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You love Wukong. Really, you do.
But, gods is he a bitch.
Your entire body is humming, brain dazed as the pleasure rolls over you like ocean waves, bringing you in and out of consciousness. Hands—the same hands that have brought you to release twice already—glide down your body, over your painfully pert nipples and down your straining stomach. Every touch, no matter how feather soft, makes your body twitch, your dripping hole clenching in need. Those deft hands linger on your pubic mound for a few, long seconds before sliding upwards, this time following the center of your body until they reach your chin. Nimble fingers trace your lips, smearing drool across them like obscene lip gloss. One finally slips into your mouth, followed by two more. You understand the unspoken command even in your overstimulated haze, your tongue dragging against and dancing around the extremities, coating them in saliva. They finally pull out, replaced by a warm mouth that eagerly licks into your own. Your whine reverberates against those insatiable lips, with you being acutely aware of the fingertips ghosting against your pussy lips despite Wukong's attempts to distract you—bastard.
He pulls away from the kiss with a breathy chuckle, clearly amused with the ribald work of art he's reduced you to. "I love you like this, peaches," he purrs, his shining fangs and gleaming eyes the only thing your eyes can latch on to. "Falling apart for me so pretty... I wonder how long it'll be 'til you're crying for me."
You grit your teeth, sucking in a breath to try and stabilize yourself. "Wukong—"
Your words are left unsaid as a slicked finger worms its way into your hole, killing your voice with a deep gasp. Your walls are soaked, more than forgiving when he quickly thrusts in his pointer and ring finger. He's god-awfully slow, careful as his claws provide a dangerous though delicious scrape against your inner flesh. He takes his time exploring you, rubbing against everything inside you as if he hasn't memorized all the places that make you tick. You whine at him, eyes fluttering shut. Your back arches slightly with a quiet sigh, your body yearning for him to give up the sadistic game of breaking you apart so slowly and just get to the carnal ravaging.
But what's the catch without the chase?
He lowers his head to your neck, purring against your throat as his tongue darts out to lick the hot skin. He trails kisses up and down your jugular, following your carotid artery to your collarbone. Your flesh is already marked and bruised with bites, but the king has no qualms with leaving more until your upper half is an abstract painting of purple and red. He settles his head into the crook of your neck for a second, lapping at a deeper bite settled above your clavicle. His fangs drag against you, slipping into the familar holes and settling in easily. The sensation brings a long, drawn-out moan from your throat, which he responds to with a resounding rumble against your skin, his fingers quirking inside you to teasingly graze against your G-spot. The cry you let out makes him giggle impishly, and your hissed curses do little to make him falter or hurry. Unfortunately for you, Wukong is quite determined; a fine quality to possess unless, like him, you use it for evil. And if your guess is right—that he's achingly hard and working the both of you up just to fuck you dumb as a rock when he finally snaps—, then you don't think you'll be waking up tomorrow to walk or talk.
When at last he releases your neck and lovingly slathers the bite with his tongue, he lowers his head further, nibbling against your chest until he reaches your breasts. His freehand dips into the mattress beside you as he curls over you, his mouth latching on to your nipple with a startling quickness that makes you gasp. The warmth of his tongue is a godsend for the aching hardness, quickly intensified as the fingers buried in your cunt begin to pump greedily, no longer shying away from the spongey walls of that sweet spot inside you. Your voice quickly rises in pitch, loud keens being sung from the burning knot forming deep in your belly. Wukong works steadily, crooking his fingers consistently despite the squeeze of your silky insides and switching between your breasts to give them equal treatment. His fangs catch on the sensitive nubs every now and then, making you squeal; which encourages the sage to spend a few moments lavishing your breasts with pretty welts, his mouth brain-numbingly rough compared to the calculated movements of his fingers.
"Wukong—Wukong, please—" You beg, feeling the tightening sensation in your stomach light the nerves in your legs on fire. Your toes curl, hips bucking back against him—or trying to, but Wukong quickly puts a stop to that by moving his free hand to press your questing hips against the bed. He ignores your desperate whine, changing absolutely nothing about the pace he's going at. If anything, you think he might've dared to slow down, even by an almost unnoticable increment. But with how weak he's made your body, you can feel everything; his pants against your skin, his tongue tasting your sweat, the pads of his fingers pressing tantalizingly slow into your G-spot and the subtle drag of his claws on your restricting walls. It's driving you absolutely fucking crazy, and while you don't know if you wish for mercy or a night of animalistic passion, you do know Wukong is likely going to get his wish; that is, you bawling over his cock.
Wukong detaches from your chest, a lewd string of saliva attaching his lips to your abused breast. He purrs at the sight, his tail lashing in and out of your sight as he sits back on his heels.
"I can't imagine how fun it'd be to edge you," he rumbles. "You look phenomenal, covered in your own drool and sweat... just imagine crying for me, sobbing, begging to cum." He laughs as he curls his fingers inside of your pussy, making your body arch against the hand pinning you down. "Would you beg, peaches? Huh?"
"Y-Yes! Yes!" You choke out, hands flailing helplessly as your approaching orgasm sends your nerves into a complete overload. "Please, please, my king! I-I wanna cum, I want it so bad! My king!"
Wukong answers you with a delighted trill. His tail drifts towards your face, giving you something to hang on to, while his hand finally releases its hold on you, moving to rub your clit in rough circles. Each stroke makes white flash behind your eyes, the knot in your stomach burning hotter than hellfire. You babble at him helplessly, unintelligably imploring him to not stop, never stop, please, please, ple—.
The orgasm makes you shriek, short and genuinely. Your voice tapers off into moaned whimpers, your eyes tearing up as he forces you through your orgasm. Your hands grip his tail tightly (though not too much as to avoid hurting the sensitive limb), legs jerking from every press the devilish sage gives the sensitive parts of your pussy. He relents, finally granting you some reprieve as his fingers pull away from the flushed lips. You're grateful for the pause, having not loosened your grip on your pride enough to burst into tears just yet, though you reckon it definitely won't be long now if he keeps this up.
The king climbs up your body carefully, letting you keep his tail in your hands. He hovers his face near yours, purring comfortingly and letting you relax. You lift your head to catch him in a kiss, which he reciprocates eagerly, gently pushing forward until your head is back on the pillows. He kisses you affectionately, keeping himself soft and slow to not overwhelm you. And you appreciate that, you appreciate it so much. As exciting as it is to push your body to its limits and as down as Wukong is with his endless stamina, it's a lot to ask from either if you—mentally, emotionally, or physically. So Wukong gives this moment you, letting you do whatever you please, however you please. When you break the kiss with a soft sigh, his hand caresses your cheek, thumb rubbing under your eye until you can focus on his face.
"Color?" he asks softly.
You smile, lips quivering as your body is still reeling from the stimulation. "Green."
Wukong gives you a mischevious grin, giving you another quick kiss. "Perfect,", he breathes, and then he's slipping back down your body like a boy let loose in a candy store. He reaches the pinnacle of his search in seconds and, unlike before, spares no time going easy on you. No, instead he pushes his tongue into your still pulsing cunt with vigor, as if you're an oasis and he's been damned to the dunes for weeks. You squeal at this, grasping the sheets in your hands tightly. You slide your legs over his shoulders, bringing the sage closer—which he doesn't mind at all, of course, but as his arms wind around your thighs and settle just below your navel, you suspect this moment may be the one where the waterworks come out.
He laps at your folds, flicking his tongue against your walls and reaching as deep as he can. He swallows down all the sweet slick that makes it into his mouth, sucking hard to make you mewl every few minutes. Your hole just keeps gushing, rewarding him more and more of your juices to feast on. You know if you let him, Wukong could lie here for hours, getting pussy-drunk off you like your cunt is the birthplace of heavenly wine, and be absolutely, perfectly happy. His wet appendange finally removes itself from your throbbing hole, instead liking a stripe up to the hidden bud at the apex of your slit. One of his hands shift slightly, pulling back the clitoral hood and exposing the sensitive bit to the colder air of your room. But before you have a chance to complain or even shiver, his lips mold over it, sucking relentlessly. You cry out, your hips immediately straining to force his face closer to you. And while his damned hands push them back down just as quickly, he does press closer, burying his face in the rosy flesh of your pussy.
The sage eats messily, loudly, though the sound of his lips smacking against your folds are lost in your shrill moans and strained whines. Somewhere along the way, Wukong's own moans begin to join yours. Judging from the way his head bobs forward and back, you guess he's grinding against the blankets, trying to quell his starving erection. The thought makes you feel far hotter, and you grow wetter and wetter until finally you cum again. He chirps against you as if to thank you, cleaning you up as you quiver. Your hips jerk again, this time with the intention of getting away as the stimulation starts to fry your brain. But your lover's merciless, only pulling you closer and forcing his tongue deeper into your abused hole. With this, the dam finally breaks, a broken sob leaving your lips and hot tears following quickly after. Wukong's pleased moans and whimpers reverberate against your sensitive core, constant and unending until you cum again once, twice.
You're full on blubbering, sobbing and trembling when he disconnects from you once more. He crawls up your body again and you can feel the energy buzzing under his skin, the desire driving each ambitious movement. His hands pet your hips as he locks you into a kiss, moving hard against your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it forces itself into your mouth, flooding your already clouded senses with nothing more than him, his scent, his touch, the weight of his body. You choke out a cry into his mouth as you feel your lungs begin to strain, gulping air down as he pulls away. His hands stay on your hips while he pants over you, and you can just barely feel the press of his clothed dick against your belly.
"Color," he rasps out, licking his lips.
It takes you far longer to answer this time, the question bouncing around your head in a slow attempt to process it. When finally you register it, you suck in a deep breath, releasing it as a shaky sigh.
You can go a little longer.
"Green."
"You're sure?" Wukong asks softly, grabbing your chin and tilting it so that you're looking at him (though you're really not focusing all that much). "You know it's okay to be done, peaches."
"I know..." you slur, managing to grab his hand and shift it enough so you can place soft, open-mouthed kisses against his palm. "'m green."
Your lover needs little more convincing, quickly backing away to kick off the pants confining his desperate cock. When he returns between your legs, helping you lock them around his hips, he presses the head between your lips. You sigh softly at the pressure, at the heavenly stretch promised by his throbbing length. He pants as he sits there, sliding it through your wetness and shaking like a leaf based on what you can see. He suddenly reaches into his fluffy mane and forms something you can't quite grasp, a quiet click followed by a hitch in his breath echoing in your ears. After a few long moments, he presses back against you, his dick slipping far easier when he guides it through your folds. He coos at you as he carefully slips it into your warm cunt, the both of you gasping as he easily hilts inside of you. He waits for a minute, head lolled back as your bodies adjust to each other—your walls squeeze him temptingly, fluttering at the graceful stretch. And finally, when your body relaxes, he begins to thrust.
He starts slow, savoring your heat around him and the tiny sounds he manages to punch out of the both of you. However, the king is fucking desperate at this point—making you scream for him is addicting all on its own, but making you cry? It's gone right to his dick. So his tempo speeds up fast, and he quickly reduces you back into a sobbing, writhing mess, screaming for him at every thrust as his balls slap against your ass. His hips piston into you wildly, his hands pulling you in to match his every jerk. You can feel the thick head of his cock reach into you at rapidly changing angles like he's looking for something, and when he grinds against your G-spot again, you feel your eyes cross. Your tears pick up again as the sage focuses on the singular spot, ramming into you with fervor. Your pussy squeezes him with your impending orgasm, and his growl makes you shudder as he keeps his pace steady. Your hands slap against your face as you wail, weak legs tightening around Wukong's waist however much you can will them to, your release making your entire body convulse.
The king follows suit, chirping as his hips rock against yours. Warmth floods your pussy, the feeling so overwhelming it almost makes you cum again. Still, he doesn't relent, forcing himself in and out of you at an addictingly bruising pace. You simply lie there and sob, your voice unable to produce much more than squeaky weeping from behind your hands. He clucks at you a few times before a hand removes itself from your hip and grips you by the nape, forcing you to slump against his chest with your knees straddling him. His tail quickly wraps around your wrists and locks them behind your back while his hands return to your hips to bounce you on his dick. The new angle steals your breath away and you go silent as Wukong fucks into you, your mixed fluids squelching and dripping onto his lap.
"You're doing so well, peaches," Wukong slurs into your ear, giving you a tender—albeit sloppy—kiss on your cheek. "I'm so proud of you—hah... you're so good to me, inside and out."
You sob, tears dripping onto his already damp fur. "W-Wukkk," you whimper out, feeling your next release twist your stomach painfully.
"One more," he cooes softly, rutting against your lower lips, his dick pressing insistently against your aching G-spot. "One more, peaches. Just one..."
You hiss out as your orgasm bubbles closer. Your teeth find purchase on his shoulder, and though they're nowhere near as sharp as his, the pressure of your bite seems to be enough to push the sage over the edge. He slams you into his lap, burying himself in you as his cum fills you up once more. Your pain and pleasure stalls for a second as he halts, but quickly kicks back up when his thumb rubs your clit in sharp circles. You orgasm without so much as an exhale, trembling in his hold as your walls try to contact around him. Your body's efforts spur Wukong into spurting more searing cum deep within you, the king releasing a shrill moan into your ear. When at last you both are done, shaking and holding each other, he slowly lifts you to pull out—
"Nonono—" you babble out, another round of tears hitting you. Even the slightest drag of his head against your battered cunt is too much. "Just—don't move. Not yet."
Wukong immediately freezes, settling you back down as carefully as he can. One arm wraps around your waist while the other pets your hair, and he gives you a tiny, soft kiss as you lay your head on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" He murmurs. "Did I go too far?"
"No..." you mumble back, sluggishly nuzzling the spot you bit him. "Just... need a min...ute."
"Okay," your lover whispers.
Then he begins to purr, gentle and soothing, the vibration against your body calming. You sigh as your eyes close, letting yourself be lulled into a peaceful slumber.
Your last thought before slipping completely unconscious is the aftermath of tonight is really, really going to suck.