[NSFW] Aᴠᴀʟᴀɴᴄʜᴇ Hᴇᴀᴛ | 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑥 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦

[Penitency]

X​

Barret’s grin widened when Tifa came up for air, moaning his name over the hum of the news playing on the television behind her. The audible slaps of her tits across his muscled abs and pelvis carried louder and louder; one had to think the noise was reaching the surface above their little hideout below the bar. Her words had him licking his lips, wetting them with his tongue as they constantly ran dry from how -good- Tifa was making him feel. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered down at her, the hand upon the back of her head tightening some, “you know this is your purpose. I’ll help ya’ get better. Just some more training and you’ll be ready for anything I want.” He continued to talk down to her just like she wanted, making sure she knew that he demanded -more- and for her continuous improvement to be better just for him. “Mnnh, that feels good,” the junk yard dog moaned, rolling his head back atop mountainous shoulders, as she cupped his sack. Her kneading had him spilling from her fingers in palm, nearly double the size of her grip and absolutely swollen with seed as his cock throbbing between her shifting mounds. It’s been so long now, and yet, she continued like the true ‘good girl’ she was. Only in service of him, not herself. Her words had him settling back a little more, “that’s my good girl.” He repeated. “I need more than you choking. I need -everything- from you. Every night. Every time I call on yous to do it.” A smirk played on his lips like that arrogant King on his throne, watching her suddenly dart her tongue as his head pried to the surface. A series of groans came, his balls aching, tight, nearly getting to a point where he wanted to burst. Barret held himself back from doing so. He had more work to do– more training to put her through! He couldn’t burst yet. Not until he was buried in her throat, throatpieing the dark haired fighter, showing her the place he wanted her to be in this life. She’d do anything for him, and he’d hold her to it. When Tifa lowered, mouth over him, the man’s hand behind her head shoved her down the rest of the way. “Oh fuck~!” Barret groaned out louder, deeper, his bicep straining as he held her nose down on his ripped abdominal muscles to encourage her. He watched her hair spilling between tight fingers, his palm encompassing her head. Barret felt his cockhead prying open her throat, plugging her airway, drawing itself in her neck. Toes curled, back arched, muscles tightened beneath a deep, rich ebony complexion. The spasms of her throat had him nearly bursting, his hand keeping her honest. In the process of holding her down, nose bunched to his lower abs, Barret -stood up.- Powerful, muscular thighs dripped of pre-cum and her saliva, glistening muscle shifted in waves before her. He’d hold her head down, still on her knees, saliva coated balls mashed to her chin. With that, he’d merely use his grip to turn her around, her back coming to tip over the edge of the couch’s cushions. With her chest bowed over the couch, head over it, lower body still on the floor, he’d look back to see how good her red, swollen tits looked behind him. Her body was so perfect, stretched like this. A smirk grew, now looking down at her head in his hand, before he propped one foot on the couch. As she bowed over it hard, back on the cushion, knees on the floor, he’d lean over her face, and begin to pump his v-cut hips forwards. Without letting her go back, he merely focused on getting deeper and deeper, moaning out and locking eyes with her even as spit and drool came gushing to the surface, as if she was drowning. “This is your-mmnh- purpose, baby! Ohhnn-fuck. I am getting so clos–” Barret could barely finish, rocking his hips violently into her pretty face as the couch groaned on its hinges. He harshly face-fucked her, using his hand to pump her head while jamming his hips forward to meet her, until~! “Mmnhh!” That loud moan meant the start of his heavy, thick, load now bursting right into her throat while he remained balls deep. And as it began spurting, throbbing, he’d merely continue to face-fuck her while arching his back, continuing that pace. It didn’t matter if it exploded from her in excess, he continued fucking Tifa’s throat with the gigantic, foot long girth that never seemed to get soft. ​

 

[Starry]

♠​

Her world narrowed to nothing but him. His hand crushed against the back of her skull, her nose mashed into the ridges of his abs, and his cock jammed so deep down her throat she swore she could feel it pounding in time with his heartbeat inside her chest. The pressure was blinding. Tears poured freely now, soaking into her cheeks, streaking down to meet the ropes of spit already webbing from her chin to her tits. Her gold hoops swung wildly with every violent thrust, catching the light like the shackles of a prize on display, marking her as his. Her lungs screamed. Her throat convulsed in panicked, frantic gulps around his shaft, every twitch only milking him harder. She clawed at his thighs - not to push him away, but to hold herself steady, to keep her head anchored against his crushing thrusts as her vision began to blur at the edges. Black spots danced in her eyes. Her chest heaved uselessly, starved of breath, breasts bouncing and smacking together as his hips drove her down to the couch again and again. And then it hit her. His cock throbbed, thick and violent, before erupting in molten spurts that flooded her throat like a fire hose. The pressure alone nearly made her black out. Cum gushed deep into her gullet, pouring so thick and hot that it overflowed, bursting from her lips in messy streams that coated her chin and splattered down onto her heavy tits below. Still - still - she swallowed. Swallowed around the choking fullness, her throat rippling tight as her body fought for air and obeyed him anyway. Her ears rang. Her tears blurred him into a dark, massive shape above her, but she knew it was him. The taste, the heat, the musk - him. Even as her body trembled on the edge of passing out, she clung to him like salvation, nails digging into his thighs, head bobbing weakly in rhythm with his brutal thrusts. When he finally groaned out his last thick spurt, she sagged against him, drool and seed bubbling past her swollen lips, staining her tits, her throat still bulging obscenely around the last inches buried inside her. He let her up just enough to gasp, sucking in ragged breaths like she’d been drowning, eyes glassy and dazed. A bridge of cum snapped between her lips and his cock when she managed to speak, hoarse and broken but proud: “D-didn’t… stop, Barret… y-your good girl… always…” Her body was wrecked - tits streaked with white, hoops glinting as her head lolled slightly - but she was smiling through it. Smiling, even as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, because she’d proven herself. She’d taken everything. ​