Marshall dropped his full weight, crushing her into the mattress, her succulent breast smothered by his chest. His cock nestled between her lower lips, sliding back and forth in the slick mess she'd made, coating his length in her juice. His mouth crashed into hers, just teeth and tongue and the taste of chaos.
Raven's tongue tangled with his in a wet, frantic duel, feeling the ridge of his crown catch her sensitive nub again and again. She writhed under him, thighs trembling. Every grind of his hips sent another bolt of raw pleasure straight to her core; her pussy fluttered, drooled, ached to be filled.
She locked her ankles behind his back, heels digging into the flex of his ass, urging him closer, deeper, anywhere he'd fucking give her. Her nipples scraped against his chest hair, stiff and aching. When his tongue fucked her mouth in the same rhythm as his cock, she shattered into shivers, moaning like a bitch in heat, utterly lost.
Her nails raked down his back, then dug into the hard flesh of his ass, kneading, pulling, worshiping the warmth of the First Man. Her crush, her obsession, was finally real and scalding between her thighs.
Marshall drowned in the kiss, tongue plunging deeper to chase that taste. Fuck, new taste.
Raven poured across his tongue like chilled champagne laced with heat, crisp bubbles of sweetness popping into gentle, lingering spice that made his cock throb harder against her slit. He could drink her forever, but he still wanted more.
He tore his mouth free and dragged it down the column of her throat, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise blue skin violet. Lower still, hands cupping those cloud-like breasts, thumbs circling the tight violet peaks before he shoved them together, grunting like a beast at the plush weight spilling over his fingers.
"Time for some blueberries," he rasped, and latched onto one stiff bud with a wet, greedy suck.
"Ahh!" Raven arched off the bed with a broken cry, back bowing as his cock dragged over her clit in one slick glide. The dual assault: hot mouth tugging her nipple, thick shaft grinding her swollen folds, snapped something inside her.
Pleasure detonated low in her belly, a sharp, rolling wave that crashed through her pussy in pulsing spasms. Her thighs clamped, juices gushing over his cock in a hot flood, every muscle locking as she came. Her eyes squeezed shut, toes curling in those white thigh-highs.
"More! Yes! Harder!" she gasped with raw need. "Oh, it feels like… you'll rip me… apart! Please do!"
Marshall felt the last flutter of her climax kissing his shaft, and he growled with ravenous hunger.
He slid down her trembling body. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the velvet blue of her belly, tongue dipping into her navel, then over the cool metal of the skull belt. Lower, nuzzling the faint crimson bush, inhaling the thick, intoxicating scent before his mouth finally closed over that perfect, leaking purple pussy.
After one long, filthy lick from the entrance to the clit, his tongue dove in like a man possessed.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Raven went feral, hips bucking wildly, thighs snapping around his head like a trap.
She ground her slick folds against his face, smothering him in wet heat, smearing her juices across his cheeks, his nose, his grinning mouth. Years of fantasies exploded behind her eyes. The First Man, eating her like she was his last meal, and she rode his tongue with shameless, worshiping frenzy, every nerve screaming in bliss.
Marshall attacked her cunt with unhinged greed, tongue lengthening, slithering deep into her clenching cunt, curling and thrusting. He lapped at her walls, drank her flood, and groaned into her folds until the vibrations had her shrieking.
She felt him everywhere. That wicked tongue was somehow curling deeper, slithering further, teasing depths no cock could reach. It fluttered against velvet insides without stretching her wide, just pure, maddening pleasure. Like a tendril with a mind of its own, it relentlessly teased and prodded the entrance of her womb.
Her hands fisted his hair, yanking hard. "Yo–you're touching my soul with that tongue. Yess— drink me until I'm empty! Fuck!"
Marshall rose slick-chinned, lips grinning. He moved back on top of her, his cock aligning perfectly with her leaking core.
Scklap!
In one brutal thrust, his cockhead parted her flushed folds, spearing through slick heat completely. He buried himself balls-deep in a single stroke.
Her pussy clamped around him like a wet glove. Skin-tight, no air, no mercy, just wet, pulsing perfection swallowing every inch.
"Home fucking run!" he groaned, staring at the obscene sight of her cunt stretched wide, flushed dark, gripping him like it was born for this.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Harder!" Raven demanded, raw and desperate.
Marshall hooked his arms under her knees, folding her in half until her ankles framed her ears. He shoved higher, palms sliding to cup her face, thumbs pressing under her chin, fingers splayed over flushed cheeks. Her tits squeezed between stockinged thighs, white fabric stark against blue skin.
He rammed down. Over and over.
"Unngh—so deep, you're… splitting me! I love it! Deeper!" she wailed, eyes rolling back, pussy spasming wildly.
Plap! Smack! Plap!
Marshall's hips snapped harder, balls slapping her ass with wet echoes.
"Fuck, Raven—you're made for this! Best blue goddamn cunt!" He roared, a primal, earth-shaking bellow as his balls drew tight.
Thick ropes of molten seed jetted into her folded, helpless body, pumping her womb full in heavy, scorching gushes that overflowed instantly. Creamy white virility bubbled back, dribbling in sticky rivers down her asscrack, soaking the sheets. It stood out stark, white on her blue flesh.
He didn't stop, he rutted through his spill like a beast, grinding his pulsing cockhead against her deepest walls, thrusting every last drop deeper until her pussy was a drowning, clenching swamp of his essence.
"NO! I wanted to taste it!" Raven wailed, voice cracking with desperate hunger, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.
"And you fucking will! Drink the damn juice!" Marshall snarled back.
Squelch!
He yanked out, her purple pussy gaping, flushed, dark, and ruined, leaking his thick cream in glossy strands that stretched and snapped.
He slid on his knees to her side, fat cock dangling heavy near her flushed face, still throbbing, veins angry and slick. Grinning, he hooked one stocking-covered thigh high, holding her wide open. Then, he fisted her crimson hair, wrenching her head up until her yellow eyes locked on the obscene view. Her own cunt, drooling his seed, twitching like it missed him already.
"Suck it with a view," he growled and slapped his cock across her heaving breasts, leaving pearly trails smeared over those jiggling blue swells.
"Ummmmh!" Raven moaned, hair yanked taut, gaze glued to her leaking pussy as her neck leaned forward and stuffed his cock into her mouth.
Glrk! Slurp! Ghk! Ghk!
A symphony of filth, loud, sloppy, throat-stretching savagery spilled from her lips.
She rammed him down to the hilt in one greedy plunge, lips stretching thin around his girth, nose smashed flat against sweat-matted pubes. That brutal, musky reek slammed her brain, sweat-laced cock and salty batter.
"Umph! Ghk…Hrrk!" She gagged violently, coughing hard as spit bubbled and frothed around the seal of her lips, rolling down her chin. Eyes rolled back white, aroused tears rolled down her blue cheeks in hot streaks, but she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.
Marshall gave tiny thrusts, his fist tightening in her hair like a leash. "Fuck, look at you, blue girl! Ghh… That sapphire skin smeared in my cream? Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen!"
Her face twisted each time he bottomed out, cheeks hollowing, throat bulging visibly around his cock. Teardrops mixed with the foaming spit-cum slurry drooling from her stretched lips. Ropes of it slid down her neck, pooling between her tits. She'd let him pop free with a wet gasp, then slapped his cock across her own face, smearing cheeks, forehead, nose in glistening filth, painting herself like a cum-drunk whore before diving back down.
Finally, she sucked hard, tongue swirling the underside. She felt him swell, throb against her tonsils, then her eyes rolled back as he exploded again.
Thick batter blasting the back of her throat like molten glue, flooding her gullet, churning the cream already there into frothy paste. She guzzled like a woman possessed, throat working overtime, not a drop escaping her sealed lips.
Raven was excited; this was him, her obsession, spilling hot, scorching batter into her mouth like a gift. She drank deep, suckling every pulse, her pussy clenching in sympathy, fresh cream leaking from her ruined slit.
Even as he softened, she didn't relent. She rammed her face down, nose buried in his pubes, and sucked hard.
Slurp!
Marshal could feel his knees buckle when the last remnants of his batter were coaxed out of his cock with force. "FUCK!"
She milked the last pearly drops with hollowed cheeks and fluttering tongue until his cock was spotless, glistening with her spit alone.
Thud!
Finally, Marshall fell beside her on the bed, breathing fast but not tired.
"That was… one hot round! Damn, we're like the real blueberry cheesecake. I'm the base and you're the topping. Yes! Raven, get on top, you're riding."
"Huh?" Raven exclaimed, excited. "We can do more?"
"The hell you mean? We're just getting started."
"..."
Raven knew it already.
Best day ever.
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1933, Germany,
Many years ago, when the First Man killed Willem II, the last German Emperor, for being in the same room as King Leopol, a change happened. A change that spread through the German people, and that region as a whole.
Like an infection.
Hate against the nobles, the aristocrats, and the rich peaked. To divert that hate, the Great War was fought. The death of an Archduke was a mere tipping point. The core reason was something else. To keep the masses divided, enslaved by their own little wars against each other.
But the war only delayed the inevitable. The infection had spread far and wide, turning into a popular opinion. The Dinosian intervention that forced the war to end faster was a catalyst. A new way of thinking. A way of life that taught them to fight against their overlords. Yet, that same infection was also a tool for a young man who sold paintings.
He made them with all his heart. He painted the man he aspired to be, or close to him. He painted the First Man's countless portraits. He hoped to learn and make more. But when that avenue led nowhere, he latched onto the next.
The First Man killing Willem II was the catalyst that made the boy into a man, a far more dangerous, competent, and vile creature than what he would have been.
The boy studied the First Man, the rise and fall of empires, and he studied Dinosia.
And with it was born the dream to build another.
"I will…" At the podium, he spoke with passion. In his speech after being appointed the new Chancellor. "I will forge a new dawn. Germany will not be a nation among nations! She will be the Dinosia of Europe! I will shape it with my hands. You will shape it with yours. Together we will unmake the old order and bind this continent to our will. Thrones will topple, crowns will crack, Willem, Haakon, and George, and all who pretend sovereignty! They will fall beneath the wheel we turn. What endures, what never dies, is us! The iron of my people, the single voice, the single purpose. Bow to it, and be made great; resist it, and be ground to dust. Rise with me, or be swept away."
More competent.
More planned.
More driven.
Not by hatred against a certain race or region. But a dream for which he was ready to slaughter everyone. His grand plan, his sacrifice to the one god he admired.
The bloodlust that was delayed had returned with far more thirst.
With a clear purpose.
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