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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Jasmine didn't even bother looking back at Bartiel as he spoke. She simply shrugged and continued walking, stepping from the trees and tucking her hands in her pockets. "You should have thought about that before you challenged me," Jasmine purred sweetly, humming softly as she began to walk a bit faster. "I don't back down from a challenge and I always get what I want." Stopping she turned and looked up at him, face absolutely adorable as she blinked her eyes slowly. "I mean, I got you didn't I?" With a sweet smile she turned and headed for her dorm, humming a silly little tune as she bounced along.

"Besides, if you try talking me out of it now then it's the same as going back on your word, and that wouldn't be a very honorable thing to do, now would it? What would your mother say? Or Vision? They'd be awfully disappointed in you, and so would I."
 
Bartiel blinked as she mentioned that she always got what she wanted. “More or less,” he had to admit that she was frighteningly good at getting what she wanted. Although when she mentioned that she got him, he looked at her, pausing and blinking. “You're acting as if I'm your property, like a dog or a cat you picked up at the pound,” but there wasn't any anger or indignation in his voice, simply a statement. In the past, there would be, but when she collared him the last time, while he initially felt indignant, and even terrified from the electricity, there was something arousing and...comforting about the collar around his neck, although also humiliating.

“Tch!” he said, glaring a bit. “I already said that I would. But you seem to love warping and twisting the rules in your own little way, so I don't see why I can't when I find the opportunity,” he commented. Although he didn't see an opportunity to do any 'twisting' right here, he would certainly use it if he could. Like when she mentioned that she had more than one collar, he'd considered letting her collar him then just taking it off, since he only said that he'd wear it, not for how long.

As they entered her dorm, Bartiel was trying to think of how to keep too many people from finding out about them. If they were seen together, it would be fine; people wouldn't make any assumptions of the stoic and supposedly asexual(Really, just intentionally sexually repressed) Bartiel doing anything with Jasmine, but he couldn't imagine the trouble if word spread all over the school.
 
Jasmine just smiled at Bartiel and shook her head, unlocking her door and walking in. Her dorm now smelled of hot chocolate and gingerbread cookies and Jasmine took a deep breath, mouth watering before she heard singing from the kitchen. A second later Trisha came out of the kitchen wearing only a small tube dress and carrying a large tray piled with the sweet, warm cookies. Jasmine quickly ran over and wrapped her arms round her aunt, who laughed and sat down the tray before enveloping Jasmine in her arms.

Before she could resist the urge Jasmine rubbed her cheek against Trisha's breasts and gave the woman a playful nip before she was pushed away. "Behave," Trisha warned and Jasmine just grinned at her before looking back at Bartiel. "I don't think he would mind," Jasmine purred sweetly giving her aunt a grin as the woman set hands on her hips and tried to glare Jasmine down.

"Be good," she warned again before disappearing into the kitchen and Jasmine just chuckled. Plucking a cookie from the tray the small girl took a bite and let out a happy little groan of delight, looking at Bartiel. "You've got to try these, she's an amazing baker."
 
Bartiel blinked as he noticed that Jasmine's aunt was wearing just a tube dress. Admittedly, his eyes almost stared. Almost. He quickly refocused on the ground. His time with Jasmine had awakened his nymphomaniac side, and his time alone meant that he didn't have anyone to 'work it out' with, leaving him frusturated sexually; the thing keeping him from going insane was the fact that he'd been excercising. Now that he was cooling down, his libido was warming up.

However as he saw Jasmine nip her aunt's breast, causing his eyes to open wide. He paused before Trisha disappeared into the kitchen. Shaking his head, Bartiel tried to shrug off everything, although he wondered if Jasmine was also from a slightly incestuous family as well. Taking a cookie, he bit down, not particularly having any expectations, but afterwards, he blinked. “...It's good,” was all he said, although he finished the cookie quickly.

After the cookie was done, Bartiel relaxed in the chair where he sat, letting out a deep breath. “So I take it only your aunt has stayed here right now?” he asked.
 
Jasmine chuckled at Bartiel's reaction to the cookie, humming as she watched him with a smile. Trisha came out of the kitchen again just in time to hear the elder teen's question and she nodded, setting down a cup of thick, rich hot chocolate on the table beside him before handing Jasmine another mug.

"I decided to stick around for a few days since I don't get to spend any time with my niece," she smiled, walking back to the kitchen and swallowing a small sound as Jasmine came up behind her and softly nipped the back of her neck. With a giggle Jasmine walked around the chair that Bartiel had seated himself in before settling herself in his lap. Wiggling slight and scooting so that the curve of her ass rested direction atop his groin the small girl wiggled her hips just a little bit, turning her head to look at him, smiling sweetly.
 
Bartiel nodded expressionlessly when she mentioned that she decided to stick around. “Very well,” he said, before he watched Jasmine sneak over to her aunt and bite her on the neck, before Jasmine sat in his lap. For a moment he paused, before he looked at her and gave her the softest, quickest of little kisses while Trisha was gone. Not that it mattered at all, since the woman seemed to know about them already.

Bartiel paused as she seemed to get her asscheeks so his cock was laying just between them. Biting his lower lip, the redhead closed his eyes and leans back, relaxing in the chair. “Is this okay?” he asked. “I mean, is it alright that she knows about us...?” Bartiel whispered to Jasmine.
 
Jasmine giggled softly and purred, nodding as she wiggled slightly in his lap to get comfortable before taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "She doesn't mind," Jasmine answered, looking back toward the kitchen. "Aunt Trisha is really good at keeping secrets, besides, she thinks it's cute." Jasmine had told her aunt quite a few details about their relationship and Trisha was delighted that Jasmine had found someone that she cared for enough to tone down her sex drive, even if it was only slightly.

"Besides, if I decide I want to fuck you all I had to do is ask her nicely to go for a walk, or head into town; there's a little shop that she's been wanting to go to but she's been procrastinating for a few days."
 
Bartiel blinked when she said that Trisha thought it was cute. “She doesn't think you're too young or I'm too old?” he asked. Of course, Vision didn't think that, and Delilah didn't, but they didn't count in Bartiel's book; Vision was too young to understand what other people would think, and Delilah never cared what anyone thought, nor was she 100% sane.

Still, when she mentioned that all she'd have to do was ask Trisha to go for a walk, Bartiel's cheeks flushed bright red. He was still a bit shy about the intensely sexual nature of their relationship, something which was incredibly obvious. Glancing away, he smiled. “Is that so...?” he said quietly, before shaking his head a little. “That's nice to know, that she doesn't mind,” he said as he put his arms around Jasmine's waist.
 
Jasmine grinned at Bartiel's blush, purring as she snuggled into his arms. "She says that it's cute how someone as cold and stoic as you can keep up with someone as giggly, bubbly, and sexually needy as I am," she purred, unable to help but grin at him. "She also thinks it's cute that you're dating a thirteen year old who looks like she's eight; gives a whole new meaning to lolita in this case."

Purring cutely and snuggling closer Jasmine kissed Bartiel's cheek before softly nibbling on his lower lip, laying her head back against his shoulder as she grinned at him, waiting for him to argue about her aunt's opinions or views in any way. He didn't seem quite comfortable with certain aspects of their relationship and Jasmine found it both extremely amusing and somewhat annoying.
 
Bartiel looked at her as she mentioned how sexually needy he was. “Aa... Our relationship's been so turbulant that we literally haven't spent three consecutive days together. I don't think that you're that sexually needy, really...” he commented. Although when she mentioned that she looked like she was eight, his cheeks grew bright red. That was one of his major worries; she didn't even look like she was thirteen, and he looked far older than sixteen, looking more to be in his early twenties to the casual observer.

Although when she kissed his cheek and nibbled on his lip, he murmured a little. “Aa...” he mumbled softly as she laid her head against his shoulder. For a moment he considered arguing about the fact that it wasn't cute that they looked the way they did. However, after a moment he opted not to argue. “...It really terrifies me that I might one day be arrested for statuatory rape, but even still, I like you the way you are,” he said to her before kissing her full-on on the lips.
 
Slightly surprised Jasmine realized that they really hadn't spent more than three consecutive days together and she sighed, squirming slightly in his lap. "I am sexually needy, though," she pointed out, "I'm a nympho, if you ignore my urges then you wake up tied to your bed," she giggled.

Jasmine didn't get a chance to argue he'd not be arrested before he kissed her. Happily returning the kiss and purring she snuggled closer and deepened the kiss. Wiggling her hips slightly before breaking the kiss she smiled and purred. "I don't know about you but I'm extremely horny," she purred with a giggle, "come to my room with me?"

Blinking cutely at him and purring she wiggled again and shifted enough to grab hold of his hair and pull his head back, leaning in to give his neck a firm bite before she wriggled out of his lap and purred, padding towards her room with a smile.
 
Bartiel gave her a little bit of a nod when she mentioned that she was sexually needy. He chuckled when she mentioned that he would wake up tied to the bed. “Well, if I don't take care of those urges, who will?” he asked her, smiling a bit.

When she purred and deepened the kiss, the redhead shifted slightly and bounced her on his lap before she mentioned that she was extremely horny. At that, he smiled a little bit as she blinked at him so cutely. “Alright, then,” he said to her, leaning in and biting down on her neck, looking up at her. “I've missed you. I've missed being with you, and I've missed being inside your tight, warm pussy,” he whispered softly in her ear, dragging his tongue down from behind her earlobe, down her neck before giving a quick nip before she grabbed his hair and pulled back.

The bite to his neck caused him to let out a moan and push his hips up against hers', feeling himself growing excited as Jasmine remained on his lap. When she headed to her room, Bartiel smiled a bit and followed behind her, grabbing her hand and squeezing as he glanced back towards the kitchen. “Hey Trisha, I'm going to show your niece a few dance moves. Don't wait up for us,” he said before they went in her room.

Once they were inside, Bartiel closed the door and his demeanor changed completely. He literally shoved Jasmine against the door, lifting her up a little bit so he could kiss her and pressed his body against hers', his hips against hers as he forced a deep, lustful, passionate kiss onto her lips.
 
The moment she was inside the room Jasmine had pulled off her sweater, dropping it to the floor in a pile before Bartiel entered. Letting out a soft sound as she was shoved against the door Jasmine purred, though the sound was quickly muffled when Bartiel kissed her. Pressing against him Jasmine let out a small, almost eager sound in the back of her throat the small girl set her arms over his shoulders, curling the fingers of one small hand at the base of his skull before giving a tug. Nipping his lower lip and pressing closer the small girl pulled back for a second, shifting her position just enough before wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck and hopping.

Small legs wrapping round his waist she pressed herself close, grinding her hips against his as a low, happy sound pushed from her throat. "No bed, no floor, and no chair this time," she said pulling his head back with a sharp tug on his hair, setting him so that he looked her right in the eyes. "Either fuck me against the wall or hold me up, I don't want to touch the floor."
 
Bartiel's lusty eyes dulled as she let out the eagar sound as she tugged at him, moaning very softly as she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. As she grinded against his hips, he moaned as he slammed her body against the door, forcing a rough, harsh kiss on her before she forced him to look her in the eyes. As she said that she didn't want to touch the floor, he drove his hips into hers', almost panting as he grinded, pinning her there with his hips. “I wasn't particularly going to ask how I was going to fuck you, but that was my plan anyways,” he told her, letting out a lustful growl as he reached up, pulling back a little and pressing a leg to the door for balance.

As he did that, he used his hands to quickly undo her pants, pulling down on them slightly, holding her up so she could get out of them without having to touch the floor before he pulled his own pants down, kicking them off. His cock was already long and hard and pulsing, obviously already excited as he looked at her, lust and desire in his eyes as he grabbed her hair and pulled down hard so he could lean in and bite her neck almost harshly enough to draw blood.
 
It only took a second for Jasmine to push off her jeans and panties, kicking them off so that they landed in a pile somewhere along the floor, though she was a bit too distracted to particularly care where they landed. Letting out a small sound in the back of her throat as her eyes locked on his groin Jasmine squirmed softly and licked her lips, pushing her hips forward eagerly before he bit her. Gasping sharply the small girl stiffened, eyes closing and spine arching as a low sound pushed from deep in her chest. Nails pressing to his shoulders Jasmine let out a low whimper, tilting her head slightly as places low in her body tightened.

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist the small girl mewed and let out a low, happy sound, breathing having already changed so she panted softly and let out small, almost helpless sounds in the back of her throat. If she remained pinned to the wall Jasmine would struggle, though it wouldn't be a true struggle to get away; no, the thought of struggling and simply being pinned more roughly made her heart race and Jasmine hoped that Bartiel wouldn't try to control his urges again.
 
Bartiel smiled as she pressed her nails into his shoulders. Pulling back, he reached up to take his own shirt off so that he was in the nude as well, before moving closer to again, wrapping an arm around her lower back. Pulling away from the door, he held her up, suspending her without the help of the door, whispering in her ear. “I'm not going to be very gentle, unless you tell me to stop,” he warned her. In fact, he probably wouldn't even stop if she told him. He wasn't in a very gentle mood, because he'd been gone for three days, and he hadn't been too angry to be horny. His libido was driving him mad, he just hid it much better than Jasmine.

Pushing the head up into her, he looked at her as the helpless sounds escaped her throat, before all of a sudden he took a step forward, still holding her up and driving her against the door, a powerful slamming sound audible. His cock only had the head inside of her until he slammed her into the door, his cock driving itself as far into her body as it could as he let out a moan, leaning in and biting down on her neck as he pulled his hips back and slammed them harder, faster into her body, giving her no mercy as his cock twitched harshly inside of her tiny body.
 
Shivering at his warning she didn't bother swallowing a small, eager sound as she wriggled in his grasp. Before she could push herself down onto his length as he pushed the head of his cock into her body, Jasmine was slammed against the wall, crying out sharply as his entire length slammed into her body. Though she was wet she was still tight and the force behind his thrust was enough to turn pleasure into pain, but Jasmine didn't care; her body struggled to stretch around his cock, low whimpers pushed from her throat as she struggled to adjust, though she was given no time.

Screaming softly and arching Jasmine whimpered in the back of her throat as he bit down on her neck again, eyes closed and rolled back in her head as she clung to his shoulders, whimpering and moaning as he drove his cock harder and faster into her tiny body. She felt as if she were being ripped apart and the sensation was enough to force her over the edge after only a few thrusts.

Orgasm rushing through her body Jasmine moaned and whimpered, arching as her body tightened further, walls contracting and spasming as she pushed forward. Low, eager sounds of mixed pain and pleasure pushed from her chest the small girl gasped for breath.
 
As she cried out, Bartiel could tell that he'd hurt her. But as many times as she'd taken him without permission, or through almost pure coersion, and as rough as she had been with him sometimes, he thought it was only fair. Ramming himself harder into her as she screamed, Bartiel reached out and grabbed onto her legs and pried them from being around him. Now their sex was somewhat precarious, the only thing holding her up being her arms and the force of his thrusts as he drove himself all the way into her, pushing up into her as she went over the edge in mere seconds.

“Cumming so quickly?” he asked, his voice almost like a growl as he yanked her legs to the side as hard as he could, almost pulling her into the splits, though not pulling so hard to tear tendons or ligaments as he bent his knees to make it easier for him to not just thrust forward into her, but to slam himself upwards, driving his cock higher into her body as it twitched, throbbing hotly as he looked at her, leaning in and biting down on the other side of her neck, sucking hard, intending to leave a mark which wouldn't fade for some time, leave his mark on her.
 
Thanks to the fact that she was being taken against the door and had just came after only a few thrusts, Jasmine's ability for coherent thought had been greatly decreased, so much so that she was unable to answer his question with more than a whimper and small moan. Hips protesting the angle in which he held her legs, Jasmine whimpered and moaned again, panting and letting out low sounds as pleasure and pain mixed into a heady combination that made her heart almost flutter in her chest.

Jasmine had never been very good at separating the two and had had to train herself to not enjoy some of the more dangerous things she preferred sexually, but she'd found a near perfect match in Bartiel. Without even having to ask he'd hurt her, enough so that her need for pain and domination was thoroughly sated, something that was blatantly obvious as she moaned and whimpered, letting out small sounds of protest as he slammed into her, though she made no move to struggle for escape. She enjoyed feeling trapped, the knowledge that she couldn't get away or make him stop only driving on her pleasure as he continued to slam into her roughly.

Back hitting the door with each thrust Jasmine whimpered and moaned, low sounds and gasps of mixed pleasure and pain rushing through her body as the head of his cock slammed into her cervix, and even though she'd came, once already, hard enough that her cum was still dripping from her body, she was incredibly tight, tight enough that she could feel the resistance of her body with each thrust. Instead of protesting the small girl writhed, clinging to Bartiel so she'd remain upright even as her spine arched and low sounds pushed from her throat, small, unintelligible sounds escaping her. "More," she whimpered panting as her limbs tingled, "Please....more."
 
Bartiel panted and groaned as she whimpered against him. Looking at her, he enjoyed the pleasure of the sounds of the protest she made, some part of her protesting what he was doing, but knowing she was enjoying it so much that it hurt. Slamming into her, he heard the door almost shudder as he felt his cock hit the end of something. The muscles pulsed as her tight body seemed almost too tight for him, almost too much for her to handle.

Slowly, he blinked and looked at her as she gasped out for more. Looking at her, he snarled softly, a sick, wicked grin coming across his face. “More...?” he asked, before he dug his fingers into her ankles, before he pulled back just a little bit, his cock's head just barely staying inside of her as he forced her legs up. Instead of making them go to the side, he pulled them upwards, lifting them so that her feet were literally above her shoulders, her toes able to touch the door if she tried as he literally folded her in half.

After that, he wrapped his arms around her body, around her back, before he pulled her down while thrusting up, slamming her ass into the door as he pushed up into her, grinding deep and looking into her eyes before pulling back again, continuing to bang her against the door without yielding at all, using his shoulders to pin her legs to her body, his eyes never looking away from hers'.
 
Jasmine let out a low sound as she noticed his grin, whimpering softly as he grabbed her ankles but she didn't protest. Gasping sharply as her legs were forced up the small girl felt her muscles stretch and pull, groaning softly as he was pinned more securely to the door. In that position Jasmine would be completely helpless, unable to struggle more than to push at his shoulders or move her hips and her heart fluttered for a second, a panic beginning to grow in her chest before he slammed into her again and shattered those thoughts.

Crying out and digging her nails into his shoulders Jasmine whimpered and looked into his eyes, her fear, pleasure, and pain evident, though Jasmine somehow knew that he wouldn't hurt her, at least not in any way she didn't want. Low, guttural sounds pushed from her throat with each thrust the small girl whimpered and tried to move, knees pressed into her chest as she struggled to move or shift her position in any way. In reality she didn't want to be able to move, and she was held fast; no matter how she tried to move there was no way that she'd be able to change her position or get away without Bartiel allowing it.
 
Bartiel looked at her lustfully as he could see fear in her eyes. His cock throbbed harder as he realized that she was utterly helpless. Just as she'd done whatever she wanted to him without consequence, he could do whatever he wanted to her. One hand clenching into a claw almost, he gazed into her eyes as he slipped a hand between her legs, snaking it in and holding onto her neck, squeezing her neck almost violently.

At that, he didn't hold back, feeling her trying to struggle a little bit, he leaned his body forward, using his shoulders to drive her knees into her breasts as he moved the hand from behind her back to help hold onto her throat as he drove himself into her, holding her up by his hips pressing into hers' and his hands on her throat, applying a great deal of pressure as his cock throbbed inside of her body.
 
Jasmine felt Bartiel shift and had just enough time to exhale and take a deep breath before his hand wrapped around her throat. Trying to gasp she whimpered softly low in her throat and struggled, eyes widening as her lips parted in silent sounds as her body tightened hard and fast. Another orgasm rushing through her body Jasmine arched but only managed a soft, strangled moan as her eyes rolled back in her head, hands clutching his shoulders as she tried to writhe and push at him.

For a moment everything went white, her body seeming to float on a cloud before she was dropped back into reality, pleasure rolling over her as the pain in her hips, throat, and chest rushed to mix with her pleasure. It wasn't long until she'd cum again, head going back slightly as she managed a tiny gasp a minuscule whimper before her air was cut off again.

Thanks to the fact that Jasmine could hold her breath for long periods of time it took a while before oxygen deprivation began to make her fight to breathe, but even then she couldn't take a breath larger than a tiny gasp. Head growing light she could feel the blood pumping through her veins, the endorphins rushing through her small body even as she felt the pain of his cock slamming into her body and heard the almost inaudible whimpers of helplessness as she hung suspended from the door, body bent in half as Bartiel fucked her mercilessly.
 
Bartiel gasped and moaned as her body tightened around him, letting out a tiny gasp as he rammed himself as far into her as he could, holding his position for a few seconds while he rode out her orgasm, not wanting to cum just yet, growling lustfully as she writhed and pushed at him. As she pushed on him, Bartiel slammed forward with not just his shoulders or his hips, but pushing on her with his entire body, panting harshly as he squeezed her neck a little harder.

Looking at her as she fought to breathe, Bartiel smiled with wicked amusement as he pulled back, hesitating as the head of his cock twitched and begged for more before pushing himself as deep into her as he could again, slamming himself harshly into her cervix, pulling one hand from her throat and putting that hand on the curve of her body where he folded her in half to pull down on her, pulling her body down as the head of his cock hit against the end of her body before he pulled back and let only the head remain inside of her before slamming upwards and repeating the process, fucking her more slowly, but each thrust was literally like tackling her and driving his cock up into her at the same time, holding onto her throat with only one hand, although giving her access to only the tiniest amount of air.
 
Struggling to gasp and letting out tiny sounds Jasmine writhed when he slammed forward, the spike of pleasure and pain forcing Jasmine's body to stiffen as she dug nails into his shoulders, fighting to find anything to hold onto her her pleasure spiked. Mouth opening and closing she managed a small whimper and little gasp for air, pupils dialating with fear and pleasure as the small girl struggled to catch a breath and move.

As he pulled one hand from her throat she managed a large enough breath to cry out as he forced her down and slammed up into her, a mix of pleasure and pain exploding through her body as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hold on his shoulders wasn't sufficient for Jasmine, though, and she reached for the next best thing. Curling her fingers in his hair she pulled roughly, nails pressing into his scalp a second later as he used his entire body to slam into her. With the shift of position Jasmine's knees were pushed into her chest, legs folded back more firmly even as she managed to get a bit more air, though each breath was forced from her with each hard thrust, a low whimper escaping her throat as she held tightly and felt the familiar pressure low in her body building quickly.
 
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