A/N: Yo, my bad for the delay. Been a busy week. Anyways, here's my first full R-18 scene, hope it's good–and if it's not, all I can say is that it will only get better from here… surely… right?
Waking up, Damian was greeted by the morning sunrays entering the room through the gaps in the curtains and the lingering smell of conditioner.
Looking below and to his right, there she was, sleeping on top of his chest. After their little one-on-one celebration, and a shower, they had gone to sleep on his bed, no sneaking around this time.
Although nothing happened, he was content with sleeping and waking up with her in his arms, so he closed his eyes and took a minute to enjoy the moment.
Then, feeling her shifting, he opened his eyes to find hers looking at him: "Good morning," she said, her tone groggy, but melodious to his ears.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he answered with a smile.
'Morning,' he said in his mind.
[Morning, you harlot.] She said, starting the morning by getting a laugh out of him.
But before he could jokingly defend himself, he was distracted by Natasha, as she went in for a kiss. And unlike the last one, this one was passionate, deeper, more lustful.
Breaking away after some minutes, he said. "Don't you need to get ready for work?" But he was immediately brought back into action.
In between kisses, Natasha spoke as her hand reached downwards. "I got the day off… And after what you did… you awoke something… in me…"
Reaching for the object of her desire, she freed his little brother from its restraints, looking at him with an expression that he had seen once, an expression that could make any man go crazy.
"I've been holding up for a month, so you better take responsibi-" was all she could say before Damian sealed her lips with his own.
From then on there was only the sound of lips meeting in a passionate, almost hungry encounter. The longing of the lost time translating into intensity.
Slowly, the restraint, the shame and guilt they both had in the back of their minds, for different reasons, evaporated as lust took over. Damian's hands moved carelessly, lifting Natasha's shirt as his hands roamed her intoxicating curves.
Although they were kissing in an almost aggressive manner, his left hand carefully teasing Natasha's nipple while his right traced its fingers over her lower lips, eliciting a muffled moan in between kisses.
That's when he remembered how she had previously reacted to his rough touch last time, so without any more teasing he inserted his middle finger inside her, then his ring finger shortly after as he started to probe her insides.
Years of experience were put in play as he skillfully searched for her most sensible spots. He didn't even need to look at her face to understand where to go, relying instead on her body's honest reactions. Paying attention to her every flinch, every time she clenched harder on his fingers, each time her moans got louder and more careless.
As their mouths parted ways so she could take a breath, she grabbed him by his hair, bringing his head to her chest, nestling him between her perfect breasts as she moaned in her native tongue. "Mhm… Yes… Harder–Harder…"
And harder he went as he increased the pace of his hand, roughly fingering her, the sounds of her wetness and his hand were as lewd as they were loud, a moan like a heavenly sound reaching his ears a minute after as her legs suddenly closed on his hand. Clenching and spasming as she reached the first climax.
With a wicked grin on his face, Damian looked at her dazed expression before he whispered to her ears. "You know, I wanted to go slower with you. Be more romantic… But it seems my woman is a little slut who likes it rough."
And although she did not say anything, whether out of embarrassment or due to still being on the high of her orgasm, she did not speak. Yet her pussy clamping down on him harder was all the answer he needed. Taking his fingers out, he playfully tapped her pussy a couple times, making her moan a bit before he took his shorts off, revealing his pulsating member, raring to go.
Seeing his throbbing, big cock Natasha moved her head, driven by lust and instinct she tried to position herself to give him a blowjob like last time. That's when she suddenly felt his large hand grabbing her lower face, firmly stopping her as she heard his voice in a lower tone than usual, sending shivers through her spine.
"No. I am not wasting more time in foreplay, lay down," he said as he guided her back down, moving his body into a man's usual role in the missionary pose.
He grabbed his dick by the root, slapping and smearing it over her drenched pussy as he spoke slowly, his words sounding like those of a worried partner, forgetting his role as the rough beast for a second, though his tone still retained some amusement as he positioned the tip of his cock towards her entrance. "If it becomes too much for you, just say 'apple' loud and clear. Otherwise I'm not stopping."
Before he could get any response, he buried his cock to the hilt in one thrust, reaching her cervix, making Natasha moan almost gutturally as she came a bit from the insertion alone.
This in exchange made her clench so hard that Damian almost came on the spot, his body not used at all to the pleasure of sex.
Thankfully, the Hercules method gave him an uncanny control over his body, preventing him from busting his load like a virgin, something she'd surely would never let him live down.
Recuperating after some seconds while also giving her time to accommodate to his size, he started to move, digging into her in a steady rhythm. Repeating what he did with his fingers all over again, searching and prodding every fold of her pussy, ruthlessly attacking each time he found a weak spot.
After a couple minutes of this, he started to accelerate, getting rougher and faster, hitting all the sensible spots he'd found previously–making her moan wantonly. Her sassy and always composed facade crumbling, her face turning into that of a woman that was feeling real pleasure for the first time in her life as she inevitably compared her previous and only partner before Damian, finding him pitifully inferior in every way.
As he got faster, Damian got closer to her face, putting a hand on her neck as he asked with a devilish grin. "You like this?" And in between moans she answered, making his cock even more painfully hard in the process. "Mm–YES–I love it! I love it so much!"
As the minutes ticked by, his borderline superhuman stamina shone as he continued relentlessly with his pace while they stared into each other's eyes, sometimes kissing, other times she moaned while he grunted.
As it was inevitable, she reached her second orgasm. "Fuck–Ah yes… Damian I'm cumming, I'm cumming–AH!"
At the same time, he stopped holding back, grunting almost in her ear. "I'm gonna cum too," and immediately he felt her legs locking his hips as she purred to him mid-orgasm. "Do it inside."
And then he came, painting her inner walls white with his sperm, making her almost cum again, both feeling surprised by the amount of sperm he released. It seemed like he was superhuman in more ways than one.
Then they stopped in place for a second, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Kissing him one more time, she blissfully muttered. "That was incredible," which made him chuckle.
Not understanding what was funny about her words, she raised an eyebrow at him but before she could ask, he spoke with the devil's smile on his face. "Was? You got me so wrong if you thought that was enough," taking out his dick, she realized he had not gone soft at all.
As she looked playfully at him, he whispered on her ears before turning her on her belly, putting her on all fours. "I hope you didn't forget the word, Nat," before he ruthlessly inserted his cock inside her again, making her whimper in delight.
…
As the first hour was spent, Damian continued ruthlessly drilling into her, this time she was laying down on her side as he had her left leg on his shoulder, his cock hitting the entrance of her womb with each thrust.
By this point Natasha had came at least 4 times, her voice starting to get tired of moaning, yet she couldn't help herself as he hit all the right places continuously.
…
"Dam-i-an plea-se s-to-op, I-ca-an't ta-ke-it," Natasha whimpered in between thrusts as Damian pistoned her in a matting press, two hours had gone by as she had came more times than she could bother to count. Definitively more times than ever before.
"Just say 'apple'… and I'll stop Nat," he said to her in between sloppy kisses, but he knew she wouldn't, at some point she had started to beg him to stop, but each time he asked her to say the word she would ignore him completely. She was just creating her own little roleplay to get off even more. "Otherwise… shut up and take it like a good slut," he taunted, and all he got were more moans instead of anything resembling the safe word.
…
By the third hour, the room reeked of sweat and sex as Natasha lied on her belly in prone bone, her eyes half lidded as she just laid there taking it, too tired and her mind too hazy to even moan as Damian buried her head in a pillow, getting ready to bust the last load of who knows how many.
*Huff* *Huff* "This is the last one, Nat," was all he could groan before busting inside, his cum by now spilling out of her pussy as she clenched and climaxed for the last time. Both having lost count of how many times she had reached a climax.
As she stood still, spasming all over in more bliss than any normal human had the right to experience at once without going crazy–something only possible due to both their superhuman bodies, he plopped down next to her, his breathing labored, yet with enough energy to continue for god knows how much more.
Still, he "sensibly" decided to stop as any more than this might actually be dangerous for Natasha, though he regretted having to stop here after having the best sex in his life while his mind became a bit worried at how high his sex drive had become.
Don't get it twisted, he was always a lustful demon–arguably his only real bad quality and vice–but now that he had the body and stamina of a superhuman, it seemed that his sex drive had only gotten worse.
'I'll have to give Nat the Hercules method… for her own safety of course,' he thought self-righteously in his mind.
[How about you give her some water first, she might actually die of dehydration from cumming so much,] said Eva in an odd tone, thoroughly amazed at how much of a 'freak in the sheets' her partner turned out to be.
'Oh, right. Good comms,' he joked awkwardly as he opened a portal to his kitchen, using the mystical arts in ways that would leave even that shameless old man speechless.