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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Bartiel watched her pupils fill with fear as he gazed up into her. The slower pace was helping him keep from cumming but it wasn't doing anything to stop his pleasure, desire and lust filling him every single time he drove into her, his fingers digging very slightly into her throat as he pushed his hand hard into her. He could tear out her throat right here, as he looked at her, he could do all sorts of things as she remained utterly helpless. The helplessness in her eyes, the way she couldn't move only caused him to smile more wickedly.

As she pulled roughly on his scalp, Bartiel let out a low, gutteral yell of pleasure, leaning in and biting what he could reach, sinking his teeth into the back of her leg and beginning to suck, bucking up into her and grinding upwards as he panted. Her cum leaked out all over his thighs, as his body glistened with sweat, slickeining their bodies as he slid into her more easily, although he continued to drive up as roughly as he could, moaning into her leg as she held onto his hair, his cock twitching inside of her, as if it was going to explode.
 
Jasmine could almost hear what Bartiel was thinking and she whimpered at the knowledge that he truly could do whatever he wanted and she'd be helpless to stop him. Crying out as he bit into the back of her leg the small girl writhed, struggling to move, to shift position, to do anything but she was trapped, pinned between the door and Bartiel's frame and there was no way she was going to escape.

Tightening again she whimpered, on the verge of orgasm again, even as she struggled to hold herself back, feeling the pressure and heat building fast and faster. Finally she gave into the pain and pleasure, going screaming over the edge again as she fought to buck, to push herself harder onto his cock even as he held her immobile, limbs trembling as she whimpered.
 
Bartiel looked at her as she tightened around him, looking at her as she seemed to be struggling not to cum. He continued to bite down on her leg, gazing as she went over the edge. To keep her from screaming and alerting Trisha(Although he didn't think that the slamming harshly of the door had alerted her), he pressed his fingers into her neck even harder, almost enough to bruise, although not quite there as he held himself as hard into her as he could.

As she whimpered and her limbs trembled, Bartiel looked at her, taking his mouth off of her leg. He ripped his hands away from their respective positions, grabbing her arms and yanking them away from his hair, not caring if she took a little bit of the hair with her before he forced them behind her back, before driving his body against hers again, pushing her knees into her chest, her back into her limbs, pinning all four of her arms, holding her completely against the door as he once again reached both hands between her legs to grab onto her throat, holding her in place as his cock writhed inside of her cunt.
 
For a few moments Jasmine was able to gasp for a real breath, swallowing air hungrily before her attention was diverted from breathing to containing her cries. Protesting as he pulled her arms from around his neck Jasmine whimpered and let out a low sound, biting off the end of the moan as he slammed into her again. This time her arms protested the position as well as her legs. What little bit of movement she had had was gone, replaced by complete and utter helplessness. Before she'd have been able to at least try to fight anything off with her arms, now she was completely at his mercy, pinned to the door by his arms and body even as she fought to move.

Before she could even think about protesting Jasmine cried out again, a large hand wrapping round her throat to cut off her again again as she felt his cock twitching inside her body. The sensation was enough to make her tighten again, walls spasming and contracting, milking his cock as her cum continued to drip down his thighs, her small body covered in a fine layer of sweat as she gazed at her lover with glazed eyes and let out a strangled, eager whimper.
 
Bartiel groaned as he pushed into her, biting his lower lip as she tried to cry again. He felt her tighten around him, his eyes clouding over with desire as he moaned loudly, panting as he began to pull back and slam into her faster as he continued to roughly drive himself into her, his cock twitching viciously as he moaned, his hands holding onto her throat tighter as she milked his cock. He was so close it was almost impossible to control himself, almost impossible to stop himself from completely cutting off her air flow as he slammed into her, biting back almost a scream as his cock twitched violently, his balls tightened. He felt his orgasm coming on...

And he stopped. He rammed himself up into her, drooling as her cum dribbled around him, panting as he held himself inside of her, holding her against the wall. It took all of his willpower to stop himself from continuing to bang her against the wall and slam her with all of his might, simply holding onto her throat as he practically squeezed the life out of her. He gazed downward for a moment, before his eyes faced upward, his expression dark as he squeezed harder as he showed her no mercy, didn't thrust into her, although he continued to grind as his cock twitched in her body harder and harder.
 
Jasmine struggled to cry out as Bartiel came, fighting to draw breath and struggling to free her hands so that she could touch anything besides the wall and her own back. She could feel his seed filling her body, dribbling out around his cock as she remained pinned to the door, unable to think straight, let alone move or breathe. Eyes widening as his hands wrapped more tightly around her throat Jasmine met Bartiel's eyes and felt her heart pause, a sudden terror gripping her chest; he wore and expression she'd never seen before and it scared her more than almost anything she'd ever seen, though there was a place in the back of her mind where she knew with absolute certainty that he may hurt her, but he wouldn't kill her.
 
Bartiel panted hard and shuddered as he came. His climax was incredibly powerful, as his seed had shot up incredibly forceful into her. As he saw the terror in her eyes, Bartiel paused. Slowly, he let her neck go as his entire body relaxed. That sheer terror in his eyes had ruined any sort of post-orgasmic bliss that he felt as his entire body relaxed. Slowly, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled out of her, letting her legs and her arms go, setting her down.

His entire body was red from sex flush, as he was covered in sweat. Looking at her, he found it hard to catch his breath as he looked away. “...I was too rough,” was all he said. It wasn't a question. Hi slegs were wobbly, and it was difficult to stand up, but somehow he managed.
 
As his hands unwrapped from around her throat Jasmine took a deep breath and felt the terror begin to fade. Watching him she almost asked what was wrong before he let go her legs and arms, allowing her to sink to the floor. Jasmine knew immediately that her legs wouldn't be able to hold her, but instead of collapsing into an ungraceful heap she managed to use the door to slide to the floor, seating herself with a small groan. Endorphins beginning to fade she could feel an ache beginning low in her body. Like before the ache didn't just end at her cervix, it worked up all the way to her belly button and Jasmine knew immediately that after the endorphins had faded a bit more she'd be cramping.

Sighing and leaning her head back against the door she smiled slightly, eyes closing before she shook her head. "It's just been a long time since anyone has done what I asked them to," she said softly, voice slightly rough from the pressure that had been put on her throat, but she swallowed a few times to loosen the muscles, reducing the scratchy quality of her voice considerably.
 
Bartiel blinked as he looked over at his lover as she slid to the floor. He himself dropped down slightly, panting as she looked at him and she smiled. She was...smiling? He cringed at the scratchy quality of her voice, before he looked down at himself, as his cock throbbed and pulsed still, although it wasn't quite as rock-hard as it was while he was inside of her body. Shuddering, he reached over, grabbing Jasmine and pulling her into his semi-lap which he had, moaning very softly as his eyes closed.

Holding her in his arms, the redhead's eyes closed as he breathed deeply, softly. “You wanted me to be that rough with you?” he asked, looking at her and giving her the softest of smiles, cuddling her softly in his arms, his chest rising and falling, his body slick with sweat.
 
Jasmine smiled and snuggled against Bartiel immediately, curling slightly so that she was pressed against him, her head tucked against the crook of his neck. Wrapping the warmth and scent of his body around her like a blanket Jasmine purred softly, letting her muscles relax and fighting not to tense as she felt the first small cramps low in her body, knowing full well that they'd get worse before they got better.

"Yes," she answered softly, eyes closing as she purred and swallowed again, enjoying the fact she could hear his heart beating as she snuggled against him. "I like it when you'll let go and do what you want, it makes me feel better, and know that no matter the doubts you have you trust me enough to let down your guard."
 
Bartiel looked at her as she relaxed against him, and seemed to use him for a blanket. He smiled softly as she snuggled against him, against his chest where she would be able to hear his heart. As she said she liked that he would let go, slowly his frowning face twisted, and changed, a tiny bit at a time until Bartiel was smiling at his lover as she snuggled against him. “Aa...is that right?” he asked, smiling just a little bit.

“It's true I'm full of doubts and fears, but I'll try to let loose with you when I need to let loose,” he said, snuggling against her. “For now, though, I just want to hold onto you...” he whispered softly as he laid back, laying back on a small pile of clothes, groaning very quietly as he did so.
 
Nodding slightly Jasmine smiled, snuggling closer and relaxing completely as she let her mind drift off. Focusing just enough to keep herself relaxed and calm as the cramps low in her body continued it was only a few minutes before they;d decreased and disappeared completely, leaving Jasmine happy and relaxed as she snuggled against her lover.

It didn't take long for the small girl to begin drifting off, not into a true sleep, but into a state of half consciousness where she could still hear and feel everything, but her mind drifted on and off, flitting from one subject to another slowly before she simply let herself bask in the warmth of the body beneath her.
 
Bartiel watched her relax as she seemed to let her mind drift off. With a soft smile, he turned his head just a little bit, looking down at her body. He could feel her cum still on his legs, cooling, as well as being able to feel his semen dripping out of her ever-so-slowly, the thought making him blush just a little bit. Oddly enough he'd remembered being terrified in the past at the prospect of impregnating her, but it hadn't and seemed like it wouldn't, either, since she was obviously on some kind of birth control.

Laying back, he let out a soft yawn, remaining more concious than her but not saying anything as his chest rose and fell, his eyes looking down at her, smiling a bit. Maybe it was just the happiness of the moment talking, but he decided to speak up anyways, whispering softly, “I love you too.”
 
In her half conscious state Jasmine heard Bartiel's whisper and smiled, snuggling a bit closer and rubbing her cheek against his chest. "It's about time you admitted it," she mumbled softly, curling a bit so that more of her body was atop his. A few moments later she was asleep, a small smile still pulling at her lips as she floated in darkness, happy to be sleeping dreamlessly for once.

The entire time Bartiel had been gone Jasmine had been having night-terrors, something she'd hoped had disappeared a few years before, but apparently they were back. One reason that she'd kept away from most people during that time was because her sleep deprivation was usually quite noticeable when she wasn't used to having to hide it, and she'd relive times in her life that she really never wanted to think about again. Now, though, it seemed she'd be able to sleep peacefully, at least for the time being.
 
Bartiel stiffened up slightly when she said that it was about time that he admitted he loved her. “Jasmine...” he said softly, looking at her quietly. The thought of being in love worried him heavily, which was one reason he was scared to say it. But once she actually fell asleep, and Bartiel felt her become dead weight, he paused before sighing and laying back, closing his eyes.

He knew nothing of her night-terrors, but he slept more easily here with her, even if they were on the floor. Their sticky bodies felt so right together, even with their size difference – perhaps because of their size difference they felt so much better together. Letting himself relax, he fell asleep ten minutes after Jasmine.
 
Jasmine slept soundly, snuggled against Bartiel comfortably. Sometime while she was asleep she heard the door open and felt someone lay a blanket over them and from the scent of lilacs and roses she knew it was her aunt. The sound of the door opening had woken her slightly, but once she knew it was someone safe Jasmine drifted off again, slipping back into sleep with ease.

~~~~~

Patrisha had heard them having sex, it would have been difficult to not hear them, so when all noises stopped she thought it would be a good idea to check and see if anyone was hungry. Peaking inside she'd found them both asleep on the floor and smiled despite herself, walking around them quietly to lay a blanket over the couple before shutting the door quietly and heading out of the dorms.

It was a nice enough day that she wanted to be able to go for her walk, and she'd decided to bring dinner back. Since she didn't know if Bartiel was staying or not Trisha made certain to order plenty of food, picking up a few things so she could make some more sweet for the three of them. A few hours later she returned to the dorm and set to cooking and it wasn't long before the apartment smelled like Chinese food and various baked goods.
 
Bartiel awoke with a blanket over his form, stretching out. For a moment he paused hesitantly, realizing that Trisha had seen them naked. The first words to run through his mind were shit, shit, shit, shit, but he managed to calm himself down after a moment with the realization that if there was a blanket over him instead of a violent lady, or worse, the police, then Trisha didn't mind that they were sexually active.

Sitting up, Bartiel gave a light yawn before slipping his clothes on and stretching out, picking Jasmine up and moving her to the bed. With his hair in a mess(Which he ruffled up a bit to make it look a little less matted), the redhead left Jasmine's room, sniffing the air. “...Dinner?” he asked as he went into the kitchen.
 
Jasmine protested Bartiel's movement with a little grumble, curling up on the floor as she wrapped the blanket around herself. The small girl was tired enough that, though it looked as if she were waking, she was likely to sleep until someone woke her up. She didn't even do more than shift slightly and let out a happy purr when Bartiel picked her up and laid her in the bed. Her only protest to him leaving was a small mumble before she rolled over and wrapped herself around a pillow.

Trisha had just pulled a pumpkin spice cake from the oven when Bartiel emerged from Jasmine's room. Smiling over her shoulder she couldn't help a small chuckle as she noticed the teen's hair. "Yes, dinner. I thought you two would be hungry so I picked a few things up before I came back. I wasn't certain what you wanted so I got a bit of an assortment."

Setting the cake pan on a cooling rack Trisha wiped her hands and gave Bartiel a smile. "I'm surprised you can still walk straight," she chuckled, grinning up at the teen. "After what I heard I didn't expect either of you to be able to walk without moving funny."
 
Bartiel blinked softly when Trisha spoke to him normally without any awkwardness talking to the man who she'd walked in and saw her niece laying naked with. He certainly felt a little uncomfortable about the whole affair; but he kept quiet about that fact. Still, the pumpkin spice pie which he could smell had a higher importance rating in his mind than any awkwardness about the fact that he'd slept with Jasmine and Trisha blatanly knew.

With her statement and smile, he blinked. Ah...so she'd heard. He'd let his lust get the best of him and he hadn't thought about being quiet or conceil what they were up to. Well, if Jasmine simply heard that she'd smile and say that it was best that he wasn't holding back, and since Trisha didn't mind he didn't bother feeling bad about it. Nodding to Trisha, he shrugged a little bit.

“Even if my body doesn't look very strong, I have easily twice the endurance a boy my age should have,” was all he said, although he hadn't meant it sexually when he said it, he afterwards realized what it could mean.

...Ah well, he'd play obvious and pretend he didn't actually say anything.

“Although Jasmine might be moving funny for a little while...ah...I forgot to be gentle with her,” he said, mostly to himself, rubbing the back of his head before looking up. “...Should I wake her?”
 
Trisha smiled, shaking her head as she walked to the fridge and pulled out creamed cheese. "No, let her sleep for a bit longer. The smell of food and sex will wake her up. If she needs help getting in here she'll yell for you," the woman said over her shoulder as she pulled out the electric mixer, powdered sugar, and a few extracts from the cabinets. "And don't worry about being gentle with Jasmine, when she wants gentle she'll ask for it." The last bit was said with a knowing smile as Trisha began to put everything into a bowl, humming softly as she set the mix out to wait for the cheese to soften.

"Now, make yourself a plate, there's plenty to go around. From the looks of you you could probably devour everything yourself, but please leave enough for Jasmine, gods know that girl can eat more than most men I know." With a chuckle Trisha pointed Bartiel to three bags of takeout. "Go, eat, I don't need two hungry teens on my hands."
 
He nodded a bit when she mentioned that she'd yell for help if she needed it. Still, he raised an eyebrow about the fact that Trisha explicitly mentioned that he would be called for. “You say it like it's my job to drag her around,” he said dryly. Regardless, he grabbed a plate and filled it up, sitting down with a relaxed smile, beginning to eat.

As Bartiel ate, he relaxed, calming his mind. He didn't say it out loud, but after the rough fucking that he'd given Jasmine, he was feeling a little sore. Still, he wondered if Jasmine would ever be the type to ask for him to take her gently and to make love to her rather than fuck her. Shaking his head a little he chuckled and smiled. That would be nice sometime, and maybe make him feel a bit less like a pervert.

But he was getting used to the feeling of being a pervert.
 
"If I remember correctly you are the one in the relationship with a penis, correct," Trisha asked, turning and folding her arms beneath her breasts. Looking at him sternly she didn't wait for the teen to respond. "And you are also the one who pinned her to the door and fucked her hard enough that I'm sure most of her neighbors would have heard had they been in their rooms. You are also the one who made certain that she wouldn't be able to walk right, and I think it is safe to stay that she had cramps afterwords. Therefore it is your duty to help her out, unless you think I'm mistaken?"

It was obvious that the woman was not very happy with Bartiel's comment, and she continued to glare at him. "That girl obviously loves you and lets you use her as an outlet, she's told me that much. The least you can do is be polite and help her around the apartment for a little while until she can walk on her own. Now finish your food and go check on your girlfriend before you say anything stupid." The last words nearly a growl Trisha glared at Bartiel before turning and beginning to finish making the frosting for the cake.
 
Bartiel blinked when Trisha reacted almost violently. For a moment he paused, before opening his mouth. However, he became a little bit sheepish when she mentioned him saying something stupid. “...Aa, yeah,” was his only reply, standing up and hesitating. “...Sorry, I'm not used to being taken care of or taking care of other people,” he said. He could go into a tirade about how he'd more or less forced himself to learn to take care of himself.

“Anyways...” he took his plateful of food,” going into Jasmine's room quietly, sitting down by her bed, waiting to see when she would wake up, glancing up at her. He felt a little guilty about what Trisha said. Next time he'd be gentler.
 
Trisha listened to Bartiel leave, still irritated with him, but glad he'd decided not to say anything else. She'd consider apologizing later, but she knew it most likely wouldn't happen. Though she hadn't given birth to Jasmine she considered the small girl to be her own and was much more protective than her sister would ever be.

Meanwhile Jasmine slept on, shifting slightly in her sleep a few times before she finally woke nearly an hour later. Yawning softly and curling herself a bit tighter around the pillow she frowned slightly, realizing that it wasn't Bartiel she was snuggled against. Letting out a soft sound she rolled over carefully, rubbing her eyes slightly as she yawned again before beginning to sit up before she noticed Bartiel. Immediately she smiled at him, a cute, tired little smile that brightened up her tired face.

"Hello," she purred, wrapping her arm around a stuffed animal at the corner of her bed. "Where'd you get food?"
 
If an hour had passed, Bartiel had definitely gone and gotten another serving of food. Bartiel ate quickly, and he ate a lot, but still he left enough for Jasmine, although when he passed Trisha again he was oddly quiet. When Jasmine looked like she was going to get up, he smiled back at her as she gave a cute, darling little smile.

He couldn't believe that even for a second he considered any problems she might have with moving to not be his problem. Of course if his aunt's fears were confirmed, she was going to have a very difficult time with getting him to use her as an outlet again, or for her to get rough sex, because he'd be afraid of breaking her, but those would be bridges to cross later.

“Your aunt made it,” he said, holding out the third plate which he'd gotten, which was untouched, since he'd gotten the third plate for her. “Can you move?” he asked her.
 
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