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Cinder cut through the party like a knife through butter, like a shark through fish-infested waters. Every step she made was laden with threat, with authority, and with a smug radiation of pride. It had others falling back, giving her space like some alpha-predator. Those were the kinds of things that Cinder radiated in. Power, strength, and the respect of others, unwillingly given up onto her.

And yet, that did not stop their stares from coming her way. That, too, was expected. It was a rational function of form. Even at the worst of times, Cinder was a beautiful girl, a stunning example of femininity. Her face was angular and sculpted, firm lines and a rolling set of cheekbones that blended together nicely. Her skin was creamy in colour, a healthy, enticing shade of white.

Her eyes were a startling shade of amber, all bright and piercing, stark against the dark eyeshadow around them. Her makeup was manicured, perfect in every respect, with dark shades to cover the dips of her eyes and red lipstick to highlight her plump, perfect mouth. Her hair was darker still, a midnight shade that curled and swept along one half of her head to dance in an elegant sweep across fine shoulders.

She was beautiful, and she knew it. Everyone there knew it. Accentuated by her dress, she was a knockout: a red, slink thing that caressed - no, hugged - her curves to highlight a body that was miles beyond most of the simple girls at Beacon. At over five-eleven in her heels, with a set of hips designed to catch eyes and a chest that made boys salivate, she was simply gorgeous.

Every step made her hips swing. Every flick highlighted the curves of her waist. Her breasts, supported as they were by a proper push-up, bobbed ever-so-slightly, offering the most tantalizing, mouthwatering glimpses of cleavage that most of them were sure to have seen in a while. Her outfit was not meant to evoke some sort of noble superiority, but to show off a woman in a world of teenage girls - to attract, and to intimidate.

That was how Cinder liked it. Hot as sin, but unapproachably superior. It meant that people would be staring, but they wouldn’t be enticed to bother her. It gave her security in her aloneness, but meant that people would still notice her. It was an alibi, of a sorts, combined with a cloak of public isolation.

This place is a lot busier than expected, however…  Cinder thought as she scanned her eyes left and right. The Beacon Ball was far, far more bustling than she had planned. That, in a way, was good; her plan to actually take down Beacon hinged on everyone being away from the target locations. And yet, so many people around meant that it was a lot harder to slip away after the fact. A minor aggravation, to be sure.

It made her skin crawl, honestly. So many loving, laughing students, having fun with one another, or otherwise plying their hands at the whole flirting and pick-up scene - it was bothersome. Not because Cinder wasn’t interested, per se, but because the students of Beacon were truly slim pickings, bottom-of-the-barrel partners. She would be impressed if she could even find someone to make her moan, let alone satisfy her.

Thankfully, she wasn’t here for that. It made it easy to strut through the party and reject every idiot and fool that tried to step up to her, as if they had a chance. Some asked for a dance. Some asked to get a drink. A few simply tried to engage her in conversation. She offered smiles to each and soft, but firm, declines; she gave nothing away, nothing that could ever mark her out as a villain, but never agreed.

Idiots, she thought scornfully. Students. Living it up as if nothing matters. She almost wanted to sneer, but that would ruin her pretty composure. Pathetic. 

She swung her body around. As she did so, a boy - tall, broad of shouldered, and apparently stout - stepped into her personal space. She did not recognize him, which was just as it should be: she didn’t care. He might have had a good jawline, some good shoulders, but she just didn’t care about the idiots and the fools of the school. She was a woman with a plan, and she doubted any of the children around her could ever do anything to change her mind.

Much less satisfy her.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, which only made Cinder sneer internally. “How about a dance?”

“No, thank you,’ she said dismissively. “I’m here with someone.”

He tried to stop her from leaving by positioning his body just right. “I’m sure I could show -”

“You can’t, and you won’t,” Cinder dismissed, and stepped right around him. She left the boy behind and continued to step through the room, cutting into the crowd like a spear. She wouldn’t suffer fools; she had no reason to linger or dilly-dally. She wasn’t there at the actual party, after all. 

This truly is an aggravation, she mused.

Suddenly, a flash of red caught her eyes, and, for a moment - and only a moment - her heart rate spiked. The colour red, though her favourite, had become a signifier of problems as of late. And, namely, a single person, causing a single set of problems that irked her to no end. A glance affirmed it: it was Ruby Rose, flitting around in a sort of reddish dress. It looked like her normal corsette-and-skirt combo, but covered over with mesh fabric.

It wasn’t particularly impressive, just like the girl herself. She was short, she was almost tiny, and she was almost childish. She was as old as any of the late teens there, but younger than Cinder’s more secretive twenties. Ruby was, as always, a bright spot of energy, bouncing around on her heels as she laughed and giggled with two other girls. She looked far too excited to be there right now, and that bothered Cinder to no reasonable end.

Ruby Rose was a fucking annoyance. The only people who knew about her were Cinder’s team and Torchiwick’s elite cadre, but it was not a veiled secret that she was the hitch in their plans. Ruby had caused them no end of grief, ruining things whenever they popped up, always there to be an annoying little thorn. Cinder wanted to put the little bitch of a girl in her place, but she had to keep up the act at all times - that of just a normal, honest exchange student.

Aggravating. 

Cinder kept her head down and stoically did not look in Ruby’s direction. After all, the last thing she needed was to be side-tracked by - 

“Heyyyy!” Gasped a giggling, bright voice. “Cinder! Hiii!”

Cinder flinched. Shit. 

And that brought her to the second issue with Ruby: she seemed to have a crush on Cinder. An aggravating, annoying, truly unfortunate turn of events. Cinder couldn’t wait, really, to wipe the stupid, bubbly smile off the girl’s face.

She turned on her heel and found Ruby Rose staring right at her. Ruby, who was half a head - if not more - shorter than her. It was almost insulting to be face to face with that, which was only, in turn, made entirely worse because of the stupid, wide-eyed expression on her face. As always, it annoyed the ever-living-hell out of Cinder. It was too bubbly, too honest, and with way too much energy.

“Rose,” Cinder said flatly, trying to keep any and all emotions and inflection out of her voice. “How… quaint… to see you here.”

“Yeah! For real!” Ruby gushed with far too much excitement. She reached out to clasp Cinder’s hands, making her flinch back. She twitched her nose with distaste, but otherwise remained neutral. “I’m so happy to see you here!”

Cinder’s mouth twitched. “I didn’t actually have much of a choice. School ball, you know.”

She really didn’t like the way that Ruby Rose stared at her. The earnest light in her eyes, the bubbly expression on her face, the dumb energy she put on as she bounced on her heels, was aggravating as hell. She could see the raw appreciation on her face, and it annoyed Cinder to no end. It was perpetually amusing that someone like Ruby thought she could get with someone like her.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while!” Ruby gushed. “Where’ve you been?”

“At school,” Cinder said clinically. “You know. The place we’re at. Right now.”

Ruby laughed as if Cinder had just said a funny joke. Cinder worked her jaw as the other girl raked her eyes over in her in a happy, appraising way, trailing over the swells of her breasts and the curves of her hips, before flicking back up again. Everything about her seemed so excited, so eager, and it was just… annoying.

“You look so pretty!” Ruby gushed a second later, still holding - and now squeezing - Cinder’s hands. “I mean, you’re always super pretty, but this dress - you’re gorgeous!”

Cinder let out a terse little sigh, but went for a cool, calculating smile. “Oh, thank you, Rose. That’s… nice. You… don’t look so bad, yourself.”

“Just call me Ruby!” The redhead gushed. “All my friends do.”

We’re not, she thought, but kept her smile on. “I shall keep that in mind.”

The music around them, ambient and soft, kicked up a notch - going into a beat that saw some of the other students cheer. It was a preppy, bouncing hiphop song, and not one that Cinder really thought about. Ruby, however, brightened up, and her already brilliant smile turned somehow even more blinding.

“Oh, hey, I love this song!” Ruby said cheerfully. “Wanna grab a dance with me, Cinder?”

Cinder smiled very, very patiently. “I’m going to have to decline, Rose.”

Ruby pouted and puffed out her cheek in a childlike way. It annoyed Cinder; the girl thought she could get with her, but acted like a kid. She wasn’t impressive in the least. “Oh, alright. But thanks for talking with me! Maybe we’ll get a drink together or something later, yeah?”

“Sure,” Cinder said impassively, and started to pull away. “Maybe.”

She had no intention of it, and she slipped herself back easily. She saw the way that Ruby pouted, but she knew the girl was too vapid and bubbly to care for long. She stepped right away, moving straight on her path toward the punch table - Ruby left behind like the little annoying puppy-dog she was.

“See you later, Cinder!” Ruby cooed, her hand waving enthusiastically. 

Cinder ignored her and stalked off. She moved right through the party, cutting past any more obstacles and annoyances, and headed straight for the punch table. There were plenty more drinks there, and the red plastic cups implied some alcoholics, but Cinder would not partake; she did not care quite yet. She had a goal, and soon, she came upon it.

‘Talking’ at the punch table were the other two members of her ‘team’, and they’d made their rendezvous-point faster than Cinder had. That was good; they were being responsible. There was Mercury, his hair the same silver shade as always, dressed in a neat, black suit. To his left was Emerald, her skin a dark shade of cinnamon wrapped in a smooth, green dress.

Emerald brightened up considerably at her approach, and stood up all the straighter for it. She seemed delighted, but Cinder mostly ignored it. She strutted forward, moved to the table, and guise her movements with a few sweeping gestures - pouring out three cups of punch, and handing it to each member in turn.

“Hey, Cinder,” Emerald breathed.

“‘Sup,” Mercury said impassively.

“You look good,” Emerald continued, though they’d all come in together rather pointlessly. 

“How goes the mission?” Cinder asked evenly, otherwise ignoring their greetings. 

The other two looked at one another, then back again. They took their cups from her evenly, and tried to appear as straight-laced as her. Cinder could see it on their faces, but she otherwise ignored.

“It hasn’t,” said Mercury. “Yet.”

“Yeah, it’s hard to make a distraction so early on,” said Emerald. “No one’s drunk enough… or distracted enough… for me to do anything.”

Cinder sighed. “I see. Estimation?”

More looks were exchanged. 

“We should let the party last for a bit?” Mercury shrugged. “Not much to say, we’re all packed in here like sardines and there’s a patrol in the halls.”

Cinder looked between them. The plan was simple: she needed to get to the control towers of Beacon and insert her program into the main system. Only she needed to go: Mercury and Emerald were there to provide support and cause distractions so she could slip away. But, as they’d noted, it was too packed to even slip away yet, and that was a frustration.

“We need a diversion,” Cinder declared. “Any ideas?”

Mercury sniffed and shrugged. “We should just mingle. Dance and stuff. The best cover is pretending to be one of these students, which means… chilling.”

“Yeah,” Emerald agreed softly. “Dancing is the best distraction. Just ease into the crowd, then slip away when we get the chance.”

Mercury nodded. “Even easier if we can pull someone away, you know? Find an empty classroom…”

Emerald glowered at him. Red eyes narrowed and lips sneered scornfully. “You just want to get laid, you little shit.”

Mercury rubbed the back of his head and grinned, all teeth. “Oh, why would you say that?”

Cinder shook her head in the face of their silly, useless bickering. “You’re both right: the best distraction is acting natural. So…”

 She looked between them both. They looked back, soft and expectant. 

Cinder chewed on her teeth with her tongue and considered the moment. “Alright. I’ll dance with Emerald, and use it as a distraction. Mercury, you -”

“Uhm, as much as I’d like to,” Emerald said cautiously, “It’s kind of hard for me to start ‘pulling the wool’ over their eyes if I do that.”

“Right.” Cinder frowned and pressed her hand against her chin. “Your task is more important; go and mingle.”

She turned to Mercury, who was toying with the lip of his cup. He, however, immediately shook his head dismissively. “We’re going off in different directions, Cinder. We could break away and shit, but that just makes it longer for us.”

Cinder rolled her eyes; it was a flimsy excuse, but she understood. “Fine. I’ll find someone else to cover for me.”

That was all it was: cover. Someone to guise her real intentions for being there, someone to provide unintentional cover, an alibi, and an excuse. If she was dancing with someone, after all, she couldn’t have been sneaking around; and if she was sneaking away from the party, why, it was only because they were going to make out in some corner somewhere, right? Perfect, easy alibis.

Cinder checked her Scroll. She had thirty-one minutes exactly until the plan needed to be executed. It was a long time for a cover, but it wouldn’t be too hard to talk someone into it. She just needed someone easy: someone she could easily seduce into spending their time with her, someone she could effortlessly untangle from the party, and someone that was too dumb, innocent, and doe-eyed to argue or insist or suspect her of anything.

But in this den of fools, where will I find someone like that? Cinder thought, her eyes rolling around the party, her punch cup poised against her lips -

She once again caught sight of Ruby Rose. She was talking and laughing with another girl, probably heavily flirting with her, judging by the angle of her body. She was very touchy-feely, her fingers rolling along a forearm, clearly edging in for more. Ruby Rose, a total dolt, an innocent idiot, who could be led around by the nose; the Huntress-in-training that had a total girl crush on Cinder, making her easily manipulable.

Perfect, Cinder thought. The fact that she had just been a bitch to her didn’t matter; Cinder plastered her best, most seductive smile on her lips, and reached out for a second glass of punch. One in each hand, and now set on her task, she zeroed in and immediately sauntered forth without a second thought. 

She slipped around, all swinging hips and clicking heels, like a femme fatale. She moved in around Ruby, who had yet to notice her at all. She sank and slipped into place, getting in behind her, edging in on the game Ruby was trying to lay out on the teen in front of her. A mere glance from Cinder’s eyes at the party-hoe made her shiver; she recognized an alpha female when she saw one.

Cinder leaned into Ruby from behind, gently sliding - though not quite touching - her breasts against small, pale shoulders. Her arm wrapped around to offer Ruby a drink, holding the red plastic cup right in front of her. At the same time, her head dipped down until her lips were poised right by her ear: so close as to be utterly inappropriate and thus, all the more appropriate for it.  

“You said you wanted to get a drink with me?” Cinder purred into her ear. At the same time, she glared daggers at the girl Ruby was flirting with, prompt her to step back. 

“Cinder?” Ruby squeaked, but sounded more awed than she was surprised. “Oh, hi? Is this punch? Thank-you so much!”

Ruby took the cup while the girl she had been talking to shivered in fear. She stepped back, a nervous smile on her face. “I’ll talk to you later, Ruby.”

“Hm? Huh? What’s wro -” Ruby started, but the girl was always moving backward, slipping away into the crowd. “Oh. Why did she leave? Did I do something wrong?”

Cinder wanted to roll her eyes, but instead purred out a breath and trailed her long fingers along Ruby’s forearm. “Oh, don’t worry about her. I’m here now.”

Ruby twisted on her heel to get a look at her. It was a clumsy motion that made her punch slosh, then settle awkwardly. She must not have realized just how close she was to Cinder, because a second later she found herself face first with a low-cut dress and an amazing rack of cleavage. Her eyes gravitated downward to stare, but for once, Cinder didn’t care. Now, that was the entire point: to entice. 

“Like what you see?” Cinder hummed, and did not mind the words. Cinder had done, and committed, so much across her life that flirting with an idiot mattered for nothing at all. 

“Yup!” Ruby said. She looked up, gently craning her neck to make eye contact, and beamed. “You’re so gorgeous, Cinder, and your dress is like, amazing. Honest!”

Ruby’s utterly straightforward honesty made Cinder’s lips twitch. She couldn’t imagine spending time, or a life, with someone that earnest: would it be constant compliments?

“What a charming thing to say,” Cinder hummed, now leaning into it. “Especially from someone so… handsome.”

Cinder wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say, but given how Ruby grinned, it seemed to work out. Good. She's really that easy.

“You’re way too nice, Cinder,” Ruby quipped, still grinning like an idiot. “But, uhm, what brings you back here? I thought you were, like, busy, or something.”

“Oh, I decided I really wanted to hang out with someone charming and handsome,” Cinder effortlessly lied. For good measure, she sent her fingers sliding along Ruby’s arm. “And then I remembered you.”

Ruby beamed even more, like a silly, love-struck idiot. “Then I’m your girl, Cinder!”

“Wonderful. Just… wonderful.” Cinder busied herself by taking a sip of punch. It wasn’t bad, and only modestly alcoholic, so that was all fine by her. 

“I am really happy to see you here, though,” Ruby then said, her voice quick and quippy. “I feel like I barely see you around, so this is really nice!”

“A great time for us to get to know each other,” Cinder hummed passively, deflecting any suspicion and easily flirting with the girl. “Something we’ve been sorely lacking, I think.”

“For sure,” Ruby agreed. She was all smiles and bounces, as if she contained way too much energy. “I really think we’d get on super well, actually!”

I don’t, Cinder thought, but her lies came effortlessly to her lips. “I’m sure we would.”

“And I totally want to get to know you better,” Ruby told her, just as honest as always. “I was seriously hoping I’d see you here, at the party. It’s like, the best time for that sort of thing, isn’t it?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Cinder purred. She stood close to Ruby, letting her perfumed scent wash over the girl. She was sure she had her hooked; reeling her in was as easy as breathing. Ruby would make the most perfect distraction. She was so crush-struck she would vouch for Cinder, expecting nothing; she could be easily enticed into doing her will, if only slightly. Easy.

Even those words made Ruby happy as all hell, her look that of honest, puppy-dog excitement. Cinder still couldn’t stand her, and she would have much rather have someone stronger, or more adept, or more powerful, but that was fine. She would take the easiest route over the satisfying one, because she had no expectations of satisfaction with anyone. She wasn’t there for a good time, just as a cover.

“Now, Ruby Rose,” Cinder husked, and sent her hand sliding against the underside of Ruby’s chin - drawing on her, lifting her, letting their eyes lock with smouldering appreciation. “You offered me a dance, didn’t you…?”

Ruby practically bounced with excitement. “O-of course! Yeah! Totes! Let's - just follow my lead, mmmk?”

And Cinder was entirely happy to do just that. The distraction, the cover, all of it blended together; she needed someone to play it off, to distract, to make it seem like Cinder was just another girl in the crowd. Ruby did that marvelously. It was, in a way, a tiny bit surprising, really: she expected Ruby to be a bit more nervous, a bit more like some awkward first-timer. She was not. She was actually fairly straightforward, even in her interactions with Cinder.

At least, the way she danced with her spoke of a certain intimacy that was a bit out of place, and the way that she saddled up into her and pressed hands against her hips, or moved against the small of her back, spoke of boldness. Though they both danced with those silly red plastic cups in their hands, they remained touchy-feely throughout. For Cinder, it was a way to slide, to rub, and to tease.

Ruby, though, was bold. The way she cupped, squeezed, and palmed was suggestive; the angle of her hands was not innocent. The way she clutched Cinder’s hips, or rubbed over the small of her back, was clearly meant to entice and attract. Her touches had a certain amount of firmness to them that were gratifying. It wasn’t tentative, like someone that was awkward, and not rough, like someone who was pushy. It was a good, experienced mix, and Cinder could not lie and say she did not enjoy it.

As the songs changed, as they drank more, and, as they got more familiar with one another, bodies began to sway in more intimate fashions. At least, for Cinder, she was happy to throw aside their cups and all but wrap her arms around Ruby’s waist for a dance; and when Ruby planted her hands suspiciously low across her ass, she did not comment, but rather purred, leaned in, angled forward, and all but shoved her chest into the smaller girl’s face.

When the beat picked up again, Cinder laid on the moves even more. They danced similar to the couples around them, but with an added, sexual twist - Cinder didn’t play games, after all. She didn’t just dance suggestively, like some girl at the club. She went for broke, and properly pushed back, ready and willing to grind down on Ruby Rose.

“Oh, wow,” Ruby said, her voice filled with soft, eager excitement. “You’re really, really good at dancing, Cinder.”

“I know, Rose,” Cinder purred. “And you’re not so bad yourself…”

She shoved herself backward, making sure her ass made full and lurid contact with Ruby’s pelvis. She ground back against her, rubbing, sliding, and arching, very much getting into the buck and thrust routine of dirty-dancing. Her spine was up against Ruby’s torso, shoulders pressed against her chest, and her movements twitched and angled forward and backward.

Oh? Cinder thought as she ground down on her. She pushed back, her ass moulding to the shape of a pelvis, and she felt that hardness behind Ruby’s skirts. She hadn’t quite expected Ruby Rose to be packing heat, but that was an honest delight. It made her job twice as easy, because satisfying dudes was like second nature to her. Good, good. I have this all in the bag.

Ruby sighed in the face of her grinding, but she did not at all shy away. Far from it, in fact. She leaned in, arching her waist, grinding back. Her hands were low on Cinder’s hips, alternating between massaging touches to her waist or rubbing caresses to her stomach. She was entirely suggestive, getting straight into it as if experienced, and that almost - almost - made Cinder take pause. 

She’s done this before, Cinder realized - but it didn't matter, not to her. Whatever. She’s never met someone like me before, that’s for sure. She’s going to bite off more than she can chew.

“I like what I feel, Rose,” Cinder drawled, her voice low enough to prickle the senses. 

“So do I,” Ruby said in an equally thick voice. She truly was not shying away from what Cinder offered; she was being surprisingly bold, in fact. Cinder almost liked that. “I really do.”

Ruby leaned in even more, almost nuzzling into the back of her neck. Cinder almost wanted it to make her skin crawl. She wanted to inherently dislike it, but it wasn’t quite like that. Ruby was not a creep so much as a girl that was totally into her, and the situation they were in; her touches weren’t perverted, but firm, and with confidence. Above all, Cinder liked those two things. 

But she was not there to be pleased. Ruby Rose could not please her. No, she was there for a plan, and that plan was to find cover and slip away.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, honestly,” Ruby drawled out against her ear. Her voice, however, remained as quippy and excited as always, almost too bubbly to be entirely suave.

Cinder was used to hearing that. “Oh, aren’t you so…. Sweet. You know how to make a girl feel good, hm?”

“I do!” Ruby laughed - and that made Cinder pause. “I really wanna make you feel good, Cinder. I think we’d be great with each other.”

Cinder could use that, and she hopped right onto it. “Oh, it takes more than just words for that…”

“We could do more,” Ruby suggested. “We don’t have to just dance.”

Time to execute it, Cinder thought smugly. “How suggestive, Rose.”

“You and me… we could go somewhere more private, if you like,” Ruby hummed, her voice so eager that it seemed to spill from her lips. “Just me and you?”

Hook, line, and sinker, Cinder thought. Now, she had an out of the party. She had an alibi. Dancing with Ruby. Going somewhere private with Ruby. Who would suspect two teens - not that she was, but it didn't matter - going out to do dirty deeds in the dark? 

“Oh, I very much like the sound of that,” Cinder positively drawled.

“Really?” Ruby said excitedly. “You know, I -”

“-I know the perfect spot, too,” Cinder interrupted. She spun around, grabbed Ruby by the wrist, and pulled. “Just follow me, Ruby Rose. You don’t have to do anything else.”

“I’ve wanted to hear that forever,” Ruby laughed right at her. “It’s so sexy. You’re just so - so sexy, Cinder.”

“I know,” was her smug reply. Her eyes shone, but not with any sort of excitement; with pure, smug confidence in a plan well executed. “Now, let’s get out of this party, yes? Somewhere quiet….”

Emerald and Mercury better keep up their ends, too, Cinder thought as she pulled Ruby away. Otherwise, I’ll be very cross if I’m the only one to actually finish our objectives tonight.

But that was for later. For now, she had a girl to get rid of.

Though Cinder hadn’t planned on this exact course of actions, she had made plans. Thus, she knew the best route to her target location, and she knew of all the empty, unused dorm rooms along the way - and that was where she led Ruby, pushing her right through a door that should have been locked yet conveniently unlocked. 

Ruby had to ruin it by laughing and humming. “Uhm! Who’s room is this, Cinderrr!”

Cinder truly did not want to do something as menial as answering questions. No, she wanted to get it over and done with, to get Ruby gone. Her plan was very, very simple, something she had done at least a dozen times before: get her off. It was no secret that dudes tended to get very tired after getting off, and with Ruby packing heat, she suspected it would be the same thing. 

She wouldn’t have to fool around and kiss before ‘fixing her makeup’ and dipping. No, she could just blow her cock, get the girl off at least once, make her tired and happy with orgasmic bliss, and then dip out while Ruby passed out on some stranger’s bed. Cinder had done it so many times it was like breathing for her. Only Emerald had ever done more.

So, she pulled on the back of her head and shoved their lips together. Though Ruby was the last girl she would ever want to kiss, it helped seal the deal. Cinder could keep her personal tastes away from any business, which was exactly what she considered the current moment to be. Simply, easy, effortlessly, she pushed their mouths together, and she locked lips with the redhead all at once.

And, like every other guy Cinder had done this to, Ruby melted down. She was submissive from a simple kiss, and that made her happy. The dark-haired girl kicked the door closed behind her as she pressed her lips down hard, grinding them right into place. They smooshed, red against pink, sliding and locking into place easily. 

She closed the door behind her, then locked it just to be sure. She kicked off her heels in tandem, stepping out of them with an easy press. At the same time she pressed her lips nice and tight against Ruby’s, keeping her locked up into a hot, easy kiss. She had control; the girl was surely stunned by the entire affair, and she would be easy to control. Cinder has this in the palm of her hands.

She continued to think that even when Ruby pushed up, kissing right back against her. Her hands found her hips instantly, digging into her red dress and pinching hard. One caressed her hips while the other boldly planted itself right down against her ass, making Cinder’s brows shoot up into her hairline. When Ruby squeezed her ass, digging down into the curve of it, Cinder simply squeaked.

Ruby was a lot firmer than she initially expected. The way she squeezed her ass so boldly was one thing; the way she pressed in with her lips was something else. She sank down with a hot, ready kiss, and suckled Cinder’s lower lip between her own. She suckled, drawing on it with just the right amount of pressure, and sent a rush of sensation down her spine. She suckled, drawing, and moved inward, getting nice and bold and not at all hesitant like some first-timer.

She suckled, and she drew. Her lips pulled, offering delightful pressure, before sinking in even more. Her lips applied glorious firmness as they kissed, sending a rush up and down Cinder’s spine. It was matched by the way her hand squeezed at the curve of an ass, pushing down and kneading at it with firm, and delicious, intent. She dug in, bending the dress, flesh, and lingerie beneath all at the same time, to her odd delight. 

What? Cinder thought.

Ruby pressed in. She was kissing harder, now, sliding into her with easy passion. Her mouth parted and shoved a tongue forward, drawing against a tongue and rolling along a lip. Cinder sighed, and in that soft gap of space, Ruby thrust; worming her tongue into her mouth, sliding forward, grinding along in a delicious, dexterous sweep. Cinder did not at all expect Ruby to initiate that far, and it made her sigh in an instant.

What?

Ruby was kissing her with tongue, sweeping it around in a sudden, brisk twist. She pressed against Cinder’s in a hot roll, and then ground down and around in an untender drag. She swiveled around her, wrestling her, before moving against her cheeks - before dipping back and diving her mouth straight in. 

Full mouth contact, sliding and rolling together with firm intent. Ruby’s head twisted around to plant lips together, finding the right angle with each kiss. Her hands tugged at the same time, massaging and kneading, cupping an ass with bold intent and drawing on her hips with measured firmness. It was all just so firm, and Cinder hadn’t expected that at all.

Even the way she moved her tongue in and out felt good. She knew how to do it, how to kiss and make out properly. It was actually pretty surprising; Cinder hadn’t felt someone like that in a while. She hadn’t experienced someone moving their tongue like that in some time, and it made her shudder. Her spine shuddered as the kiss moved in conjunction to the touching, which only got her more excited.

Wait, wait, Cinder hissed internally, I’m in charge of this! 

She pushed Ruby back and offered a look that could be considered a sneer. “Come on, Rose. I’m sure you want more than some lip action.”

Ruby was flushed of face, yet entirely honest in her appreciation. “Hey, you’re a really good kisser, Cinder!”

Cinder snorted through her nose and flicked at her hair. “Of course I am, but I’m even better at sucking cock.”

Ruby sort of gasped, but it wasn't from shock - just from pure delight. “Wow, wow, you are way cooler than I thought!”

“Just hurry up and get your dick out, girl,” Cinder said lustfully, putting on a show - a show to leave Ruby breathless, passed out, and unable to do anything. For good measure, Cinder slipped off the straps of her dress, drawing them over smooth shoulders, before dragging down her dress over her chest. She freely tugged down her neckline, showing off the lines of her lingerie, and then, finally, her bra.

It was a black, lacey thing, with lots of little patterns stretched over its fabric, wrapping up her tits in lace. They were nice, swollen double-D’s, each one full and large in their own right, cupped and captured in tight black lace. They held them up nicely, presenting gorgeous, doughy cleavage. Her lingerie was meant to be seductive, and right then, it seemed to do the trick perfectly well given how Ruby stared.

“Whoa…” The girl breathed.

Cinder rolled her eyes. “Now, now, don’t blow your load too quickly.”

Ruby’s slow speed annoyed her, so she started to help her whilst dropping to her knees. There was a lot of pulling and tugging to work the dress up enough to get out a dick, and it really did eventually revolve around Ruby trying to shuck off her dress itself. She drew it down from her neck, going over her chest, which didn't have a bra at all modest C-cups - very low in size - sprung out into life, and jiggled there to a stop.

Cinder didn’t care about that, not as she dropped to her knees. She didn’t care much about those tits, not when she had, and seen, nicer. She only briefly paused, in fact, on the sight of soft, feminine abs against her skin, but they were subtle and almost not quite present - but still there, still visible. Those, too, could be left aside. Cinder was there for business, and that meant working on a cock. Nothing more, nothing less.

Taking a while, though, she thought smugly. This girl doesn’t know -

But then, the cock sprung out - and damn, did it spring. It wasn’t some small thing, not some average cock, not what Ruby Rose was packing. It was nine, maybe ten, inches of rock-solid cockflesh, a huge thing that pushed out like a Maidens-forsaken spear. Ten or so thick, throbbing inches of dick, each one powerful, thick, and veiny. It had to be the size of her wrist - or something like it. Something.

What the fuck? Cinder thought plaintively. That thing… is huge…?

It had to be one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen. It was far bigger than it had any right to be, and certainly not what she’d expected. Nothing that she thought she was getting herself into, that was for damned sure. She ran her tongue over her lips, hesitation in her body, a strange surge prickling at her spine. It was twitching. It was throbbing. 

Why is she so big? 

“Sorry if it’s too much,” Ruby giggled, as if she expected that reaction. “Some people say it is…”

“H-hah, as if,” Cinder snorted. She reached out with one fine-nailed hand to grab the base of the cock, and found that it throbbed at her touch. It was huge, and even getting her fingers around it just right was hard. “This is nothing, Rose. Prepare to get your mind blown.”

“Oh, I’m prepared!” Ruby said cheerfully and eagerly at the same time. “I’ve been imagining this for a while!”

I’m sure you have, you little fool, Cinder thought idly. Her eyes, though, stared down at that huge, fat dick. She swallowed hard, still a bit shocked by the size, but was not willing to hold back. Even if it was big, that didn't matter. It literally did not factor into her plans to rock Ruby’s socks off and get her to pass out with pleasure, all so that Cinder had an easy alibi. It was nothing, truly, to dip her head down, and go for it.

“That’s super hot,” Ruby breathed out as Cinder dipped down. 

Cinder pressed down on the cock. It was big, yes, but she knew she had this in the metaphorical bag. Ruby didn’t have the experience to keep up with her, and she wouldn’t be expecting her raw skill at giving head. Cinder had blown her way past too many locked doors to be held back now, and most people didn't last past the touch of her lips on her cock. Ruby Rose would be no different, and not only would give the terrorist ample cover to sneak around, but it would also knock out a potential hitch In her plans.

So it was that she pushed down without a hint of sluttiness, or whorishness, or even a desire to suck the cock itself, but a simple smug aura at her own cleverness and dominance. She was Cinder, and she was smarter than any of these fools. Teenagers like Ruby – admittedly very hung teenagers – were just hormonal creatures looking for their next hit, their next surge of gratification, and their next chance to get their dick wet. They were, quite simply, built differently. 

And so she moved, her lips rolling against the glistening cock-tip, dropping down against the bulbous rims and ridges. She sank down easily, because she put no stock into what she was doing. Whoring out her own mouth was like one big ‘whatever’ to her. It was just a thing, a talent, and one that she excelled at. It didn't matter if Ruby was the biggest dick she’d seen in some time, or if the irl was way too honest-eyed about it all – her shining silver gaze mattered for naught.

For nothing.

“Oh, wow,” Ruby said in an honest voice of excitement. “This is really happening, huh?”

Of course it is, you dunce, Cinder thought internally but of course, outwardly, all she did was sink down perfectly. Her tongue was outstretched, serving as a landing ramp for that fat dick. Her lips were wide, her jaw at the limit, allowing the thing to press down into the soaking-wet heat of her mouth beyond. That warm cavern embraced the first few inches of cock with a lover’s touch, all soft and tentative and thoroughly enjoyable.

Ruby sighed for it, of course. Anyone would, to be buried in a mouth like that. Cinder’s fine, well-kept lips, her makeup perfectly set across them, rolled into snug place. They squished against the first inches of meat, drawing against too-pale skin with a wonderful clasp. The taste of the cock hit her mouth properly, then, but Cinder did not mind it all that much. It was, in fact, rather pleasant, but she ignored the taste entirely – it did not matter.

She gripped the fat shaft with just one hand. She held it up, though her fingers had to really curl to get around the girth properly. It was a big, meaty thing, and rather quite heavy to boot. That made it annoying to handle, but handle it, she would. She had still dealt with bigger things before, she was sure. There was no way that someone like Ruby Rose was the most hung teen she’d ever blown, that couldn't be right – she was just another idiot on the list.

“I dunno if this is cool to say, but you look so pretty like this,” Ruby breathed out, her voice filled with smug enjoyment. “You’re actually really cool, Cinder… Wow…”

Why, because I’m sucking your dick? Cinder rolled her eyes. Give me a break, Rose…

Still, she sank down onto the cock. Her knees dug into the threadbare carpet just as much as her fingers dug into the cock itself, trying to keep it nice and aloft. She sank down, filling her mouth and lips up with that hardness. Her lips stretched and her jaw swelled with the weight of it, which proved to be just a bit more than she thought it would – but that was fine. She adjusted, her head dipping around in a marvelous cascade of dark hair.

It pooled over her shoulders as she rolled her head, suckling up the meat of the cock. Her tongue kept itself outstretched like a carpet, ensuring that she could warmly caress and embrace the shaft. She pushed, inches of it rolling along her mouth, pressing against cheeks and along her palette. It was a huge, thick thing, and that almost instantly made her eyes wince- but she was okay with it. She handled it effortlessly, without thinking twice, easily calling upon her years of skills.

“Wow…” Ruby breathed out, apparently pleased and excited. Cinder didn’t really care, but hearing those sorts of noises always pleased her. it filled her with a sense of righteous purpose, making her feel pride as she sank down upon the shaft. It filled up her mouth, rolling against her tongue, before thudding against the very back of it – some four or five inches down, a mere half of that huge cock. “That’s really nice, yeah, yup. I really like that!”

Cinder didn’t exactly care what Ruby liked. She only went along with it to give the hung girl what she wanted, and this, get her out of the picture. A perfect cover and opportunity at the same time, and that was the only reason why Cinder rolled her head around, adjusting her stance with a wet squelch of skin contact. Her tongue rolled along the underside of the cock, caressing it in a lurid stroke, while her lips slurped against the hardness itself.

Ruby sighed, and Cinder purred. She made a soft, vibrating noise with her throat, and washed the cock over in rumbling delight. It was all for show, and the effects were clear on Ruby’s small round face. She was clearly enjoying it, and that put the ball squarely in Cinder’s field. She smirked internally, flicked her eyes up to look at Ruby, and slurped on her dick messily – one powerful, suction-like press of enthusiasm.

“So hot,” Ruby praised. “That’s really good, wow…”

She’s too easy, Cinder thought with a laugh. She kept the eye-contact up, purely to tip Ruby over the edge. She found that guys – and, well, girls – liked that sort of thing, which made it easy. She rolled her head a second later, eyes still connected, her hand still nice and tight. She drew her head back with a flutter of black hair, drifting along the huge, white cock. Red lips rolled, sliding along the throbbing meat in a parody of a massage, and Ruby loved it.

She groaned for it. her own fingers curling into her outfit. She sighed happily and pleasantly as Cinder so shamelessly slurped up the length of her meat, leaving a glistening patina in her wake. It wasn’t entirely messy, not really sloppy, but Cinder didn’t have to be a total slut to suck a dick right. An inexperienced girl like Ruby wouldn’t have a mouth that good around her dick ever again, that was for sure – if she even survived it all.

Cinder pulled to the tip and suckled firmly, making Rub whine even more. Her lips were poised there for a long, full moment, where she softly suckled. Her hand rolled against the hardness in tandem, drawing against painfully stiff dickmeat. She stopped short of her own wetness, settling inside for a harmonious rumble. It was only for a moment, though, before her head dipped back down, showing her slutty excitement to blow cock.

Fake though it was, Ruby was hooked on it.

“Oh, fuck,” she sighed and moaned out. “That’s – that’s really good, really good, mhm…”

Cinder pushed down, feeding that thick dick into her mouth. She gurgled it up in enthusiasm, that, though fake, was more than enough to convince anyone. Ruby was just an easy mark, and she did not have to try very hard to blow her mind. Down she sank, her elegant black hair fluttering and curling along the planes of her soft shoulders. It was a mesmerizing sight, and with her amber eyes firmly locked upward, a true show to indulge in.

Her lips were stretched around that obscene girth, however, her tongue was a bit jammed and locked against its bulk. It was huge, and it was heavy. It was a difficult thing to work around, and she knew it. Still, she did not let it show on her face, and adjusted herself around with wet intensity. Saliva squelched in ways she was not quite used to, and that was simply because it was hard to swallow it down when there was so much dick packed into her mouth.

“You're really good at this, though, Cinder," Ruby said in a soft, happy sigh. “I love it so much, like, actually. You’re like super good. And pretty! So pretty.”

The vapid comments made Cinder want to roll her eyes, but it proved that she was just too good for girls like that. They were hardly built like a man, after all, and so Cinder had it easy. She simply slurped on all that saliva, sending out a harmonious squelch, and rolled her head around. She pulled up the cock, graceful as could be, her posture and her stance perfectly suited for blowing cock – no matter how big it might be.

That huge, thick thing rumbled along her lips as she pulled up to the tip, and then shuddered as she dropped back down again. She slurped it up with an easy, dexterous descent, a rolling of the head that was downright elegant. Ruby groaned and moaned over it, her hands fidgeting and curling – fingers tensing into her top, then down against her side, before tentatively reaching forward to comb fingers through black hair.

“That’s so good,” The redhead sighed. Still, Cinder would have told her off for daring to touch her hair – but that was in her place. Instead, she simply blew her cock, her head rising and falling upon it. Her strokes were effortlessly graceful, properly suited for blowing cock. Granted, she could not get all that deep on the shaft, and she was only halfway down each time she moved, but Ruby seemed easy enough to please.

The girl pulled on her hair gently, combing out from her eyes and holding it back. Cinder wanted to laugh; if Ruby thought that was going to help, she was a lovestruck fool. But, she allowed it, simply because there was no point in being petty. As the redhead collected her hair back, Cinder slurped on her shaft, dipping her head forward and backward with sloppy intent. She suckled and slurped on that thick, dense meat, stroking it off with the heat of her mouth.

Her body moved as she did so, and the angle of her shoulders was perfectly suited to make her tits bounce and pop. That was the entire point of the position, after all. She’d pulled her dress down over her tits pure;y so that she could entice Ruby into weakness, and now, her bra-clad tits were jiggling and wobbling in the throes of motion. They weren't so big and so doughy that they would jiggle around like the slut Xiao-Long, but they were more than large enough to be entirely enticing.

Ruby was just as shameless as every guy Cinder had ever been with. Her silver eyes flicked between the amber of Cinder's and down to the line of her cleavage, admiring and staring rapaciously. She hungrily drank in the sight of soft, creamy cleavage, locked up tight in fine fuck-me lingerie. The black of it cupped her chest perfectly, keeping it propped up with every descent, slurp, and suckle – a gorgeous view that would tip Ruby over the edge any second. Any second, now.

“I love your mouth,” Ruby confessed. She did not seem or sound close yet, but Cinder was sure it was coming. “The way you’re sucking my dick is so good, Cinder.”

her fingers combed down into Cinder’s hair even harder, almost pinching her scalp. At the same time, the girl added a bit of pressure with her lips, a small, miniature sort of jab. It caught her unawares, but Cinder adjusted smoothly, without ever once breaking eye-contact. She could see the way that Ruby’s face was twitching, and that had to mean she was close. 

“But go a little bit faster,” Ruby then said, her voice a soft, eager urge. She sounded almost unbearably excited, as if wanting more. “A bit faster, ok?”

It pissed Cinder off. This bish!

Still, Cinder was playing the part of the good whore, and she sank down readily. She added a bit more of a dip to her head, and a faster twitch on her ascents. She worked at the cock just a bit faster, rolling against it a bit harder, stroking it off in the heat of her mouth. She felt Ruby’s fingers curl in her hair over her efforts, clearly liking them – but at the same time, she felt the girl push with her hips, sliding cockmeat forward in a jab.

“Yeah, like that,” Ruby sighed out happily. “You feel way better like that.”

Her hips bucked and pushed, sliding the thick dick against Cineder’s tongue. Ruby was thrusting into the heat of her mouth, driving herself forward another inch. It thudded against the back of Cinder’s throat, producing the first gag and sputter thus far – a hot, wet noise of strain. Immediately, the black-haired beauty frowned in annoyance, but she let it be. She was used to people trying to take control.

Cinder could adjust. She moved her head around, sliding backward, drawing up and along, and then pushing down –

“Just like that,” Ruby groaned. She pumped her hips up, not quite jabbing, but genuinely just thrusting. The head prodded at the back of Cinder’s throat, making the girl gag. Her fingers curled against the cock just a bit harder as if she could stop it, but it did not. It simply filled her mouth in a way that made her gurgle and wince, offering sloppy noises up to the air. “Oh, wow –“

Wait – Cinder thought. This is my BJ -

She pulled her head back, trying to get a good angle for movement, but Ruby’s hand tightened. She wasn’t quite grabbing the back of her head, no, but rather holding her hair in a ponytail. Yet, she squeezed it hard, holding it firmly, and made it hard for Cinder to move as far as she wanted. She couldn’t dislodge herself from the cock entirely, and so she just made hot, sloppy pops, and wet little squelches.

Ruby thrust forward, driving her dick inside again. She pounded the fat meat along her tongue and across cheeks, only to thud it against the back of Cinder’s throat. She did not go further, but the girl’s gag-reflex kicked in all the same. A hot, wet squelch rang out, filling the air with lewdness. It was almost as loud as Ruby’s groan of pleasure, which only thickened and intensified as she got more and more into her movements.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Ruby sighed. “I love that, ICinder –“

but Cinder wasn’t really doing anything right then. Her attempts at movement faltered, simply because Ruby’s hand on her hair stopped her from going too far. Cinder just tried to grab the cock and move her head, twitching along with the motions, but found Ruby speeding up. She thrust past the wet seal of her lips, along the softness of her tongue, rumbling into the blissful heat as if it was just another hole for her to enjoy.

What the hell is going on? Cinder thought. Of course, she knew the answer to it already: Ruby was taking control. That annoyed her; a girl like that should not do such things. But, then, at the same time… Cinder almost, almost liked someone with a firm hand. Sometimes, she liked to fantasize about it. Sometimes, though rarely, it got her wet to think about. But, that wasn’t Ruby – this was just an outpouring of lust, nothing more.

“Your mouth feels so good around my cock, I swear,” Ruby groaned loudly. Her eyes were bright silver points that stared down into Cinder’s very soul. “I can’t get enough!”

Ruby was moving faster. She was thrusting more happily. Her cock speared forward, drawing and dragging along a tongue, rolling against the wet heap of a carpet. It shoved forward, jamming into the depths of her mouth, pounding against the entrance of her throat - and then it pulled back, rolling, sliding, moving again with the same sort of intensity and fervency. Ruby was driving herself forward, all but fucking her mouth.

Cinder gasped. She gurgled. Her brow furrowed and her eyes winced, struggling to contain the shocking turn of pace. Her hand tried to grip the cock, but now it was moving too fast, rolling too fast against the brace of her tongue and over the fine wetness of her lips. Each forward push forced saliva to well up and bubble, and when it drew back, the stuff slurped and squelched about her mouth.

It dribbled over her lips and dripped down her chin, becoming messier and messier. The rolling, rutting fervency made her slurp, and Cinder could not quite handle it so well. Her hand started to fall away from the moving, thrusting cock, unable to get a good grip on it. It fled to Ruby’s flat pelvis, and there it held, as if that would somehow grant her purchase. It did not. Neither did her other hand, which pressed against a thigh and tried to push.

She could not dislodge herself, and when Ruby’s other hand cupped her jaw to better contain her, she was well and truly stuck. She slurped and shuddered as the shaft bored down, all but facefucking her. Cinder frowned, furrowed her brow, and made wetter, sloppier noises with each descent, each push and shove and motion. It was all lewd, all depraved, and it turned it all into a bubbling, squelching rush.

What the hell? Cinder thought plaintively. Damn - damn!

“So good,” Ruby groaned out. “Oh, that’s amazing, Cinder -”

But Cinder truly did nothing. Ruby was doing everything. She had her hair captured, her head contained, and Cinder’s strength couldn’t even match the sudden tempo of her hips. The cock was rolling, rutting and slamming, fucking her mouth as if it was a cunt. The thick dick churned saliva into batter that flowed and bubbled, and it ran along lips and tongue in a friction-filled caress. It strained her jaw and made her throat sputter, and it did not stop.

It was shocking how easily control had been taken from her. The speed, the deftness, was simply shocking. The way that Ruby thrust and hammered into her mouth, dredging up saliva and drool, was downright remarkable. Cinder hated to be impressed, but such a thing was the very last thing she’d have expected. She never thought Ruby would have it in her.

But it’s probably just overexcitement, Cinder considered. She’s just… excited. It’s hardly talent, or skill, or… anything.

Her thoughts still felt weak in her mind, not quite convincing for any of it. Ruby’s fingers were a bit too tight, her hands too firm, the movements of her hips too fast. She really was just fucking her mouth, driving forward and pulling back with self-glee. Cinder sputtered, gurgled, and slurped as it drove forward, all hot and messy. Her own hands curled, trying to brace herself, and failing each time.

“Really, really hot,” Ruby whimpered. “I don’t think - think that I can last - !”

Cinder knew what those words meant, and they inspired her to gurgle. Still, she could not free herself, and could not stop that throbbing cock from fucking her face. Tears of strain ran down from the corners of her eyes, made more intense each time that she gurgled and gagged around the dick. She couldn’t quite breathe anymore, for each mouthful she took was wet and saliva-filled.

She could only gurgle and cough as Ruby fucked her mouth. Her eyes winced and prickled, and at that point, saw little more than a haze of a pelvis ahead of her. She felt the shaft throb and felt fingers curl against her; tight, hard, and with enthusiasm. It was an aggravation, and yet, somehow hot. Cinder truly had expected none of it, and now she experienced all of it.

“AH!” Ruby cried out. “Mmm! Yes!”

She thumped forward, and Cinder was greeted with her next shocking surprise: a sudden mouthful of cum. It was an eventuality, but seeing Ruby jerk forward, feeling her cock throb so powerfully, was different. When that first jet of seed, salty and tangy, rushed across her tongue, Cinder jerked back and groaned - but could not entirely prevent it. She couldn’t stop that mouthful of seed, just as how she couldn’t stop Ruby from taking control.

Ruby groaned and came into her mouth, spurting out ropes and strings of hot, gooey release into her mouth. It was thick, and it was creamy. It was not quite like anything Cinder had ever really tasted before, and she knew the differences intimately. She could taste it in the way it rolled and slurped and churned like batter, akin to something meant for baking. It was laughably thick, but Cinder could not laugh.

She gurgled as Ruby poured out a mouthful of thick cum, washing over her tongue and cheeks with its thickness. The very last thing that Cinder wanted to do was swallow, either, but as ropes and strings pumped out, she quickly realized that it was a sink or swim situation. There was just too much. She was already coughing around it, seed bubbling up around her lips; there was too much, too fast, even for her.

Cinder gulped. She swallowed. She pulled it down while eyes winced and watered, drawing it down her throat and into her stomach with had slurps. She was not sure she enjoyed the taste or texture, but enjoyment was never a factor with this sort of thing. It was just more than she expected, and handling that was difficult. It seemed endless, too, with several hard swallows doing little to empty her mouth entirely.

“Oh, that’s so hot,” Ruby eventually groaned out. “I didn’t know you swallow, Cinder!”

I don’t, you idiot! Cinder growled internally. Outwardly, she slurped on the cock, her mouth bubbling with cum, even when Ruby pulled out. Cum came with her, rolling over Cinder’s once-red lips. It drizzled down her chin in depraved lines, but the girl ignored it. She simply began to cough, trying to clear her mouth and throat of that thick, clogging baby-batter.

“You are just so amazing, Cinder,” Ruby gushed out happily. “You’re the coolest girl, I swear-”

Cinder just kept on coughing into her hand, trying to spit out all that cum. She attempted to get in good, solid breaths at the same time, soothing her aching throat. Her face felt wet with tears, or something like it, and she knew her makeup was sloppier than it was meant to be. Still, she kept her composure as much as she could, raking in breaths and simply considering how she’d done what she’d set out to do.”

“Y-you could have - warned me you were going to cum,” Cinder stammered, her throat thick. She licked her lips and wiped away the slime and muck, then hissed. “You’d better be happy with that.”

“I did warn you!” Ruby piped up. “Sorry, though! It just felt too good!” 

Cinder coughed wetly and sneered. “I’m sure it was. You -”

Normally, this was the part where the dude she was blowing stumbled back and sat down, happy and lazy. That was the part where they either went to sleep, or tried to rest for another round in a few minutes, and Cinder could guise her retreat as some sort of preparation - tidy up her makeup, or get into something sexy, while the spent person tried to get their cock hard again.

But when she looked up, she did not find a flagging or soft cock. She saw a hard, thick thing, still leaking cum and saliva, throbbing right in front of her face. A still-stiff, still-meaty rod of flesh, poised there like a giant, bludgeoning spear. Instantly, Cinder’s wet mouth went dry with the realization that Ruby was still hard. She was still ready for more, and that simple dick-sucking hadn’t gotten her down.

What the hell? She thought to herself. What… what is this girl?

“But that was really, really awesome!” Ruby said cheerfully, her face bright and beaming. “The perfect warm-up!”

Warm… up? Cinder gulped thickly. She’s not done. Damnit…

“I think I should return the favour, too,” Ruby said with a giggle. She grinned as she leaned down, her tits jiggling, and cupped Cinder by the cheekbones. She started to lift, urging her upward, to her feet. “You should get to feel good, right?”

Cinder almost wanted to speak, but, for the moment, she was not sure what to say - not as Ruby pressed their lips together, pulling her into a hot, fervent kiss. Her hands danced along the curves of a fine, womanly body, stripping the remains of a red dress down to her legs. Cinder stepped out of it willingly, almost as if moving on autopilot, now down to her lingerie itself. 

It turned out, she was finally getting her usage out of it.

Damnit, guess I actually got to put out this time, she huffed internally - but outwardly, she was all smiles, a simple, happy expression as if it meant nothing at all. She did not normally have to go past the dick-sucking stage, but on occasion she did. Fine. Whatever. She already came, so big dick or not, she won’t last for long enough to give me a problem.

“Fine, then, little Rose,” Cinder announced with as much self-confidence as she could muster. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it flop to the ground on top of her dress. Her large, heavy breasts bobbed for a single lurid second before settling to a gorgeous stop, presenting a natural shelf of cleavage that caught the eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

This won’t last long at all, Cinder laughed in her own head. If this idiot even knows how to use her dick, that is.

She felt nothing but smug confidence as she pushed Ruby backward, guiding her toward a stranger’s bed. The girl watched, wide-eyed, an easy mark for Cinder to abuse. She pushed her down, shoving her, until she was seating, with her cock bobbing before her like a spear. The beautiful, black-haired villainess-in-disguise happily straddled her, intent on showing off every last iota of her dominance to -

“That’s not the way to do it,” Ruby laughed, as if it was a mere calculation to be solved. “You do it like this -”

Suddenly, she tugged Cinder around, drawing and dragging on her despite the lap-sitting pose. She yanked on her like a piece of meat, and she drew her down to the bed in a second. Cinder yelped at the suddenness of it, but neither did she resist; she allowed Ruby to push her down, then around, and then pull her onto her hands and knees in a degrading, almost sloppy, doggy-style.

Her tits swung. Her body adjusted. She planted down hands and knees, a tiny bit miffed by the girl’s incredulity and brashness, but otherwise not minding it too much. Cinder was set on her goal and convinced of Ruby’s inferiority, but at the same time, she did not mind being manhandled. That was typically what she wanted in a partner, and what most so sorely lacked.

Not great… not bad…

“Is this what you like, Rose?” Cinder said scornfully. She planted herself on her knees and raised her ass up in a picture-perfect doggy, with just the right amount of bend and dip to her spine. 

“It’s still just Ruby,” the girl laughed, “but yeah, that’s really, really hot. Oh, your ass looks great.”

She brought her hand down to slap Cinder’s ass, which was another motion that came out of the blue and entirely unexpectedly. She huffed at the touch, shocked by the forwardness, and felt her spine flutter. And, as Ruby dug her hands down to cop a feel fo that doughy flesh, the other moved ahead to drag on her lingerie - to pull the black fabric off to the side, hooking it around a creamy asscheek to expose her slit.

Ridiculous. 

“You’ve got such a nice ass,” the girl purred, “And such a pretty pussy.”

Cinder just huffed. “Hurry up, Rose. I won’t sit here all day for you…”

Another laugh, as if Cinder was telling a joke. “Oh, wow, Cinder, I just love the way you talk!”

Cinder felt herself sigh. I guess I really can’t expect much from this girl…

Still, she put on airs. She wiggled her hips from left to right as Ruby mounted her from behind, and she pretend to purr as the weight of the cock bore forward. She felt the head press against her cunt; the slimy, slick crown grinding against her folds. She was modestly wet, perhaps, but that was something that Cinder did not at all focus on.

“Come on, studhorse,” she drawled mockingly, “Show me what you’ve g-FUCK!”

Lightning. Electricity. A sudden spike of impossible connection, all because Ruby hammered her cock into her. No preamble. No waiting. Not a second of timid appreciation or penetration. Rough, brutal, hard, and with intimate finesse, she crammed her cock forward. Cinder, still mid-speech, hadn’t even thought to prepare herself. She simply had not expected that at all, but that was what she got.

“Damn!” Ruby groaned. 

Ruby simply slammed forward, all at once. Her hips moved in a sudden, blistering rush, and Cinder could only wheeze near the top of her lungs as that hung, lubed cock rammed ahead into the tightness of her cunt. It was not gentle, not like Cinder expected. It wasn’t soft, like a lover, or a girl with a crush. It wasn't even ‘strong’ like some hung dude that wanted to pound her pussy. It was harder than that, a movement performed with the utmost virility.

That fat slab of meat speared forward, smashing aside the lips of her cunt and diving deep into the sodden pink beyond. Cinder was wet, to some extent; something about the facefucking had started to light up parts of her body she did not often use, and it made her feel a bit aroused. Not much, not enough to care, but in that moment it became all too clear just how she felt about that kind of firmness. Her body betrayed her a bit more than expected, and that was a potent thing indeed.

Still, it was nothing compared to the pillar of hardness plowing into her right then. Ruby simply slammed it forward, rutting the fat spear of flesh down into the tightness of her quim all at once. No hesitation, no shame, just a sudden, forward press, and there the dick was, cramming down into her core. She felt it lodged against walls in ways that she’d not experienced in quite some time, and shuddered as the dick pressed against spots she’d not touched in a while.

“Dust!” Cinder gasped aloud, her voice something between a groan and a growl. “What the hell?!”

She dug her fingers into the end and winced, a growl upon her lips, as that big cock bore forward. Propelled as it was by Ruby’s hips, she all too easily sent the thickness of her shaft cramming ahead. Inches and inches of rock-hard dickmeat plunged down, and Cinder felt every part of her body twist. Walls were immediately, instantly stretched out around the shaft, insides were dredged about its length, and sensitive spots were brushed simply by dint of size alone.

It was not a finesse-filled stroke. There was no elegance to it. it was rough, and it was strong. It was, also, breathtaking, despite it all. There was skill and experience in the way that Ruby pushed forward, a sort of honesty that was honestly distracting to feel. She might not have had grace, but she definitely knew how to move her hips forward when she did it like that – the angle of penetration, the smoothness of it, meant that she’d been doing it for a while.

“Oh, gosh, oh, wow,” Ruby groaned out in a voice of pleasure. “You feel so good, Cinder! You actually feel so amazing, whoa –“

Her praiseful, energetic words made Cinder shudder, and in more ways than one. She hated hearing that eager spill of words, as if Ruby was some uncultured child. And, yet, at the same time, she shivered in the wake of that first thrust, her body rocking in the afterglow of something so hard and so firm. The cock effortlessly stretched her out, spearing into tight walls that hadn’t been filled up that much in… quite a long time, and she knew it.

She couldn't even remember the last time she’d been stuffed up by that much cock. The way that it smooshed against her walls, the feeling that it brought her, was intense. The way that it packed against her insides genuinely made her mind spin, if only because it had been too long since the last time anyone filled her up that much. She felt the dick grinding against her walls, rubbing along her sweet-spots, and sliding into place with roughshod ease.

“You can’t just – just slam it in,” Cinder hissed out, her voice tight. “You – w-who taught you h-how to fuck?”

“I guess no one taught me,” Ruby said in a humming, musing voice, as if she was giving the rhetorical question a lot of thought. “Is it not good? Hm. Other girls usually really like it.”

“W-what? Fuck.” She hissed and bit her lip as the cock ground against her, a movement of firmness that made her insides flutter the entire dick wasn’t even all the way inside, she felt that much. It was surprisingly, shockingly intense, for a girl like that. “I’m not like these shitty Beacon girls, Ruby. It takes – takes more than a big dick to do anything for me.”

Ruby laughed; a bright, bubbly noise that made her teeth chatter. “Hey, don’t worry! I know how to take care of a girl like you, ok?”

Cinder wasn’t sure about that, but she did not get a chance to speak again – not as Ruby pulled her hips around, rolling herself into an extraction. The way she yanked herself out was done in a cycling roll, an angular rush of action that scraped and ground against her fluttering tightness. It wasn't a simple backward tug, no, but one of rolling motion, something that made her pussy flutter. She felt a sensation spike along her spine, and that left her groaning.

“Having a big dick,” Cinder gasped out, “Doesn’t mean you’re talented, Ruby Rose.”

Ruby seemed delighted by her words, and she laughed. “I love it when you speak like that, Cinder. It’s actually, like, really hot?”

Cinder flushed red. “W-what are you saying?”

“You’re just really hot?” Ruby hummed as she pulled her hips around, moving her body with a sort of finesse that was honestly distracting. “Beautiful? And the way you talk – I dunno, it’s super exciting! Gets me going.”

Cinder opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a moan – a hard, powerful noise, a gasping rush that spilled out form sloppy, red-lined lips. Ruby plunged her cock back down without warning, without thought, cramming herself forward in a powerful and sudden stroke that filled her walls up with meat. Nothing but rock-hard flesh, pounding deep into the glove that was her pussy. She gasped, unable to do anything more, as Ruby settled right into it. 

And she really did. Her hips pumped and speared forward, cramming down into the softness of her cunt to ram walls aside and fill them up with thickness. Cinder felt a shudder and a surge pass along her spine, a rush that ran up into her head all at once. It made her face flinch and her eyes wince, for the simplicity that was intensity. The cock was huge, and as it hammered down, it left her head spinning around in a way she hardly expected.

“Fucl!” She grunted. “D-Dust…”

She hissed out as the cock swept home, but even then, it wasn’t the entire length of it. Ruby buried two-thirds of her shaft inside, pressing and grinding against the length of her fluttering snatch. walls rippled and pushed, shifting simply because of the firmness of it. It was a big, meaty thing, and it filled Cinder up far more than she ever expected to feel. Something that big didn’t belong on the hips of a girl like Ruby, a small slip of a thing shorter than Cinder herself – much less on someone that could actually wield it.

“You’re so tight around me, Cinder,” Ruby cooed, her voice bright and energetic. She bit her lip and grinned, hands palming into the smoothness of Cinder’s hips. She clenched down, fingers digging into the smooth flesh, holding her nice and steady. “I really, really love that.”

Her hips rolled around again, grinding and pushing against the tightness of her snatch. it squished against her core, rubbing and sliding with dexterous intent. The thickness was so big that it rubbed against every sensitive spot all at once, simply by dint of size alone. It pressed, sliding, and rubbed, all as Ruby skillfully rolled her hips. It made Cinder’s mind whirl: not because it was amazing, but because it had been so long since she felt anything like that.

“Fuck, Rose,” Cinder spat out, simply because her confused mind didn’t offer up anything else. “W-where the hell do you even get a dick like that?!”

“Uh – my dad?” Ruby laughed, as if she didn't understand the question. “I should be asking you why you’re so pretty, you know. you’re, like, gorgeous.”

She squeezed her hips, keeping them in a firm lock, while her waistline rolled. With strangely muscular finesse, she pulled – borderline yanked her cock out Cinder felt every last bit of it rolling against her snatch, and that made her whip her head around and hiss out through her nose. The sensation of moving, rubbing meat sent delicious thrills of friction along her spine, and that flooded her head with happy endorphins – things she would never have associated with someone like Ruby.

“You’re just so hot, it’s actually really crazy,” Ruby gushed out happily. She sounded so, so happy, and it was almost distracting for Cinder. Why did the redhead appreciate her so much? It was insane. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen… or had sex with.”

It was so silly, so lewd, but there Ruby was, ramming her cock down – and another tremendous thrust sent even more of that thick, fat cock into her cunt, burying itself down into soft and snug pussyflesh. Ti worked its way through her, more and more, another inch here, another bit there. Enough for Cinder to feel it; enough for her spine to shiver and shudder in stress. She arched her spine up with a hot gasp as that hardness ground against her snatch, working at walls in ways that made her head spin.

“Fucking – Dust,” Cinder swore out loud. “You’re so fucking big, holy shit –“

Those words didn’t sound like her at all. She knew that, and she didn't care. For the moment, she was preoccupied with the biggest dick she’d felt in… well, years, slamming into her cunt like it took nothing at all. Pink pussyflesh roiled and rippled as that hardness stabbed forward, filling her up and stuffing her to the rim with rock-hard meat. Inches and inches of it, which bore forward more, and more, and more by the second, getting in deeper, going further…

“You’re taking me so well,” Ruby groaned. “Wow – just, wow. Most girls don’t can’t take it, you know? You’re just amazing, Cinder!”

Cinder gasped as the cock stabbed in deeply. “Fucking – I can tell why, Rose. You’re just –“

She trailed off with a heated noise as the shaft bore itself forward, slamming into her softness. Dickmeat plowed through her, sending her body rocking on her hands and knees. Her breasts wobbled beneath her like huge, milky sacks, wobbling about fervently. her tits rocked and shivered, unable to quite handle the fervency that was forced upon her. She did not have any problems with it, though. If anything, she soared with the sensation.

Ruby slammed forward again, and this time, she felt the cock punch into her hot, steaming depths. Further than most cocks would go, further than Cinder had anticipated, and that made her moan. An honest, proper moan, something she rarely gave up. The sound filled the air, rocked around the room, and right back into her ears. Her face heated up with shame, but the delight was very, very clear.

“You’re so deep,” Cinder growled out, as if seeking some sort of confirmation. “Damnit, Rose, why – why are you so good with that cock?”

Ruby laughed and stabbed in even deeper, and this time, Cinder felt her entire body contract and shiver. The head of that fat dick just about kissed the entrance of her womb itself, nudging straight up against her cervix, and it made her squeak out a hot breath. An electric shudder ran through her as the dick hit spots that it really should not have, reaching depths that were almost obscene to Cinder, and it made her body rock.

Her spine arched, and her ass pushed out – and in tandem with that womb-kissing stroke, hips plowed down into the curve of her fluffy ass. Ruby hit it just right, not with any sort of first-time innocence, but an honest, depraved thud that made Cinder’s senses buss. A hard, percussive clap of flesh-contact, where skin met skin and left it thwapping. Some people did not enjoy that sort of thing, but not her, not Cinder; she loved it.

She groaned. “Holy fuck!”

“Awwww, you make the hottest sounds,” Ruby said huskily. Her hands rose, crawling along the curves of Cinder’s body, to palm and caress however he wanted. She explored her like a canvas, and instead of making Cinder’s skin crawl, it sent electric flushes up and down her nerve-endings. “I love them so much.”

The girl pressed down for one long, full moment, holding herself against that fat, doughy ass, and near to a womb – before then instantly tearing herself back with the same grace as always, the same skill-laden extraction that left Cinder wobbling. Her body teetered on hands and knees shivering in the wake of it. she felt her insides tugging – no, clenching – about the cock, trying to hold it steady and failing in every respect. 

A surge of pleasure ran through her, and Cinder gasped. She rocked, and breasts wobbled heavily beneath her. Something about the moment was so lurid, so insane, that it delighted her. She had not expected any of that at all from Ruby Rose, and her iron-clad expectations were now faced with an immovable force; one of them had to give way eventually, and she was not sure what the outcome would be.

“Fuck!” Cider gasped as Ruby, again, slammed forward. Harder, faster, her cock bearing forward, slamming down into the juice-slicked expanse of her folds. Liquids churned as the shaft battered them out of shape, all in one fitful descent until she was balls-deep – quite literally, her balls thudding against a wet slit. Hips plowed into the fat ass above, turning it to clapping jelly in her wake.

“So good,” Ruby groaned out. “You feel so good, Cinder, wow. You might be the best girl I’ve ever felt in my life!”

She reached forward and grabbed the back of Cinder’s neck, and some part of her body preened. She wasn't sure why, but it made her insides flutter just that much more. She was a woman that craved power, craved dominance, but also desired firmness. She loved someone that knew how to actually fuck, how to properly treat her right, and that was so rare. Feeling Ruby’s possessive hands on her skin, indulging in the way her cock hammered down as if she was just a hot piece of ass, felt good.

“You’re just so hot,” Ruby told her in that thick, possessive tone of voice. “I can’t resist you at all, Cinder, baby.”

Her words were silly, but the way that she grabbed hold of Cinder’s hair was not. Fingers, at first, gripped the longest strands of black, collected them and wormed fingers into them. A second later, Ruby rolled her wrist, as if collecting it up; another second and she was pulling, abruptly yanking on the very ends of Cinder’s hair. Not at the base, not using it like a leash, but simply pulling on the absolute limits of Cinder’s hair.

She tugged, and Cinder’s head lifted with it. As her scalp stretched and prickling pain tore itself along her nerve-endings, a violent moan of pleasure ripped from her lips. A sudden, ecstatic squeal she hadn’t expected filled the air, and a surge of pure delight ran up and down her spine. It was like electricity coursing through her, all because of the unexpected hair-pulling. She would never have thought Ruby was capable of it, but apparently, she was – and she didn't even ask permission for it.

“Dannit!” Cinder squealed hoarsely. Her head rolled and her eyes flinched as Ruby pulled on her hair, grabbing and hauling it on from the very end – a long, long leash of black, stretched out from head to hand. The girl did it easily, as if it was second-nature. At the same time, without pausing, her hips unleashed themselves, slamming her cock forward in broad and hungry arcs of motion that sent the girl into whimpers.

“That’s so hot, yeah,” Ruby grunted, as if speaking to herself. “Your hair feels so nice, Cinder, and your ass…”

She trailed off, but only for a moment – only to push her hips forward, thrusting at a rapid, almost insane, beat. The way she moved her waist and pushed forward spoke of great athletic control, but no amount of tautness or soft little abs could ever account for that. Cinder had seriously, seriously misjudged her, because the redhead wielded that massive cock as if she was doing nothing more complicated than performing lunges.

“…It feels so good against me!” Ruby groaned in that bubbly, husky way of hers. “It’s so – it jiggles and claps and it’s beautiful, Cinder, you're amazing –“

But Cinder wasn’t doing anything. She was rocking on her hands and knees, panting and gasping, as the cock slammed forward. Her spine was arched, her stomach low, her ass raised up – beckoning Ruby forward like some bitch in heat. Each time, the girl slammed her dick into hot, juicy folds, making full and heady contact with her body. Without shame, she crashed into her jutting ass and plowed it like jelly.

Each reverberation rocked through Cinder. The singing smart of skin contact, the bouncing and wobbling, made her body shudder. Her breasts rocked beneath her like heavy, milk-filled bags, shuddering with each intense blow. Spikes of satisfaction flooded her system and washed out, making her brain go fuzzy. It wasn’t the best fucking she’d ever had, maybe, but it was so unexpected, so abrupt, that it ruined her concentration entirely.

She dug her fingers into the bed and heaved, mind swirling with overstimulation Fuck, this girl! She thought. She’s like- she’s like a machine, holy shit, she’s really fucking good at this what the fuck –

Ruby pulled on her hair just that much harder, drawing out a wince and a whine. eyes watered and flinched down as the shaft bore forward, cramming into her again and again – lodged against her womb itself, each and every time. Ruby had her in the sluttiest, sloppiest doggystyle for her life, and she did not stop for one single lurid, messy second. She railed her brains out, and Cinder damned well knew it.

“Yes,” Ruby groaned. “So good.”

She reached forward with the other hand. The trialed up along her back, feeling it flutter, and then down around to Cinder’s bust, crazing her side-boob. She drew up and around it to grab at her neck a second later, and Cinder felt a new surge of orgasmic satisfaction well up within her. When Ruby squeezed her neck, she swore something inside of her came loose, like a cork in a bottle that had finally been unplugged. 

“You’re amazing, Cinder –“

Cinder did nothing but take her dick. She rocked and gasped and groaned as that oddly alluring, totally unexpected prowess blew her mind out. She gasped loudly as Ruby pulled on her hair – and then moaned even more when the girl whipped her hand up and around out suddenly, promptly stuffing fingers into her mouth. The fact that such a thing would ever happen at all, the idea that Ruby Rose would jam fingers into Cinder’s mouth, was so ludicrous that it shocked her into stillness.

But there they were, and they moved rapaciously. She felt them press against her tongue, stopping her from even moaning properly. Anything that came out now was a muffled whimper, a squeaking rush of horse arousal. She felt herself getting even wetter, if such a thing were possible, with her pussy positively gushing around that hard prick. Her eyes rolled halfway up into her skull as the combination of rough, ass-clapping sex, hair-pulling, and tongue-toying hit her just right.

“I love how wet you are,” Ruby grunted happily. “You must have really wanted me, huh?”

Her fingers curled around in tandem, stabbing against a cheek. Ruby Rose was fish hooking her, and Cinder felt that ludicrous concept buzz along her spine. It should not have been happening, but it was. Not only was Ruby’s cock hitting every single sweet spot, so were her hands. She was doing literally everything right, playing Cinder like a damned fiddle – and it was working. It worked way, way too well.

Her insides tightened, and her body burned with orgasmic energy. A pressure mounted in her belly, and it only became better and better as the cock swung around and hammered away at her. her ass clapped, forcing her spine to arch; hair pulled, wrenching her head around in tear-drawing lines. She gasped around muffling fingers, offering nothing but wet noises to the air. Those fingered hair-ends even more, pulling out her cheek and lips, fish hooking her like some common bitch.

“And tight, too – are you close?” Ruby asked hungrily. “Are you close to me, Cinder? Are you gonna cum for me?”

Cinder rocked on her hands and knees. Her posture was submissive and whorish, and she couldn’t stop it. She was wracked with pleasure and strange emotions she could not place. She rocked and teetered on the bed shivering, her tits swinging and swaying in ways they normally did not. Ruby Rose was utterly railing her, and did so effortlessly. It was like multitasking: pulling her hair, fish hooking her cheek, slamming her ass, all of it at the same time, so easy it was like breathing.

And Cinder couldn't last against it. She felt her body burning and buzzing and soaring with the high of pleasure, a series of sensations that left her scratchy and wheezy. Tears streamed down her cheeks each time that Ruby wrenched on her hair, and drool bubbled up around her lips as the fingers against her cheek pressed down just right. She was drooling, teary, and moaning like a slut, and she didn’t even want to stop it. she didn’t want it to end. She knew it was crazy. She knew it was, but she was close, so close, and –

“Just cum for me, baby girl,” Ruby purred, her voice so thick, so possessive, that it hit Cinder right in the most primal spots of her brain. “Be my good girl and cum around my cock.”

For some reason, those were the words that did the trick. That was what truly, finally set her off and before she knew it, Cinder was cumming around Ruby Rose’s fat slab of a dick: her insides were tightening, and her body was squeezing, burning, with pleasure. A sudden surge, like a weight lifted from her shoulders. A burst of electric passion ran along every line and nerve ending in a sudden, limb-tightening, extremity-curling rush.

Her mind went blank. It lost track of time for just a few seconds, where she swore for all the world that she was going black-out drunk. A single, fizzy moment where her brain lost connection with the world around her, and was replaced with nothing but white-hot pleasure. She surged in ecstatic release, moaning as she came, her insides surging and flooding her tunnel with heat – heat that was relentlessly churned, because Ruby had not stopped thrusting.

She was still going. Still slamming. Still rutting. That was too much, even for Cinder. The overstimulation of motion was just too much for her weary, wheezy body, and she all but collapsed forward with the last dregs of her power. She slumped, wheezing, landing on her tits. She pulled her hair out of Ruby’s grasp, about the hand remained against her mouth, and there she drooled about it; lost to the heat of pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Ruby moaned happily, seemingly also in pleasure. “Wow. Oh wow, You just really needed that, huh?”

Cinder wheezed on the bed. She was face-down, ass up, drooling, as the sheer, simple intensity washed through her. she was still aware, though. She was still conscious, still alive, and she willed her twitching limbs into life. She forced her curling toes into activity. She tried to wrench her consciousness around, attempting to find some sort of sense in the mind-blowing pleasure she’d just felt.

“How did that feel, beautiful?” Ruby asked. She reached forward and rolled her fingers along Cinder’s hair, combing it aside. “Because I thought that was great!”

She panted harder, breathed harder; wheezing in breaths and blinking tears out of her eyes. And yet, when she tried to move, she became distinctly aware of the hard cock still lodged within her; hard, stiff, and still grinding away. It was the same as before: it had not cum yet. She had not been blessed with warmth or heat; she’d been fucked until she came, but Ruby had not.

Oh, she realized fitfully. She made me cum first… and she’s still hard… fuck… what the hell…

“You… didn’t… cum?” She panted, her voice heaving out the words.

“Not yet!” Ruby chimed up, not sounding winded in the slightest. “I wanted to get you off, first…”

She pulled out of Cinder’s clenching tightness, drawing her dick free all at once. That made her gasp even more, and when Ruby’s hands thumped down against her ass, smacking it so hard and so fast, she was prompted to wheeze. Her body bore forward, then, as Ruby pushed on her, dropping her down to the bed and shoving her straight down. She collapsed there in a messy heap, too drained to even offer up words.

And then Ruby was pulling, grabbing at her curves and drawing her around like a toy. She flipped Cinder over from front to back in less time than it took to breathe, and the normally formidable villain could do little more than heave. She simply whined and gasped and threw her arm up over her head, as if to guise her sloppy, half-drooling face. She wheezed, her tits wobbling obscenely, as she was rolled around like a common slut.

“I really like finishing this way!” Ruby quipped cheerfully. She grabbed her legs and yanked them skyward, drawing out more gasps, more yelps, of shocked surprise. Cinder’s head was still spinning as her legs were lifted skyward, until her feet pointed at the ceiling; and then more so when Ruby pushed down, capturing them effortlessly.

Calves thumped against her shoulders, which immediately bore forward alongside her body. Abs flexed into life, and tits wobbled as the girl sank down. She moved and rolled, capturing and pulling, drawing Cinder in beneath her - all while dragging her cock downward to grind it against a hot, wet slit. It was only after a stunned moment that Cinder understood, and it made her yelp.

A mating press, she thought dizzily. She’s mating pressing me?! T-the… a-audacity…!

But even her thoughts were dizzy and barely coherent. There was nothing to be done as Ruby took control of her, manhandling her effortlessly. She locked the taller, bustier villain into a smooth, lusty mating press, and pointed her cock down against her slit right away. Cinder should have felt shock, or fear, or aggravation, but instead felt a sort of weary appreciation for the girl.

No one did that to her. No one but Ruby. It was almost… nice.

“This is my favourite,” Ruby said huskily, her cock poised for entry. Her smiling face locked down onto Cinder, and the villainess felt herself shiver. “Let me show you.”

Ruby slammed down in a hard, forward arc, and crashed down powerfully and fitfully. She did so in one stroke, one messy thrust of passion, and Cinder could not help but squeal. It would not even matter how skilled the motion was: the fact was that the motion existed at all.That Cinder was so sensitive, so hyped up from what she’d just gone through, that her body was a bubbling mess of irrational emotions.

Having that cock hammer home again, crashing into her sticky, sodden, over-sensitive folds, was too much. It made her squeal violently in an instant, with the sensation washing through her head. It left her whimpering all at once, all at the same time, the sensations hot and potent. She whined out loud, the sound filling the room, while Ruby simply grunted in honest pleasure at what she was doing – loving it just as much as the others were.

Skin thudded against skin as Ruy unleashed herself, crashing down against soft, upturned thighs. Legs flopped as the blow crashed down so hard, so fast, that it was dizzying. Downright blinding, really, a sensation of pure firmness that rocked Cinder to her very core. Her eyes rolled up halfway into her skull from the sheer fervency of it, which washed out in hot dribbles. She whined and wheezed out, her breath contacting from her lungs, at the sheer overstimulation of it.

“Fffffuck,” Cinder wheezed, her brain spinning. The hardness plunged down, overstuffing her folds and utterly claiming her quim. It was absolutely insane, she knew that much. The feeling washed out and rocked through her, sending her into squirming, whimpering trembles. Her spine arched and her legs fluttered, but her entire body was so pinned that it simply did not matter. Ruby Rose had captured her.

The irony was not lost on her.

The cock buried itself in all the way to the hilt. The rubbery head kissed her womb again, and it blew Cinder’s mind twice over – just for the fact that it could get there, using her cervix as a sort of cushion. That hot, overwhelming press made her groan, but it was nothing compared to how full and stuffed she was. Every inch of that massive, meaty dick was lodged inside, pressing against every part of her, all at once – and even those big, heavy balls were lodged against her stuffed slit.

“I actually can’t get over how amazing you feel,” Ruby moaned out with enthusiasm. “I love it!”

She rolled forward, pressing her cock against squirming folds, and rubbing her body against upturned legs. She had Cinder totally captured, entirely helpless against her shaft. She was locked in place and stuffed, totally at the redhead’s mercy. Cinder could not even think about it, however. No thoughts came to her mind, nothing beyond the sudden overstimulation that came with being shoved so full of dick.

Cinder barely formed a coherent worked as it rolled and angled around, drawing and dragging out of her hot, wet slit. In a second, the shaft was tearing itself backward, drawing out with a wet squelch – an obscene noise of popping and squelching that was only indicative of how wet Cinder was. Ruby handled herself easily, downright effortlessly, as she extracted her thick girl-meat, pulling out in a way that was utterly blinding to feel. 

“Mmmfgh!” She moaned, the sound lurid and thick. Her head spun around as the shaft extracted itself at the behest of that powerful, hung body. She tried to keep her focus, to keep her mind on the reason she was there – that she was just trying to drain Ruby, to exhaust her, or something like that. She had a plan, right? She was there for a reason –

The cock slammed down again, fast and brutally abrupt. It made Cinder squeal all at once, and the sound was not just that of strain, but of honest, heady pleasure. She loved how it felt. The simple satisfaction of being stuffed up with big dick was glorious, and feeling someone that actually knew how to use such a fat cock was a pure delight. Few people could, and Ruby was now in the top one percent.

She might have been one of the best lovers Cinder ever experienced. It was a sobering, terrible thought, but true. The damned idiot dolt was just really, really good with her cock, and the way she shoved it down without a preamble was amazing. Cinder could not help but squeal as it plowed down into her core, impaling her in that single, furtive rush of action. The way that the head bashed and bumped against her slit, the way that it conquered her core, sent fuzzy sensations of bliss up into her head.

“Holy fucking shit!” Cinder gasped, the sound hoarse and weak. “You’re so – so fucking big!”

Ruby simply giggled at her words. She sounded pleased, as if that was all it was. To her, it was just another romp. For Cinder, it was something mind blowing. Her body trembled as the cock stuffed her up, rubbing against every single neat spot and sensitive point for long, lurid seconds. When Ruby pulled back, the friction of movement only set her off even more. Flutters ran along her fingers and toes, prompting curls and stabs of exertion.

“You’re taking my cock so well, Cinder, beautiful,” Ruby said huskily. “You’re so good at this. I love it.”

She arched her waist and pushed, grinding the fat dick deeper inside – rubbing agonizingly against her womb for one long moment of action before pulling back. The way she handled herself made Cinder’s mind shiver: feeling that much cock grind against her cunt even if its extraction was deliciously agonizing. Or, agonizingly delicious; one or the other, it did not matter. Feeling it move, rub against her, and angle around, was intense.

“Just – just stop talking and fuck me,” Cinder gasped in a hot, wheezy voice. “Just fucking – fuck!”

The cock again, swung down and around. Ruby’s body did it effortlessly. She hammered straight into her core, again pounding every last fat, throbbing inch of dick into her core. The head bumped and plowed against her womb, hitting it with a percussive force that sent Cinder into squeaks and squeals. Her body shuddered in the throes of it. 

“I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to,” Ruby laughed thickly. “You feel so amazing that it’s insane!”

Insane, fuck! Cinder whined internally. Her body shivered as ruby slammed down, crashing bodies together oh-so-deliciously-firmly. Pelvises met with smacks so potent that Cinder would not walk straight in the morning, and a taut, athletic body smacked against her upturned thighs in a way that left her legs wobbling. They remained tight and captured against Ruby’s shoulders, however, ensuring that the mating press remained.

Her feet sloppily bounced against the planes of the redhead’s face, but that did not matter. Nothing mattered, not as Ruby moved and swung and plowed her into that feral mating-press. To even lock her into a mating press at lal was insane, but that was just how it was: the girl nailing her like a common slut. It was insane. Cinder was sure it was. She wasn’t there to get fucked like a cheap slut – but she was loving it.

I have a plan, a plan, Cinder kept on repeating in a mantra. This is – this isn’t anything – fuck!

She cried out as Ruby hammered into her so strong, so fast, her hips working like a machine. The girl’s body rippled with athletic exertion each time she pumped, growing firmer and more taut with each flexible stroke. Her breasts bobbed, but that was a minor thing compared to the patina of flexing muscles. She was working herself powerfully, almost power-fucking Cinder into a stranger’s mattress -a nd she was damned well loving it.

“So good,” Ruby gasped. “I might fall in love with you, Cinder, if you feel this good.”

Down she went, hammering away at Cinder. The black-haired beauty bounced beneath her, shaking and rocking with each thrust. Her breasts, big and full and fluffy, wobbled about each time friction was applied. Momentum traveled over them in shape waves, turning them to rippling putty at Ruby’s hands. they did not stop jiggling, just as Ruby did not stop slamming and writing. She was a wild, feral animal, and Cinder, her mate.

Smack! Plap! Clap! Lewd sounds rang out, loud and clear. They washed through the room in an endless, heady chorus, drowning out any of Cinder’s thoughts. She couldn't even hear herself think. She tried to clutch onto the reason she was there at all, but it was starting to become more nebulous, lost in the face of orgasmic intensity. She felt her body heating up more and more, and t drove her wild.

“Fuck, Ruby!” Cinder gasped, crying at the top of her lungs. “Fuck! Yes!”

She grabbed hold of those slim shoulders and raked her nails along that pale backside. It did not do anything other than scratch, cutting lines into the skin at the behest of well-manicured nails. She clawed at that flexing spine as it helped to push and shove, hammering cockmeat down into her tight depths. She gasped more and more as it did so, her mouth parting, her tongue lolling, all in eye-rolling bliss.

“You’re loving it,” Ruby gasped. “I love it, too!”

Cinder wasn’t sure at what point she hit another peak, but she did. She really did. Her insides tightened, her body mounted with pressure, and then, again, she came around the thrusting pillar of meat. Another offering of juices to be churned to paste, another surge of wetness to wash out and spatter the shaft ahead. Bliss surged through her, flooding her head with pleasant, dazing thoughts – and she eagerly soaked them in like a woman starved of pleasure.

“So good,” she wheezed, “So damned good –“

“Yeah, I love it,” Ruby groaned. “I love the way you take my cock –“

“Fuck me, fuck me, yes,” Cinder wheezed, her mind bending and submitting to the sensations that coursed through her. the toe-twitching, limb-curling pleasure overwhelmed her, turning her mind to putty. “Don’t stop, don’t – fuck, faster, harder, f-fuck, fucking ruin me –“

She didn’t even know what she was saying. She truly did not care. She gasped as Ruby somehow picked up the pace, her hips rolling and moving with an even firmer, stronger passion. The way she crashed down was insane. The way that she thrust forward was impossibly intense. The downward blows, the heady, inward slams, were intoxicating and indulgent at the same time. 

“You can take me, right?” Ruby groaned out unexpectedly. Cinder didn’t get it, she did not understand the words, and she was beyond thinking straight.

She simply moaned in assent.

“This is a trick I learned,’ Ruby gasped out hotly. “You’re gonna – love it –“

Her voice sounded strained, too, but that did not stop her from picking up the pace. It did not stop her from ramming forward with even more strength, somehow, or pulling back with twice the energy. It did not stop from plowing her dick forward in a brutal thrust, or crashing down with feral intensity. She hammered into thighs so hard that Cinder was sure she would not walk for a week, which was to say nothing of the way her limbs bounced.

That didn't stop Ruby from moving faster, slamming harder, her hips rutting with impossible passion. Her body worked itself like it was doing something as simple as running on a treadmill, or something equally travail. With no effort at all, Ruby was starting to work ten inches of cock in and out at a blistering pace. Not just a few inches at a time, not half or a third, but ten full inches, nearly pulling out on each extraction, and going balls deep on each descent.

She was doing it as fast as a simple thrust of one or two inches. In instants, in seconds, she was ramming full inches of stiff dick into her core, and then pulling it back again. The sudden uptick in speed was beyond the pale – it was mind-melting. Cinder felt each thrust like it was a hammer-blow to her psyche, and her body loved it so much that she trembled in drool-inducing overstimulation. There were tears in her eyes, and she was sure that she was gasping. 

At first, it didn’t make any sense. Cinder had no way to track or rationalize the sudden uptick in speed, and could only gasp and groan as the cock came slamming down. Her body rocked as skin plapped against skin at twice the speed, with twice the force, of moments ago. The hard, powerful, downright feral shoves slammed down into her core, nailing her to the damned bed – fucking a Cinder-shaped hole into the mattress.

And in the haze of fucking, where Cinder’s mind swirled and buzzed with impossible, lurid heat, she slowly became aware of the reason. There were rose petals fluttering around Ruby’s body, bleeding off of her form like tiny wisp–like smoke, or smog, or curling steam. They were the signs of Ruby’s Sembelance, built for speed She had triggered her speed-powers, activated them solely, purely, to fuck Cinder senseless.

And that was enough to tip Cinder over the edge.

There was no other recourse, truly. It was not just about moving fast: the girl had triggered an ability meant for fast speeds and instant travel simply to fuck ten fat throbbing inches of dickmeat into a girl. She had Cinder captured, pinned, into a mating press, and each thrust was one of devastating power and speed. She hammered away at her, nailing with feral abandon, crashing and cramming and plowing Cinder’s brains out.

Cinder swore she felt them leaking from between her ears. She moaned and sighed and whined as the fat slab of a dick nailed her, reaming her out like nothing else before it. Hard, crashing strokes, intense, meaty pushes, nailing her like a damned toy. All she felt in those moments was the progress of the cock: not the individual, rolling thrusts, but the pleasurable fizzes of connection each time that it hammered and knocked against her womb.

Otherwise, everything was one blistering riot of speed, an endless series of gyrations that kept her head spinning. She moaned and groaned and whined and gasped as Ruby Rose covered her in that mating press, fucking her silly. Fucking her better than anyone ever had, in their entire life. The sex had been irrationally good before the Semblance activation; now, it was something that Cinder could never, ever hope to replicate.

Cinder was moaning, she knew that. She was spitting out hopeless words and phrases and gasps and moans and all sorts of other impossibly lurid things. She did not even know what she was saying from one moment to the next; half the time, the breath was being fucked out of her lungs, forced free in great contractions of blissful exertion. There was nothing else she could do but go along with the utterly dizzying, mind-numbing sex.

Her eyes went cross. Her mouth hung open. She was drooling and tearing up. Her body was a shaking, shivering mess, her breasts quivering in a wobbling fit, as Ruby went at her. And went to her. And went at her some more, each movement hard and fervent. The girl covered her dominantly and plowed her senseless. She took control, wrested it away, and used it to make Cinder feel better than any person ever had.

The woman was ecstatic. She was orgasmic. She was a moaning mess. Her fingers raked and clawed uselessly, clutching and scratching and squeezing and drawing lines across pale skin - to no success. Nothing she did changed things. She did not want it to change things. She simply bathed in the glorious glow of impossible sex that only Ruby Rose could hope to provide.

No one else could use their powers like that. No one else had an ability to trigger speed and ream her brains out. No one else could hook like that, leaving her gasping and moaning and wheezing. Ruby kept on going, for seconds, for what felt like minutes, hamming that throbbing spear of meat into Cinder’s core – and when another orgasm was so skillfully triggered, it seemed like just another notch on Ruby’s belt.

Cinder simply whined, bathing in it. And yet, Ruby moved hard, her face a tight mask of concentration, laced with wordless pleasure. She groaned and grunted and curled her hips,slamming down to make Cinder’s legs bounce against her shoulders. Her cock throbbed and pulsated more and more, widening and thickening out in bounds. It was a powerful beast, right on the cusp of release.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ruby groaned not even a second later, her voice itself vibrating from the speed of her Semblance. “I’m gonna cum –“

Cinder opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Nothing but a hot, hoarse whine. She did not tell Ruby to pull out, because she couldn’t. She didn’t tell her to be safe, she had not told her to use a rubber, she hadn’t done anything of the sort. She was positively locked into a certain creampie, and all she knew was that her body reached out for it desperately.

Ruby moaned. “Cinder!”

She slammed down hard, and for the final, blissful time. Every inch of her cock was lodged inside. The twitching head was pressed right up against a fluttering womb, matching the balls that were dead-set against a juicy slit every bit of it, holstered into her cunt. There was, for a moment, a single, powerful throb, an intense, muscular contraction of pure virility – one moment, and then, the meaty thing released itself like a beast let out of its cage.

Cum came out pouring, rushing in sudden, violent strings and ropes of pure thickness. The stuff crashed and curled into her pussy in an instant, drowning her in heat and warmth. It was so sudden, so fast, that it was blinding. A hot, creamy deluge that crammed into her at the speed of a damned freight train, dousing her in cream. Nothing but blissful warmth, a sensation that wracked her very skull.

Everything just went blank for her. It was the thickest, most powerful, gooiest creampie she’d ever gotten in her life. She couldn’t even remember the last creampie she’d ever gotten, hell. It just drowned her head, throwing her out for a loop. Anything fell away: time, space, ideas, everything that did not relate to the white-hot flood of ecstasy that came with being so damned full.

She felt it crashing into her, flooding her so deliciously. It slammed against her womb, and she was sure her body guzzled it up by the loadful. Hot, rich, creamy ropes of baby-batter, coating her over and stuffing her up all at once. Gooey dribbles churned and bubbled away inside of her, fighting for space against that huge prick; a deluge that did not stop.

Fuck! Cinder’s mind wheezed endlessly. It’s so… so.. So…!

“Ah,” Ruby groaned. She rolled her hips, letting her cock spurt out hotter, thicker loads of cum into Cinder. “That was great. Amazing, even! You’re so good at this, Cinder!”

Cinder groaned, her mind swirling in orgasmic, ecstatic, bliss.

“How was that for you?” Ruby asked, her face bright. At least, it might have been, had Cinder not been staring at stars right then. 

“So fucking good,” she groaned, her mouth moving on autopilot, her brain dredging up words without conscious thought. “You’re so good, Ruby…”

Ruby smiled down at her. “Yeahhhh, I thought so.”

Cinder kept on panting, her chest heaving. Her body was so stuffed, so hot; it felt amazing. She felt amazing. Had she ever felt so good before? Her mind was too blank to think straight, but she was not sure she had. That sex was mind blowing.

Ruby let out a breath and raked her short, red hair out of her face. “Soooo… Do you wanna go back to the party, or, like, stay here a bit more…?”

Cinder simply gasped. “You can… still… go?”

Ruby chuckled. “Mhm! I usually go for three or four rounds, yeah.”

Cinder heaved in breaths to fill her emptied lungs. She felt like she was supposed to be doing something. She was there for a reason, right? She had a plan? Something like that. She was - yes, she was supposed to be leaving, she was on a time limit… or something.

Time? Time. There’s time, Cinder thought. Yeah, yeah, there’s time. 

“Sure,” Cinder said hoarsely, her body shivering in delight. “Maybe… another round…”

Ruby grinned down at her, and Cinder felt her heart thud.

“You know,” Ruby Rose groaned out, “I think we’re going to miss the party…”

Party? What party? Cinder thought scornfully. Who cares about some fucking party?

Cinder certainly did it, and she made her position clear on the matter. She did not do so with words, of course; she could not speak around the dick in her mouth whatsoever she was too busy slurping on the tip, on the mouth-watering inches below it, to care about something like speaking. She wouldn’t trade menial words for more time with Ruby’s fat slab of a dick between her lips, that was for sure.

She made her distaste for such a question known by simply gurgling with discontent, letting the vibrations of her lips carry her meaning forward. Of course, all it really seemed to do was make Ruby moan even more, but that, too, was pleasant. Cinder was starting to seriously love Ruby’s reactions to her. The redhead was an open book, and that was a true delight to relish in.

Cinder could see everything on her face, each miniature tick and shift. She loved it. There was honesty there, and Cinder was sorely starved of that. She’d been experiencing it for over a full hour, now, getting used to each of Ruby’s ticks, each of her responses, all of her praiseful words and moans. The girl was so earnest, and for once, it felt good to listen to that sort of thing.

It felt good to simply feel good. As moronic as Cinder knew it was, letting Ruby rail her brains out for about an hour had reduced her down to pleasurable paste. She was almost broken in, and she loved it. Her body, all naked, was sticky with cum and drenched in sweat; glistening, sloppy, and sticky all the way around, but she loved it. Her friction-reddened flesh was a delight, especially when she put it to the task of pleasing that dick.

“It’s been a few hours at least,” Ruby mused. “I think - I didn’t even tell my friends where I was going…”

‘I don’t care’, Cinder tried to say, but all she actually did was gurgle around the cock she slurped upon. Though her mouth was only really filled with the head and the inch below it, that was enough to stuff her and stop her from doing anything more. It was simply that large, and as good as it felt in her mouth, it almost felt even better between her tits.

Sure, she didn’t actually feel anything from the cock lodged between her tits, but for some reason, the idea of having it rub and slide against her bare, naked skin was delightful. Maybe it was the idea of shamelessly pouring out her pleasures on another person, the concept of selfless service to another, that got her off. Either way, she was wet as fuck, and that translated into a tight press of her hands.

 She squashed the big, heavy prick between her pumped-up tits, lodging it in a tight seal of skin. She bounced them up with an effortless twist of her wrists, and delighted in the feeling of breastflesh grinding against a hard, stiff, lubed-up shaft. Juices and saliva and cum all bubbled up as one, dribbling through the length of her cleavage. It poured around, but Cinder did not care about how sloppy it was. 

Sloppy only meant easier movement, and that, really, was all Cinder thought about and cared for. The feeling of the cock rolling, sliding, between her tits made her mouth water; it was a huge thing that her own chest could barely capture properly, and she loved it. She had never once thought in her entire life she would love a cock as much as she was, but right then, it was her entire world. Nothing else really mattered.

Nothing else made her feel that good. Not revenge, not Salem, not anything. Ruby was a god with that dick. Hell, Cinder felt bad for blowing her off so many times: she could have been dating and nailing that woman for weeks, but she’d been a fool. Now, she had to make up for it. Every last throbbing, sordid inch of it.

“Ah… but gosh, I don’t think I can dance anymore, not like this,” Ruby half-groaned, half-chuckled. “You’re just… too good with those lips, baby girl.”

Cinder’s spine prickled. Her mouth moaned, offering hotter, sluttier noises up to the air. She shuddered and sank down, slurping on the tip, lovingly washing it over in heat. At the same time, her hands brought her big tits up the cock, drawing the smooth, slick flesh against inch after inch. Everything squished into place, forming a wonderful seal of pressure to caress the shaft with. Ruby was groaning, happy with the titfuck-blowjob combo.

The fact that Cinder was titfucking her at all would have been ludicrous just that very morning, but at that point, she didn’t even think. She simply moved. She squished her breasts down and dragged them along the cock, caressing it in a soft seal of squishy flesh. She drew up and pulled around, caressing inch after inch, turning previously-deposited saliva into fresh lube that bubbled and churned about the seal of her cleavage.

Her mouth slobbered over it at the same time, working at it in tandem. She offered more drool to the mix as she all but salivated across it, creating messy heaps that washed down from her lips. It bubbled and drooled and ran down in long, thick lines, painting her own cleavage over in yet more degrading wetness. She didn't care one bit, not with the cum-glazing over her breasts already; it was just another note of lewdness in the torrid love affair.

“Those tits…” Ruby sighed happily. “I just love them, Cinder. They’re sooooo good for fluffing me up…”

Her soft sounds of approval washed out thickly. She groaned and sighed as Cinder rapaciously went down on her cock, her mouth dropping and slurping, drawing up the meaty thing with self-pleasure. Her hands grabbed at her tits and pushed, sending them slipping against the hardness - bouncing them across inches and inches of saliva-glazed meat. She stroked it off with her body, simply because she wanted to.

Nothing more, and nothing less. She brought her tits up, and she dropped her tits down in mesmerizing sweeps. She sent them trailing and rolling against the iron-hard pillar of girldick, and felt a strange flush run through her each time. She brought them down to the sound of squelching saliva, then thudded their fleshy undersides into Ruby’s lap. The blow was soft, less than the clapping of her ass, but no less potent for it.

“Gorgeous,” Ruby groaned. “Beautiful…”

Cinder salivated over her cock, drowning it in warmth. Her tits bobbed up and down at the same time, rolling and sliding across the heavy thickness. She enjoyed how it felt, despite the lack of real pleasure on her bed. It just felt good to make Ruby feel good. A dick like that deserved it. The fact that it was still hard after… what seemed like hours was incredible. It was inhuman. Ruby might as well have been a damned Grimm, and it would have felt the same.

“So good,” Ruby moaned. She stared with honest appreciation as Cinder sent her tits rolling against the cock, bobbing and bouncing them up and down. She drew them up, then moved them down, rolling and stroking with lavish, loving intent. While doughy flesh caressed, her mouth slurped and suckled on the few inches above, double-worshipping the best cock she’d ever had in her life.

Cinder thought about nothing else. The desire to please, and the ache between her legs, was enough. She knew she was not going to walk in the morning. She knew she was not going to walk for the entire week. She did not care. She bounced her tits, stroking it with her breasts, and fluffed it up with her mouth. Hot, wet suckles, and deep, slurping squelches echoed out, each one more depraved and more perverse than the last one.

“You’re the sexiest girl ever, I swear,” Ruby praised, and it made Cinder’s spine shiver happily. “You’re so good at this sort of stuff, wow…”

Cinder wasn’t even sure what she was doing at all besides honest, instinctual movement. She sent her tits sliding up until they caressed the heavy tip, the peaks caressing her descending chin - and then drawing right back down, rolling until they thudded against Ruby’s lap. They jiggled softly each and every time, wobbling in the throes of enthusiasm.

The cock pulsated and throbbed against her cleavage, and it twitched across her lips. That made Cinder moan even more, the sound hot and thick and wet. She drooled more and more as she bobbed and slurped, truly, utterly worshipping the heavy prick. Tits squished and compressed, turning it all into the most lurid, most insensate massage she could manage.

Dark hair bobbed as she moved, fluttering along her shoulders and over her chest. Wetness bubbled up more and more, dripping from her mouth and squelching all along her cleavage. It was the messiest thing she’d ever done, and it was all for Ruby Rose: for her, and for her cock. Cinder would never have done that normally, but there was nothing normal about it. She simply went for it, and remained unable to do anything more.

“That’s it, Cinder,” Ruby coaxed happily. “Just - some more, like that, yeah… fuck, you’re so good…”

Cinder preened as she slurped and suckled and titfucked the cock. She felt it throb more and more, twitching with arousal. It was going to cum, she knew that. She did not hesitate to go for more. She knew that Ruby would not soften from just that, and she could keep on going like a machine. Senselessly, insanely, she kept on sucking and bouncing her breasts, just to go for more.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ruby sighed out, right on the cusp. “I think it’d be really hot if you let me paint your face!”

Cinder did not even hesitate. She whipped herself off it, drawing away with a hot, wet slurp, and drew back with a gush of saliva pouring from her lips. Hot, thick ropes of drool still connected her to the tip of the cock even as she sent herself swinging away, and they webbed out in long strings of wetness that arched and hung down.

But that didn’t matter. Cinder continued to fondle her tits against the cock, trapping them in place and rubbing it for just a bit more. She stroked, and bounced, and gently wobbling, while staring down at the twitching, angry head. Her eyes were glued to it. She panted as she stared, her pleasure and her libido so hot that it was insane. She was inflamed. She wanted Ruby - every last bit of her.

“Dust!” Ruby yelped, and jerked her hips up. She pumped it just a bit more into that snug cleavage, and then, but a second later, throbbed in climatic glee. The first jet of seed came out in a manner akin to a volcanic eruption: fast, violent, and deadly. The first string of seed smashed against Cinder’s face with the weight of a slap, but she did not mind it in the least. 

She moaned for it, like some shameless whore. She gasped happily as cum started to pump out and shoot across her face, slamming across cheek and chin, nose and forehead, stitching over once-pristine flesh to paint her over. At that point, though, Cinder was beyond caring. Her face was a mess, with runny lipstick and blotchy makeup. Her eyeliner and eyeshadow were ruined messes, her lipstick was smeared, and her hair was all mussed.

Adding cum to the mixture was an improvement, really - or so she told herself. It really did not matter, not as ropes of that sticky, gooey stuff landed across her face, painting her and marking her with Ruby’s release. She panted as it happened, prompting a few strings to land against her tongue. The taste alone made her moan, as if she was hooked on it or broken on it. It just felt, and tasted, incredible.

A rope ran along her cheek, and another across her chin, there to dangle down heavily. Another hit her naked cleavage, coating it over with sloppy wetness. One ran along her eye, instinctively prompting her to close it. She did not mind. She heaved as the cock twitched and exploded between her tits, coating her over in wetness - and she lavished in it. 

“Amazing, you’re amazing, Ruby,” Cinder panted, her voice all hot and desirous.

Ruby panted herself, but her cock, even when it finished blowing its load, did not abate. It was still a rock-hard pillar between Cinder’s tits, now slowly leaking cum down the pillar and over her tits. She smiled, though, totally pleased, and reached out to brush dark hair away from Cinder’s face.

“Thanks, beautiful,” the girl said huskily. “You’re the best.”

“No,” Cinder breathed hard. “You are…”

But she only gazed at the cock. The cum on her face made her feel sloppy, but also warm; nice, snug, and warm. She idly moved her hands, squeezing her tits, playing with them softly. It stroked the cock at the same time, and the massaging gyrations made Ruby sigh pleasantly. 

“Awwww, thanks.” Ruby beamed at her. “So… hey, do you wanna come up and sit on my lap?”

The redhead patted her thighs and indicated her cock. She was asking for a ride, and Cinder couldn’t even try to resist. She did not want to. She simply slipped up, moving over her thighs, immediately jumping up and straddling her lap. It was all to Ruby’s laughing approval, because the girl was simply delighted. She was having the time of her life, nothing more, nothing less. No plans, no motives, just sex.

“Of course, of course,” Cinder panted as she got on top and straddled the fat cock. She already felt a longing for it, and wanted it inside of her cunt so badly. “I’d love to -”

“That’s why you’re the best,” Ruby gushed, and grabbed her hips hard. She pulled Cinder down, and the woman moaned as she pressed down onto the cock. “You know what, Cinder?”

“What?” Cinder gushed as she sank down on the cock, happily burying it into her snug snatch once more. 

“I think we should totally see each other after this,” Ruby told her. She squeezed her hips before moving around to her ass, cupping it in a way that Cinder had always wanted it to be cupped. “Date and stuff!”

What was I even doing here? Cinder thought to herself. 

“I’ll fucking marry you for this cock,” Cinder all but growled, now just moaning as she filled herself up with cock. “Just don’t fucking stop!”

Ruby laughed with delight. “Wow, okay! Sure! You are so cool, Cinder.”

Cinder just moaned and started to bounce her body once more, riding Ruby’s dick for the second time that night: her tits bouncing in front of her face, her ass thudding into her lap, her body a canvas for the redhead to indulge in. Cinder, too, indulged in her amazing dick and virility, happily partaking in the lewdness. Nothing else mattered to her: not the Beacon Ball, not the dance, not her teammates. Her plan didn’t matter. She didn’t even remember that it existed.

…Doesn’t matter, Cinder concluded. I’m sure it wasn’t important. Fuck, I’m not letting anyone snatch this girl away from me!

It might not have been the night she planned for, but it was the happiest Cinder had been in years - and that was all that mattered.