[ The pain mingles in with the raw pleasure. It loops. When he buries himself so deep, her sweet little voice crumbling under the pressure, he feels a fleck of that same type of penetration. It's the most twisted sense of sharing everything she feels. When she played with her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of herself before, it felt like a knot being wound tighter in his stomach, threatening to keel him over. He would have to fight to stave his own arousal when he wasn't with her. It's almost always one sided. She's the one with the urges that grew stronger the more the worms starved.
And it's like he can feel it too. He should hate this. And a part of him wonders if this was Matou Sakura's hatred that he feels inside of him as well. The twisted, sickening part of it all was that he wants more. If this pain was something he endured to get to more euphoria, than let them melt together. Let them be consumed until neither one came back feeling the same way. In actuality, Cloud and Sakura would be a writhing mess by the end of all this, until she drained his balls dry and kept going as if to ask for another drop.
He says nothing this time, only panting with an added fervour to his thrusts. She wants him to keep going? He'll fucking keep going. It's as far as he decides to go? He never had a choice to begin with. He'll listen to his Master like the good Servant that he is. If she wants him to break her in until nobody else's cock could sate her the same way? There's plenty of her Saber left to give. He can already feel the tension building, the fire in the pit of his stomach burning hotter the harder he bludgeons her core with his cock.
He wasn't just rubbing and bumping it now. He was pushing on it. All of him, she pleads without even having to say those words. Cloud wants to give himself to her in everything that he is. In pain. In pleasure. In sin. Until they're so far into hell that nothing can keep up with them. He fists the sheets tight, bending down over her more as her ass lifts in the air.
Cloud raises his hips, inch by inch of his turgid shaft being gripped by her snug walls. At first it feels like he's going to pull out. Before either one of them can hit that true 'breaking' point. Past their limits. When it seems like he was going to deny her to save her. But instead...he condemns them both. ]
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[ He slams himself back inside, bottoming out on her core again. And again. And again. The bulbous tip of his engorged cock stretches her out, feeds her another inch as that last barrier no one was ever meant to breach gives...until finally she's given everything she wants. It hurts. It hurts him. It also feels incredibly fucking good. Until Sakura would be able to feel every inch of her Servant's cock buried inside her pussy, and the last couple inches worth of him flush against her hips. Her cervix gives way, that bulge in her stomach more pronounced as the head of his cock rubs insistently on the back wall of her womb.
He's ruined her for anybody else. He knows it. He feels it. And he gives her some time to appreciate and lament it all. No one else took her this deep as he thickly throbs inside her. ]
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And it's like he can feel it too. He should hate this. And a part of him wonders if this was Matou Sakura's hatred that he feels inside of him as well. The twisted, sickening part of it all was that he wants more. If this pain was something he endured to get to more euphoria, than let them melt together. Let them be consumed until neither one came back feeling the same way. In actuality, Cloud and Sakura would be a writhing mess by the end of all this, until she drained his balls dry and kept going as if to ask for another drop.
He says nothing this time, only panting with an added fervour to his thrusts. She wants him to keep going? He'll fucking keep going. It's as far as he decides to go? He never had a choice to begin with. He'll listen to his Master like the good Servant that he is. If she wants him to break her in until nobody else's cock could sate her the same way? There's plenty of her Saber left to give. He can already feel the tension building, the fire in the pit of his stomach burning hotter the harder he bludgeons her core with his cock.
He wasn't just rubbing and bumping it now. He was pushing on it. All of him, she pleads without even having to say those words. Cloud wants to give himself to her in everything that he is. In pain. In pleasure. In sin. Until they're so far into hell that nothing can keep up with them. He fists the sheets tight, bending down over her more as her ass lifts in the air.
Cloud raises his hips, inch by inch of his turgid shaft being gripped by her snug walls. At first it feels like he's going to pull out. Before either one of them can hit that true 'breaking' point. Past their limits. When it seems like he was going to deny her to save her. But instead...he condemns them both. ]
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[ He slams himself back inside, bottoming out on her core again. And again. And again. The bulbous tip of his engorged cock stretches her out, feeds her another inch as that last barrier no one was ever meant to breach gives...until finally she's given everything she wants. It hurts. It hurts him. It also feels incredibly fucking good. Until Sakura would be able to feel every inch of her Servant's cock buried inside her pussy, and the last couple inches worth of him flush against her hips. Her cervix gives way, that bulge in her stomach more pronounced as the head of his cock rubs insistently on the back wall of her womb.
He's ruined her for anybody else. He knows it. He feels it. And he gives her some time to appreciate and lament it all. No one else took her this deep as he thickly throbs inside her. ]