then they could tongue duel. Or he could suck on her tongue tip. Moonrise could feel his hot breath caress every spot that he licked, sucked, or kissed.

One of his hands grabbed the rail for support. Now pulling on the railing, he continued to fuck her with all his might. His other hand pressed against her belly and pulled her back almost every time he pumped forward. With the tip of that hand’s middle finger, he reached for her clit, which he pressed like a button, or flicked.

On the streets far below, New Yorkers in cars or on foot went about their business, unaware that two Heroes fucked like fiends up above. No matter how loud Machine Head and Moonrise got, their outbursts reached no ears but theirs. And, of course, the only one who heard him gasp, “I’m gonna cum!”was her.

"I'm gonna cum inside you!"

He could already feel his dam about to burst. The pressure building between his balls and the base of his cock became so high, so fast. Fucking her felt so good - far too good for him not to cum quickly.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His fingers poked, not uncomfortably, at her pussy lips - before seeming to find their traction. Pulling her apart, she bit her lower lip, pinning the gasp that threatened to rise down. The combination of having his hands and at the same time, a stranger’s hands (simply, those that were not her own) spread her in such a wanton, possessive way sent a spark of electricity through her. He’d be able to tell how wet she was; she was fairly dripping, hot and thick across his fingers, down the palm of his hand.

"Fuuucckkkkkk....!" A low growl that rose to a high shriek as he shoved his way into her. Though she was more than wet enough to handle him, the sheer force of his thrust combined with his girth was still enough to send a low sting through her lower body. She barely had time to catch her breath before he was slamming into her, sending sparks behind her open eyes, blurring her vision. The bar slamming into her breasts was painful; in a split second between thrusts, she shifted, hefting their weight so that the railing was under her heavy breasts rather than across them.

She had no words for him - simply breathless, keening panting as he continued to fuck her. No, this was past fucking - rutting, maybe. He was ruthless behind her, the sting of his things, his hips, against the backs of her thighs and ass was intense; she knew she’d have marks afterwards. There was little more that she could do other than hold onto the railing for dear life, giving into him, letting him use her as little more than a warm hole -

Fuck, that is so hot -

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled upwards, a long trail of drool escaping the side of her lips as she moaned gutturally. She had enough presence of mind to know that she wasn’t going to be able to cum like this. The pace was too hard, too punishing. But she was okay with that. Surprisingly so. Even with his diddling of her clit, the tentative presses, flicks, she knew it was backseat to his own pleasure.

It was beginning to be a bit too painful, his bites, his tongue flicks, all too much for her - sensory overload that was pushing closer and closer to her limit. Her grip tightened on the railing; she knew her knuckles were pale, hidden behind her gloves. Even so, the dampness of her palms seeped through the fabric.

He was close; she could feel it before he whispered it in her ear. “Do it,” she breathed out, her voice ragged, scarcely able to form the words. “Fill me with your hot cum!”

 

[BewareTheDream]

What he promised and what she demanded burst from his dick in long, luxurious jets. Machine Head gripped her hips, clenched his jaw, and tried to scream when the torrents of ecstasy smashed into him, but the only sound he could make at first was sort of a mix of a grunt and gurgle. As his throat tightened, making it difficult to vocalize his pleasure, his cock continued to throb against - and shoot his seed into - her hot, clutching cunt.

“Mooonnriise! Anngh!” Finally, he was able to scream. The sound of his bliss rode upon her name, up and up, toward the nearly starless New York sky. Inside of her, he stopped thrusting, for now. He held his crotch against her ass, his balls against the back of her thighs, and his member deep, deep inside of her. Sealed together, he kept pumping more and more cum into her womb.

“Guh!” Muscles flexing, his body curled around the back of hers. Growing dizzy, he realized that he was cumming longer and more fiercely than he had ever cum before. “I can’t stop cumming!” He wrapped his arms around her belly and clung to her as his climax endured.

His lips clamped down onto her neck. His next series of outbursts were muffled against her skin, which his lips caressed, wetly. Before long, he transitioned into licking and sucking on her neck, nice and soft because she was draining him so completely.

He was a shaking, sweaty mess even before he stopped cumming. When his orgasm finally abated, he slumped against her, pinning her to the railing all the more. His cock pumped a few last times, emptying his sack completely; with each throb, his body shuddered.

Shaking and moaning, he eased up his rough embrace, took his weight off her back, and withdrew his spent member - just sliding it out of her caused shuddering pleasure, too. When his girth was finally removed, a waterfall of white spilled out, coating her thighs and dripping onto the terrace floor.

Huffing, puffing, and holding the front of his body against the back of hers more comfortably than before, Machine Head gradually regained his senses. His hands settled, happily, on the delicious flesh directly above her hips. Seemingly acting on their own, they massaged her sides. He pressed a sweet kiss to her shoulder, followed by another to her neck. He really wanted to make out with her...

It suddenly dawned on him that he didn’t know whether or not she came, too.

I was so greedy!

“Did you cum, Moonrise?” he asked, the word staggered by his ragged breathing. His hands - seemingly acting on their own - massaged her sides.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She felt so, so full. Her arms, hands, fingers - trembled in their grip on the railing as he filled her over and over, each jet of cum sending a shudder through her body. She’d have bruises, she could feel them starting to blossom on her neck, her waist, her hips, but it didn’t matter.

He eased up; she slumped further across the railing, her legs shaking now, his cum creamy against the brown of her skin, leaving dark trails across the wadded fabric of her uniform, dotting the tops of her white boots. She seemed to be on the verge of tipping over the railing all together - before her knees knocked inwards, and she slumped down, her grip on the railing finally coming loose. She lay bonelessly on the cold ground of the roof, her chest heaving, forehead dotted with sweat, nipples erect in the temperate night air.

She sucked in deep breath after deep breath, waiting for her vision, her senses to clear.

If I didn’t know any better, I swear he’s drugging me through his cum…!

Machine Head’s voice was fuzzy, coming to her from a great distance. Ah, he was asking her something. She shook her head, slowly, feeling her hair underneath her, in long sweaty curls. She couldn’t find her voice, though she was starting to get strength back. Shifting, she placed her palms firmly onto the roof, and pushed herself up into a sitting position. The movement was enough to cause a fresh pulse of cum from her, and she groaned, leaning back against the railing and pulling her legs up. Though her knees were together, the lips of her cunt were spread wide, and it wouldn’t be hard to see that she was still oozing his cum.

“Oh…” she sighed, reaching up to pull tangles of hair away from her face. She grinned, a little drunkenly at him. “What…?”

 

[BewareTheDream]

She must have cum! Look at her! Not only is she shaking, she can’t even stand! You fucked her good - REAL good!

Despite what the most confident voice in Machine Head’s head told him, he wasn’t 100% sure that Moonrise climaxed. However, it sure did look like she enjoyed what they did. The pang of guilt he felt gradually morphed into pride - pride that mingled with the pleasurable, residual effects of such wonderful sex. His nerves hummed because of her, and they would continue to hum for many more minutes.

Standing there on unsteady legs, with his semi-stiff shaft hanging over his cum-stained boxer briefs - the only article of clothing he had on, besides his helmet - he didn’t know what to do next. He definitely knew what he wanted to do: he wanted to touch Moonrise some more. He wanted to pick her up and kiss her. He wanted to lick her spine. He wanted to eat her butt. He wanted to pull off her boots and suck on her toes. There’s that toe sucking again! When did you become a toe sucker?

That’s what the emotional and usually horny part of his brain wanted to do. But the more rational part of his brain warned him that Moonrise may not want to be touched right now. Maybe she needs time to cool off, you know?

Conflicted, Machine Head ultimately decided to let her cool off. Reaching down to his thighs, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled it back over his cock, which throbbed a few times in mute, angry protest.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. You want more of her. Be patient, you greedy fucker.

The feel of his sticky dick against the fabric was not pleasant, but he ignored it. What he couldn’t ignore was the cold and the fatigue, which were beginning to get to him now that the sexual high was wearing off. He slumped against the glass barrier beneath the rail, then slid down to a seated position next to her. The feel of cold stone against his bare ass made him shiver.

The back of his helmet made a sharp clink when it hit the glass. Eyes closed, he just sat there, catching his breath. When his breathing became easier, he opened his eyes to the dark sky, then turned to her to see how she was doing.

The drunk grin on her face sure was beautiful.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go inside?” His voice cracked a little, for his throat was so dry. He tried to gather some saliva in his mouth before continuing. “We don’t need to have sex...or more sex, I guess. We can just use the bathroom to clean up, maybe use the bed to rest.

"I’d sure like to cuddle with you.” He blurted that out without thinking.

Smooth. Real smooth.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Whu…?” She blinked a few times, trying to clear her head. The ringing in her ears had started to subside, and the world seemed a bit less “floaty.” Definitely more grounded. She tilted her head back, willing her senses to return to her. Now that adrenaline was wearing off, the chill of the concrete and glass surrounding her was seeping through her clothing. She shivered a little, and reached behind her to pull her hair across her bare chest and arms.

“Oh, yeah…It is getting a little cold,” and she smiled sheepishly at him, with a slight hunching of her shoulders. “I think I can walk now.”

He mentioned cuddling, and she blinked again, her expression surprised – before it melted into a warm smile, her cheeks bunching and her eyes turning up at the corners. She nodded once, sending long spirals of silver hair across her face and shoulders. “That sounds great!”

Then she blushed.

What a dumb thing to say!

But it didn’t lessen her enthusiasm about the thought of cuddling – maybe – “Hey,” she blurted out, turning to face him, “If we cuddle and stuff, and go lay down, if I don’t look at you…could you take your helmet off? I could keep my eyes closed, or we could use a blindfold…?”

Blindfold, eh?

Just the word was enough to send a thrill through her. Funny; it was something she’d never considered before (and in the entirity of her hero career, she’d never once been blind-folded. Or, to be fair, taken into any sort of hostage / kidnapping situation.) – but now…she knew it was something she’d had to try. “You can blindfold me,” she said again, hoping that her tone might convince him that it was a good idea; that it would be worth taking off the helmet.

 

[BewareTheDream]

If Moonrise had asked him to remove his helmet right then and there, he would have. He was so into her, he’d do just about anything she asked. But before he could tell her or show her how far he’d go for her, she suggested that he blindfold her.

Immediately, Machine Head’s dick began to stiffen again. He obviously liked her idea, a lot.

“I can?! Okay, then!” Whirling around, he dashed, barefooted, to the door of the penthouse. “I don’t have a blindfold on me, but I’m sure we can find something inside. Maybe there’s a towel I can cut a strip from. If not, I’ll cut a strip from that tarp!” He was referring to one of the tarps that covered the terrace furniture. Machine Head rattled off these ideas while he inspected the door and its lock.

The door was made of glass, so it would’ve been easy to just bust through it. But a Hero wouldn’t do that, of course. In fact, a Hero shouldn’t break into a place unless it’s part of a case, he reminded himself. He felt a pang of guilt like a stab to his brain, but the idea of cuddling with Moonrise in a nice, warm bed, blindfolding her, and maybe even fucking her some more made the guilt evaporate an instant later.

If the lock had been of the old school mechanical variety, Machine Head would’ve had to use the lockpicks he built into the gauntlets of his suit, which lay in a heap behind him. But much to his delight, he discovered the lock was of the electronic, keypad variety, which meant getting past it would be easier than ordering a pizza.

He touched the side of the keypad with his pointer finger. Tiny sparks of blue electricity danced along his finger, which then phased inside of the lock, up to the second knuckle. The lock became a part of Machine Head; it was like a new part of his body. And just like a body part, he could feel it, and he could control it. With a mere thought, he made the electronic lock disengage. He then removed his finger and slid the glass door open. The blue electricity lingered on his hand for a second or two after his Quirk was turned off.

“We’re in!” he exclaimed. A grin spread underneath his visor. He hurried toward Moonrise, but stopped so he could pick his super suit up off the floor. “C’mon! Let’s go in, out of the cold.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“I think I could figure something out; let’s not damage the house!” Some breathlessness there; if it was from the prospect of being blindfolded or horror at causing damage to the house was unclear.

She watched him touch the door, and blinked as blue light danced through it. She supposed it was his Quirk; had to be something with machines. Well, duh, of course it had something to do with machines - it was in his hero name, of course. But on the same hand, not all hero names linked directly to their powers; hers certainly didn’t.

“That’s a really neat Quirk,” she said, and instantly wanted to kick herself for saying something so lame. In her brain, she repeated her words in a mocking voice, and she had to keep herself from making a face. “When did you first sort of figure out what it was?” Her words sounded dry and lame, limping through the air as she looked around the inside of the apartment. Though it was clear that no one had been in it for some time, it was still immaculately kept, and reeked of money. A part of her was nervous to even be here - a place like this surely had cameras -

“Hey!” She suddenly stopped, and comically froze in place, “This place looks super expensive. Could you…you know, make sure that there aren’t cameras in here or something? It would look really bad if two heroes were caught poking around in here…”

What she really meant was, “It would look really bad for two heroes to be caught fucking like rabbits in here.”

Though -

She had to admit -

That was a bit of a turn on, too.

When did I become such a deviant?! Panic flashed on her face for a moment. It seemed like nothing was too depraved, nothing was off the table if it involved him with his cock buried deep inside of her. Blindfolds, public spaces, wanting to be watched…

“ARGH,” she suddenly burst out, then, her face turning beet red, she merely waved at him. “Sorry; was just lost in thought!”

 

[BewareTheDream]

When Moonrise asked him about his Quirk, Machine Head answered without skipping a beat. After all, it was rare to find a Hero or Villain who wasn’t proud of their superhuman abilities.

“Thanks,” he whispered. He had just taken his first couple of steps into the dark interior of the penthouse, and even though he was sure there was nobody in there, he whispered anyway. “I was 11 when I first discovered it. I’d gotten a new computer for my birthday, and while I was learning how to use it, my fingers sorta phased into it. That was the first time I Machine Merged.

“It didn’t take long for me to learn how to control machines I’m Merged with. But it took me several years to become strong enough to completely Merge with a car or something else big enough for me to fit into.” When the two of them fought the disgruntled, tigerman employee in HumNews, Moonrise saw Machine Head Merge with a copier and fight as a copier-man.

Speaking of Machine Merge - he Merged with his helmet just long enough to activate the flashlight above his visor. Then, as he tiptoed barefoot on hardwood flooring, he had a look around. The sliding door led into a spacious living room that was dominated by an L-shaped, sectional sofa. The sofa, the floor, and the walls were all eggshell white. In fact, after several seconds of looking around, he realized that much of the penthouse was one shade of white or another.

“Yeesh, talk about bland,” he complained under his breath.

He spotted the kitchen to his right, so he padded over there and lay his super suit onto the counter. It was then when Moonrise asked about cameras.

“I don’t think there’s any, but I’ll double check.” Making his way to the nearest lightswitch, Machine Head inserted a finger into the fixture. Blue sparks leapt around his hand, just like they did when he Merged with the keypad. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on extending his awareness through the apartment’s wiring. This was another aspect of his Quirk, which he called Machine Sense. With it, he could detect all the electrical fixtures located throughout the apartment, as well as any electronic devices plugged into any nearby outlets.

If he concentrated long and hard enough, he could’ve made his Machine Sense reach throughout the entire building, but doing so would’ve taken a lot out of him, and it would’ve given him a splitting headache, too. Just using Machine Sense to sense the fixtures and devices within the penthouse was enough to create an uncomfortable pressure behind his eyes.

“Nope - there aren’t any cameras here.” Immediately after confirming that, he shut off his Machine Sense by withdrawing his finger from the light switch. If he had maintained it longer, that pressure behind his eyes would’ve kept getting worse.

Since the light switch was right there, he turned on the lights. It was one of those slider switches that let a user adjust the brightness of the lights. Machined Head eased the slider to around 40%, so it became just bright enough that he didn’t need to use his flashlight anymore.

Mood lightning.

He glanced her way, but then looked at the floor a second later. Moonrise was still practically naked, which made it difficult for him to think straight.

This makes no sense! We just fucked on the balcony. Why do I still feel like such a dork around her?

At least she seemed to be nervous, too. It was nice to think the feeling was mutual.
“Um...I’d better close the door. The cold air is coming in.” Awkwardly, he padded back to the wide-open door and slid it shut. Turning back around to face her, he still couldn’t look directly at her.

“Sooo...you still want to, you know…

“I mean, do you want me to find a blindfold or something like it, so we can…ah, continue?”

His cock betrayed him by growing more erect and causing the front of his black boxer briefs to balloon. It couldn’t help it. The thought of blindfolding Moonrise while she lay on a bed that wasn’t his, and then doing all sorts of wicked things to her was one of the most arousing things he’d ever thought of, so of course his body had to react.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She listened intently - after all, she wouldn’t have asked about his Quirk if she wasn’t interested. To be fair, he could be reading the phone book, and she’d still listen as intently, looking at the way his mouth moved, his lips caressing the words - it took more for her to focus not to sigh longingly when he spoke.

“Quirks are pretty interesting,” she tiptoed further into the building. Though she trusted him, she couldn’t quite shake the sense that, well, they were trespassing. Felt like it went against the whole “hero” thing. “Everyone has such a different one, and sometimes it’s passed on in the family, sometimes it isn’t. Mine is,” she offered, though she touched her tongue to her lower lip. She could still taste the tang of his sweat, the remaining sweetness of the glamour that her Quirk drenched her in when she was activating it. “It’s passed down through the women in my family, apparently.” Running a gloved finger along a slightly dusty countertop, she looked at it before clenching and unclenching her hand. Closing her eyes, she exhaled, feeling the warmth of her Quirk course through her veins. “It was one of those things that was never any doubt that I’d have it, you know? Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if that wasn’t the case. I guess the nature of it is the same for all of the women, but how it manifests is different. My-” she cut herself off with a bit of a nervous laugh. “Never mind; it’s all super boring stuff. But I have a small ability to heal. I used that during the whole HumNews thing. It really tires me out when I use it, though. And I can’t use it on myself.”

It wasn’t until he walked past her that she remembered (though how she could have forgotten?!) that she was practically nude. She’d wiggled / hopped this far in with her uniform around her thighs - and now, she was reaching down, pulling it up. It apparently was easier to take off than put on, and she grunted softly as she tried to heft it up past her hips, hopping into the fabric as if she were putting on tight jeans. With much more struggling and wiggling, she was able to get it back up to her chest, and as she was cupping one breast to pull it back in, she paused at his question. Blinked. Then, adjusted her breast behind the thin fabric. “Of course…I mean, if you still want to?”

“Awkward” wouldn’t begin to describe the air between the two of them. Why was it, once clothes were back on, or they were in the vicinity of getting dressed, it was like two teens, fumbling through the first date? They were adults. They’d fucked - a few times, at this point. She knew what this was about. Well, maybe? Maybe not knowing was what made this awkward. And if he’d wanted her just for her body, well, he’d had it already. And once was enough for a fuck boy, if that’s what he was? But who was she kidding - once wasn’t enough for her. And considering that he seemed to be as unsettled as she was, it had to be something else.

I wish my Quirk could help me with this!

Come on: be brave! Say what you want! That’s what Moonrise would do, right?

“I’d like that. To cuddle, I mean,” she said, her words not as halting as she thought they sounded in her head. “And…if we want to do more, I think, we could use a towel, or one of these,” she wiggled her fingers in her gloves. “They’re pretty easy to take off.” She was reaching behind her neck to undo her costume again, before she stopped, her fingers tracing the line of her choker. “I think I’ll wait to get undressed till we get to the bedroom or wherever?” She grinned. “It’ll be nice to take the boots off.”

 

[BewareTheDream]

Like many other Heroes, Machine Head was a geek for Quirks. He loved learning everything he could about them. So when Moonrise explained the hereditary nature of her Quirk, it became his turn to listen intently.

“It’s not boring at all,” he assured her.

When she mentioned HumNews, the memory of what happened there flashed through his mind in vivid detail. Come to think of it, he could vividly remember practically everything he had done with her. His memory certainly wasn’t as good as that of his best friend, Popcorn - nobody’s was. But when it came to Moonrise, Machine Head’s memory was almost Popcorn-like.

“You can’t heal yourself, huh? Reminds me of Recovery Girl’s Quirk. She’s one of Japan’s most famous support Heroes, but you probably already knew that.” Hideki actually met Recovery Girl when he was a kid. He thought about the kind, old lady, and how she activated her Quirk by smooching her patients, usually on the forehead or cheek. From there, his mind wandered to the thought of Moonrise healing with her kisses. His eyes got drawn to her lips, which looked so plump,soft, and kissable. Without a doubt, they were the most kissable lips he’d ever seen - not just seen, but tasted. Woo boy, he wanted to taste her lips again right then and there. Eager twitching inside his boxer briefs was his body’s way of telling him it agreed.

Machine Head’s dick twitched and thickened even more as he watched her struggle to get her uniform back on. Oh my stars and garters! So much wiggling and jiggling! Mouth agape and eyes wide behind his visor, he stared at her doing a reverse strip tease. And when she took hold of one of her luscious breasts to scoop it back into her top, he could feel drool gathering inside his mouth.

“Ye gads, I could watch you get dressed all day,” he whispered after swallowing and licking his lips.

Moonrise asked him if he still wanted to, you know, do stuff. Machine Head was totally into doing more stuff with her. “You bet I do!”

And when she said she wanted to undress in the bedroom, he knew exactly what to do. Moving nearly as fast as a Hero with a speed Quirk, he rushed to her, grabbed one of her gloved hands, and yanked her toward the hallway. “C’mon! I’m sure we can find towels or something this way! And a bed! Yes, definitely need to find a bed. For cuddling!”

The hallway had three doors on the right and two on the left, all of them closed. Choosing one at random, he grabbed the handle, swung it open, and found a linen closet. There were actually some sheets on the topmost shelf, but Machine Head didn’t see them - he thought the closet was empty.

“Drats!” Turning around to face her, he gave her an embarrassed look. Once again, his gaze got drawn to her lips.

“Oh, screw it.” Unable to wait an instant longer to taste her, Machine Head pulled her close, wrapped her up in his arms, and planted his mouth upon hers. Her barely-covered breasts got squished against his solid, bare chest at the same time that his tongue thrust into her mouth. Moaning shamelessly, he drowned in the sweetness of her kiss.

One of his hands swept up her back on its way to her neck. His fingers curled around her neck, and his palm pressed against her choker. The other hand went the opposite direction, to clutch at one of her ass cheeks from underneath. He lifted it, squeezed it, and pulled her to him, causing his crotch to grind against hers. Moonrise likely saw how erect he was earlier, and now she could feel it, too. The size of him left no doubt about how much he desired her.

The hall was filled with the sounds of soft, wet kissing and decadent moans. Machine Head was more than happy to make out with Moonrise in front of the linen closet for a nice, long while. Hopefully she wanted to, too.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Well, I’m glad you don’t think it’s boring.” Relief. Maybe still the sour tang of nerves; something that wouldn’t sit right in her stomach. Made her want to wring her hands. Not feeling “wrong,” maybe, “odd,” being in an unfamiliar place, and that foggy lust that wouldn’t let her go when it came to him. Awkward again; she wanted to tell him everything even knowing nothing, or not much about him, maybe that was part of the thrill. Being reckless and utterly stupid and drunk and letting herself get carried away, why not -

His hand in hers, pulling her eagerly down the hallway - not that she minded; his eagerness was reassuring? Was she doubtful? Not really; her capacity to think on any sort of higher level was diminished considerably whenever he was around, seems like since day one, and maybe during some other waking hours she’d get it in her head to try and figure this out, but right now, why not, and, as always, she simply let herself melt into his hands, into the hand cradling the nape of her neck that drew hot sparks from her choker, the moon on it seeming to throb in pace with her beating heart, filling her with energy, almost like her skin would start to glow incandescent, she felt that heat right there, tripping along the fine hairs of her arm, rippling through her veins like an invisible goldfish, and her lips parted, timidly, not for fear of the kiss, but more fear of letting this energy escape, the way it felt like a living thing within her.

She would break the kiss only to draw in a gasping breath, then plunge back into his sea, knowing in the back of her head that they should find a bed, make it a bit more official than rutting in parks and anywhere else, something sacred in a bed, crossing the threshold and into a new stage of life, something along those lines, and the desire to make this official, something more real, spurred the next time she pulled her lips away. “Let’s find that bed.” Whispered against his lips, as if she couldn’t trust her own voice; like it’d scatter away.

 

[BewareTheDream]

The taste and texture of Moonrise’s kiss combined with the heat and firmness of her body to cast a spell over Machine Head. Enchanted by her, enraptured by her, he did not realize there were honest to goodness sparks shooting from her choker. The energy he could feel building between them was mistaken for pure lust, as well as a deeper emotion.

The search for something with which to blindfold her was forgotten, for now, but would be remembered when he could think straight again. It might have to wait until after he got his rocks off, because there was no way his brain could work right when she worked him up like this. Maybe she’d have to remind him.

Moonrise pulled away from their kiss twice, first to breathe, and then to whisper. When she withdrew, a strand of saliva hung between their tongue tips, only to snap and disappear while the two of them panted into each other’s open mouths.

There was barely enough time to whisper something about finding a bed before he covered her mouth with his once more. The message was still received, though. With his tongue once again exploring her mouth, and his fingers either holding onto the back of her neck or groping, greedily, at her ass or thigh, he moved with her away from the linen closet. Bindly, clumsily, the two of them waddled down the unfamiliar hall without breaking their kiss or their embrace. The back of Moonrise’s head and shoulders banged against a wall. They rolled against the wall until it was Machine Head’s turn to bump on plaster. They knocked a framed, black and white photo of some river reeds off its mounting and onto the floor, but they ignored it and kept dry humping each other down the hall.

Soon, Machine Head’s back banged against a door frame, and they stumbled into a bedroom. Like the rest of the penthouse, the room was furnished and decorated in white, black, and gray. The bed was in the center of the room, and past it was a wide window without any shades. Central Park and the tall buildings that framed it could be seen outside. It was quite the view to fall asleep or wake up to.

But Machine Head didn’t notice nor care about the interior or the view; he was focused on Moonrise. Still sucking on her lips, tongue, and breath, and still letting his hands run wild all over her body, he fumbled deeper into the room with her until their legs bumped into the edge of a bed. Then they fell upon it.

Landing on top of her, Machine Head continued to kiss her while one of his hands slid up from her hip to her breast. Cupping it from the side, he fondled it. Following a kiss to the tip of her tongue, his lips danced along her jawline, then dropped to her neck, where they tried to slurp at her skin through her choker.

Suddenly, he got off of her, then flipped her over. “Lift your ass up, please!” he gasped. Before Moonrise had a chance to comply, he grabbed her hips and tried to get her into the position he wanted. Whether she got onto all fours or just lifted her butt up with her knees, he’d be happy - he just wanted it in the air so he could bury his face in it.

His visor bumped into Moonrise’s backside, and he grunted. He had forgotten that he still had his helmet on. “Sorry.”

Willing himself to slow down some, he pulled his head back, then stared at what hovered before him. Although her uniform was back on, it barely covered her ass at all, which was fine by him. He helped himself to two handfuls of her chocolate flesh and proceeded to knead it. Drooling and grinning like a clown, he watched how her flesh moved beneath his fingers. He derived great pleasure from the feel of it - its smoothness, its firmness, even its weight.

Moving his face forward - more carefully this time - Machine Head dealt slurping kisses to her rear. Then he nibbled on it. After that, he licked and sucked on it. His mouth moved from one cheek to the other while his hands continued to squeeze. The only time his hands paused was so he could grab what little bit of her uniform actually did cover her ass, and yank it out of the way. Moonrise’s crack and the back of her pussy got revealed, which caused Machine Head to drool even more.

“You’ve got such a pretty butthole.” Such a romantic thing to say. He really did mean it, though. To show her how beautiful he thought her butthole was, he spread her cheeks apart, reached out his tongue, and gave her hole a tongue tickling.

“Mmmph!” The enthusiasm of his wiggling, circling tongue, and the richness of his moan told her how delicious she was to him. With his hands now on her hips, holding her steady, he tongued and he slurped on her hole with sustained gusto. And the longer he ate her out, the harder he became.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“You’re so lewd!” It came out of her between a whine and an exclamation. She could feel her face burning, and part of her longed to wrench herself free from him. “Why do you say such nasty things?!” Her breathing was harder now - how could she focus on being embarrassed, on wanting to keep some modesty, with what he was doing? And it felt so good!

“I’ve never had it back there…” she managed to breathe out, her gloved hands gripping onto the sheets. She’d only had a brief bit of it before, that night in the park, and the things she’d said then! And she meant them - she knew that then, she knew it now. Even with the high of what he was doing to her, there was some fear, “Be gentle,” she added, softly, “when you put your dick there…” How had she managed those words? Her face felt like it was on fire. She buried it in the sheets, twisting her hips into his helmet, somehow, the coolness of it adding to the contrast of the heat of his lips and tongue, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. And he was spreading her! She just knew that he could see the pucker of her asshole, the wet hair of her pussy, how pink she was once he got past the deeper brown of her cunt lips.

 

[BewareTheDream]

“It’s true, though. Your butthole is so pretty,” Machine Head said. He spread her ass cheeks a little further apart. Moonrise could feel his breath, hot and heavy, in her crack and against the bottom of her moist cunt. “Delicious, too! Mmph!” Once more, he pressed his helmet against her backside and teased her puckered hole with his talented tongue.

For several seconds, he devoured her ass. The noises he made were so greedy, so nasty, and they filled the bedroom that did not belong to them. But he stopped, abruptly, when she whispered about never having anal sex before. Hands still on her cheeks, holding her open, he raised his head. There was a shocked look on his face, but in her present position, she could not see it; even if she could, his visor blocked half of it.

“I’ve never had it back there, either.” Having Moonrise in such a vulnerable position and eating her out had gotten his dick twitching wantonly, and the thought of fucking her in the ass got him twitching even more. Now, he was hungry for her ass in a whole new way.

The tip of Machine Head’s thumb stroked tender circles around Moonrise’s saliva-moistened asshole. Eyes wide, he watched it react to his touch. His gaze dropped to her pussy, where he saw her cream glistening in the soft light that came in through the wide, uncurtained windows. He couldn’t help but notice how her cream made her white pubic hair sticky. The scent of it intoxicated him.

She really does want me to ass fuck her!

He wasn’t an expert in such things; far from it. But he knew that jamming his cock into her virgin hole would’ve hurt her - a lot. So even though that’s what his base instincts told him to do, and even though his cock was silently screaming at him to get a move on, he gathered the will to slow down. Reason won over his lust for her, for once.

“I’d better loosen you up some, first, right?” Lowering his head, he puckered his lips and blew a gentle breath on her asshole, then her pussy, then, after a breath, he blew on her asshole again. Sticking out his tongue, he drifted in to eat her out some more, only this time he tried pushing his tongue tip inside.

There was resistance, so he withdrew only a second later. “Um...tell me if I do something that hurts you, okay?” Once more, his tongue reached for her hole. He licked around it, gingerly, before making a second attempt to ease his tongue inside.

If Moonrise let him, Machine Head would tongue-fuck her asshole as gently as he possibly could. He’d also reach between her thighs to massage her pussy at the same time. If she responded well to these things, and if her anus opened up to accommodate his tongue, then he'd wiggle a finger inside. And if that went well, he’d fuck her in the ass, next. It could take a while, but he was more than happy to take his time with her, this time.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She wasn’t sure what was making her face hotter - what Machine Head was doing to her rear, or the things that he said, or that every time she thought she’d gotten comfortable, he’d do something new, using his tongue, his lips, that sent electricity through her body and made her moan in the most wanton of ways. She knew she must have been a slatternly sight - her eyes shut, brows knit, mouth partially open, eagerly wiggling her ass more into his mouth.

Lips, then tongue, then, surprising even her, a finger - a hiss of pain, a tightening from her, relax, Moonrise, relax, she reminded herself, and then, the fingers of his other hand caressing her inner thighs, already damp from their previous coupling, sweat collecting all the more as she slipped deeper under the spell of his touch, and, oh, a jerking when his fingers found the plump wet lips of her sex, slipping between them, caressing her inner folds, the hot button of her clit, and suddenly, his finger wasn’t so bad -

A second was added to the first, so slowly, the stretch causing her to groan, tighten her grip on the sheets, a deep inhale, then exhale, and then, slowly, slowly, she backed her body onto his hand, tentatively forcing him in deeper. Not unkindly, she moved his opposite hand away from her cunt, replacing it with her own. He could focus better on her ass this way, she thought, and she could rub at her clit in just the right way that made colors spark behind her eyelids and make the stretch of her ass less noticeable.

When the stretch got to be too much, she…had had to do it. She had to ask.

“Give me your other hand, the one not…there…” The last word was nearly whispered; far too filthy to say out loud. And if he presented her with his opposite hand, the other still buried within her ass, she would suck on his fingers, push them between her legs, coating them liberally with her own saliva and wetness, then, she’d manage to choke out the words, the ones that she needed to say, but god, it was so hard “Use it on my butt,” she finally cried out, forcing the words out in a rushed cry. With the lubrication that her body provided otherwise, if he used it on his fingers, rubbed them together, it would make it that much easier to continue to prob her ass, much to her delight, the stretch was fading, but the throb in her cunt was getting that much more pronounced -

“I need more,” she whined against the bed, wiggling her ass against him, sliding away from his fingers, before pushing back down on them.

 

[BewareTheDream]

Machine Head may have been new to ass play, but he was oh so quick and eager to learn!

After tonguing Moonrise’s butthole for a while, he replaced his tongue with his right index finger. Tentatively, he tested how much her hole would stretch and how much she liked it. The way she wiggled her ass and the lovely sounds she made sure sounded encouraging, so he kept going. For the most part, he kept his eyes on the action while he fingered her, but sometimes he’d bite or slurp on her cheeks. He couldn’t help it; they were so plump and delicious.

An excellent multi-tasker, Machine Head used his left hand to reach around and massage Moonrise’s cunt and tickle her clit while simultaneously stimulating her ass. He kneeled beside her hips and hunched over her rear, thinking this new position would allow him to stimulate her back and front more comfortably. His left hand wasn’t as strong or as sure as his right, but it could get the job done. Or so he thought, until Moonrise eased his hand away so she could take care of herself, instead. For a moment, he worried he had done something wrong, but that worry melted away when he realized he could focus on her backside. Scooting behind her once more, he paid closer attention to finger-fucking her hole. He also indulged in a new series of nibbles and sucks to her buttocks.

Before long, Moonrise’s wriggling, moaning, and the flexibility of her hole gave him enough courage to insert his middle finger, too. He inserted both fingers past their first knuckles, but right now he didn’t have the balls to push them further.

Moonrise surprised him again when she asked for his free hand.

“Hm?” Pausing, he kept his two fingers inside her asshole and gave her his left hand. “Ooooo!” His eyes went wide behind his visor and his cock pushed against the front of his boxer briefs even harder when she sucked on his fingers and then used her cunt to juice them up. “Oh my god…” Everything that she was doing, everything that was happening reminded him of something he watched a lot of in his free time.

I’m in a porno scene right now! I didn’t think this actually happened in real life, but it’s happening right now!

Moonrise asked him to use his newly lubricated fingers on her butt, and Machine Head was all too eager to oblige. “You got it!” he whispered. Thankfully, he had enough presence of mind not to yank his dry fingers out of her. Instead, he withdrew them nice and easy. And when he replaced them with their wetter twins, he did so using the same care and tenderness.

The mixture of Moonrise’s saliva and cream really did the trick. His left index and middle fingers slid in much easier than before, which got him to finger-fuck her more confidently. The more she encouraged him, the more her hole stretched, the faster his fingers went. Because she thrusted her ass onto his fingers, that made this so much hotter. His heart kept beating faster; he could hear his blood pumping. Inside his briefs, his dick kept aching, more and more, begging to be used.

That’s when Moonrise said something that Machine Head didn’t realize he had wanted to hear all along: She needed more. “Oh god, yes! I’m going to give it to you!”

Once again, he slid his fingers out of her, carefully. Once she was emptied, he rushed to get naked. Those pesky boxer briefs were peeled off his athletic legs and tossed against a wall. At last, his cock sprang free. Heavy, hot, and huge, it twitched in anticipation.

Now naked except for his helmet, Machine Head got onto his knees behind her. Seeing her thick, wriggling ass made his dick ache all the more. He grabbed either side of her rump to hold her steady while he crawled closer on his knees. The tip of his phallus bumped against her thighs, more than once. She could feel how hot and hard he was.

“I’m going to give it to you,” he whispered again. “I’m going to give it to you till you can’t take it anymore.” He didn’t know what he was saying; the words just tumbled out.

He was sweating all over again. With slippery hands, he spread her ass cheeks open and stared at her crack. Seeing her like this made him salivate. Keeping one hand on her, he grabbed hold of the base of his cock with the other and then maneuvered the tip to its goal. Moonrise could feel the silky, bulging head caress the back of her thigh, then her butt, then the inside of her crack. Finally, it touched her anus, and he nudged her there once or twice.

“Ungh!” Already grunting and panting, Machine Head put both of his hands on her hips. Holding her steady, he eased his phallus into her anus. He was so thick! And she felt so tight! There was initial resistance, which made part of him want to pull back, but his lust was so very close to overriding the last of his patience and caution, so there was no way he’d pull back now. Forward and deeper were the only ways to go.

He pushed a thick, throbbing inch inside of her ass. Then he paused to give her time to adapt. He needed to adapt, too.

Holy crackers and croutons, she’s so tight! She’s squeezing the life out of me! Ohh, she can squeeze all the life out of me if she wants; I'll die happy if she does!

Another swollen inch was eased in. Then another. And another. At this point, he was already huffing, and his chest was already heaving. Sweat glistened on his neck and chest. Moonrise’s back was covered in sweat too, so he bent over to lick some of it off. That movement caused his cock to shift within her, and the resulting sensations were so exquisite they left him shuddering out of control.

“Ohhhhh myyyy…”

It took all of his willpower not to fuck her like a crazy man, because a voice in his head kept warning him not to hurt her. However, if Moonrise gave him any indication that she wanted to be fucked harder, that would be all it would take to make him start jackhammering her asshole.