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Groaning, Bell sucked greedily on his fingers. The taste of herself lingered on them and only heightened her need. Finding purchase, she wiggled her tentacle deeper inside of him. So tight, just like her Wyn. From this angle she couldn’t get very deep, but it was a position she was used to, in fact, it was a favorite of hers. To fuck and be fucked at the same time. Rolling her tongue around Wayne’s fingers, her tentacle twisted inside of him. 

All of these sensations at once, the tongueing of his fingers and the sucking, the tight wet heat of her ass and the feeling of her firm tentacle twisting inside of him finished him. Hard.

Wayne let out a feral growling moan as he came, biting into her neck hard, pumping himself as deep as he could into her ass and filling her to the brim, and more.

He was crowding the woman firmly up against the wall, almost suffocatingly so but in the height of his pleasure, he couldn’t care, shuddering and leaning against an arm pressed against the wall as he rode out his orgasm.

Bell screamed out as he bit her already sore neck. Oh she was going to be covered in bruises but high off the pleasure she hardly cared. She’d wear them as proudly as she always had the ones she got from Wyn when she convinced her big sweet girl to be rough. Scrambling blindly against the wall as her feet left the ground under the force of the large man, Bell moaned as she felt her insides expand. God, she never though she could feel so full and he was still cumming. 

Head rolled to the side and eyes closed the blue woman shuddered as she came again. Her tentacle writhing in his tight ass and squirting out her second load. His hammering thrusts hitting her prostate and milking her dry. She didn’t think she’d ever cum quite that hard before, especially not so close together. 

Breathing hard, she really needed to come down, she wasn’t sure if her sore body could take much more pleasure as over stimulated as she was, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oooh god damnit, you fucking oooh.”

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Arching her back Bell crumbled under his onslaught, “Love it! Evil god, I love it!” 

Gasping it was hard to think. Every time he hit her prostate it pulled a strangled gasp from her. Her body taking him so much easier now, her puckered hole stretched around this cock. Tentacle wiggling and over-sensitive, it wound under Wayne’s balls, the firm tip pressing against his tight ring of muscle. It’s slickness letting it slide against him easily.

“Love corrupting you,” she gasped, “My slut!” she challenged him.

His hips stuttered hard as he felt the firm tip of her tentacle caressing his hole and grunted, trying to keep his pace the same as before even while that slick thing tried to wriggle it’s way into his ass.

“Fuck you.” Wayne snarls, lifting a hand and forcing two fingers deep into her mouth, panting harder as his pleasure spiked intensely when Bell’s tentacle actually pressed inside of him.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Groaning, Bell sucked greedily on his fingers. The taste of herself lingered on them and only heightened her need. Finding purchase, she wiggled her tentacle deeper inside of him. So tight, just like her Wyn. From this angle she couldn’t get very deep, but it was a position she was used to, in fact, it was a favorite of hers. To fuck and be fucked at the same time. Rolling her tongue around Wayne’s fingers, her tentacle twisted inside of him. 

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Bluebell thrashed under him as Wayne bit her neck and growled. Slamming her hands roughly into the wall as she bucked. His cock hitting something inside her hard that Wyn had only toyed with before, something deep enough it had been hard to reach with fingers and normal toys. Head thrown back, her tentacle twitched, tightening deep inside of her. With a last spasm, she gushed fluid, spraying the thick goopy cum out of the tip of her tentacle. It smeared around as her cock writhed in his hand, splattering both of them and the wall. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Bell groaned, body twitching around his cock, tentacle still leaking readily.

“Jesus-!” Wayne gasps as Bell comes hard around him, and splatters them both with something that he hadn’t ever felt coming from Sheldon.

And that scent! It was even stronger than his lover’s. What in the hell was she?

“I hope you don’t think we’re done here.” He growls lowly, far from done himself. Without letting her have any time to come down, he pulls out all the way and slams back in hard and deep, starting to fuck her ever more roughly.

“Like that, huh? Like that you little slut?” Wayne hisses into her ear, biting her neck again and slamming into that spot deep inside. After a moment he leans back and uses both his hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, watching himself disappear into her shapely behind over and over. Fuuuck, what a sight. It set him much closer to coming than before and now he tugged her back onto every bruising thrust.

Arching her back Bell crumbled under his onslaught, “Love it! Evil god, I love it!” 

Gasping it was hard to think. Every time he hit her prostate it pulled a strangled gasp from her. Her body taking him so much easier now, her puckered hole stretched around this cock. Tentacle wiggling and over-sensitive, it wound under Wayne’s balls, the firm tip pressing against his tight ring of muscle. It’s slickness letting it slide against him easily.

“Love corrupting you,” she gasped, “My slut!” she challenged him.

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“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.

Wayne groaned deeply as he fucked into Bell, panting and thrusting his fingers in and out of her slit, reveling in the slick noises he was drawing from her body and at her challenging words, growled and began to fuck her harder, faster.

He could feel the quivering of her body, the slow tensing of her muscles and increase in strength of the smell of her arousal. She was close to coming…

But he wasn’t going to stop at that.

Wayne leant in close and sunk his teeth into her neck, growling as he pumps her roughly.

Bluebell thrashed under him as Wayne bit her neck and growled. Slamming her hands roughly into the wall as she bucked. His cock hitting something inside her hard that Wyn had only toyed with before, something deep enough it had been hard to reach with fingers and normal toys. Head thrown back, her tentacle twitched, tightening deep inside of her. With a last spasm, she gushed fluid, spraying the thick goopy cum out of the tip of her tentacle. It smeared around as her cock writhed in his hand, splattering both of them and the wall. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Bell groaned, body twitching around his cock, tentacle still leaking readily.

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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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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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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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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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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.