Bell’s heart jumped into her throat as he grabbed her. She was acutely aware of how strong he was. It had been easy to put together that he was the same species as Wyn. At least she was used to impossibly strong hands on her. Licking her lips, Bell kept her bravado up, her growing anxiety over the situation wouldn’t let her mouth stop running.
“Oh come on big boy,” she purred, “Isn’t that obvious? I want a piece of that monster you have in those pants of yours,” wiggling, she got her hand down and stroked Wayne roughly through his jeans.
How far would he go? She wasn’t sure. It’d been to much fun harassing him. He was so obviously repulsed by women that it made him a safe target for her fascination. Her obsession. She’d always been scared to let others see her cock, as much as she bragged about it. She knew it was terrifying to the norms. But he wasn’t. He was like Wyn.
Wayne growls in warning at her words and when she got that hand down to grope him roughly through his pants that was the final straw.
He was absolutely fucking done with this.
“Right.” Wayne snarls and spins Bluebell around, shoving her front first hard up against the brick wall, hand on her back and with a quick motion he yanks the back of her pants down along with her panties and shoves a finger between her cheeks and into her ass with a scowl on his face.
“Is this what you want?! Huh?! I told you time and time again to leave me the fuck alone but it’s too god damned late now!” Wayne growls at her loudly, forcing his finger deeper and feeling his frustration and anger choking him within.
The second he spun her and shoved her against the wall, her bare ass feeling the wind, Bluebell started to panic slightly. He mouth was getting her into avoidable trouble again. Breath hitching as his fingers shoved roughly into her, she moaned, couldn’t help it. Rough sex was always a turn on, so was the wickedness of being out in public like this. He was hitting all of her kinks so perfectly. It was horrible.
With a small whimper of lust, she pushed back against his invading fingers, she could feel her tentacle swelling in her sheath already, the fluid gathering on the lips of her slit, “Ah! R-right for the ass, aaah, aren’t you the charmer.”
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