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“Y’know, this ain’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“No?” Milly giggles, combing her hair through her fingers. “But I made so many plans!”
“No, yeah, it’s fine, I just-” Wolfwood swallows, nervously sucking on his cigarette filter. His other hand taps on his naked thigh, close to where his soft cock lays between his legs. “Well, usually you… warn a guy.” He’s distracted of course; Milly is standing at the other end of the roadside motel room wearing nothing but her underwear; blue cotton panties with a bow. He’s some mixture of aroused and carnally intimidated. Her stature rivals his own, and he knows for sure that she’s heavier. Milly is a combination of soft womanly curves and thick corded muscle; thighs nearly twice as wide as a man's head, a thick ring of stomach fat that Wolfwood feels a siren’s call to squeeze, bulging arms that flex as she reaches upwards to put her long hair in a ponytail, then as the curtains of hair lift from her chest he swallows, following the sway of her heavy breasts with his eyes.
Milly giggles. “Well, then consider this your warning, Mister Wolfwood.” She looks at him and grins. “Nick.”
The real source of his ire is what’s resting over her panties; a leather harness, soft and worn with use, and a strap locked into its rightful place. It’s bright neon pink, because of course it is, and nearly as thick as his god damn wrist. Big girl.
Milly finishes tying up her hair and sends him a bright smile. “Are you ready, honey?”
“I’m not honey.” He grumbles and flicks his cigarette into the ashtray. “Yeah. Get over here.”
She does; crossing the room to stand at the edge of the bed. When Wolfwood gets distracted by her breasts in his face, she cups either side of his scruffy jaw and tilts his head up to make eye contact. “You’re so cute, Nick.” She whispers. “Did you know that you make a cute face when you’re turned on? You get all red,” She brushes her thumbs over his burning cheeks, “and your mouth goes all wobbly, and you blink slow. Like a cat.”
“Do I?” He asks hoarsely, and Milly’s smile grows impossibly warmer.
“Mhm. You do it when I lift something, or when Meryl stretches, or when Vash smiles.”
“When he smiles?” Wolfwood groans a little, furrowing his brows. Milly smooths it out with a kiss. “That’s… embarassing.”
“I love it.” She reassures him. “And so do Vash and Meryl.” Then she leans down further to meet his lips and Wolfwood makes an odd noise in the back of his throat that he didn’t intend- somewhere between a groan and a whine. Her full lips are warm and chapped against his, sticky with some sort of chapstick that Vash always steals. “Mils.” He rumbles in the hairs width of space between parted lips. “I wanna’ touch you.”
“I want to touch you.” She laughs and pushes his shoulders, and all of a sudden Wolfwood’s back is meeting the mattress with a ‘whoomph’. He blinks at the ceiling light for a moment before it’s obscured by the breadth of Milly’s shoulders and her sweet, smiling face. Then he jumps about a mile high when her hand closes around his half-hard cock and gives it a leisurely tug.
“Fuck.” He grits out and she laughs, rolling his foreskin down before drawing it back up and closing it around the head. He grasps at her forearm and bucks into her touch, but she crawls up his body and plants her ass down on his thighs, pinning him to the bed with her weight.
“Don’t be naughty.” She says and squeezes his cock with enough force to make him squeak.
“Milly!” He gasps, but she just laughs at him, soothing over the pain by tugging at him again, tightening her fist occasionally in an underlying threat that makes him moan shakily. He cranes his neck to watch as the length of his cock disappears into the tight clutch of her fist, milking precum out of his tip that she catches with her thumb to help ease the way. With one last firm stroke, she rests at the base of his dick and squeezes tight. Her thumb strokes at the vein on his underside lightly, feeling the way his pulse thrums under her attention.
“You’re so cute!” She squeals. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I’ll fuck you now, okay? Don’t worry.”
“M’ not worried.” He tries to say, but all that comes out is a hoarse croak.
She moves up and over him to reach the bedside table, and as she’s rooting around in the drawer, Wolfwood finds himself face to face with her strap-on. The length and girth is even more menacing close up like this, bobbing in his face and touching his cheek. He reaches up to touch it, wrapping his calloused fingers around the textured silicone and holding it to his face where it drags against the bridge of his nose. He hums and Milly looks down, bottle of lube now in hand.
“Oh!” She says. “Aw, I’m sorry- go ahead, honey. Feel free to suck. Here, I’ll help.”
Milly rests back on her haunches and drops the lube bottle into the sheets, instead choosing to thread one hand into Wolfwood’s hair. The other grasps the base of her strap, tapping it to his lips. “Say ‘aaaah’.” She encourages, and Wolfwood, flushed red from his scalp to his chest, opens his mouth with a weary ‘aaaah’.
She slaps the head of her cock onto his outstretched tongue, which jerks in surprise before settling back into its pliant position. “Oh, Nick.” She sighs and rocks shallowly against his tongue, thrusting the head just in the center, but creeping up towards the hill. Both hands are threaded into his hair now, holding him in place as she rocks forward. The head of her cock slides just a little too far back on his tongue and Wolfwood coughs, retches a little with a gross, sucking sound, but Milly just smiles.
“Shhh.” She soothes, patting his head. “Shhh, that’s it. Go on.” And she doesn’t stop. Wolfwood’s hands fly up to grip her ass, sinking into fat and skin, but he’s not able to slow her pace. She keeps rocking, he keeps gagging. Spit pools in his clavicle, dripping down from his chin. He looks up at her with pleading brown eyes, rimmed with tears and growing red from strain, and she bites her lip. “So cute. You’re so cute, Nick. Take me deep one time and I’ll let you go, okay? Swallow for me.”
She pushes past the back of his tongue, bullying her way past his uvula and ignoring the gags shaking Wolfwood’s frame. “Swallow.” She urges, and he does his best, swallowing around the thick length of the strap as she pushes down, down into his throat. Her fingertips dig hard into his temple and forehead as she holds his head still. There’s no room in his airways to breathe; Wolfwood’s alternating between choking, swallowing and retching, mouth watering uncontrollably. Then Milly stops with Wolfwood’s nose pressed up to the fabric of her panties, feeling the wiry pubic hair crushed underneath.
“Oh, honey.” She breathes, reverent. “Nicholas. You did it, you took it all!”
Wolfwood blinks up at her blurry image, obscured by the cast of the overhead light and the tears overfilling his ducts and rolling down his cheeks. His throat spasms still but it’s quieter, less violent now. She caresses his cheek. “Pull off nice and slow.”
His throat protests the movement, but Wolfwood rears back his head slowly in tandem with Milly pulling out, suckling a goodbye to the head before releasing it with a ‘pop’. Her strap drips with his own spit, landing on his chest. She giggles, bright and happy, and draws her fingers through the mess.
“Hey big boy.” She coos, and Wolfwood feels such an intense rush of arousal through his body that his ears ring for a moment. Milly is biting her lip, blue eyes flickering over his face, his body, before telling him, “Turn over.”
“Guh.” He says intelligently as he lifts himself up on shaking arms and flops onto his belly. Milly adjusts him as she wants, digging her fingers into his thighs to get him to lie more so on his side, his top half curled up so he can watch her work. His dick and balls ache something fierce now, but Milly doesn’t pay them much attention. She runs her hand over the outside of his thigh and his ass, feeling the soft body hair. Wolfwood feels like a bit of a wild animal sometimes in comparison to his partners; Milly is a little hairy for a woman, but it’s light and soft on her arms and legs. Meryl shaves her armpits clean and her pubic hair into a neat little triangle. Vash for all his injections of testosterone can barely maintain scruff on his face, nevermind anywhere else. All his body hair is fine and blonde, and what pubic hair he would have is actually taken up by soft feathers that Wolfwood likes to smooth out with his fingers. That just leaves Wolfwood; dark black thick hair on his face, armpits, shoulders, back, hands, chest, stomach, pubic area, ass, thighs and legs- everywhere you can have body hair. When they first started dating, he had nightmares of Meryl chasing him down with a pair of shavers. But no. He may feel like a bit of a wild animal, but clearly that doesn’t make it any less sexy for any of them. Might even help.
Milly finally finishes touching his hair and moves onto the matter at hand; parting his cheeks and gently blowing on his hole in a way that makes him flush and groan.
“Are you ready, honey?” She asks, and Wolfwood nods.
“Touch me, goddamnit.” He pleads. It comes out like sandpaper, hoarse and cracking from having Milly’s strap rammed down his throat.
“Be polite.” She warns sharply and swats at his asshole with three fingers, laughing at the way he groans and rubs his forehead into the mattress.
“Touch me please.”
“Of course!” She presses a smacking kiss to his ass cheek, uncapping the bottle of lubricant and warming it between her fingers. “I can’t wait to finger you, Nick. You look so nice being fingered.”
“Mnm.” Is all he can respond with when Milly massages her sticky fingers over his hole, burrowing the lower half of his face into the crook of his elbow. The pads of her fingers are as calloused as his, nails bitten short and dull. He groans deeply when she starts to work her middle finger inside, a look of intense concentration on her face that reminds him so much of Vash it’s crazy. He’d say it’s a shame that him and Meryl are too preoccupied with Plant business to join, but Milly has never left him feeling hard up for affection. She crooks her finger towards his stomach and he feels his cock throb.
“Another?” She asks, and he nods into his arm.
“H-oooooh my god.” He gasps out when a second finger enters him, one hand flying down to his ass cheek to hold himself open a little better for her. “Nhm, good. Good.”
Milly giggles brightly. “I can tell! Nick, you’re so handsome. I love how you look spread open on my fingers!”
“Guh.” Wolfwood groans. “Milly.”
“Number three?”
“Please.”
Wolfwood grits his teeth when Milly bullies a third finger into his hole, but soon unclenches to let out a low, content rumble when Milly finally decides to touch his prostate. “Shit.” He pants, pushing back onto her fingers. Every rub makes his cock drip onto the sheets. “God, you’re so good.”
“I know!” She says, chipper as always. “Do you want to cum like this first?”
He shakes his head into his arm, pulling up to let her see his face properly. She doesn’t really like when he mumbles. “Want you to… to jerk me off and fuck me.”
“Aw, that sounds fun.” She kisses his ass again and pulls out her fingers. “Give me your leg, please, turn onto your back a little- that’s it!” Milly hitches the crook of his knee over her shoulder, opening Wolfwood completely to her. His hair is curling at the ends with sweat, mussed all over the sheets while his cock lies thick and heavy on his abdomen, throbbing occasionally with arousal. Milly cups his balls in her free hand and gives them a little rub, moving them out of the way so she can see better. She adjusts a little, moving backwards so she can tuck her strap into the space between them and run it over his taint and between his cheeks, searching for the give of his hole. Wolfwood reaches down to touch his own dick, feeling secure in this decision when Milly doesn’t smack his hand away.
“Headboard please, honey.” She instructs, and Wolfwood swallows as he reaches up and curls his fingers tight around one of the supports in the headboard.
She tests him a little, kisses his hole with the spit-sloppy head of her strap and watches as tension ripples through his body before he forces himself to relax, slowly stroking his cock to stoke the flame. She wriggles her hips and starts to work in the head, humming a little tune to herself as Wolfwood’s chest starts to heave. Milly pushes in a little too fast, aided by the saliva and the lubricant, and punches a high pitched squeak out of Wolfwood that he refuses to acknowledge, schooling his face. She shoots him a warm smile but continues as normal, darting her eyes between his face and his hole to help judge her speed and pressure. It isn’t until she’s halfway in that she leans back, drawing a path up Wolfwood’s thigh and to his knee, and thrusts her hips with a smack of skin-on-skin.
Wolfwood yelps like a kicked dog, sent halfway up the bed and only stopping himself from crashing into the headboard by his firm grip on it. “Milly!” He moans. “You- guh.”
Milly just laughs. “Hold on tight, big boy!”
Wolfwood holds on for dear life. Milly’s thrusts beat a bruise into his asscheeks, carve a hole in his gut and make him lose so much fluid via precum that he’s starting to get a headache. She’s a total rodeo, all he can do is hang on. Her breasts jiggle and sway with every harsh thrust, the fat of her belly pressing against his balls. The head of his cock bounces against his abdomen when he lets go of it to hold onto the headboard with two hands, flicking his precum up his torso with the force of it. He can’t speak, can hardly make noise, just gasps through his open mouth and tries not to let his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“I can’t take how cute you are.” She moans, finally affected. The strap-on is pressing hard against her clit with every thrust, making the hand on his thigh clench and relax every few seconds. “So pretty, Wolfie. So handsome. Look at how well you’re taking it! Oh, I could fuck you like this forever.”
“Milly.” He manages to get out between pants. “I need’ta- god, cum.”
She licks her lips. “But I’m having so much fun! You can hold on for a little longer, can’t you Wolfie? You can be so good for me.”
“M’good.” Wolfwood promises and doesn’t touch his cock again, which Milly rewards him for with a kiss. He moans against her mouth, feeling her hard nipples brushing against his pectorals.
Wolfwood doesn’t know how long he lays there uselessly for, letting Milly fuck his body however she likes. He’s just watching her watch him, crying out whenever he feels the head of her cock make a deep impact somewhere inside of him. He’s distantly aware of the sun setting at some point, and by then he’s face down and ass up in the sheets, Milly’s arms bracketing his head as she pounds into him with relentless stamina.
“Wolfie.” She leans down to whisper in his ear. “Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes.” He sobs, his voice wrecked and broken. “Please, please, please.”
She pulls out, leaving Wolfwood gasping for breath, feeling empty and confused, before she unbuckles the strap and flings it aside. She turns him on his back and rises over him, pushing her panties to the side. She takes his cock in her hand, and it’s at this point that Wolfwood completely blows his load. The force of his orgasm is enough to leave a stripe of cum on where Milly’s pussy is poised to drop down above him, and the following waves roll down his cock in thick, continuous streams. “Sorry.” He moans over and over. “M’sorry.” His ears ring, his vision clouded by white spots, but he can still hear Milly tell him it’s okay, he’s fine, he did such a good job.
When the ringing subsides, he blinks to find Milly still gripping his softening cock and kneeling above him, absentmindedly squeezing with an accompanying ‘squelch’ of his cum. She’s smiling warmly. “Are you okay?”
Wolfwood clears his throat. “Never better.”
She grins then. “Good. But I need you to behave a little more, alright?”
“Yes.” He says automatically. “Wait, what are you gonna’- urk!”
He didn’t expect her to follow through on riding him after he already came, but Wolfwood’s length is still stiff enough for Milly to stuff it into her pussy and sit down, cum soaked fingers playing with her clit. “Even soft, you’re still my big boy.” She breathes, and Wolfwood throbs. She must feel it too because she clenches down around him with the strength of a vice and he has to bite his own hand to stop himself from yelling.
“Wolfie.” She breathes, rocking slowly on his sore, overstimulated cock. “Not too long now, honey. You can do it.”
“I love you.” He says, his voice wobbling with near tears. “Please finish soon.”
She laughs breathlessly. “I love you too. Whine for me?” And she clenches down, immediately getting her wish.
*
Milly and Wolfwood have a different idea of ‘soon’. Wolfwood’s suffered through a third orgasm and a humiliating amount of tears by the time Vash and Meryl get back, and she’s still sat on his cock.
Vash yelps reflectively when he opens the door, Meryl tucked behind his tall frame, but remembers quickly that this is okay for them to see.
“Hi!” He flusters. “Wow.”
Meryl pokes her head around Vash’s torso and clears her throat, equally as red. “It stinks in here. How long have you two been going for?”
“Good question!” Milly looks around for a clock, finding one above the desk in the corner of the room. “That would be… Oh, four hours! Do you want one more orgasm, honey?”
Below her, Wolfwood warbles.