Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Lightening and An Angel Choir

Striker's touch was electrifying. From the low moans that vibrated in his chest, I could tell he felt the same way. Our fingers pulled at clothing, stripping away the barriers that separated us. Each article of clothing hit the floor, forgotten in the haze of pleasure. 

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him closer, inviting him inside me. His response was to push his cock against my slick folds, pressing for entrance. I gasped, back arching off the bed as he slowly slid into me. Inch after inch stretched the walls of my body until he was fully sheathed. 

The fullness was a delicious feeling I had not experienced in years. When he began to rock his hips, setting my nerves on fire, I couldn't help but gasp his name, "Striker!"

His name felt like a prayer as it tumbled from my lips. The sound of his name being chanted like a mantra with each thrust drove the imp wild. Striker's thrusts grew faster and harder, hands gripping my waist, tail wrapped around my leg. 

My orgasm slammed into me like lightning, stealing my breath and leaving the world spinning. I could feel my body contracting around him and hear his groan of pleasure. He continued to ride me through one high after another until my legs were shaking and my voice hoarse. 

Only when I thought I couldn't take another moment without passing out, Striker shuttered, finding his own release as the remnants of my last orgasm tightened around him. Through my haze, I could hear him murmur my own name, sounding like an angel choir right here in Hell.