Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

Dirty Little Love: Jade and Obsidian

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Dressed as Jade, her green-painted skin glittered a bit under the florescent lights as she walked to the elevator. Obsidian hadn’t met another of the twins at a convention in a long time, and never one that looked as stunning in the outfit as this specimen. Her black tights were see-through, outlining her bottom in such a way that made his cock thicken.

In his own tights, he had to hide it from the rest of the convention. He didn’t want to be banned from future conventions for getting a chubby in his costume. So he followed her to the elevator, slipping inside just before the doors closed, leaving them alone.

Jade smiled at his costume, eyes glittering as she took the whole package in, and her lip crinkled between her teeth when she saw his arousal, only making his cock harden further. Looking away, she blushed and asked, “What floor?”

He couldn’t speak for a moment, adrenaline jumping as he saw her nipples harden under the thin white top of her costume. “I hoped, your floor.”

“I suppose that’s for me then?” She gestured to his hard-on with a flick of her fingers, and he nodded. “Do you have a thing for the twins?”

He nodded again. Perverted, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. She made a stunning version of his character’s twin sister.  Her smile made his cock jerk, and then her hand followed, cupping him through the thick and restricting fabric of his black spanks.

“Me, too. I suppose you can follow me to my room, Brother.”

The doors opened, and she walked out, hips swaying with more exaggeration, thigh high boots helping to frame her phenomenal ass. He followed like a beggar, pressing his throbbing cock against her round bottom as she fumbled with the key card to her room.  Jade arched her back into him, making his hands come down to her hips with a groan.

Her body disappeared from against him as the door opened and she slipped inside. She slipped onto the bed as he closed and locked the door behind them.  Obsidian wanted to pounce on her, tear her costume off and rail her, but he paced himself, standing in front of her, yanking her head back by her green-dyed hair, and shoving his tongue into her mouth.

But Jade wasted no time, yanking down his spanks and wrapping his cock with her hands.

“You’re quick, aren’t you?”

No answer, just her hand stroking him as she moved further onto the bed. He took the invite, grabbing her tights and rolling them down her hips. Fuck, she painted everything underneath green, too.

Jade winked at him, letting him go as she circled her legs with her arms, exposing her green pussy to him. It was everything he thought of when he fantasized about the characters together. Obsidian gripped his cock hard and angled it against her, rubbing his head against her green clit until he elicited soft begging moans for him to fuck her.

His cock, the only part of him not painted, pushed against her entrance, popping through her tight lips and tunneling for the hot wetness at the depths of her. Their moans united in the air between them.

But he wanted more, to be deeper inside of her. Leaning over her, he lifted her hips higher, shoving himself into her with the hard force he imagined a superhero would.  Legs spreading to his elbows, her nails dug into the bare flesh between his gloves and shirt.

“Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you, Jade.”

She arched her back, tightening her around him. “By the Gods, yes, fuck me, Brother. Fuck me like you’re in your shadow form, with your enormous growth.”

It was like a fan-made porn, but he loved it—the way she held onto him as his hips pounded against hers, her grip on him to take as much of him as she could, the curve of her neck as she arched her body under him. He glanced between them, watching his cock disappear into her, the green paint that enveloped everything but her lips. The paint didn’t smear one bit against his hips.

She tightened around him again as her moan echoed off the walls, her cream foaming around his shaft.

“I want you to come on me, Sister.”

Her core fluttered around him, pushing against the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“Do you want me to come inside of you?” He would take it either way; in her green pussy or in her mouth, he didn’t care. He was going to come.

“My mouth. After.” Her moans turned to cries as she came, a hard undulation of her inner muscles, trying harder to push him out, but he kept fucking her until her cries grew silent, her body stiff with pleasure until her muscles gave out and she flopped against the bed, trembling with her orgasms.

Obsidian straddled her, pulling up her white top to fondle her hard nipples. She rewarded him with another sharp, whimpering moan, and came off the bed. Green eyes blinked up at him as she took his cock into her mouth.

The suction of her mouth did him in under a minute, spilling him between her lips with a heady groan and spasming in his back and thighs. Fuck, yes. His core burned with orgasm and relief.

She breathed up at him, mouth open in the weight of her excitement. “You’re not done, are you?”

He’d be daydreaming about this every time he read the comics or put on the costume.

Dirty Little Women–Bette

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Bette pulled the robe more tightly around herself as her flip-flops scraped and hopped against the laminate hallway to one of the dorms’ bathrooms.  Cold prickles of anticipation swam over the hair on her arms and neck. She had a few toys hidden among her routine bathroom soaps and sponges.

The door creaked and the sound of her loose footwear echoed loudly throughout the oblong, titled room.  Bette choose the third stall from the end—far enough from the door to increase the semblance of her privacy.

She hung the towel on the rung before pulling back the curtain and setting her basket on the bench inside the shower.  With curtain closed behind her, she turned the water hot and steamy until a head floated inches above the inwardly slopped floor.  After flinging her robe over the rail, Bette stepped under the spray, arching her body with arms in the air to feel the rivulets of water dance down her skin.

Nipples peaking hard, she gasped for breath as the water fell between her thighs, swaying against her swollen clit and readying her for play.

She reached for her basket, pulling moisturizing soap to lather against her skin, tracing the soft lines of her own breasts, the flat expanse of her stomach, the trimmed curve of her sex.  Fingers delved between her thighs and pressed along her core.  The anticipation bloomed through her this time, but she would wait until she had exactly what she wanted.

After a thorough rinse, Bette dug the other seemingly inconspicuous items from her basket—a strong suction handle, which she attached proficiently to the shower wall above the bench seat, and her favorite rubber dildo with suction cup attachment, which she fastened to the bench seat.

One final adjustment, she reached for the showerhead and turned it so that the stream would continue to fall against her, and she positioned herself above the head of her rubber cock, legs spread, and hands aiding her in her own penetration.  The thick, mushroom head popped into her, making her descent along the shaft smooth and easy.

Not quite as good as a real, warm and throbbing cock, but as her hips undulated over the shaft, her core squeezed its ridges from the pleasure mere penetration.  The pings from the water softly pelted her rolling body as she reached back for the handle.  Her body stretched upward, arms extended to keep hold of her prop, ass scraping against the faux marble bench seat.  She could have brought her slender anal probe and set it up, but she hadn’t.  She would the next time.

Spreading her legs made her fall over the rubber cock with much heavier thrusts, coiling sharp pleasure inside of her and making it spring from her mouth in breathy increments.

The pinging of the water like thousands of little fingers caressing her, winding her up as they tried to soothe her.

A bang made Bette’s body start, sending her closer to the precipice of the orgasm she so desperately needed.  She had no warm cock to play with, and she needed this to clear her mind for midterms.  The steam’s head swirled and dissipated some as the cold rush from the door made its way through the bathroom.

That cold wound around her calves and thighs as Bette dropped herself onto the rubber cock once more, grinding hard against the very ends of her.  She shifted herself with unrelenting need and passion, rebuilding the heat in her shower stall, arching herself toward the water, sharpening the angle of her penetration before the cord in her snapped, and she let out one short, gasping moan.

Her body trembled as she fell back against the faux marble wall; her core still spasmed around the invasion of her dildo before she could bring herself back to her feet.  The cock sat there, covered in her crème, erect and ready for the next round she surely needed.

Dirty Little Goddess: A sneak peak at Tass and Dylan’s story

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Tass twirled around the white marbled floors of the ballroom where the masquerade ball for the local art and music foundation was being held.  Her blue silk dress spun out from her hip to flash a fair amount of leg, like she had practiced many times in front of her full length mirrors.  Her sapphire studded mask hid her face well enough, she was sure that no one would recognize her, should anyone be there that might know her true face.

She spun into a man by the banquet tables, brushing her hands over his chest with a smile and blowing him a kiss before dancing off into another, whom she blew a quick breath in his ear, and to another, whose lips tasted like the champagne.  She groped and teased woman as well without discrimination.  Tass was the goddess of pleasure and needed only flesh and good music to have a good time.

Having danced with near every patron in the place, Tass pranced into a man’s chest that she had not met before.  A chest that stood broad and tight, and higher than her own under a white dress-shirt. A curve of rich pink flashed a smile before her eyes, making her blink in surprise.  There had not been a single man all evening that had been taller than her.  She was six-two without the four inch spiked heels she wore.  The beat of his heart under her hand matched her own, and her body had become a statue modeled of feathers, loosely strung together with string.  Parts of her would soon tear away, and she couldn’t explain why.

His strong arm cinched around her waist, pulling her more firmly against the front of his body, stealing up her hand in his own and beginning to circle with her in an elegant dance.  She’d become a princess at the ball, never a dream of hers, but the heat of his body against hers told her that she was foolish for having never dreamed it.

But she quickly fastened the feathers of her body in more tightly and looked at the man’s face.  He wore a stark black mask, sharp and angled around his face, pierced by strands of blonde hair.  Startling crystal eyes peered down at her through the jagged holes in his mask.  He must be astonishingly beautiful under the mask, or astonishingly ugly.  There could not be an in-between for this man.

Tass allowed him to spin her across the dance floor, weaving a beautiful mosaic with her feet and hands.  He was a were, she was sure.  The masculine smell of him carried the distinct smell of wolf, of moss and musk and pheromones.  She teased him just the same.  Leaning in closer than necessary, brushing her lips against his without giving him the satisfaction of their embrace, even though she wanted to taste him.

His hand slid up her back, his other keeping her hand high so that her breasts were pressed against him.  As the song ended, he dipped her low, causing her leg to curve around his hip instinctively, and nipped the tops of both breasts with his teeth as he straightened her against him.  The wolf held her against his body, his hand on her knees to keep her leg around his arousal, even as she stood.  Her whole body flushed with heat as some clapped for the show he had used her to give them.  Tass looked up into those crystal eyes sternly, and he let her leg drop to the floor slowly.

As the audience turned from her and the wolf, Tass began to slip away as she was accustomed to doing, taking pleasure in only the play, the teasing, never staying to fulfill the promises she made, but he held her hand, preventing her from leaving.  Though she could easily get away, resorting to her powers here, where so many other magicks mingled, wasn’t her first option; she gave him her smile instead.

“Don’t run off on me, Voluptas.” His voice was soft and low and commanding, stopping her heart as her true name dripped from his mouth with such sweet desire.  He smiled at her, and she suddenly wished she had her mother’s power to read minds.  His hand reeled her in again. “Don’t leave until you have let me sip from that sweet mouth of yours at least once.”

Her insides clenched, knees nearly buckling, making her grip his shoulders from inexperience with the way her muscles clenched together, giving no more than an inch between her lips and his.  His smile widened, eyes heated and animalistic.

“Your name?” Her voice was softer than a whisper, although it rang through her head like a cannon.  Tass gulped, struggling for composure, trying to retie the feathers that were shaking loose.

“Dylan, my love.” His breath fell over her neck, making her knees lose the little self-control they had attempted to gain.  She peered around the ballroom.  Far too many gazes followed every inch of her as she reacted to him.

“The coat room.” Tass stepped away, willing her knees to not embarrass her. “Second floor.”

She grabbed the hand of the nearest lad, letting him twirl her around, stroking her fingers across his face and neck, but this boy’s presence didn’t shake her powers, only strengthened her as she moved to kiss a thin woman with a peacock headdress.  As she slid away from the woman, she looked back to the dance floor where Dylan still stood, watching her with his arms folded across his chest.  Dylan looked more like a god than a wolf.  Meeting him in the coat room wasn’t a good idea, but she would.  She was the goddess of pleasure and unwilling to give up such an opportunity.

Tass danced and teased her way to the full curving staircase, glancing again to where she had left Dylan, but the spot was empty, and her legs willed her to move faster.

He can wait for me. I am a goddess.

But she drew herself up the stairs with a sense of speed.

The coat room was mid-way down the long upper hall, which was empty except for two drunken patrons, groping each other playfully.  Her hand trembled at the double door, smelling the wolf and making her breath catch.  She swung the door open and slipped into the dark with unusual expectation.

The door clicked closed behind her, and bulky arms seized her immediately, pulling her against a broad chest and taut stomach.  Her body lifted from the ground and was pressed back against the wall with a pleasure she had only experienced second hand.  The warm brush of his mouth burned against her neck and shoulder, nipping at her flesh.

Yes. This is what she wanted—someone to tease her back, to make her want.

“I didn’t think you’d come.  I thought it was some goddess trick.” Dylan drove his hips against hers, his erection evident.

Tass gasped, tilting her head back, a wet heat gathering between her legs as he rubbed himself against her.

Dylan planted soft kisses up to her chin, grazing his teeth against her jaw.  He touched her with skill, and her legs tightened around him.

The door clicked and swung open, letting light flutter into the oversized closet.

Tass started, fear wiping away the pleasure of having the wolf against her.  She flashed herself home to not be caught, landing hard against her bedroom wall, still suspended in the air by the wolf’s body. How could she have brought him with her?  She’d never had a problem before.

She pushed at him with her palms.  “You can’t be here.”

Dylan paused and met her gaze before glancing around. “Why not?”

Aggravated, she pushed at him again. “Because this is my home.”

The wolf grinned, and her insides blazed again, stealing the breath from her.  He leaned his mouth down to hers, running the tip of his tongue over seam of her lips.  No one had ever dared touch her like this before—commanding and confident that she’d respond.

And she did, opening her mouth to him as her eyes flitted closed, trembling with the rest of her body.

As his warm mouth sipped from hers, he hiked her skirt up over her hips, pressing himself against her again.  Her bare skin responded instantly, swelling and expanding.  Moisture gathered as he pushed again, rubbing the rough fabric against her core and making her moan into his mouth.

Dylan’s tongue swirled around hers in a primal dance.  Tass’s head spun.  She had never experienced such a kiss before, nothing that could compare to the heat raging through her body with the swish of his tongue and the push of his hips.

His panting mouth dropped from hers, skipping down her shoulder and collarbone.  His deft fingers tugging at the straps of her dress so that it seems her dress falls below her breasts by accident, coincidence.

A growl vibrated down her chest bone as his kisses fell down her body.  His large hand cupped her left breast as he shifted his hips to drive against her at a new angle, hefting her knees higher on his waist.  The near painful pleasure arched Tass’s back as a moan filled her room—choked into oblivion as Dylan’s mouth enveloped her right nipple.  He tugged it between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it relentlessly until the pleasure of it had her hands sunk into his hair and her head falling back and forth.

Her core tightened against his thrusts, her nerves so swollen they could burst.  Hiccups of pleasure erupted from her as he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth.

Tass’s whole body clamped down and exploded simultaneously, flashing a bright white behind her lids.  She gasped and her body bucked forward against Dylan’s.

Her vision returned quickly, but the room is dark again, damp and moldy.  She flashed away from the wolf, covering herself as she stood behind him.  He whirled on her, gaze filled with satisfaction and need.

His hand grazed the fabric covering his erection, obviously wet even in the dark, and brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them as he watched her.

Her entire body shuddered, and she flashed away again.

Back in her room, Tass leaned back against the edge of her bed, willing her legs to stop shaking.  She dried the wetness sliding between her legs with a burst of power and gripped her sheet.  Was that…? Was that what all the fuss was about?  Was that what an orgasm was supposed to feel like?

Dirty Little Couples–Shanna and Chastain

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Chastain’s fingers dug into her thighs and spun her up around his hips; he pivoted, walking her to their kitchen and setting her on the counter beside the fridge.  Her fingers clung to the bare muscles of his shoulders, taking in his scent, his animal pheromones.  Everything inside of her shook as his hands popped the button of her jeans.

How could he still make her feel this way?

Shanna’s nails tore down his chest as her jeans peeled down her hips.  Chastain growled for her, that deep rumbling that could only come from a real animal—a bear.  She stole a glance at his eyes.

Deep chestnut flashed at her, possessive and hungry.

And he popped her up before her bare cheeks dropped against the cold counter.  His growl redoubled as he nuzzled Shanna.  Rough scrapes of his new beard prickled along her jaw and throat, his wide mouth easing the sting on her skin. The fabric of her loose shirt lifted with the sweeping of his hands up her body, his jean-clad cock pressing into her.

Imitating his growl, her nails dug into his ass, forcing him to rub against her.

God, his teeth nipped at her flesh, making her convulse under him.

And then Chastain reached behind her, opening the cupboard and pulling the miniature honey-filled bear out in his hand.  The top flipped open with a flick of his thumb.

Shanna swallowed, chest heaving as he drizzled it along the tops of her breasts, sending a cascade of honey over her hardened nipples.

His thumb caught a dollop and smeared it over her lip before popping it into her mouth.  Sweetness melted across her tongue as she sucked on his thumb, licking the pad with the curve of her tongue.

The grumbling growl of his vibrated against her as his chest met hers, spreading the stickiness between them, and his mouth came down onto hers.

Hot pleasure overwhelmed her, and then his hands were at her hips, pulling her forward to the edge of the counter, against his newly bared cock.

Yes. She’d been waiting for this all day; dreaming about him busting into work and pulling her into an empty office, claiming her on the company letterheads. Not bothering to be quiet because she’d never be able to.

The head of his cock slipped between her folds, just barely entering her.  Chastain’s broad fingers wrapped in her red hair, yanking her head back as his mouth found the smear of honey across her flesh, his cock finding the honey at her center, filling her completely and then some.

God, he was so big. The whole of him, bear-sized even in his human form.

Her fingertips trailed the long slope of his spine, over his round ass and hips as he thrust into her, as his mouth dissolved the honey coating her right breast.

Heat ricochet through her body, tightening and twisting her insides.

Moans gushed from her as he pulled her knees up, sharpening the angle of her core around him so that he could penetrate her more deeply. He knew how to play her body with expertise, rubbing that knot of pleasure inside of her until she popped.

Towering over her again, his body flexed and rolled, calling to her like a search light in the haze.  She leaned into him, tongue peeking out tentatively to capture some of the honey still smeared across his chest.  Her mouth skated over his skin, teeth finding his nipple.

His inhuman groan rattled the livewire inside of her.

Chastain always seemed on the brink of transformation, like she drew the animal out of him or barely kept him at bay.

One of these days she’d break him loose, and he’d make her like him.

Her thighs spread wider; trembling in preparation, ready to come at his command.

God, the jerk of his cock meant soon.  She whimpered in submission as he whispered the command into her ear, heavy across her skin, restricting around her until she burst, clamping and grabbing him as he worked through her, ravaging her pleasure.

His final burst inside of her flung her against him, barely able to breathe.

Shanna stroked her back.  The residue between them a promise for more. His fingers reaffirming her thoughts.