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syx-blue:

Oh this was happening! It was really happening! Oh god! Bluebell’s breath caught, as his cock pressed up against her loosened hole. She’d never had sex with a man before… and he was huge, “OH FUUUUCK!”

Her forehead hit the wall as he pushed into her, each new ridge spreading her wider made her feel like she was going to split it two. As she gasped for breath, her tentacle slid out, coiling around the base of Wayne’s cock, the bumps along its head rubbing just behind his balls. Unable to form words, she let out a whimpering moan, muscles spasming around the intrusion of his large cock. Her body slowly adjusting to the size of it, though her ample frame and wide hips hide more than Sheldon’s, there was still a bulge to her stomach once Wayne was fully sheathed. 

That shout made his insides shudder, goosebumps breaking out over his skin and another moan tearing from his throat. He steadied his stance and slid the hand that had been holding her against the wall down to her hips, ready to start thrusting when something brushed up against the base of his cock and balls.

Something slick and just like Sheldon’s tentacle.

Wayne felt a smirk on his face along with a slight relief somewhere in the back of his mind.

“So you weren’t lying…” He murmurs, slipping his hand down around her front and to her parted slit, fingering around her tentacle before curling his hand around it and pushing two fingers deep into her slit along the underside of it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the smell of her arousal then pulled out and began to thrust into her, deep and fast with a loud grunt, hand not occupied with her tentacle pressing against her lower abdomen to feel just how far he was pushing her limits with a nasty grin.

“Oh evil gods,” Bluebell moaned as his fingers pushed so easily along the base of her tentacle. Like he already knew how to touch her. Already knew where all the best spots were. It made it so easy just to give into the sensations as he pulled out and pushed back in, so quickly. Her whole being focused on that sensation. The movement inside of her, deeper than any toy Wyn had ever used on her. And god! So big!

Breathing hard she pushed back into the thrusts, getting accustomed to the rhythm, gasping, “Is-is that, aah, all you got?”

She was quivering, eyes nearly closed and mouth open. The rest of the world had slowly faded away to the slap of flesh on flesh, the pleasure arching through her body. She felt close to coming and she was already greedy for more.

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syx-blue:

That growl! Oh god, it turned her insides to jelly. So much deeper than Wyn’s and dear god it was unfair how much it turned her on.

She was never a good girl, though. Fingers digging into the wall she shot back, “Make me.”

His fingers in her ass and the wall were the only things keeping her upright, thighs quaking as her tentacle peeked out of her slit. Face flushed lavender as she panted, hips rolling with his thrusting and questing fingers.

Spreading his fingers inside of her, Wayne groans softly as he feels her getting slick. Just like Sheldon. 

Must be a blue person thing.

Wayne felt his cock throb and he hissed lowly, twisting his fingers inside of Bell and seeing just how much wetter he could make her. 
As he experiments, he finds out it’s a good amount. Just enough to make passage easier. Unlike Sheldon who could probably fill a bucket. Wayne smirked as he thought of the over-exaggeration he’d just used internally while pulling his fingers free and quickly tugging his own pants open.

“Fine. I’ll make you.” Wayne says hoarsely while pushing his leaking dick between her cheeks and against her hole, wasting no time in trying to press inside.

“This is what you fucking wanted, so take it like a good little slut.” Wayne hisses into her ear and forces himself in deep, hard and fast with a loud moan through grit teeth.

Fuck, she was tight!

Oh this was happening! It was really happening! Oh god! Bluebell’s breath caught, as his cock pressed up against her loosened hole. She’d never had sex with a man before… and he was huge, “OH FUUUUCK!”

Her forehead hit the wall as he pushed into her, each new ridge spreading her wider made her feel like she was going to split it two. As she gasped for breath, her tentacle slid out, coiling around the base of Wayne’s cock, the bumps along its head rubbing just behind his balls. Unable to form words, she let out a whimpering moan, muscles spasming around the intrusion of his large cock. Her body slowly adjusting to the size of it, though her ample frame and wide hips hide more than Sheldon’s, there was still a bulge to her stomach once Wayne was fully sheathed. 

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syx-blue:

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.”

Wayne grumbled as she pushed back against his fingers, taking in deep breaths through his nose to try and calm himself. Maybe this could stop before it went any further and he really regretted everything.

But there was a smell, a scent just there that was taking over his mind, breathing it in felt like a liquid sensation of that amazing smell was pouring over his tongue and he let out an almost feral growl of want and need.

It smelled like Sheldon. It smelled like it wasn’t Sheldon. 

Wayne wanted it.

“Shut the fuck up.” Wayne snarls as he forces another finger inside, whole body shuddering as he takes in another deep breath and arching his hips towards Bluebell’s backside. Fuck, he was hard as a rock now. Nothing about any of this was right.

That growl! Oh god, it turned her insides to jelly. So much deeper than Wyn’s and dear god it was unfair how much it turned her on.

She was never a good girl, though. Fingers digging into the wall she shot back, “Make me.”

His fingers in her ass and the wall were the only things keeping her upright, thighs quaking as her tentacle peeked out of her slit. Face flushed lavender as she panted, hips rolling with his thrusting and questing fingers.

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syx-blue:

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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syx-blue:

Her laughter filled the air, somewhere between a bell-like chiming and a cackle, “Oh honey! You’re precious, but that isn’t really a threat. Do you ever know how many times I’ve broken out of max?” she skipped to keep up with him, “They don’t even throw me in the woman’s jail, they learned that was stupid yeaaaars ago. It’s straight to the hole now.”

Without a care in the world she danced around the large man, “And even that can only keep me for like a week, tops. So really, baby boy, your all bark and no bite.”

Wayne was quickly losing his cool, and it frightened him. He didn’t want to be angry but this damn woman…

Eventually, he’d had enough. Wayne had tried to ignore, tried to brush off but he’d reached his limit.

Grabbing Bluebell and roughly dragging her behind a hidden maintenance-shed in the park, Wayne shoved her back against the wall with his hands fisted in her shirt and growled dangerously low at her.

“You’ve been harassing me for two fucking weeks now you little bitch and I am sick to death of it. Tell me what the fuck you want from me already or get the hell out of my face.”

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.