Lemon Jember Oneshot

The woman in this oneshot, AmberKorpse, is Pagan. There are no SnK or PJ references in this. Any comments claiming otherwise will be deleted and their commenters shall be muted promptly. Now, please enjoy a lemon that I wrote about my friend shagging a fictional character!

Her eyes glaze over as my lips descend her exposed collar. Working my way down her alabaster flesh, I trail my fingers down her shivering form as she withholds a sweet moan. Hungry for her pleasure as well as my own, I nip at her chest and am rewarded for my efforts with a delicate mew. Her back arches against the faded leather of the prehistoric sofa, pushing our bodies flush together. I stare at her with my forever unclosing eyes as I sink down to her lap. As my knees hit the hard wood of the sturdy floor, I push up her blouse and cue her to remove it. Once she's followed my unspoken order, I trace her torso with my scarred hands. She feels so soft and warm; so young, so young. She's twenty and ripe for the picking. Smirking to myself, I revel in the fact that I am this flower's gardener. I shall pluck her today and plant my seed in her place.

"Jeff," she tips back her head as her hips gyrate.

"Beg and I might consider," I undo her jeans with my teeth.

"Gods on Olympus, please Jeff!"

"Well... Since you asked so nicely," I rub at her intimate area.

"Stop teasing me, Jeff!" Ambrosía pleads.

Using my free hand, I disrobe my slacks and pull her down on the couch midway. Smirking down at her, I pop a finger inside and thrust around. As she writhes and contorts, hands clawing at everything within reach as delicate mews and cries fill the heated space, I gloss her pants down her scrawny legs. She kicks them off once they reach her ankle, a dewy look in her watering blue eyes. Licking my lips, I withdrew my finger and remove her black lace panties and massage the lips of her exposed private. Her head tilts back once again as I blow on it, smirking as my tongue flicks out and runs against the swollen pink bud.

Arching her back more steeply, her hands take to my hair. Tearing it out by the roots as her body pushes itself against my lapping tongue, Ambrosía's hands claw and maim with a force that could frighten the boogeyman. As she squeals, I reach a hand up to caress her breast and frown as I remember that her green and black lace bra is still separating me from what is rightfully mine. Angrily, I tear my lips away from her quivering pelvis and bite off the fabric obstacle. This time her squeak is one of surprise and not one of passion, but that that alters in a moment when I plug my lips to a different pink bud. My fingers attack the other one as her hands squeeze my hips, pulling my thighs closer to hers.

"J-JEFF! Please," she moans and gyrates against me.

"When I'm ready," I chuckle, grinding against her damp lower body.

"Please!" her eyes roll back into her skull.

Her legs find my hips and she pulls me closer using her calves. Without waiting for my reply, her fingers and feet discard my knife boxers. Unable to reframe myself any longer, I position my hardness.

As I glide smoothly into her moist cavern, her head hangs back as a breathless moan forces its way between her clenched teeth. Angling my hips to perfection, I move back and observe the woman below me as I thrust inside her fully. As expected, her back arches one more and her brilliant pink buds appear to be stone solid as they rise to form subtle peaks atop the pale snowy mountains of her well endowed bosom.

"Don't stop," she bites her lip and tightens her grasp on my bare waist.

Eager to please and eager to be pleased, I comply. Spearing her deeply and hearing her pleasured wails hardens me inside her, giving me drive to increase the force of my already powerful thrusts. Her body shivers as I make it my toy, her hands squeezing my defined arse as she struggles not to release herself quite yet. My name becomes a chant, a spell even, as she quakes below me. It's as if my mind and body and are autopilot, my mouth reattaching itself to one of her bouncing mounds. Her thighs tighten their grasp on my own as she raises her hands to cup my cheeks, pushing herself further into my hungry and greedy mouth.

"Oh my titans, harder!"

Listening to her shrill and feminine gasps of need, I force all my strength into my hips and lift her body with the power of my need. Thrusting harder and faster, I kiss her bud and lavish it with my tongue as my teeth nip at the flesh surrounding the pink tip.

Tugging off my shirt before I lean further closer to the steamy woman below me, her dewy eyes gazing at me with raw need and sweet abandon. The feel of her hardened peaks brushing against my pale flesh elects a new surge of desire in my heated system, grasping her waist harshly and pummelling her. Amber's hands explore my nude form as my hands glue themselves to her precious hips. Her cries burn like fire in my veins as I hit that certain spot inside her that causes the most pleasure, the steep arch of her back lifting both of us from the leather.

"More, more!" Ambrosía demands.

My own voice erupts in a foreign manner, a strange growl between human and animal. A moan flees from my scarred smile, my unclosing eyes rolling back as I empty myself into her depths. Screaming out various swears and my name, she shatters around me a moment later. Unable to support my own body, I collapse against her panting flesh and welcome the sleep tugging at my body.

Cover by: OdetteSwanson