[Robin Hood is a rebel who follows his own rules and answers to no one but himself and his Master. but Robin Hood also can't resist a command like that when it's said in that voice. from an emperor -- a girl who has herself spread wide open and takes him into her body deeply, hotly. not with her so tight around him, dripping and coating him every time his hips push forward. he's able to resist for just a bit longer. to keep giving her these hard thrusts that ricochet back at him into more and more pressure.
his eyes shut tight, his grip squeezing around her thigh. the things she carves, words or marks or feelings, disappear into that void her head falls into. he's going someplace higher, whiter, bursting in his head. he meets one command after another. the loyal follower he didn't want to be but how sweet and good it feels to be inside her pussy convinces him otherwise.]
Nero. Nero.
[no cheer, but said with some reverence. just a little adoration. the quietest supporters are the most loyal. they're not there for the attention of the one they admire, they're there unconditionally. Robin's presence isn't unconditional but it's not selfish, either. she calls him. she uses him.
she wants him.
nearly chokes him but he doesn't fight it. his eyes open halfway to gaze down at her, pupils blown wide and eyes almost black with arousal. he's light-headed, wants to pour everything into her. empty inside her. paint her and smear her with his cum and witness the aftermath of a woman satisfied. not hurrying to get away.]
Fuck.
[he lets her legs fall open on either side of him again and leans over her, cradling the back of her head and hand scrambling, searching. there. her clit. he rubs furiously, even faster than his hips move. he can feel gravity start to pull them down, sliding them off the edge because he's not sitting back anymore and counterbalancing.]
Don't, do this. Come with me. Comeββ
[he fights her hand on his neck, leaning down the last foot to kiss her hard on the mouth. groaning into her. gripping the back of her neck the same way her fingers cut his air flow. he can't hold it anymore.
he cums, breaking away from her mouth to choke on a gasp and around her hand. his head goes light, fuzzy, crowded with thoughts of how good it feels. his hips don't stutter, just pin to hers tightly as he finishes inside. little throbs make his hips twitch but hips remain flush to hers and his chest heaves, dripping glittery sweat on her stomach.]
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his eyes shut tight, his grip squeezing around her thigh. the things she carves, words or marks or feelings, disappear into that void her head falls into. he's going someplace higher, whiter, bursting in his head. he meets one command after another. the loyal follower he didn't want to be but how sweet and good it feels to be inside her pussy convinces him otherwise.]
Nero. Nero.
[no cheer, but said with some reverence. just a little adoration. the quietest supporters are the most loyal. they're not there for the attention of the one they admire, they're there unconditionally. Robin's presence isn't unconditional but it's not selfish, either. she calls him. she uses him.
she wants him.
nearly chokes him but he doesn't fight it. his eyes open halfway to gaze down at her, pupils blown wide and eyes almost black with arousal. he's light-headed, wants to pour everything into her. empty inside her. paint her and smear her with his cum and witness the aftermath of a woman satisfied. not hurrying to get away.]
Fuck.
[he lets her legs fall open on either side of him again and leans over her, cradling the back of her head and hand scrambling, searching. there. her clit. he rubs furiously, even faster than his hips move. he can feel gravity start to pull them down, sliding them off the edge because he's not sitting back anymore and counterbalancing.]
Don't, do this. Come with me. Comeββ
[he fights her hand on his neck, leaning down the last foot to kiss her hard on the mouth. groaning into her. gripping the back of her neck the same way her fingers cut his air flow. he can't hold it anymore.
he cums, breaking away from her mouth to choke on a gasp and around her hand. his head goes light, fuzzy, crowded with thoughts of how good it feels. his hips don't stutter, just pin to hers tightly as he finishes inside. little throbs make his hips twitch but hips remain flush to hers and his chest heaves, dripping glittery sweat on her stomach.]