An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A dream or a bad omen?

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... ]

Warning: (Adult section incoming)

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''Ah, ah! Yes...r-right there...right there. That..that is the spot Gettan..!''

Said a young and gentle voice of a girl between high pitched moans and short timed huffs of a body that was entrapped in a never ending chain of bliss and heat coursing through her body. Sweat sliding down and glistening the exposed skin that neither her clothes and sheets of the bed could conceal any longer under this battle of dominance between the two.

Not that it was helped in any way with the crude, brutish, almost animalistic like method she was undertaking to press herself up and down onto the man underneath the white haired and six tailed Fox Theriantrope.

A young man, that just like her, bore his Theriontrope heritage in the form of his long and twitching wolf like ears at the top of his head or the fluffy tail that was now almost obscured under the shadows of the room and the movements of their bodies.

His glossy jet-black hair cascading over his back and shoulders, slimy and wet by the sweat that continued to pour out from each pore of his body, just like the slender woman on top his lap, picturing his toned physique with great detail.

His hands were holding his female mate, one by her hips while the other kneaded and groped her ass. Rough and calloused fingers surprisingly sinking into the surplus of soft pale flesh that by now was reddened and marked by a few hand-prints here and there...

But right now it was not the ever increasing paradoxical demands of their bodies to stop and continue on or some wayward prudish sense of embarrassment at the show they were surely putting on to any onlooker lucky to be close enough that mattered to them.

No, it was not something so simple or mundane.

Neither of them had stopped, even for a second to look away from the eyes of the other....almost as if to do so would make the other disappear in a puff of smoke.

Icy blue stared into shrouded black, the glimmer of their pupils under the sex frenzy exchanging between them more words than their lips could hope to accomplish in a lifetime.

Yukimes nails scratched his back, digging in a little bit into the tanned skin of his body almost as if she was trying to hold onto him for dear life instead of slamming him into the ground.

Gettan bit his lips trying to hold on the groans of pleasure and the building wave growing below his waist as he felt his tip rubbing against that sweet spot. Something that was not aided by the way her waist rolled and her hips shook, lightly bouncing at a steady rhythm in shallow, quick thrusts.

Walls throbbing and clenching at the hot blazing rod sliding between her welcoming slit, the sweat and wetness that pervaded her body only making the effort all the more easier for him.

Half of Gettans breath gushed out through his lips in a sudden gasp when she slammed once again into him to the very base with one of those killer moves of hers, his back arching at the influx of sensations burning his mind, but not as much as the ones laying waste to Yukime who was unlike him, could barely hold onto the mind melting wave coursing through her nerves. Leaving her to shriek in bliss at the thought of being filled with creamy spunk one after another that were blasted into her depths like a javelin would soar through the air in search of its target...

His heart throbbed painfully in his chest by the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping inside his veins, but it was said pain that allowed him to contort and lung upwards. Silencing his beloved by grabbing her by that soft and slim neck and pulling her towards him with a forceful pull, kissing her on the lips and briefly invading her mouth with his.