You trip over your own legs as you wiggle out of your torn shorts, underwear partially bunching up and rolling down your upper thigh. Dropping them carelessly onto the ground, you continue the search for the Blight. All you can think about is showing him how much he matters. Showing him how hot and bothered you are for him. He's done so much work for the Entity... It's time he had some compensation paid back.
Yanking your shirt over your head, you continue to blindly wander around, calling his name out all the while. Where's he gone..? Doesn't he know that I'm here for him? Wanting? Needing..? A hand slips in between your legs, slipping in between your wet folds. Oh, Entity... You're so fucking wet... Cutting through a ruined building, you're suddenly knocked off your feet, squealing in surprise. You land on your back with a dull thud , winded. The Blight had tackled you to the ground, much to your growing excitement.
" Haa...~ T-There you are...~ I-I've been wanting you for so long..." You pant, grinding your hips into his. To your glee, he's already very hard, hissing and latching onto the swell of your hips with clawed hands, nearly breaking the skin. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a wet, sloppy kiss. Or, at least, the closest equivalent to a kiss that he could possibly give, given his lack of a lower jaw. He purrs, tongue slipping in between your parted lips. You greedily suck on it, groaning and grinding your hips hard. the Blight pulls away suddenly, only to start shuffling upwards, until he is straddling your torso, the bulge in his pants in the center of your vision. You tremble in excitement as he unbuckles his trousers, his cock finally springing free from its confines.
It's pretty average in both length and girth, even in its overall appearance, but his precum is the same bright orange as the serum that he used throughout the trial. Saliva drips from the corner of your mouth as you rub your thighs together. Oh fuck... I want it inside me already...
You lick a stripe down his length, gathering a tongue full of his oddly coloured precum along the way. It's pretty bitter, and maybe a bit sour? It's... difficult to put into words, but what you do know is that you can't wait for it to be in your pussy. the Blight gurgled, lacing his fingers through your hair, subtly guiding your head up and down his shaft as you lick and kiss along the way. When your hair is suddenly yanked upwards, back towards his tip, you moan, opening your mouth to welcome the face fucking that's sure to happen any moment now. You certainly weren't wrong.
The Blight thrusts into your inviting maw, and in one, twitchy motion, inserted himself balls deep down your throat, your nose buried into the scratchy cloth that covers his navel. Your groan is muffled, partially choked by the cock shoved down your throat. You're already sucking, caressing the underneath of his length with your tongue. He bucks his hips into your face at an irregular pace, every time you gag, your pussy clenches at nothing. You quickly remedy this by shoving three fingers into your soaking core, pumping them in and out of you as quickly as your little hands would allow.
It was becoming more and more difficult to breathe with each wild thrust of his hips. You choked and spluttered on precum and saliva, some even shot out of your nose. It was difficult to keep pace with him. At this point, the Blight was using your face as his personal cock sleeve. Fucking your mouth as fast or as hard as he liked, with no concern as to whether or not you can breathe... Sometimes being balls deep, pounding as hard and as fast as your throat would allow, other times, nearly pulling all the way out only to snap his hips forward, burying himself back to the hilt inside your mouth. You furiously finger fucked yourself throughout all this, becoming more and more desperate for his cock in your pussy by the second.
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The Monsters' Favorite
FanfictionOne trial. All it took was one trial to change your relationship between not only the survivors, but the killers as well. The trust between you and your fellow survivors is forever broken, and the killers now pursue you for other reasons besides ple...
