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"Slow down babe, I'm a bit rusty –ngh-haven't had any in a while, might be over soon–agh-if you don't," Enjin stuttered through heavy breaths, hands fisting the sheets.
Kyoka, the Kyoka Nijiku, captain of the Red Horns division of the Hell Guards, Zanka’s older sister; straddling him.
Crimson hair swishing, hips undulating, heavy jacket shrugged off on the chair besides the bed "Shut your mouth, the only good thing you have besides that pretty face of yours and charming words is this-" she ran a hand between them, feeling his hard cock under the thin gown, it twitched at the light touch.
"Oh, but you love this mouth of min–" she doesn't let him finish, hips dipping, wine-lipstick lips crashing over his. Even through her trousers, he could feel the heat enveloping him, the nice pressure and friction made him want to buck back.
But Kyoka made sure to keep him pinned in place with her other hand, long nails digging at his hip bone. She wasn't here just to give, she was here to take. Shallowly thrusting on him, dragging their fronts. It's been ages since a woman has done this to him, it is always quick, cut to the chase and to the main event.
Here? There was no main course, not with the Nijiku in charge. All he could do was to hold on tight.
She'll ride him to oblivion for sure, no matter if he finished or not, the captain of the Red Horns wouldn't give a shit about leaving him high and dry.
"Ngh, fuck this is so good–" He holds on to the pillow, hisses through bared teeth.
"See? Those are better than your viperine words, keep whining like that, I might take pity on you." She spreads a hand on his chest, slides it under the gown, grabbing, squeezing. Takes Enjin's left hand, guides it to her own chest where he knows what to do. Fondles and gropes over her uniform, quite dazzled by the ample cleavage showing. He'd be running his teeth on that pale milky skin if it didn't mean bleeding out again...
Had to content with being Kyoka's lap dog for now. "Mmm, like my hollering girl? All of you love a noisy man, but I also like mine loud.” He pads a finger over her nipple, even through the padding, can tell they're rock hard.
Just like his cock is. He wants the woman beneath him again, moaning and gasping for more–maybe that's what pissed her off the most, that he made her as much of a blabbering mess as she made him.
Enjin knows she would have a hand around his neck right now if it wasn't for the gash across it, but he loved riling the captain up, loved how it made her drive and press harder on him, a grunt is as far as she gets but that makes him stir nonetheless. He goes from clutching the sheets to holding on to her ass and hip, both hands now occupied.
"You always like feeling in control, don't you?" Icy eyes stare him down, a glimpse of control slipping when he rolls his hips only to get pinned back down. Kyoka wanted him leashed, well behaved; things she couldn't get away with in the past, to tame the rebellious blond from the Cleaners.
"And you–mmh-always want too much of it–ah—" Enjin rasps, eyes screwed, painted nails boring into her backside as Kyoka answers with a long drag. He was perfectly slotted between her thighs, hot; the red-haired clamps around him, wriggles, frots against him like it's her personal mission to see him break.
And well, she gets it. Enjin growls, shuddering, head back, the hand around her chest is now squeezing at her arm–a way to warn her that he's well over the edge, coming long and hard with shaky breaths, "Throbbing so hard just from a woman grinding on you?–pathethic." She huffs without any real bite, her own eyes fluttering shut, burying herself on him, hips rocking slowly, she's enjoying the thuds and twitches.
"Ngh–say what you want but you're the one getting off to it." He choked back on a whimper, already getting sensitive, bares some of it; he's a gentleman like that.
"Hmph. Since your prick isn't of any use to me anymore, get those hands busy." She flicks the bang out of her eye, already taking him by the wrist.
"Fuck, might get to ride it again soon, you're so wet." Enjin purrs to her, the woman purposefully dragging a nail near the IV piercing his skin, "Ouch–ouch, It's a compliment!"
"Less talk. I don't need any of your sugary praises." She mutters but he doesn't miss the rosy tint to her cheeks. Enjin’s fingers trail from the inner side of her thigh, thumb following the seam of her pants, traces over her center; a hitch on Kyoka’s breath tells him he's right on the target. Rubs tight circles around that bit, pupils flicker up towards her. The red-headed’s nibbling at her bottom lip, trying to contain the noises.
The Giver clicks his tongue, “You'll ruin the makeup, come on kitten, lemme hear you purr.” Enjin flirts with a sassy grin.
“You'll be hearing me roar if you don't stop that incessant baying."
“Aw come on, just one little mewl and I'll shut my trap, promise.” A blatant lie of course.
“Maybe, if you do a good enough job, you can coax one out of me.” She shoves the blond’s large hand firmly in-between her legs, keeping that thumb in place, hips canting back and forth; Enjin continues the circling motion, skin sliding effortlessly on wool. Rest of his fingers cup and knead her crotch, the damp fabric there making them slick. Kyoka’s movements are, ever so slightly, losing finesse; her arousal growing.
He can see her chest expanding and contracting more rapidly, lips slowly parting and eyes now fully closed in nothing else than pure bliss. She's trembling, subtle, there's a groan and muscles contracting. Enjin decides to behave, tongue darts across his lips in delight at the sound. Works her up, keeping pace, swiping up and down, contouring circles; her clit pulses under the pad of his thumb, warmth trickles through his fingers.
A broken sigh and Kyoka sits back on his legs, sweeping her hair back. He continues to give her attention, getting adorable quakes from her until the woman slaps his hand away. “Enough, brute.”
“That was sooo hot.” He says, giving his fingers a lick to get a little taste, “Salty”. The giver smirks.
“Oh, better lick each one of them clean.” She glances down, disgruntled at the wet splotch on Enjin’s gown. “I'll hand you a new one.”
“Leaving already commander?” He caresses her thigh with a pout.
“Keep licking.” She utters firmly. Enjin focused on it, becoming a bit too engrossed on the task and putting on a sort of display.
“Tastes great, I would love to have you sitting on my face, get it from the source.”
“You're hopeless." She huffs.
“No, I'm horny, there's a difference. Come on, Miss Nijiku, some sympathy for this poor bastard.” He pumps his fist in a crude gesture, “Those lips would look so good around it.”
“Around your limp dick?” Kyoka scowls, offended at the suggestion. Her, going down on this simpleton!?
“S’ not anymore.” He wiggles.
“I am not.” She scoffs.”But if you truly want more, I'd gladly do something else.” Kyoka stares to the side and he follows the direction of her gaze; Umbreaker propped against the wall.
“You Givers are obsessed with your special items aren't you? How would you like it if we took that connection further, Cleaner.”
“Kyoka–
“it’s Commander Nijiku to you. Open up your gown and roll on to your side.”
“Be…” he gulps, “Be gentle with her.” Enjin blushes bright pink, flipping on to his right.
“You are into it. You Givers truly sicken me. Will say, I'll enjoy myself hearing you beg.” She retrieves one glove and a bottle of medical grade lubricant from a cabinet nearby, “I'll make this clear, I will only be careful with you because you're an injured man. Would rather not clean another pool of blood off my floors.” She states, glove snapping around her wrist.
“So considerate commander kyoka.”
Her brow twitches at the mockery, tugging up roughly on his robe to expose his behind and nethers. “Woah, so rough, just how I like em’.” he replies, sliding his briefs down both legs and out of the way.
“Wouldn't like it that much if I chose to finger you dry now would you?” Her nose wrinkles in annoyance. Honestly, the blond was lucky she spared him for his looks and way with the words.
“Sorry. No ma'am –eek!” He shrieks, finger plunging into his hole, drenched in lube. “Cold!”
“Quit carping, I'm sure you've taken it up the ass before haven't you?” She wriggles the finger in him, locating and nudging the tip against the lump there, pulling a whine from Enjin. “Lucky for you, I still know how to please a man.” she adds with a satisfied grin.
“Is this–nnh—how I find out about you've been finger-blasting dudes?” Enjin’s back arches, toes curling.
“You got it wrong skirt-chaser, I already knew how when we met. You simply weren't around long enough to find out.” She marks her words with a second finger going in, upper body tipping over the blond, left hand closing in around the tip of his dick, rubbing and kneading at it. He jolts and jerks with choked moans, not expecting such intense stimulation from both ends.
“This will get you to open up.” Kyoka spreads her fingers, stretching and loosening his hole, retreats and then shoves them back in, thrusting in time with the movements of her palm.
“Ky–” Enjin squirts into her palm, which she then takes away, watching as more precum streaks the sheets.
“Not yet. This is merely the prelude.” The redhead feels him constricting around her fingers, a hair trigger away from climax.
“Ah,” he tries to take it upon his own hand, but she swats him off, “I wouldn't try that if I were you, giver.”
It's a warning. One that works. Enjin’s tattooed hand goes up to grip at the pillow, hips snapping and cock thudding. Kyoka isn't pulling them out yet though, she keeps poking and probing at the swelled gland, sensitive nerve endings firing up like mad make him lightheaded; suspended at the heights of arousal.
Then he's empty. The fingers pop out, leaving his hole gaping and pulsing. “Puh-put them back—in.” He pleads, shame lost alongside his inhibitions.
“I'll fill you back up again soon...” Kyoka rasps out, amused that the blond has forgotten what her initial suggestion was all about. Wipes her hand on the bedding, she'll need a secure grip for this, not wanting to give the Cleaner another reason to bitch about.
She examines the white umbrella with a frown. What was so special about it? Just ordinary, worn and broken. Fingers grasp and inspect the ferrule; metal was smooth with no indents, length was just perfect to reach deep enough.
Gave it a good once-over to be sure nothing could scratch or tear on skin; Kyoka was assertive but not barbaric. While she wanted suffering for the blond, she wasn't seeking to kill him. Not in such a manner at least, wouldn't do the captain's reputation any good.
“I don't see the appeal.” She states dryly while anointing the umbrella’s end with lube.
“That's–because you're not a giver.” he grunts into the pillow, watching Kyoka on the side. Enjin was aware she wouldn't do anything to his beloved, not to his vital instrument at least; anyone testy enough to get on the organization's bad side…that was another story.
“Neither do I want to become one of you maniacs. It's enough that you seduced my brother into that quackery of yours, I'd rather kill myself. The woman sneers, lining up the ferrule.
Enjin quakes at the icy metal poking at his hole, speaks through choppy breaths, “All of us aren't like that–” he inhales, tip slipping in slow, “All prepotent and–mmh” it's fully seated in him.
“Enough of you are. Going about believing to be the better breed.” Kyoka twists the umbrella, taking it out barely, just what's needed to adjust the angle and get the end of the tube to nudge at the bump. Jolts of hot pleasure travel from the flaxen-haired’s spine from every tap and stab.
He writhes on the sheets, moaning hushed, sobbing louder wherever the crimson-headed struck that clump of nerves. “Mmh-ah, fuck yes, get it in there, so good—it’s–mngh,” Enjin garbles, delirious.
“Didn't imagine you'd be this debouched.” She says, amused. “Being fucked by your own object, whining and pleading; a sight for sore eyes.” Kyoka smirks, very content with the results. Pulling it out whole to then thrust it in.
“Aah–” Enjin trembles into yet another whole body orgasm, dribbling between his thighs and on the bed.
“A messy mongrel, squirting just from that.” She goes through the motion again, driving the rod to its very base. Kyoka’s idle hand slides over his chest, squeezing a handful of his right pec, massaging it in time to the short thrusts from the umbrella. Having the red-haired towering over him like this only made his blood pump harder.
“Oh boy, such colorful words from a distinguished lady like that—
“Don't–” Kyoka grins wickedly at him, fingers now tangled in his ruffled curls, lips inches from his ear, “–pretend to be a prude now. We both know you're liking every single thing I say.” touché
Enjin groans deep, neck craned, insides contracting around the metallic tip, erupting at Kyoka’s roughness and grittiness to her words; she's just as turned on as he is, they slept together enough times for him to know.
Enjin’s panting, trying to make the room stop spinning, he's more doped from this than the concoction coursing through his veins.
“Rub it. Let's get this over with.” She stands upright, those fingers do trace down his neck, over the left shoulder and back around his chest, but thumb and pointer now pinch at the protruding nipple.
“I know how–” Enjin exhales shaky, “Wet you are from it-heck I'd throw you on this bed and go at it all night.” His legs are glistening with the colorless spent from his previous releases, which the blond scoops with his fingers, using it to stroke his half-hard cock while the ruddy-haired steadily penetrates him with the object.
“Think that's how it would go? Get off that high horse, you'd be riding me.”
“You-nh-have a strap? Holy hell–” Enjin’s wrist twists, he's already throbbing with the mental image.
“Maybe if you beg me enough we can make arrangements.” Kyoka tugs on his nipple, fingertips teasing and pressing it in. The Giver slowly gets more and more worked up, fist gliding on himself. Unable to keep his legs or hips still.
“Nhh—close–deeper, fuck Kyoka, please I need just a bit more—” he keens.
“Don't be ridiculous, It can't go in deeper, you imbecile.” The commander withdraws the metallic point out, with just a fourth of an inch left, she impels him with it, making sure no visible part of the ferrule is out. That shakes Enjin to his core, the man moans, drawn-out, hushed; hand on his length jerks and he comes; pale rivulets absorbing into the sheets, hole pulsing, feet outstretched, eyes glassy.
Enjin trembles through the dwindling bliss, a coldness rushing his backside as Kyoka slides out, knocking a whimper out his lips at the hollowness.
The burn of antiseptic tickles his nostrils as the blond recovers; it's Kyoka wiping up the end of the umbrella. He lays there, sweaty and sticky, nothing really hurt past the wound on his neck and a hint of an ache around his rear.
“Egh!—what!?” Enjin jumps at the feel of cold cream being dolloped on his hole;
“Stop being a baby, I'm not about to tell my nurses to do this. Dress yourself,” she orders him, dropping a towel and a clean gown in front of the blond. “I'll get them to change the sheets and help you get on the new gown, tell them you pissed yourself or something, that's none of my business.”
Enjin flips on to his back, tugging up his underwear and closing his gown, the dampness around his front makes him squirm; he'll ask for another pair of briefs too. His eyes then focus on the red-head who's checking everything is as it was, “Gonna run off? Don't want nothin’ for all that! It was quite the session after all.”
His hand nestles between her legs, heel of his palm pressing forwards, it does make Kyoka falter and breath to cut before she grapples at his wrist, painfully so, “I won't hesitate to break it.” She spits.
“Ngh–now come on darling, I just want to return the favor, that's all.” His brows burrow with a weary smile.
“You will. But I'll choose the when and how.” She lets go with a growl.
“Oh? I'm flattered captain, you really did mean it! can't wait.” His eyes glint, giving her a flirty smile.
“Oh but you will. I have a long list of duties to attend to. Unlike a certain bunch.” She says, sliding an arm through the sleeve of her coat.
“Hey! We Cleaners do a lot of the dirty work around here.” He huffs, slumping on the pillow.
“You little punks only scratch the tip of the boulder.” Kyoka rolls her eyes.
“Is little Zan-Zan included there ma'am? He jests, brows fluttering.
Too far
The glare he gets makes his skin crawl and temples sweat, “Sorry ma'am…” he mumbles, head low.
“Have to say, you're unfortunately too much of a bad influence little Sphereite of yours.” She mentions before going out the door.
Enjin laces his fingers over his chest, resting his eyes with a sigh. Turns his head towards Umbreaker, glad to find his partner at the same spot, unharmed. Despite hating givers to the core and disliking him, Kyoka wasn't unmannerly with it.
He was glad to be on the Hell Guard’s ‘good side’.
“Aw man…could really use a good smoke after that…” he murmurs.