| Appearences by: | Sylar, Elle, (Baby Noah) |
| Season: | Season 2 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | April 15, 2007 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
This log contains graphic sexual content and language.
Elle
She sighed heading up that elevator going back towards her apartment that she shared with Gabriel. Again she found herself sneaking out of the house, only for him to come home before she did. Elle had no idea how he was going to handle it, but surely he was going to be mad. It was decided that she wouldn't even bring it up; she'd just walk home as if nothing was wrong. Making it towards their door she unlocked it pushing it open. The place was still clean, just the way she'd left it. Gabriel loved a clean house (and so did she), so she took extra time making sure that everything was tidy; that is if her pregnant frame would allow for it. Sighing she just walked in going straight to the bedroom.
Sylar
Sylar sat in a chair in the middle of the room, a blanket thrown over a few objects on the bed. Legs were stretched out, long as they were, his arms crossed over his chest. He knew she'd been out again, but this time he knew where she'd been, somewhere……relatively safe. But he was going to enjoy punishing her. Elle never learned and part of him liked it. Sylar had also noticed she'd cleaned the house for him, she knew how much he liked it. So overall she'd been a partially good girl. He heard her enter the house, sigh, and make her way to the bedroom. As soon as she entered, he addressed her. "How was the movie?" He asked, not moving, watching her steadily, almost creepy, as she advanced into the room.
Elle
“It was… AWESOME!" She said jumping up and down despite the fact that she wasn't suppose to had been out. "I love it! You should go see it, Daddy." She made her way to the closet where she began to undress, discarding her clothes. So obviously Gabriel, had been following her or something similar; it was the only way to explain the fact that he knew where she was. Pulling her shirt off of her head, she sighed. Was he mad at her? He didn't seem like it, but these days she never knew. His temper was… scary, though that didn't stop her. By the time she walked out she was wearing a pair of pink panties, and a small white undershirt which was stretched by her belly, the bottom peaking out. Going towards that dresser she grabbed a jar of cocoa butter and lifted up her shirt to rub the substance into her belly. Didn't watch stretch marks or anything.
Sylar
"Hmm." he answered. Sylar's piercing gaze followed her as she began to strip. Oh, he didn't have to follow her. He knew where she'd been by other, considerably more normal ways. It was so simple, she'd probably overlooked it. His temper really did scare her, did it? He'd have to work on that little issue. But right now, he'd rather work on her tissue. Sylar could also tell exactly what she was doing, rubbing on, and not by sound alone, either. She walked out, looking ready for bed. She had another thing coming. Sylar stood suddenly, a little too smoothly, pointing her to the chair he'd been sitting on seconds ago. As she did so, sitting there, he moved behind the chair, rubbing his hands down her neck, shoulders and arms, his mouth close to her ear as he watched her. "Why do you bother getting dressed again?" He murmured, rhetorically. Sylar could practically see her nipples through her shirt. Perfect. "And why was it awesome, baby?" he asked.
Elle
As directed she went over to the chair and sat down; it was best to do as he said so that he wouldn't get upset. Anything to not make him upset. He began to caress her body, Elle instantly loving the skin on skin contact which made her close her eyes and moan out weakly. "Be-because… I don't know… It was very gory and scary. I… I would've asked you to go but… I knew you'd probably say no." Gabriel never wanted to do anything fun anymore, not really. It was always, work, sex, and sleep these days. It was no doubt a result of stress, Elle knew that but she hated it still. So desperately she wanted him to quit the government job but she knew how important it was that he keep it.
Sylar
Stress? Sylar never noticed if he was stressed, but Elle did. He fell into a routine and he did his job, whatever it was at the time. Elle melted into his touch, his lips quirked into a half-grin in response. It was too easy. "Gore is good.” Sylar moved his hands down her collarbones to her full breasts, cupping them. Lightly running his rough thumbs over her nipples through the white cotton, watching them peak out for more. He continued as if he weren't molesting her breasts, "You were right," he replied. The man would have said no. They'd never gone to a movie together. Purposefully, moving, leaning down a bit, he looked at her breasts, then her belly. "Poor baby got knocked up." he purred, pretending to be concerned, as if he'd just noticed that change in status. Also his words would indicate, to the only woman he'd ever slept with, that he was going somewhere naughty with this.
Elle
Her slightly sore, breasts were grabbed and held in his large hands. He obviously wanted sex, and if her hunch was correct, it was rough sex he had in mind. Elle whined softly as he played with her nipple through her shirt, wishing the fabric wasn't in the way. It sucked that they never went to go see a movie together; she always wanted to go to the theater with him, especially for her first time. Oh, well, at least baby was there, so she wasn't entirely alone. "Yuh-huh," she responded eyes opening to look down at her own belly. Just what exactly was Gabriel getting at? For the time being she'd just sit back and follow along.
Sylar
Alright, she wasn't playing along; he'd skip this part. And, not to worry, she'd change her mind half way through about wanting it rough anyway. Sylar's hands rose from her tits, gently letting them fall back to her abdomen, or where it would be minus the bump. Removing all parts of himself from her view and standing behind her. "Anything to say before we begin?" Sylar asked, voice low and raspy in her ear. Flicking a finger and the blanket covering the objects on the bed flew off, unveiling them. Rope, blindfold, and a vibrator. Let her sweat this out. Sylar was still fully clothed behind her, she was…..less so. Raising a finger, he sliced through the shoulders and down the front of her shirt, peeling it off her body. "I suppose I shouldn't be upset, I never expressed any interest in seeing movies, even way back when, so it’s my own fault. But I would have appreciated at least having been invited. So now, not only did you disobey me, but you are unapologetic about it. I'll let you mull over your actions for a bit while I get hard."
Elle
He stepped back away from her and a look of confusion came over her face. This was totally not as she expected. What was he up to? "Um…" She swallowed, "Gabriel, please… I know I le-" He flicked those covers off of the bed to reveal the objects hidden beneath and her eyes widened. What the fuck was this? Was he going to use those things on her? That shirt of hers suddenly came undone falling off of her, her breasts and belly fully exposed. She gasped out surprised at the action. "You aren't hard already?" She asked shocked to hear such news. "Look, I'm sorry okay? You weren't here and I was bored and there's only so much I can do on my own in here. "Forgive me, please…? Gabriel…" Elle did not like where he was going with this; she didn't wanna be tied up, and more importantly she didn't want to be blindfolded. If there was any stimulation to be had, she wanted it to be either from his cock or his tongue, maybe even fingers.
Sylar
Sylar suddenly gripped her neck, not hard or choking, hissing in her ear, "Is that a problem?" Referring to his lack of hardness at the moment. He had plans; she would soon see. Elle acted like he was going to mutilate her or so something horrible. Not that that changed his mind in the slightest. Sylar gave a quiet, evil laugh behind her; calling to him the rope, this he tied around her wrists, fastening them to the chair behind her, of course. Then her feet to the legs of the chair, spreading her open, her pussy waiting to be played with. "Shh, shh. I might think my naughty little slut wasn't into this," he mocked. Depending how well she behaved, and what she said, how eager she was, she just might get tongue or fingers. Next the blindfold was floated over to wrap around her eyes, firmly, tugged down so she couldn't peek through the bottom. "Any last words?" God, this was hot. Contrary to popular belief, he was having difficulty not getting hard, which was a vital part of the plan.
Elle
She whimpered as he took hold of her throat. "N-no…" She had half a mind to shock him, but knew that wouldn't get her anywhere; it'd only make her punishment that much worse. Elle was fully aware that Gabriel wasn't going to hurt her, hurt her, but he was going to be extremely rough, she just knew it. He always fucked her like he was taking his anger out on her these days. Gabriel began to fasten her wrists to that chair which he met with instant resistance, but there wasn't much she could do about it, not really. "Stop! Gabriel, no!" Her legs were the next thing to be restrained and he was going for the blindfold, placing it over her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry."
Sylar
What she didn't remember what just how turned on he got by her genuine struggles. Sylar walked around in front of her, not that she could tell, looking her over like a piece of flesh. Fuck, this was gonna be hot. Sylar straddled her on the chair, still standing, not touching her, his flaccid cock long in her face. Lifting it, he hissed, "Open your mouth." waiting until she did so to drop his still-heavy length on her tongue. "I think you know what to do," was his only command. Sylar felt his balls on her chin, feeling his cock twitch in her hot, wet mouth already, aching to get hard. Thrusting his hips into her face, so her nose was flush with his pubes; his cock was forced down her throat in its limp state. "C'mon….." he prompted her, if he had to do it again……well.
Elle
Right now, the fact that she struggled boost his libido was the last thing on her mind. She had no idea what was going on, she didn't like not being able to see, everything was just dark. "Gabriel…" Elle didn't see anything and she didn't hear much of anything, but she smelled something familiar. With his command that something became quite clear; it was hot cock, unmistakably Gabriel's. She opened her mouth slowly, reluctantly. He dropped his cock on her tongue and he was right; she did know what to do. She immediately began to suck on it, warm, hairy balls pressed to her chin making her moan and whimper. He thrust forward suddenly and she squealed that cock completely in her mouth, his pubes pressed up against her face. This was certainly different; she never had his cock in her mouth while it wasn't hard. She sucked on the entirety of him, her cheeks practically pushed out, saliva lathering his cock.
Sylar
Sylar gasped, fuck, that felt good. Jesus, she had no idea. "You know how long I've wanted to grind into your face?" He asked, breathless. That fact that he wasn't yet hard didn't matter; he soon would be. Sylar had to close his eyes, head thrown back, wanting this to last for a respectable amount of time, either way. It felt fantastic having his entire length stuffed into her mouth, literally, this time. He gripped her head, holding her still while he rutted against her mouth, grinding, rolling his hips, not even necessarily for simulation, just to do it. He knew he was long and big, even when he wasn't hard, so the head tickled her throat, trying to slide down it further. Her lips on the base, her nose buried in his hot pubes was an instant aphrodisiac, like a fucking drug, no pun intended. Sylar couldn't wait to stretch her throat like this. "Aah….." he gasped, licking his lips. Why the hell had he not done this sooner?
Elle
She shook her head as she moaned around that cock, spit dripping out the corners of her mouth and onto her breasts sliding down her peaks. This whole ordeal was turning her on immensely, having her mouth stuffed, but especially having her face mashed against him in such a way. He had to know it was turning her on, he just had to. Nipples stuck out, and her labia glistened with arousal. Her cheeks and jaw were aching but she didn't care. Moaning out she shook her head from side to side rapidly, nuzzling against him as she let of tiny squeals of pleasure. This was stimulating her even without him touching her.
Sylar
It hadn't really been the point to turn her on, but he was sure it did. Sylar knew her; knew what she liked. So it wasn't difficult to ascertain that, in addition to her physical signs and his readings from his abilities. Sylar loved to be near-deep throated any day, which was as close as he could literally get, given his size and hers. Now he was getting the real thing, regardless of his actual hardness. His cock was already swelling rapidly from her talented little mouth. Sylar yanked his semi-erect penis from her mouth, saliva spilling out, coating the entirety of his cock. Holding his dripping member in his hand, well on his way to rigidity, he smeared her saliva over her lips, chin, cheeks and neck. Slopping it over her skin, it left oozing trails that stuck to the skin of his cock. Sylar dragged in uncaringly over her face, just to be messy. He pulled away to stroke himself roughly a few times, getting half-hard before shoving back into her mouth, this time slightly more difficult to gain entrance as he dropped his dick on her tongue again, pulling back a third time. This time Sylar inserted only the head, as he did on occasion when he was erect and receiving head, into her mouth, forcing her to gobble and slurp it into her mouth if she wanted it there. Sylar groaned, sighing out in pleasure. Fuck, he was so doing this again.
Elle
She continued her sucking and nuzzling rubbing herself against him gathering up his scent as much as possible. He tasted so good and she just couldn't get enough of him. Already he was pulling away from her and gasped out panting, holding her tongue out, desperate for more. He began to smear that cock all over her face, leaving Elle desperate as she tried to lick out at it, turning her head this way and that way. "Daddy… cock… please… suck…" She couldn't get anymore out than those four words; hopefully they were enough to get her meaning across. Her face and neck was so warm and wet. He placed that head back on her tongue and she began to suckle on it, using her tongue and teeth to eventually more into her mouth. It was a little difficult without the use of her hands, but she did it, leaning forward as much as she could. She wanted her face buried in those pubes of his again, those lips wrapping around the base of his cock. The only noises coming from her were groans, loud slurping, the smacking of lips, and little high pitched squeals here and there. There was nothing like having a fat cock in your mouth, so addicting.
Sylar
Sylar enjoyed watching her sightlessly gape and try to retake his cock, desperate for it. He didn't give a damn about what she wanted. But what he wanted was her nose in his pelvis, her lips wrapped around the base, so that's what he let her have. All he had to do was yank back on her hair and she'd be helpless, or grasp her head and force her down on it. Sylar stood up a little, so his cock would be easier to drop down into her mouth, feeding it to her like a hose; a very thick, long, warm hose. Sylar thrust into her, even though his cock hadn't been moving much, the motion still felt wonderful. When he'd gotten hard enough to cause her to choke, and really gag, feeling her unable to keep her teeth to herself, and as hot as her teeth on his cock was, he'd break her jaw. Sylar just had jawbreaker cock. So he pulled back, watching the globs of saliva connect them, splitting one way or other. He smacked her face with his hardening meat, wet slaps coming from it. Then he pushed the underside up her mouth, so she could mouth and lick at the pulsing vein there. While the head was pressed up to his navel and she had no hope of getting it actually inside her mouth unless one of them pulled back, which he didn't allow her to do. "What are you, baby?" was the inquiry, any number of answers would fit the quota.
Elle
She began cough up around that dick when it'd reached a certain length and thickness but that still didn't stop her from wanting it. He pulled away and slapped her face with it again and she squealed out, holding her tongue out. With that dick pressed to her mouth she sucked on it just the way he wanted, lips wrapped around it, loud noises emitting. So good, so very good. She stopped sucking on that cock long enough to answer him, warm breath blowing against it. "Daddy's cockslut," she responded childishly, lips going back around as much of that cock as possible as she sucked. Her face just had to be glistening with saliva at this point, she could feel how wet it was due to his smacking and smearing.
Sylar
Sylar leaned back, grinning, sighing out at her answer. The perfect answer, the one he'd wanted. "Good girl…..good girl." His cock was its usual rigid, thick self from her sweet little mouth. Her lips had wrapped around his shaft, sucking it nearly sideways. Sylar groaned as she sucked on him, now he was aching to thrust into her hot mouth, past her lips, into her throat. Now hard, he pulled away from her sucking orifice with a lewd, wet pop. Pointing his cock straight, he trailed his spit-slicked cock head down her throat to her breasts, rubbing it all over her swelled flesh, circling her nipples. Holding his cock, he bucked the tip against her hard peaks. Forcing them up and in, then slapping her nipples with his head, watching her tits bounce and jump in reaction. "Are you a good little cockslut? Did you like that? Taste and feel good? I wonder if you wanna cum……" he trailed off, oozing his cock to rub over her taut belly, sticking to the top of it, not dipping lower. "You want cock?"
Elle
The praise she got from him caused her skin to flush red, Elle loving every compliment he had to throw at her. He pulled away from her with a wet pop, and she breathed out rapidly, chest rising and falling. Elle could feel him trailing that cock all along her skin, and it felt extremely good, especially when he reached her breasts. Whimpering, she bit on her lower lip, wishing she could grab that cock or something, maybe play with her own breasts. "Y-yes…" she said meekly, softly. "I'm very good for Daddy. Like sucking on his dick, so good…" He mentioned something about her cumming and she gasped out as he trailed her belly with his deadly, thick tool. "Yes, Daddy…"
Sylar
Sylar raised his other hand to tease her lips with the rough pad of his thumb. He knew what she wanted, he always did. Too bad she wasn't getting it. "Hmm, I wonder if I should let you cum, too. You beg so nice, love to watch that pretty body move for me." Sylar kept his eyes locked to her mouth, watching her gasp, breathe, speak and bite her lips, his own mouth open as he looked on. He smeared her saliva and the small amount of precum she'd managed to extract from him in the time she had, over her lips, not letting her suck in his digit. Pulling down her lower lips, watching it glisten, nice and pink and plump. Sylar leaned in, tilting his head to the side. Thrusting his tongue down her throat, lips wrapping around hers, his dick sliding up between her tits as he gasped into her at her taste.
Elle
She let off a high groan when her verbalized his thoughts regarding her cumming or not. She wanted to cum, she really did, but she wanted cum around his cock. He rubbed at her lip, smearing the fluids against it. She tried to suck on that digit but he just wouldn't let her, moving away whenever she tried. The next thing she knew his lips were suddenly on hers as he shoved his tongue down her throat. If it was one thing Elle loved, it was making out. She returned his kiss as best as she could, whimpering into his mouth, her own tongue reaching forward into his mouth, rubbing against his. She moaned feeling his dick against her breasts again, tongue darting in and out of his mouth rapidly.
Sylar
Well, wouldn't she be that much more turned on when she found out he didn't kiss her or give her his tongue for her sake at all. Sylar simply wanted to taste her, anything to get any part of himself inside her. Elle inserted her own tongue in his mouth, kissing him back, moaning. Calling the last item on the bed to his hand, his mouth didn’t leave hers. He removed his tongue from her mouth, enjoying as hers continued to flicker in his mouth, leaving it open for her, pressed to her lips. This was so hot, she was so hot like this, even pregnant. Altogether taking his mouth away, Sylar struck the toy in his mouth, slicking it with his saliva before he brushed her lips with the vibe. "You're gonna have to work if you wanna cum, whore," he growled at her ear, beginning to force her mouth full of the pre-sucked toy. She'd have to wet it down. Sylar knew how aroused she was, but not how wet. Besides, this was much more tormenting for her, after having cock then going to the toy. Sylar reached down to fondle far too lightly at her cunt, teasing her hot, wet, puffy labia.
Elle
"Daddy?" She called out as he pulled way from her, missing the intimate contact. Elle wanted Gabriel's lips back on hers where they belonged, if not that she at least wanted cock again. She felt him press something against her mouth and she immediately knew what it was: the vibrator. It was already wet. Elle didn't want to suck on the vibrator, especially not when she had cock and his tongue, those were much better options than plastic. Gabriel knew she wouldn't want it, which was probably why he was making her do it in the first place. This was supposed to be a punishment after all. He pushed the toy in her mouth and she began to suck on it, tasting his saliva which was cool due to exposure from the air; but that was okay, it was still his taste. Those large, rough fingers of his began to play with her folds; pink, slick, and wet in their look. She moaned out around that toy, not at all loving having to suck on it but doing it because she had no choice.
Sylar
He'd be glad to know she wanted his lips or his tongue, although he knew she wanted his cock. That was kind of hard to miss. Sylar held the back of her head, forcing her to take the toy in. He knew she hated the vibe, especially when he was present. Otherwise she loved to enrage him by using it as a tool, no pun intended, to get to him, get a reaction. "You're gonna suck this down like a good little whore," he rasped into her ear, flicking his tongue into it playfully. "You misbehaved and disobeyed me deliberately, so you'll only get to cum if you're very, very good." What Sylar didn't tell her was that she wasn't cumming around his cock. He slapped her pussy, rubbing her thighs, spreading her wetness around her skin. Sylar began to thrust the toy in and out of her mouth, watching with heavy lids and dark eyes. He then removed his hand from the vibe, keeping it moving with his telekinesis, bringing his free hand to his cock. Jacking himself, knowing she could hear the slick motions, his balls slapping his thighs, he groaned for effect, removing the toy to slide it sideways across her mouth.
Elle
This was just so horrible yet so arousing. She wanted this fucking vibrator gone and destroyed. It was no fun, not when she had Gabriel standing right in the room with her. She should be sucking on his cock, not on this lousy thing. He slapped at her pussy, and massaged her thighs; she could feel his hands slick with her wetness as her rubbed it into her. Soon afterwards there wasn't anything touching her, the only contact she had was from the vibrator and that was via her lips and tongue. Ears perked up as she heard something, gasping around the toy as she made it out. Gabriel was jacking off; she could hear the slick sound, and his balls hitting his thighs. She groaned out moving against the restraints trying to break free, she could always burn them… she was so tempted to do so. Doing so however, will only make things much worse for her. It was a lose-lose situation.
Sylar
She so would want it gone. Too damn bad. Fuck, he was so going to do this more often. Sylar saw her head tilt to listen to his hand stroking his meat, wet, flapping noises emanating from his jerking. Elle groaned, but didn't say anything, didn't even beg, not so much as for the blindfold to come off. He was a little surprised, needless to say. He saw her begin to struggle, so he jammed the toy to the back of her throat, making her gag. "Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?" He taunted. She so would be punished, very much for real if she burned herself loose. "Babe, here's the thing. You're kind of deciding just how long this goes on. And how much of anything you get inside you. I can do this. All. Day. Long," he stressed.
Elle
Well, it was hard to say much of anything when she had a toy going in and out of her mouth, now wasn't it? Not only that but the fact that she was choking on it now wasn't making her ability to speak any easier. What exactly did he want from her? What was he looking for? She was restrained, her motions were extremely limited, he had full control. The only thing Elle could do was just sit down and take it. However she was getting sick of the toy, and as a result angry. This wasn't something she wanted to make her gag, it just felt completely uncomfortable and wasn't even arousing. It wasn't a cock. To her it was nothing more than a plastic object down her throat. Those lights began to flicker, a tell tale sign of her impatience. There was no way in hell she was going to suck on this thing all day long.
Sylar
Elle would suck the damn thing as long as he fucking told her to. Sylar could tell she was unhappy, but this was simply too much fun. A cock? 'A' cock? His cock may be A-grade, but it was anything but 'a' cock. Sylar withdrew it from her throat, limiting its penetration to her mouth. Suddenly, he yanked it free of her mouth, letting her gasp and drool, laughing at her. "I can shove it back in, babe. Tell me what you want and tell me why you need it," he chuckled at her. Sadistic? "You have no idea how good this is from here……" he said, voice dropping in wonderment of the picture in front of him.
Elle
Well, maybe she would suck it as long as he wanted her to, but that wasn't until after she raised all sorts of hell and blasted him a bit. That cock was finally free of her mouth and she panted out, frowning as she listened to him laugh at her. Did he think this whole thing was funny? Still though she couldn't help but find his deep laughter to be anything less than a turn on. "I…" she started coughing her throat still irritated from the vibrator being shoved down so deep. "I want you to stick your dick inside of me Daddy… I want to cum around it; I need it. Please. It feels so good and I love it when you pound into me. Especially when you shoot inside. Why use your hand when you've got me? I'm warm and tight, right?"
Sylar
Oh, it was incredibly funny, and arousing. He had yet to turn the thing on. Ha. "Why? Because I know you like it," the man said simply, his mouth near hers now. "You're very warm and tight, but are you wet?" Ravaging her mouth for a few seconds, probably bruising her tender lips, he switched on the toy; a buzzing noise filling the air as he brushed it over her lips sideways, clearly not intending for her to suck it again. Sylar wanted to watch her lips swell and numb up. He took it away, sucking it down himself, tasting her saliva, his mouth buzzing as well now. Shoving it one final time, unless she misbehaved again, into her mouth for her to taste he hitched it at her labia. Now he held the toy with his mind and his cock and her head with his hands. Sylar rolled his hips in her face again, his cock bumping heavily over her face, but she was blind her search for the thick tip. He chuckled.
Elle
“Very wet, Daddy," he was closer to her now and she loved that, loved having him near her. He began kissing her again and she desperately returned the act. Anything was better than that awful, plastic vibrator. He could kiss her as hard as he wanted to, she didn't really care as long as he was. She heard that vibrator hum to life and she wanted to groan, but knew better. His lips left hers and were slightly replaced by the vibrator, but not going in her mouth. That was good, but she still wanted him. It was suddenly removed and there was nothing but the sound of the buzzing, eventually followed up with slight sucking noises. He was obviously getting it nice and prepped or her. It was her turn to suck on it, and she did so, but thankfully not for long. The contraption was pressed to her folds making her gasp out; his hand found her head and could detect the scent of cock again. The warm phallus hit her face and squeaked out, opening her mouth trying to take it in but not getting much of anything. "Daddy?" It was obvious what she wanted, she wanted to suck cock.
Sylar
Fuck, why on earth had he not done this before? She made the cutest, sexiest noises, but she really didn't want the toy, did she? Sylar gave her the side of the vibrating toy to her pussy, pressing between her labia, rubbing her clit, but not anywhere near how she wanted it. Grasping his cock, he slapped the head against her lips before feeding it to her again, exhaling sharply at her warmth. Sylar reached down to fondle a breast, plucking at her nipple. All this designed to get himself off and tease the hell out of her. He groaned when she began to suck and his hips began pumping unconsciously. "Uh, so good baby, so fucking good. If you keep behaving, you just might get to cum, like a good girl, a good little whore," he purred at her.
Elle
She moaned out when that toy made contact with her folds, now she didn't mind this, not at all. She wiggled in that chair against the restraints, sending her own vibrations into his cock with each and every one of her noises. Like usual, she sucked on him expertly, doing whatever it took to get warm jizz to glide down her throat. "Mmmm…" Not only did his dick taste good, but it felt good as well. She loved the way it felt against her lips, how it rested inside her mouth on her tongue, holding her mouth open. The jaw discomfort however was something she could do without.
Sylar
Sylar slowly rubbed the toy up and down the length of her slit, buzzing all over the outside of her cunt. Elle squirmed on the hard wooden chair; trying to get more of the toy, no doubt, such a slut. He bet if he left her there long enough, she'd grind down on it to get friction on her clit. Meanwhile, she moaned and made other cute noises while he fucked her mouth with the large tip of his cock with her pink, fuckable mouth. "Aah….." was his sigh, precum oozing from his swollen slit into her mouth to be sucked away, pulling more from him. Sylar held her head and began to pop the head in and out between her lips, forcing her to compress her lips to suck on it as it passed. Pulling the toy from her cunt, the plastic slick with her pussy juices, he rolled the tip over her nipples, still buzzing, getting the hard peaks wet with her own secretions. Sylar loved that she loved his cock, especially in her mouth, as he loved the feeling of being inside it. "Fucking whore, look at you, baby…….all spread out and wet, open for anything I put inside it," he teased, his voice low, close to her ear.
Elle
She felt that vibrator rub against her nipples, getting them nice and slick, but more importantly getting them even harder, the sensitive buds causing her to squirm and moan. Precum slid down her throat coating it in that silky deliciousness. Elle groaned and mewled around that cock, rapidly shaking her head from side to side as she screamed out around it, almost as if she were trying to shake his dick off. The pregnant blonde essentially went into a cock sucking frenzy, sucking Gabriel's dick as if she'd die if she didn't do a good job, as if her very life depended on swallowing down his cum.
Sylar
"You've been a bad girl, baby, you know that, don't you." Running his hands through her hair, god, he loved this blindfold, "Course you do….." Fuck, her screams made his cock buck inside her mouth, his back stiffening, eyelids fluttering. "Only whores scream, baby, so what does that make you, huh?" With a rough squeeze of her left tit, he growled, "Huh? What does it make you?" With that, he suddenly yanked his cock free of her hot suctioning mouth, her desperation to suck him off was getting him off already. Sylar smeared his precum and her saliva over her face, mostly her cheeks and lips, next slapping her face with his heavy, hot meat, enjoying the sounds it and she made, a quiet groan escaping him. Leaning over her, his mouth near hers again, his cock bobbing over her tits, which he thrust against, latching a hand over her throat, he rasped, "Does it taste good, baby, Daddy's cock? What a cheap, two dollar whore you are……sucking on cock like that, needing your mouth to be filled with such a big one, too. Never get enough……" Stroking his increasingly slick shaft, he bumped the head to her tits, aiming for her nipples, trying to poke at them with his hardness, having brought the toy back to her slit to tease her there. "Oh, yeah….." was his low murmur.
Elle
He slipped that cock from between her lips and she gasped out, panting, tongue extended as she whined and groaned in desperation. "Daddy!" She fought against those restraints, wanting to badly to attack his cock with her mouth. He slapped his dick all across her face getting all wet and shiny. While he did this, she licked at him when she could but ultimately found herself not getting what it was she wanted as he rubbed his cock against her tits, leaning down. "Very tasty, Daddy…" She nuzzled against what she could of him, squealing and writhing. "I need to suck on it, Daddy… tasted so good, and… and I need you to cum in my mouth," her words held a tone of desperation, Elle basically whining as she pleaded. "Mmmm… do I get cock now?"
Sylar
And she was a such a good whore, wasn't she? In the end, her outstretched tongue was too much to ignore. Sylar thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, holding her head still for his ravaging lips, tasting his own cock in her mouth, his tongue all but digging for her throat with a groan. Again, pulling away, licking his lips. "I know you do, slut, but do you know why you need to?" He sucked on her lower lip for a moment, roughly molesting her soft tits, cupping, squeezing, plucking, pinching; otherwise running his calloused palms over them, moving them upwards with the force of it. Sylar suddenly removed all forms of his skin on her, standing to slap her face, the blow unexpected with the blindfold. "Sluts don't give orders, the masters do." Pinching her cheeks, drawing her pink, wet lips together in a smooshed, slick pout, Sylar yanked her hair back. He even went so far as to remove the vibe from her pussy as he bounced the head of his cock against her lips a few times. "Sluts get cock when they behave and suck it down nicely. Then, when they behave and suck nicely, they might get cum. Daddy's the one with cock and cum for slutty babies. And he'll give them to you, slut, when and where he chooses." Another swift slap, gentle for the damage he could cause with his blows, before puckering her lips again, beginning to stuff the head between them, forcing her to pull her teeth back. Slowly sliding the seemingly endless length of his meat into her oral cavity, past her smooth, hot, tight and very wet little walls of her mouth. His grip on her cheeks eventually fading slowly as his dick penetrated her more, her cheeks bulging out as is. But he didn't stop when he hit the back of her throat, her mouth already full and jaw aching.
Elle
His lips were on hers, his tongue ravaging her mouth as he kissed her long and hard, drawing the very breath from her body it seemed like. It was impossible for her to keep up with his aggressions, she tried to kiss him back but the only thing she could do was give off helpless whimpers. Just as fast as those lips attacked her own however, they were gone. She thought for a moment as he posed his question, "Um… because I'm a filthy whore who's addicted to Daddy's dick?" She was sure this was the answer he wanted, and it more than likely was the truth. Gabriel's thick, long cock was something she could suck on for all eternity. As he brutalized her breasts, milk dribbled out, shooting out from her buds every now and then with his rough handling getting all over him. Then out of nowhere he smacked her across her face, making her whine. "Yes, Daddy!" He was showing her more and more that he was the one who made the rules, who called the shots. She groaned as he squeezed on her cheeks, trying to shake her head free. When he yanked on her hair, she screamed out as much as she could. She couldn't vocalize her agreement with his grip on her cheeks like that; all she could do was moan in obedience loudly. Another slap was delivered and he shoved his miles of cock down her throat, she gagged out and screamed, coughing up saliva all around it as it sunk down her throat. Elle screamed loud, fearfully as he kept sliding it down her mouth, trying to kick her legs out. He didn't say this whole experience was supposed to be pleasurable to her; it was a punishment after all, and he was reminding her of that.
Sylar
Sylar ended up holding her head with both hands as he slid his heavy, dripping length over her soft tongue, deeper, heading for her throat. Her screams reverberated from his cock up his spine. Sylar knew Elle loved cock, his cock, more importantly. So it was not a stretch that she would like deep throating it. He could tell the different timbre of her screams now; fear. To calm her, Sylar pressed the buzzing vibe lengthwise to her cunt again, sliding it between her slick, puffy folds. Meanwhile, he treated her mouth like he would her pussy. Getting a good six inches buried inside, he paused, knowing her jaw was in discomfort; he then thrust in and out of her mouth at that depth; groaning as the head would bulge out her throat, hitting her slick, hot walls, feeling them clench to get rid of him or pull him in. "Filthy, filthy whore," he responded, breathlessly gasping, "And I really don't care if you're addicted to Daddy's thick cock. Because you know you'll be sucking it down for the rest of your life, fucking it with everything you've got. Whether you like it or not." Sylar gave a harsh grunt as he gave a stronger thrust into the back of her throat, dripping his precum directly down her throat now. "It'll be fun to force it," he rasped, then chuckled at the idea. Shoving his cock down her throat, while she struggled……hmm. Sylar felt her gag reflex, not a big deal, feeling more saliva rush to coat his dick; gripping the remaining six miles of his shaft, he fucked her mouth with the rest, his fingers grinding her lips and face at each entry with a groan. His head was thrown back, hips arched into her, holding her hair with a hand.
Elle
She felt that vibrator go back to her folds, and she bucked her hips up against it. It settled her somewhat, but she was still scared as hell. She knew he wasn't going to let anything bad to her, but her fear was all instinctual, her brain thinking something big and long was going to drop down her throat and suffocate her. Looks like she needed more practice in the art of deep throating. Her chest was burning from the gagging, saliva splashing out from around that dick and dribbling down the sides of her cheeks to her ears. She wanted so badly to push him away right then and there, and she'd give anything to do it, if only she wasn't restrained. However, she'd be lying if a part of her wasn't enjoying this immensely. Elle loved when Gabriel dominated her in such a way, doing with her what he pleased. His sounds of pleasure and amusement didn't go unheard; she just wished she could see the look on his face.
Sylar
Because this was so not about her. Well, it was, she disobeyed. Sylar knew very well what she wanted, to touch him, push him away, to see him, etc. Too bad she wasn't getting it. He'd not been exaggerating when he'd said she may or may not get an orgasm at all. He may just have her get him off and leave her there wet and unsatisfied. But, damn, her mouth felt so good, tight and hot. Elle's fear was turning him on, an old quirk that would pop up at every opportunity, it just greatly appealed to his domination. Sylar knew the only trick she needed to learn for this, today, at least, was to breathe through her nose, and if she stayed calm, she'd figure it out in no time. Otherwise, he'd rape and fuck her mouth until she lost her breath, then pull back and let her breathe, then force it right back in. Well, whatever he pleased right now was shoving all twelve miles down her throat, giving her stomach a little tickle; but he wasn't, obviously, as he stopped at six inches, half of his potential meat in her mouth, still down her throat with that amount. Groaning, Sylar continued, and only because of her fear, it was tangible. Wet slurping sloppy noises came from his fucking her mouth, the noises of her whimpering and gagging as well. "Look at that whore. Taking dick like that, so good, such a good cocksucker. You wanna make Daddy happy?" He asked, raspily. "Make him cum? Shoot all over you? Down your pretty little throat, on your tongue? Too bad, because Daddy was hoping that you'd work his cock while he did this," he hinted, careful to omit the 'disappoint' word, which he wasn't, in reality. Moving his cock in and out, gleaming with her saliva and precum, Sylar eventually removed all but the head from her mouth, resting the dripping tip to on her tongue, just between her lips.
Elle
Tears were now wetting that blind fold as she continued to choke around that dick. His grip on her was just too strong and it wasn't like she could move away in the first place, especially with being restrained and given the way he was hovering over her. Then again, it was possible for her to bite his dick, but that wouldn't be a very smart idea, considering she couldn't run away when he got angry, so she endured. He fucked her mouth for what seemed like eternity, her throat felt raw and her jaw felt like it was about to rip apart. Finally, he slid a lot of that meat out of her mouth, only leaving the head in. She took this opportunity to breathe and relax. The burn in her chest slowly diminished and she practically sobbed around that head, putting in effort to suck on it anyways. She did want cum after all.
Sylar
M'kay, sobbing? Not so hot. Sylar frowned down at her as she began to suck on him once more. His ardor somewhat cooled at that. Such faith in him, really. And who could blame her. Sylar tilted the toy to buzz directly under her clit. Let that teach her a fucking lesson. He removed his dick from her mouth, not caring to keep it there anymore; instead running it over her tits and throat, his hand slowly stroking it, a nice silky glide from her saliva now. Sylar allowed small thrusts of the vibe still over her hole, between her labia, up into her clit. Fucking bitch, he didn't give a damn about what she wanted today, he really didn't. Sylar watched her squirm on the toy, a hand going to her breast to tease at her flooding nipple, already pink and dripping milk; her lower tits and stomach were covered in the sweet, white substance.
Elle
Her sobbing wasn't hot this time? That was a shocker, not that she'd know it being unable to see him and all. That vibrating toy sent sensations hitting her clit and she bucked her hips up against it. Elle had been so turned on from the things he'd done to her earlier, that she managed to cum not long after, juices squirting out from her hole arching to the floor. Cumming while sucking on his cock was such a great feeling, she loved it. Unfortunately that dick was removed from the hold of her lips, and she gave a small squeak. "Daddy… you made me choke…" This was said sadly, as she frowned. "Meanie." It was clear that she was meant to take whatever he was willing to dish out to her, she didn't complain too much for she was extremely curious as to what he was going to do. Not soon from now she was sure she was going to manage to cum again, especially with his fondling of her dripping breasts. "What's Daddy gonna do to me?"
Sylar
Not when, by all accounts, she should love what he was inflicting on her; no, it wasn't. Damnit, she wasn't supposed to cum, sometimes he forgot just how quickly he could do it to her. She hadn't made a peep to indicate she was going to cum. It wouldn't happen again. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he growled, angry still, and not amused. "You don't get to cum again, do you understand?" Firm and unyielding on this point. Pulling her ass to the edge of the chair, her legs still spread wide, her pussy dripping and swollen, Sylar left the vibe on to mislead her. Standing beside her now, a large hand crept down before cracking over her wet pussy with the flat of it. Sylar was left chuckling. He ran the vibe up her inner thighs, slapping her again, his hand coming away slick now. He held up a breast with one hand, floating the vibe up to circle the whole of her fleshy globe, but never her nipples; slapping her cunt again, his good humor slowly returning with each slap and tease of the toy.
Elle
Oh, she did love it, but it was just a bit uncomfortable and she couldn't help herself. Cumming that hard caught her by surprise to, but when she was turned on she was just turned on, and Gabriel did tons of things to turn her on greatly. "O-okay," her voice was small and meek, Elle willing to do whatever it took as long as it meant obeying his commands. She just released small noises when he touched her unexpectedly, Elle not knowing where he was going to touch next. "Yes… no more cumming." Yelping as he pulled her to the edge of the chair she dropped her chin down to her chest, squealing, not like she could see him anyways. She moaned out from the vibrator but especially so when he touched her, smacking her pussy making her jump up as much as she could. A leaking breast was cupped and the vibrator traveled another globe, teasing her.
Sylar
Oh, yes, this was much more like it. Sylar ran the flat of his palm and fingers over her pussy, slowly, very slowly. He leaned down to suckle at her breast gently, hardly any suction or pressure or touch at all, simply stealing her milk. "I like those slutty noises you make, baby; it makes me want to see how much more of them I can get out of you," he murmured, his tongue coming out to lave slowly, barely touching her breast; ignoring her nipples now, watching as they throbbed for attention. Hmm, this was truly hot, not to mention turning him on. The literal control over her body, her pain, her orgasms, hell, her words, by proxy. In short, power. Sylar made a mental note to do this more often to her, binding her and denying her. It would just make it better if she hadn't done anything wrong, too. His hot, wet tongue traveled all over the flesh of her breasts and her collarbones. "Is there anything else you need, slut?" He asked, facetious as ever. Depending on her answer, he may or may not give it to her. Sylar moved to kneel between her spread legs, her pussy on full display, and as he didn't touch her, he knew she was unaware of his presence there. Suddenly, his index fingers slid into her hole, pulling apart to stretch her open, his mouth breathing hot, moist air onto her mound, just above her clit, chuckling at his own deviance.
Elle
She cooed out as he palmed her pussy, making small delighted noises of arousal. Elle loved the way he palmed her pussy and ran his fingers across her folds teasing her. Lips puckered as she moaned, Gabriel leaning down to suck gently at breasts. His intention might not have been to give her pleasure, but he did though, granted not as much as he could've. "You do, Daddy? You're so good at getting me to make them…" Gabriel had such a lovely mouth, and the attention he paid to her breasts was almost debilitating, she wanted more now. "Mmmm… it'd be nice if Daddy made me cum, but… it's okay if he doesn't… Daddy can do whatever he wants to me." She squealed and spread her legs further for him. Then that's when the penetration came, and she felt him pulling her hole open, spreading her. "Aaah!" The hot air that was blown on her was hot, and her hole contracted, clit aching for contact.
Sylar
"Hmm," he hummed against her skin, "I know it would be, wouldn't it. But that's not the point, unfortunately for you….." Sylar dug his fingers in, not for the purpose of pleasure, but to open her vagina to his gaze. It was probably the wish of every man that he had a longer tongue, because that's what he wanted to do when faced with this sight. It made his cock jerk. Sylar slid in his middle fingers into the mix as well, spreading her further while he mouthed down to breath hot air over her open, wet hole. He ran his tongue once and only once over her entrance and his fingers, slowly and gently, not allowing it to slip in. The goal was to make her obedient to him by not cumming, but making it so painfully pleasurable that she would need to eventually. He kept one set of fingers to the side of her pussy, while shoving the other two in like normal, curving them up inside, mouthing over her clitoral hood, his stubble scratching at her left labial lip. Sylar growled for effect into her pussy for the vibrations sake alone, really, murmuring, "You wanna cum, you whore? Do you want to drench Daddy's face, clench down on his fingers or maybe the toy deep up your snatch?”
Elle
She took in a breath as she felt him opening her up, the fact that he was talking to her so nonchalantly while doing so turning her on greatly. With every entry of his fingers she moaned out; squealing loudly and writhing when his tongue made contact with her. "Daddy…" She could feel that prickly sensation of his stubble against her, and most undoubtedly her juices getting all over him. She nodded her head, throwing it back eventually. "Yes… drench Daddy's face… please stay right there…" Elle loved being eaten out; Gabriel ate pussy just as good as she sucked cock. "Fingers… fingers," the fingers was him, the toy wasn't, of course she wanted his digits writhing inside her instead if not his cock or tongue.
Sylar
Hmm, good to know. "Slut?" He answered back, calm as ever. Elle's noises were perfect, as always, and Sylar was enjoying her squirming. "Please? Was that a 'please' I heard, slut? I know whores like to cum, don't they? And this one does for sure. Tell me, slut, why should I stay here, stay right……" and with that, he nipped at her clitoral hood and jerked his fingers against her pubic bone, grinding them against her g-spot. "Here?" he finished. Sylar loved that she loved being eaten, even more, he liked to tease her while doing it. Such a compliment about his oral skills. "Fingers, you say. Alright, toy it is," he drawled, cool as before at denying her. This would be the perfect angle to fist her at……He stored it away for future use. Bringing his thumbs up, his index fingers still holding open her hole and lips, he used them to rub around her clitty while licking gentle circles around her vagina, barely entering at all. Sylar took the toy and brought it to her hole, rubbing it upwards a few times to collect her juices; he pushed its length inside, buzzing away. "Don't cum, whore, or I'll do this all damn day." Holding her open with his fingers, Sylar slid the toy in an out of her, watching her juices drizzle out from her hole. Seeing the toy get slick and dripping, watching her clit swell and turn pinkish-red, as did her labia. Her inner walls were getting worked over fiercely by the toy. Sylar's cock was now begging for attention, but he ignored it, letting it drip onto his thighs and the carpet.
Elle
"F-feels good… D-Daddy always… makes me feel good," she responded, squeaking out in just the way he liked. He was making her beg to be eaten out, and that frustrated her; she didn't mind begging but she'd rather not do it. "Daddy… doesn't have to, I just… wanted him to… it makes me feel good. S'okay if he doesn't." She was making all sorts of noises, not much she could do like this, she was helpless and defeated. Gabriel called all the shots, and Elle knew he was getting off on knowing that fact. Hell, she was getting off on knowing that fact. He was the only one who'd ever control her like this, the only one who'd even be allowed to think to control her like this. "Toy?" That confused her; she thought she was going to get his fingers if she seemed to not care which he gave, but looks like he caught on to what it was she was doing. Looks like she'd have to bear with the toy. "Oh…god…" She felt the buzzing object sink into her hole, and squealed out, panting his name over and over again, calling out to him, begging her fiancé for the privilege to cum, but she wouldn't dare. "O-o-okay… wo-wont… wont cum, Daddy." If she could see his dripping cock though, she knew she'd cum instantly.
Sylar
She knew she'd never get away with commanding him to eat her pussy. Not unless he was in a normal, giving mood or wanted to have his hair torn out in her haste, which had its times and places. Hell, yes, he wanted her to beg. He'd never had her do it before, so, why not? Deep down, Sylar was pretty sure she knew he'd let her cum…..eventually. Although, he did toy with the idea of not letting her cum and watching her ants around the house trying to get herself off without him knowing about it or trying to get him to jump her. Tempting. "Well, I don't feel like it if you keep contradicting yourself, whore," he rasped into her cunt. And he knew he didn't actually control her at the moment. She could snap the ropes and run if she so chose, full well knowing that he'd chase her down and rape her pussy to shreds, but……She couldn't aim to shock him, either. When he really wanted to tie her down, he'd use heavy metals. Plus, he could always exert his telekinesis and she knew it. Sylar gave a deep laugh at her constant calling of his name, fuck, that was hot as hell. "Such a good whore." All she had to do was beg him once and do it well, and he'd probably let her cum. Sylar removed the toy from her snatch, moving it to her asshole, where he pressed it, not pushing it in, merely holding it to her puckered hole. He finally dug in, lapping and slurping at her pussy. Goddamn, this was the hottest thing ever. She knew he got off on this, obviously. "You tell me when you get close, whore. But in the meantime, tell me what I am. I'll give you a hint, its not 'Daddy'." Pretty much anything he liked would work, but he'd really prefer a specific set of answers. Sylar wriggled his tongue between her labia before dipping into her vagina, slurping at her pussy, growling into it.
Elle
It was the consequences for disobeying him that had her behaving. In all honesty she wanted him to chase her, and rape her hard and long, but just not right now. This, whatever he was doing, was great and she loved it. "Daddy… please… I'm sorry for not listening to you… really I am, I'm a bad girl, but… I love Daddy very, very much… I'm sorry for going to the movies, but can I please cum over Daddy's fingers? I'll suck Daddy's cock and drink his cum for the rest of the night, promise." If she could, she'd bat those long, black lashes at him, and flutter those blues eyes in just the right ways just to get what she wanted. The toy was removed from her and she gasped out, feeling her hole contracting. "Aaah! Yeah, Daddy! Eat me…" Indeed she did know he was getting off on this, after all, she was. "Master…." she answered, estimating that, that was probably what he wanted to hear from her, and she really didn't mind saying it.
Sylar
"Oh, you're sorry now, yes. Hmm…..we'll see, and you'd probably be choking on cum all night anyway, baby." Sylar knew all her tricks, and loved most of them. He was also torn between punishing her for her command and doing what she said, as it turned him on either way. Sylar pulled his lips and tongue away from her, scowling, lips pursed, slightly swollen and definitely wet. He gave her pussy a solid smack, rolling his eyes. "Jesus, I'm not that cliché, slut. Have a little creativity. I'll give you another hint as this is difficult for you: tell me what I am to you." Sylar dipped his head to swirl his tongue over her entrance, fingers constantly pulling at her labia, plucking and peeling them back, running his fingers over them, groaning into her.
Elle
"I can't wait, Daddy," Elle loved his cum and he knew that, he should probably make his own personal beverage for her. Elle hadn't meant her request to come out as a command, but perhaps old habits died hard. She shrieked as he slapped her pussy, making her jump up a bit. Was he calling her uncreative? That actually offended her, but "master" was honestly what she was expecting him to want her to say. When he gave the hint however, she blushed and even smiled, "Husband…" She cooed happily, getting fluttering feelings in her gut from the mere thought. It made her wanna do warm, fuzzy things to a certain warm and fuzzy serial killer, but this was just as great. "Mmmm… is that what you wanted to hear?" She asked sweetly.
Sylar
He usually did, he just skipped the martini glass and fed her from the spout, as it were. Sylar was fairly sure she hadn't meant it as such, but it was still fun to slap her pussy and she had to realize that, too. Ugh, he cringed at 'master', even though he still liked it, it was waaay to cliché for him. Sylar groaned long into her pussy, suckling her labia into his mouth when she got it right. Spot on perfect. Fuck, that was just hot. He'd never admit it, and the reasons were obvious, but whenever she cooed at him, he'd give her the world on a plate, himself as well. "Hmm, yeah, baby, that's it……" he groaned, slipping a trio of fingers into her snatch again as a reward, fluttering them inside her with sloshing wet noises, feeling her pussy run with juices, his tongue sliding around his fingers, licking her up greedily. Warm and fuzzy?! And serial killer?! Same sentence?!…..well…..it really depended on what kinds of things……"That's it, you filthy whore, you say that and my name." His eyes closed, laving all over her pussy, fluttering softly at her clit. God, that word, that title alone made him so fucking hard……Sylar had to shift his other hand down to stroke his aching, dripping meat slowly.
Elle
Husband was going to be her second guess, if master wasn't the correct one anyways. The fact that he was her husband turned her on greatly as well; it made everything so much sexier. He was sucking on her lower set of lips and she winced in pleasure, looking down at where she figured him to be. "C-can I see… my husband n-now? And…how sexy he is?" She hitched her hips up when he shoved those three fingers inside of her, making her release cries of satisfaction. Elle delighted in the symphony of sloshing juices, and his deep guttural noises. By warm in fuzzy, the fact that his body is indeed warm and the fuzzy in the fact that he was hairy, which was extremely sexy. "Hubbie…." she whined, "Can I cum for you? Please, Gabriel?"
Sylar
Fuck, it made him lightheaded, that word. Although, he would've taken the first part of the blindfold sentence, if not the second half, which he knew was to butter him up. Uh…..not like she could see him down here anyways, what with her belly. "Mmm," he grunted into her, laving over her clit now, feeling her pussy loosen up for his pinky…..which he slid inside, all four fingers in her snatch now, he wriggled them upwards, hitching at her pubic bone, wanting to see her writhe. "You just keep begging like that, slut, and we'll see," he told her, going back to her love buttons. But his hand left his cock for an instant to flick off the blindfold for her. "Don't cum, whore," he warned again. She was so tight…….his hand went right back to jerking his dick, soft slapping noises emitting from his slick motions.
Elle
She squealed in apprehension when she felt that pinky go inside of her hole, she tried to shake away a bit confused. "Gabriel…" She said softly, "What are you doing?" The last time he did this was at Disney World, she remembered that clearly. When those fingers hitched, she squealed out loudly, probably high enough to shatter glass if it were directly in front of her. That blindfold was removed just as she asked, and the light assaulted her eyes forcing her to close them anyways. Slowly she opened her hues giving those blues time to adjust to the light where she saw the top of his dark head from over her belly. "I won’t… promise…" She could hear the sound of him jacking his dick; oh, how she wanted to see his cock; she hadn't yet. Elle had every micrometer of his phallus memorized, every vein mapped out in her mind, but she never got enough of staring at it; it was incredibly mesmerizing.
Sylar
Well, this time he'd make it good for her, he really would. But she clearly allowed and craved his fingers and cock, so he didn't have to worry that she still feared either. His fist however……He'd done it once and only once and had probably screwed his chances of ever getting to do it again without her throwing a screaming f- Sylar jerked his head away, grimacing, raising a shoulder to bury his ear into it to stop the noise at such close quarters, pleasurable and flattering as it was. Sylar would be thrilled to know she'd memorized his dick, just as he'd memorized her pussy the first time he'd eaten it, thinking he'd never see it or any other again. He didn't answer her question, as the answer should be pretty damn obvious. Sylar forced more of his fingers into her cunt, spreading her wide, feeling her clench on them. "Good slut, good little whore……." the vibe still buzzed at her ass, probably making it numb. Sylar moved it to her pussy, vibrating under his fingers, beginning to hitch at her hole, trying to enter. It would loosen her up marvelously. She hadn't even gotten close? Not once? Frankly, that put him out. She had yet to scream that she was close or whimper for him to fuck her or let her suck his cock. So Sylar slipped the slick plastic, vibrating all the way into her pussy beside his fingers, pushing in much deeper of course; but he pushed his own digits in further, too, until the knuckles were buried and the only thing not in her was from his thumb upwards. Sylar tilted the toy inside her, hitching up at her walls, opening her up and pleasuring her simultaneously. The entire time, his hand never ceased his slow strokes of his cock.
Elle
She was whimpering, obviously in some discomfort, but she trusted him. Elle knew that Gabriel wouldn't hurt her, and he certainly wouldn't be doing this if he thought she wouldn't like it at all. She trusted him fully and completely. "Daddy…" She whimpered wanting her answer. Sure it was obvious but she still wanted to hear him say it, at least calm or appease her or something. Walls gripped his digits and she mewled at his praise, she was doing well, but she had no idea how she was going to take it when his thumb entered, that was going to be total and complete hell. He placed that vibrator under her hole, making her moan out. She wanted to suck his cock, but if she did he couldn't finish whatever it was he doing; and she did alert him that she wanted to cum every time she asked if she could, which he denied her. Being the good girl that she was, she obeyed her husband's command. Besides, he said not to give commands or anything of the sort, and she was desperately trying not to, she was trying to just let him do whatever it was he wanted to. When he sunk those fingers in deeper she screamed out, whimpering. "Gabriel…" That indicated for him to make it feel good and fast.
Sylar
Never intentionally hurt her, not Elle. There was a time where he would have honestly said he'd never do something if she didn't like it…….Things changed. Sylar quickly beat down the urge to shove the rest of his hand in when she screamed, his cock bucking in his hand at the sound……such a wonderful sound……She was obeying now very well, the perfect whore, the only whore for him. Sylar quickly flicked his tongue at her clit to assuage the pain, removing his fingers, leaving the vibrating toy within her, letting her adjust. Fuck, all he wanted to do was fuck her hole with his fist. Hurry up and goddamn get used to it, he though, harshly. Sylar worked the toy in and out of her hole, making it feel better, probably getting her very close to orgasm. He placed the toy to her clit, buzzing it underneath her bud, while he lapped at her pussy. Entering his fingers slowly to the depth they were before. Removing them again, still licking at her, he pushed them back in, taking his time, hating it all the while. "I don't hear you begging……" he prompted, stubble scraping all over her soft, wet flesh, nibbling and sucking on her labia as it spread for his fingers.
Elle
She bucked and whined as she looked down at him. He was trying to get her adjusted to the fisting that was sure to happen. For the most part he was doing a good job, not rushing the process or anything. He wouldn't know it, but she was incredibly grateful for him taking his time. "Daddy… I want you… want you so bad…" Elle gave off a high whimper as she spread her legs wider for him. Pearly white teeth came down to bite on her lower lip, as she gave him a look of longing and desire. Gabriel knew exactly what to do to her, knew that she quite honestly didn't care what he did to her as long as the pain wasn't completely and utterly unbearable. Sometimes that couldn't be helped given how big everything about him was, but she had her fingers crossed for this stunt he was going to pull.
Sylar
See? She knew exactly what was going on, no need to ask him. Uh, he kind of did know her gratitude. He'd…..been aware of the opposite reaction the last time he'd tried it. Sylar still fucking hated taking his time with anything, but he continued fisting his cock, giving the illusion of contentment at the situation. He'd read that she should cum like crazy if he did this right. Shoving it in and abusing her hole was not 'right', despite being totally fucking hot. Sylar missed her sensual looks given her belly and the placement of his mouth, pulling her lips between his and into his mouth to suck on them ravenously. Elle would see an object zip past her frame of sight, if her eyes were open at all, as Sylar called the lone bottle of lube (unless she had others stored somewhere), to his hand using his mind. Uncapping it, she would be unable to hear all of his motions while he used his sound manipulation; he poured a large dose into his cupped palm, heating it slightly so it wasn't cold as all fuck. This he pushed back inside her with his four fingers, suckling on her clit gently.
Elle
He hated taking his time? Certainly didn't seem that way when he was reading or fixing watches (he was so sexy when he fixed watches). She listened to the sounds of him pumping his cock; the constant frapping noise aroused her greatly. "Daddy… Daddy… hurry… I'm horny… hubby…" She kept bucking her hips against those restraints, moaning out as he continued to lick and suck on her, making her feel delightful. As good as it felt, she was more so focused on cumming. Blue eyes fell closed as she let the sensations overwhelm her. Suddenly there was something wet and warm going inside of her with the accompaniment of his four fingers and she squealed out. "W-what's that?" It was always in her nature to know what she didn't know, especially what made her curious.
Sylar
Well, yes, when he wanted things to get done, he kind of hated this process, unless it was something he wanted to savor. Of course some things felt better because you had to work for them, but…..Sexy? He wasn't going to touch that one. Sylar murmured, "Baby, baby…..hurry? I know you are, slut…..hmm" into her folds. He could tell she was feeling good when she bucked at him, clearly telegraphing 'hurry up!' at him. "Hmm? Oh, just a little something……" he said nonchalantly. It was her nature to know what she didn't know. Curiosity, yes, knowing every single thing she didn't know? No, that was his thing. Sylar began to press his thumb, already slicked, in alongside his fingers, keeping them bunched together, all of them touching. Moving the vibe under her clit to buzz there while he worked her.
Elle
Well, obviously not to the extent of him, but she did like to be educated… sometimes, if it was done in a fun way: via him reading her books or taking her to museums for example. She wasn't a geek or anything, by no means, that was all him. His thumb started to enter her, and she squealed out moaning loudly. "GABRIEL! GABRIEL!" He'd be able to recognize these as screams of pleasure with a dab of pain in the mix. The vibrator was a miraculous distraction, doing a great job of keeping her mind off of what it was he was actually doing. She wondered what made Gabriel think of doing this again, the naughty beast.
Sylar
Uh, actually, he'd thought of it as he'd gotten down there between her legs. Such a mystery. Sylar heard her loud and clear, louder and clearer than any other human, or semi-human. He yanked his hand from her pussy with a wet slurping squelch, but leaving the vibe there to be a devil. "Don't cum, whore," he warned yet again. Sylar was feeling a little evil and what better way than to take it out on a deserving, welcoming little victim? One who was at his mercy and also craved him; who also happened to have a wonderful pussy which he was not utilizing for the sake of his own physical pleasure at the moment, though he should. Sylar felt his hand moving faster over his cock, pushing to foreskin over the head to pull it back on the down stroke, the precum easing the slide now. His dick jerked at her screams. "I will get mean if you cum, babe."
Elle
She was sobbing out, tears flowing down her eyes. "I'm trying! I'm trying!" Her orgasm was practically racing up to her, how much longer would she be able to hold it back. He left that vibrator there to torture her further, she knew. "GABRIEL! GABRIEL! I can't…. I'm going to… help me…" She knew that he was going to be mean if she came when he specifically told her not to, that much was expected, but it honestly wasn't her fault; he was the one doing all these things to her. "Please… I can't stop it… Daddy…. Daddy," she squeaked out at the end, cumming despite herself, her hips bucking and her body writhing.
Sylar
Damn, pity for her, then. Elle came, flooding out, bucking her hips, her voice choking off at the end, shuddering, so beautiful. Just when he was going to take away the vibe, too. Sylar practically cackled, surely doing so mentally. He finally removed the toy from her, making no moves whatever to swallow her juices down or clean her, as that would help the process. Elle's view of him was naturally obstructed by the bump and his location. So Sylar growled a low, threatening rumble in his chest that moved up to his throat, grating out. All for show, but she would be scared stiff, thinking he was pissed. Sylar began to reinsert his four fingers after re-lubing them and his thumb, again, keeping them bunched, he began to press them all in, nuzzling her love button as he did so. This time he was pushing in his hand with the intent to get it inside her channel.
Elle
"Gabriel…" she released, her voice a fearful squeak. "I-I'm sorry… I tried… I did, but… I couldn't help it…" She started to whine now, not wanting to have disappointed or disobeyed. "I'm sorry… really… I didn't mean it…" He gave off a deep, manly, (admittedly) sexy, noises of displeasure and she started sniffling. What was he going to do to her now? Elle knew that she had messed up, but it wasn't as if she did it intentionally. He started to push his four fingers into her and she gasped out, bucking her hips and squealing. She felt him pushing and pushing; obviously trying to get his hand inside of her, and she squeaked out and whined from the sensation, her hole being stretched like it was the fateful day in Disney, although a lot more bearable. "Gabrieeeeeel!"
Sylar
Fuck, he was getting pleasure indications from her body, but he couldn't tell with her squealing. Oh, well. Sylar hadn't really started out with the idea of what he would feel (i.e. disappointment) if she did disobey, so he settled for not caring, lucky enough for her ass. But she didn't need to know that nor did she at the moment. Sylar thrust the opening of the bottle of lube at her entrance, in the palm of his hand. The lube would work its way around his fingers as he would get going, but also get some around her walls now, too. He pushed gently, eventually getting the hardest part in; the knuckles. This done, Sylar twisted it clockwise, counter-clockwise, back and forth to loosen her up to take the rest, finally slipping to his wrist. He held there and waited for her to accommodate.
Elle
It was mostly a mix of both pleasure and pain that coursed through her, but for the most part she was feeling pleasure. The squealing was a result of both, but for the most part she was about to break down in tears in front of him. Normally this was something she'd roll her eyes at, not caring whether or not he got mad, but her hormones were raging and her moods were out of her control. "I-I'm sorry…." She felt more lube being added to the mix, her breath hitching as he pressed in further, whimpering when he pushed those knuckles through, gasping for air. "Aaaaah!" She squealed when he twisted his hand, writhing and moaning when he did it again. When those were inside of her he seated the rest of his hand securely inside of her; her walls hugged it tightly. Next he just left his hand inside of her, giving her time to catch her breath.
Sylar
So long as it wasn't to- wait, tears? Of pain? They were never going to get anywhere. Whatever. His fist was in; she was feeling some pleasure; and she was screaming pain or screaming for him to stop. "Shut up, slut." He didn't want any more of her apologies. Giving her a few moments (eons), Sylar turned his fist palm up and began to wriggle his fingers at her pubic bone inside her; rubbing just right over her g-spot, still keeping his digits close together. Looking down at her spread pussy, Sylar gave a soft groan, his cock highly envious. God, that was hot. Her pussy was perfect, taking anything he had to give it.
Elle
She sucked in multiple breaths trying to quiet herself for him, that still didn't stop her sobbing. Loud squelching was heard as he worked her insides, causing her to squeal out loudly as he ran his fingers over her walls and all of her most sensitive areas. Her body was unintentionally fighting against those restraints as she writhed from his action. "Da-Da-Daddy!" That was feeling extremely good, so very good. Without the pain this had to be one of the best feelings she'd ever experienced. What prompt him to fist her now of all times?
Sylar
Why now? Because he knew she liked it, granted, not the way he'd done it the first time, but, still. Sylar wanted to do it and do it right. And make her cum like a fountain. He laughed manically at her delicious squirming, the rough pads of his fingers scraping gently over her front wall, hooking under, fuck, just right. Meanwhile, having had another idea, he slicked up the vibe and his fingers. Using telekinesis obviously and began pressing his first finger into her back hole, groaning himself at the sight. Sylar was forced to fuck his own hand at the image, the idea of what he would do next. Such delicious torture he could inflict on her body. Elle's pussy was incredibly wet and tight. Every muscle's motion being felt on his hand and wrist, squeezing him rhythmically in time to his medium-paced strokes inside her. God, this was too much, Sylar added another lubed finger into her ass, pumping and scissoring.
Elle
Elle's skin was the deepest shade of red it'd ever been; she ground against his hand, mouth ajar as she felt every knuckle, curve, and extremity within her. This may be great for practice labor, his hand was about just as big as a baby's head if not bigger, right? Maybe all she needed was to get lubricated the right way, but there was no telling what the chemicals could do to baby (it was unlikely they'd do anything). A finger slipped within her ass and she gave a high squeal calling out to him, her sphincter squeezing his digit and the second one the entered. "Daddy… "
Sylar
Sylar was getting high of her lust, his own increasing tenfold. Loud, obscene, wet noises of his mental hand fisting himself were heard as he watched her, licking his lips lavishly. He was desperate to penetrate something of hers. His cock oozed precum all over the carpet, increasing the glide of his 'hand'. Sylar’s real hands were working her holes furiously; all four in her pussy were wriggling furiously against her hidden pocket, tapping and pulling and rubbing at it, her soft inner button. The speed of his fingers was unmatched only by the vibrator, and this directly to her hidden spot. His other literal hand worked her ass hole open, twisting and spreading until it was time for the next wet third digit, trying to dig them in as much as possible. "Loosen up for Daddy, slut, he needs to get in." Not his fist, but something almost equally large. God, multi-tasking was fucking awesome.
Elle
She gave a near orgasmic scream as he worked her, wanting to cum so very badly, and she was close. Her ass was being stretched open by his large digits and she could only wonder what he was going to do. Was he going to fist both of her holes? Was he trying to rip her apart? Was this his way of punishing her for going out when she wasn't suppose to? "T-trying, Daddy… about to cum for you… any minute now."
Sylar
"No, slut, loosen your ass, Daddy needs to get in it," was his admission, "And I want lots of orgasms and squirting from that sweet pussy," his statement of intent. No, he knew his cock or his hand alone was enough to make her bleed quite literally, having long since taken her virginity, too, evidenced by her full belly. Oh, this was hot. Not pausing the jerking of his own member, another invisible hand would smack her ass while his fingers fluttered in her holes. Soon enough the fourth and final finger was pressed into her tight ass, also kept bunched, after further work, the knuckles slid in. While this might cause her panic, he knew she trusted him, and while he could heal her, he couldn't heal her mind of the distrust. Sylar wasn't stupid, as erotic as it would have been. Thrusting his four fingers in her dirty back hole, Sylar leant forward to lap at her clit, thinking she needed a little more help over the edge.
Elle
As soon as his tongue made contact with her clit she came around him instantly, a large helping of fluids leaked from out of her stretched pussy, reminiscent of falling water as it splattered against the carpet audibly. Loud screams were heard from her, the neighbors sure to think she was getting tortured or something similar. Again she came over him, over and over again as long as he still had his full hand in her pussy and his other partially in her ass. "DADDY! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!" The carpet beneath her was soaked, juices squirting out from what cracks it could squirting out against him to hit his body.
Sylar
And just like that, she came in a flood; the second great flood of cum, this time. He moved closer, his body being drenched in her sweet cum, as he threw his head back, eyes closed at the feeling of her hot juices on him, a snarl of pure lust being shot through him. Sylar couldn't resist crowing and laughing like the psychopath he was at the sight, his jacking increasing at it and the sound and the feeling of her wet cunt squeezing down on not only his hand. Her cum not ceasing, so he made a fist again, all knuckles and hard angles inside her now, and began to press inward; pulling it back when it was too tight at the same medium pace until it got difficult, then it would thrust back in. Eventually this tore her open to his tunneling hand. Sylar had just enough patience left in him want to see something, so he removed his hand from her anus, watching it gape, his tongue licking across his lips, tasting her juices. His fingers being replaced with the vibe, flicked on high and pressed into her open ass.
Elle
He moved his hand out of her ass and she could feel her hole contracting, cool air from outside blowing inside of it. "Oh fuck . . oh fuck… oh fuck… Daddy… I-I can't… take muc-" she came again, more fluids expelling from her. He pressed that vibrator inside of her and she groaned out, complaining. "C-c-cock! Da-Da-Daddy!" The vibrator felt absolutely terrific, there was no doubt about it, but the vibrator wasn't Gabriel. She needed him inside of her, his throbbing meat, his warm flesh, his gallons of hot semen pooling inside of her. How could she have anything but?
Sylar
"Fucking slut!" he growled at her, hearing exactly what he needed to hear from her desperate lips. His cock jerked and ached at the sound, nearly spurting his precum from the tip in an arch. "Cum on the toy, whore, and I'll fuck you like you need," he commanded. Oh, she would have his throbbing meat, alright, and very, very soon. The fist buried in her snatch rammed in and out of her hole, scraping, pushing and abusing her pussy, the wettest, filthiest, most sexual noises squelching from her pussy. Sylar groaned, pumping the toy in and out of her for good measure. "C'mon….." he nearly begged.
Elle
He didn't really need to beg her to do anything; Elle was going to cum relentlessly regardless. She gave a loud shrill, the note so high that one of the nearby drinking classes she'd had earlier in the day cracked, luckily it was empty. "DADDY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" There wasn't too much she could do on the side of begging, she made her desires crystal clear. It was time for him to stuff her with cock as well and flood her hole with jizz.
Sylar
Sylar turned his fist in her pussy, so the knuckles of his right hand faced to her left, his hand straight up and down, his thumb upwards. Moving his hand for a bit, he removed the toy with a wet noise before lubing up his rigid cock and placing the large head at her back hole. "Ready?" He asked, but didn't, couldn't wait. He shoved straight in, growling as his dick was finally encased in her hot muscled flesh, in that welcoming tightness that was hers, but belonged to him. Precum leaking into her, giving her scant seconds to adjust before pulling back to slam home again with a groan, feeling his hand on this side of her walls, his cock being rubbed by it as well. To be nasty, Sylar pressed the vibe to her clit, pushing with both sheathed appendages in both holes.
Elle
"Y-YEAH!" And just like that, Gabriel gave her exactly what she asked for, pressing that dick into her tight asshole. She screamed out loudly, cumming again from just that action alone. It felt weird having both his hand his cock inside of her; she wondered if he could feel his cock through her walls with his hand and vice versa. Elle's holes were blown open and messy, the wet squelching driving her insane (-er) with his every motion. Oh, she hoped he blew a big load in her; she deserved one.
Sylar
Fuck, was it possible for her to be tighter than normal? It felt like it. But he didn't really care or have much time to think on it he was so hard. Sylar bucked into her, forcing his dick deep into her ass, nearly taking it with him as he went, his motions were nearly all inwards, further in, always in. "Uughn….." Was his groan of the greatest form of pleasure. "Cum…..for me…..slut, c'mon…..cum….." he commanded between ramming punches into her ass. His fist did its job by twisting around, his knuckles hitting everything repeatedly and slowly to come back to square one and do it again. He hadn't anticipated it would feel that good, and he barked as he felt his own hand putting pressure on his dick in the hole over. Sylar was now able to stand up, and, given his height difference with his wife. He was able to take her nipples into his mouth and suck like a crazed vacuum, tasting her milk as it drained over his tongue.
Elle
Her ass felt so good, her pussy felt fucking fantastic. If Elle could choose the way she wanted to die, it'd definitely be this way from orgasms tearing through her. Gabriel was commanding her to cum again, and like clockwork she did. It was almost as if she was hardwired to cum when he said to. Her ass squeezed his dick tightly, painfully almost as if it were trying to break his meat in half. Her primary hole was also squeezing his hand, following the contours of his wrist as it held onto it for dear life. More juices gushed from her, a sloppy mess being made. His sucking of her nipples didn't do anything to slow her down either; instead it caused her to cum even more.
Sylar
He eventually broke away to snarl as both her holes tightened down on him, grunting explosively as his dick was gripped in pain, his balls drawing up. Precum nearly exploded into her asshole, muscles jerking randomly. Every brutal ram into her ass made wet, nasty, slapping claps as her pussy squirted everywhere, more getting onto his stomach and thighs, dripping down his heavy, tight, hot balls. Sylar lashed his tongue over her nipple, before grating his teeth over it none too gently, mouthing and slobbering all over her tit while he groaned. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" She would get her load soon enough and he would love to kill her from orgasms; it would be the way he'd want to go, too. "Fucking bitch, fuck those tight holes, cum all over me, filthy whore!”
Elle
She twitched as he bit on her nipple, shifting a bit in his arms. He was practically pulverizing her ass with his cock; it was easy to imagine him creating entirely new pathways; he was excavating her hole. Already he was asking her to cum again, but she desired to be filled up, to have her juices replaced by his cum. "C-cum, Daddy! Cum!" Elle knew he couldn't keep this up much longer; he was practically dripping precum inside of her. The visual stimulation alone from fisting her had to be extraordinary.
Sylar
Gradually his face screwed up in pleasure-pain; he hadn't fucked this ass this hard in too long. Throbbing, twitching meat moved around inside her filthy back hole while he indeed pulverized it, scraping every inch of her walls as it went tunneling. Her ass was so hot and just the right amount of wet, tight as all fuck, his organ swelling and hardening to insane rigidity as he slammed it into her. "Fucking cum, you fucking cheap ass whore! I. Told. You. To. Cum!!" He punctuated with impossibly deep grinds, searching for her stomach; his fist inside her was jerked steadily back and forth in her soaked, sopping pussy as it dripped.
Elle
Just as he'd commanded she came on him, nails digging painfully into his arms drawing blood. There was nothing that she could say, her voice was sore and as badly as she wanted to scream, she just couldn't. Her vision was fading in and out, all she wanted to do was rest against him, but it was pretty hard to do with him raping her holes. "Cum… need it…"
Sylar
Sylar's head threw back as his arms were cut by her nails, his dick being tested in her asshole. Whether he wanted to or not, he couldn't hold back. Shuddering, he roared his release into her. Lifting her hips to slam them down onto him, shoving his fist into her at the same time. Sweat slicked body blurred one last time, into one last jack-hammering thrust where his dick ground around inside before popping. Sylar's load was forced hot and deep and thick into her in large amounts; more than normal, too; from the sex acts and the lack of stimulation for so long. His lifting hand on her hip, moved her down on him in jerking, uncoordinated motions as his eyes rolled back, his dick still pumping like an endless hose, his roar fading to a growl.
Elle
His dick's multiple throbs could be felt inside her ass. Elle immediately knew what was about to happen, she moaned out in anticipation. Asshole was thirsty for his cum, waiting to swallow as much of his load as it could. Finally that familiar warmth poured within her, saturating her anal walls and insides. Sparks traced across her skin and she came released a minor orgasm, sighing. "Oh god, Daddy… oh god, Daddy… ," she gave a high whine and looked up at him, skin completely flushed.
Sylar
Panting harshly, hips still making distracted, unplanned motions into her. Sylar continued working his dick into her ass; still cumming, filling her up, coating her insides completely, making them sticky in the extreme. He nuzzled her breast with his nose and stubbled cheek, gasping hot breath onto her skin. "Uughn….." was his own response, giving her nipple a kiss. The hard rod in her ass maintaining its highly erect state in her, even after her attempts to break it.
Elle
Her buried his face into her and she sighed out, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her. She held onto him for dear life, scared he was going to drop her, but doing that he wasn't (it was the whole height thing). "Daddy… w-wanna lay down, cuddle, please?" She asked sweetly and softly. Elle knew that this was basically suppose to had been her punishment, but hopefully she could at least get that.
Sylar
He slowly set her back down to the chair and tossed away the vibe. Carefully removing his fist from her pussy, letting the rest of her juices and cum flood out around it, Sylar rubbed his slick, slimy hand over her pussy, inner thighs, belly and breasts. Lifting her up around him, he leaned her back for her belly to make room, keeping his cock from removing itself. Still not in control of his breathing as he lay her down to the bed, rolling her to her side to face him, cock still stuck up her ass, acting as a thick cum plug. She'd been punished quite thoroughly. "I hope you will think of this lesson the next time you think about disobeying Daddy," he was quite serious. If she thought it had been bad? It could always get worse, way worse. In the meantime, his hands went up to her plump tits, leisurely moving over them.
Elle
She wrapped her arms around his neck immediately after he untied her. Taking his hand, he rubbed her juices all over her body and she looked back up at him. The action itself was so nasty and overtly sexual, that if she had more energy within her, she'd fuck him again. Onto the bed they went, Gabriel keeping his dick buried inside of her, cum still flowing about inside of her. "Yeah… never gonna disobey Daddy ever, ever again." Elle was well aware that it could get way worse, but as good as that felt, she had no desire to know what else he was capable of doing to her. Yawning, she let her eyes fall closed. It was time to get some sleep, whatever energy she had was fucked out of her. Perhaps, things will be just as great tomorrow, she'd love to be fisted again.
