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breedaboyd · 7 months

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on behalf of mimi, I need corinthian with a pussy getting it destroyed 🫶

Pairing: The Corinthian ☓ M!Reader.

Word Count: 5.7k+

CW: Anal sex, bathroom sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, lactation, oral sex, vaginal sex.

The Corinthian had strayed from his ordained path. He had become a creature of the waking world, seduced by the allure of human indulgence. Night after night, he prowled the streets, seeking out passion and decadence that pulsed through the city's night life. He revelled in sin and depravity, savouring the sensations and pleasures of the flesh, almost forgetting his true nature as a nightmare. But Morpheus, the Dream King, was not blind to the Corinthian's wayward ways. From the depths of his realm, he watched with a mixture of disappointment and determination. The Corinthian's transgressions had not gone unnoticed and it was time for a reckoning.

One fateful night, as the Corinthian lingers in the middle of a throbbing crowd, Morpheus decides to intervene. It's a lesson, a reminder of the creature's true nature, of the purpose for which he was created. As the music pulses and the dancefloor swirls with bodies, the Corinthian feels a sudden, chill. He looks down, only to find that a profound change has come over him, his body. A deep sense of wrongness creeps through him. In a moment of stark realisation, the Corinthian understands the gravity of the situation; Morpheus has taken his dick, emasculated him, stripped of the very essence that had drawn him into the world of mortal men.

He bats his way through the crowd to the bathroom, pats himself down. He starts to panic. He can't find his dick or his balls. He stumbles over to the mirror, frantically unzipping his pants to make sure and, true enough; no cock, no balls. But still... There's an aching there, a tingling sensation, like the feeling you get when your hand or foot falls asleep. But it's all rooted between his legs, like static running through his crotch. He slides a hand down, palming himself, and his fingers slip between his thighs. The flesh gives way, soft and pink and tender. For some ungodly reason, Morpheus has seen fit to furnish the Corinthian with a vagina; no dick and no balls but a hot, tight pussy in its place. Where once there was anxiety there is now intrigue.

He barges his way to a bathroom stall, yanks open the door and locks it behind him. He takes a seat on the lid of the toilet as he pushes down his pants and spreads his legs. This is new... He dips his fingers down again and there's a jolt of pleasure, intense and unrelenting. What the fuck? He feels around for a moment and finds a soft, little nub that brings sparks when he swipes his thumb over it. His breath hitches and there's a trembling deep in his core. That staticky ache comes back again, stronger this time. Sliding his fingers down a little further, he pushes one of them inside himself. It's alien and unfamiliar but so, so good all the same. So good he just has to add another finger. He's never had this before but he'd be damned if he didn't know what to do with it.

The friction builds in his belly as he curls his fingers inside. He finds this perfect spot, one that makes his legs shake. But it's still not enough and an ache throbs down deep in his guts, the same sort of pulse a thirsting man feels for water. He's a dam about to break, fit to burst with his fingers pressed so deeply inside himself and then, without warning, it breaks loose. That pressure becomes something else entirely. Something hot and wet gushes over his hand and thighs, soaking his pants and the bathroom floor. He thumbs at that sweet, little bundle of nerves and the thing crests inside him again. More wetness spills out over his fingers, hitting the opposite wall of the stall and dripping down. He squirts and squirts and squirts, until he's running on empty. It takes him almost ten minutes to come down from the high, his walls fluttering and clamping down hard on his fingers until the last tremor's spent. Morpheus may have thought he did the nightmare a disservice but, fuck, he'd just given him the best tool for the job. An organ designed to guzzle cock and drain the balls of any man he saw fit. This is going to be fun.

As he emerges from the bathroom, a smug grin tugs at his lips. He's always liked a challenge. He heads down to the bar, makes himself comfortable on a bar stool as the thumping of the music carries through him. In the lights, there's this wet sheen over his hands and pants, fresh and shimmering. He orders himself a drink and licks his lips in anticipation. If only he can find the right target...

You stand in the corner of the room, watching your friends dance together as you sip your drink. The thumping of the music fills your ears, pulsing in time with the lights overhead. You watch the way their bodies move with the rhythms, the sway of their hips and the laughter spilling from their mouths.

You're not a big clubbing person. It's all a bit too loud and a bit too busy for your taste. Your friends drag you along to keep them company whilst they party. You don't mind doing it; it's not like you have anything better to do anyway.

You stay stuck to the shadows of the club, mindful of making yourself seen. God knows why because no one even seems to look your way. Like always. And yet, tonight, you've definitely caught someone's attention.

The nightmare spots you from across the room; he knows that his prey's been chosen. His gaze is focused, his confidence unwavering. He shifts, spreads his legs, flexes his spine. You see him, take in the sight of the man; tall, blonde, round shades, dazzling grin. Something pulls inside you and your mouth starts to water. The alcohol burns down the back of your throat as your knees start to go weak.

It's a silent dance, a game of cat and mouse. He makes a display of himself for your sake; sipping his drink, licking his lips. Under the swaying lights, you can see sweat glisten over his pale skin. His lips are pink and plush, ripe for the taking, and his neck is a pale column, waiting to be bitten and marked. He's the most beautiful creature you've ever seen.

It's an elaborate performance. In less than five minutes, the rest of the club ceases to exist for the two of you. His gaze is filled with promises of pleasure, the kind of ecstasy you've only dreamed of. Something stirs between your legs, a pull in your belly, and the way he grins makes you think of all the things you want to do to him. He quirks a brow and nods toward the bathrooms and, suddenly, you can't breathe. Fuck, yes.

And then you're in the bathroom, pressing him up against the wall, mouth on his, devouring his heat and sinking into the taste of the whiskey on his lips. He kisses you back, hard, and this feeling comes over you. He's dangerous, a temptation, an incubus. Who is this man?

But you don't have enough time to second guess yourself. Those lips are distracting, so luscious and plush. And then you let your hand wander, cupping him through the front of his shirt. The flesh is soft and spongy. It's not a vast amount but his chest feels heavy, swollen, almost like he's a pre-op. Maybe? Either way, groping him through his shirt has him moaning so you're more than happy to keep going.

"Fuck..." He huffs out as you squeeze.

"You're so hot." It just slips out. Your mouth is running off with him, forgetting your manners, because it's true. This mystery man is nothing short of stunning. You feel the hard peaks of his nipples through his shirt, circling them with your fingers, and that really seems to get to him. Those round shades are starting to fog up and he squirms under your touch.

Your body moves on its own. The pull in your gut aches, a burn, as it moves south. You just have to get your mouth on him, see if he tastes as good as he looks. A wet patch spreads beneath your lips as you suck through his shirt, the feel of his nipples pebbling through the fabric. Another, louder moan rises from his throat and he grabs for your hair, pulling you closer. He's getting so into it; head leaning back, thighs shaking, hips bucking. God, he's gorgeous.

You gently draw your teeth over one of the tender buds and, suddenly, there's more fluid in your mouth and a different taste lingering on your tongue; sweet, creamy even. Is he...? Did you just...? Realisation hits you like a bucket of ice-water and, Christ, you've never been more confused and turned on. Seriously, how is that even possible? Is it a breast feeding thing? Just reaction to the stimulation? You don't know and you have to check. All you know is, if it is what you think it it, you want to drink up every drop and milk him dry.

"Fuck, I've never— That doesn't usually happen..." He's panting now, hissing through his teeth. It doesn't bother you, not one bit.

You go to lift up his shirt and he goes along easily, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor. He's picture-perfect with his plush chest and quivering lips. Everything about this man is driving you crazy. You take in the sight of him, his soft belly and dusky, pebbled nipples, still slick with saliva. You've never seen anything as gorgeous.

"Can I...?" It slips out. You're looking for permission, something to guide you along, and he takes no time in allowing it.

"Fuck, please..." He sighs and you lean in, gently squeezing his chest and watching as those puffy pink buds leak between your fingers. You drop a hand between his legs to rub and the fabric's already damp with arousal. You've barely even touched him and he's soaking his pants. You've found yourself a precious, little slut, haven't you~

He's a little shy of lactating at first. There's only small droplets that bead on your tongue. But you work at it, massaging his chest with your hands and sucking just that little bit harder. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, it flows freely between your lips; creamy and sweet with a little touch of bitterness. It's delicious and the sounds bubbling up from his throat are even better. "Fuck... Oh, fuck..." The taste is delectable; like honeyed syrup. It's better than you could've imagined; sucking the milk from his ample chest, stroking him through his wet pants and driving him wild with it. "Ahh... Mmnnn..." Breath hitches in his throat. "Holy shit, that's good..." He braces himself against the wall, using one hand to balance himself and the other to cup the back of your head, pushing your face into his chest.

You pull away for a moment, still gently massaging his chest, watching the liquid spill out in dribbles over your fingers. "Trust me when I say...this's never happened before." He lets out this wonderful sound, a gorgeous little purr. "But, fuck, you can do that...anytime you want." And then something dawns on him, a kind of realisation; has Morpheus given him the ability to breed? The thought sends a shiver right through him. Is all this milk designed to nurture a family of miniature nightmares? That's a thought; incubating the next generation of hungry little terrors, growing big and heavy with them. He can almost picture himself now; his soft, swollen body, hot and flushed. A fresh wave of heat douses him, his nipples leak and his pussy aches.

He bucks against your hand and you lay kisses along his sternum.

"What d'you need?" You ask softly, still lapping at his chest, hungrily drinking down whatever he gives you.

"W-Wanna come... Wanna come from this." He huffs and sighs, jerking his hips and seeking out friction. "Just a little more..." He's clearly into it, judging by his flushed cheeks, pink lips and twitching thighs. It's ridiculously hot the way he falls apart from just a bit of nipple-sucking. You slide your hand into his pants and just worship his chest. You pull another mouthful of milk, sweetness flooding over your tongue as your fingers press inside him, finding him impossibly wet. You curl your fingers inside him as you stroke and squeeze, nipping at the raised peaks with your teeth and wringing the nectar from his chest. His cunt is wet and warm, clamping down hard, coaxing you deeper as you sink in to the knuckle. His noises are music to your ears, the high-pitched whines, the way he whimpers and groans.

"Dirty boy, getting off on this, aren't you? Getting off on me sucking your cute, little tits, milking you dry." You tease and he whimpers, grinding down on your fingers. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, eventually sliding his hands under his shades as his cheeks flush a deep pink.

"Mhmm..."

"Bet you're making a fucking mess in your pants, aren't you, baby? Such a precious, little slut for me." And that's the last straw, his nipples spurt and his cunt clenches. It's all it takes for him to become a quivering wreck as he cums, hot and sticky, in your hand. His voice is all drawn out groans and sighs.

You pull him in close, let him ride it out against your fingers as you lap at his nipples, drinking down as much as he'll give you, filling your belly and gulping it down, hungry for more. He clings onto you as he rides the aftershocks of his orgasm, grabbing onto your hair and digging his nails into your scalp as he goes limp in your arms. "That's it. I've got you, I've got you." You breathe as you set him down on the toilet seat, making sure he's okay.

His pants are ruined, leaking slick through the crotch and wetting his thighs. You're sure there's nothing left to suck out at this point but you try anyway, running your tongue over his soft flesh and massaging his chest with your thumbs.

"That was fucking...amazing." He whispers, just resting himself and letting himself drift for a few moments as you press kisses to his skin.

"Is it always like that when you...?" You ask and he shakes his head.

"You're...the first guy to make me cum like that... Holy shit..." A sense of pride swells within you.

"So. Uhh... What now?"

"I could use some help cleaning up. Your tongue'd be perfect." He rises to his feet shakily, licks his lips and pulls his ruined pants down to his thighs, revealing the full sight of him.

You can't help the low moan that escapes you. He's truly beautiful, a perfect vision of manhood. Everything about him screams male; his musculature, his physique. But it's the cunt between his legs that has you struggling for air. Pink and bare, slick and swollen, dripping wet, the same colour as his soft, pouty lips. He takes a seat again and spreads himself open. Fucking Christ... You nearly faint, there's so much blood rushing from your head. "It's kinda new so... Y'know, experiment." You're not sure what he means by that but you're on your knees between his legs before you can even think about it. You rub your palms over his smooth, pale thighs, spreading them, squeezing gently as he squirms under the attention.

"You want my tongue first?" You ask, glancing up, but the answer's plain as day. He doesn't have to say anything; his thighs are twitching and his clit's stiff and throbbing, just waiting for you to dive in and go to town. God, he looks hotter than sin... You'd be an idiot to pass this up and you're no idiot.

Without hesitation, you lean in and bury your face between his thighs, lapping at his warm flesh. He grips your hair, sighing and whining and trembling as your tongue passes over his wet, aching clit. Fuck, he tastes so good... So fucking sweet... It's impossible to pull away. You lap and tease and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth to keep himself quiet.

He holds himself open for you, his other hand caught in your hair as you taste him, feast on him. All that he is, just yours for the taking, and his slick spills over your tongue like syrup, easing your way between the slippery folds of his cunt and against his clit. Fucking Hell, he's wet... You pull away, brushing along his swollen clit with your fingers and watching him keen.

"Been a while?" You asks and the blonde shakes his head.

"... Never..." He replies and, shit, he can't be a virgin. He seems too old to be a virgin. Too many questions.

"Are you—"

"It's a long story. Just...don't stop..." He pulls your head closer between his legs and you dive back in, trailing the flat of your tongue over his swollen pink bud until he's panting and swearing. He whimpers and whines, holding onto you for dear life, like if he lets go, you'll up and leave him desperate and wanting. But you wouldn't. You can't.

You slip your fingers inside and he whines. Christ, the sounds this man makes... Fuck... He takes it beautifully and two quickly becomes three. He takes it like a champ, bucking his hips to meet your tongue as you thrust your fingers in and out, keeping a steady rhythm. You keep it like that for a while, fucking into him as you your tongue at his clit, sucking and drinking him down.

You work him open, finger by finger, lapping and pressing and working him into a frenzy. It's not long until he's begging, pleading, muttering. "... Feels so good. C'mon, deeper, fuck..." You spread him open and he shivers as cool air hits his slippery insides. You thumb the cleft of his hole and swipe your tongue against his clit, gently nipping and teasing with your teeth, sucking and prodding. "Oh, fuck, please..." Pulling away for a moment, you can see his cervix when you pull him open, tight, pink, gorgeous.

You press your face in again, sliding your tongue inside him as you thumb at his clit. "God, feels so fucking— Don't fucking stop... Shit, your tongue..." You flatten your fingers and drag them across his clit, pulling away to watch as he comes undone again.

The friction of your fingers has his hips twitching, chest shuddering, chest leaking. "Gonna cum. Fuck... Oh, fuck...!" He breathes out as he feels his body give. And then there's wet warmth hitting you in the face. Is he...? Fuck, is he squirting? Jesus, as if this man couldn't get any more perfect. It gets in your hair, on your face, drenches your shirt, splatters against his thighs. You watch as he convulses, grabbing onto you as he covers you in slick.

"That's it, baby... Come on... Keep going. Squirt for me, you pretty, little slut." His chest is a glorious sight; plush and flushed, nipples plump and leaking. "Fucking beautiful..."

"Y-Yeah?" He huffs, grinning lazily as his body jolts, cumming all over himself. He grabs for his chest, squeezes the sweet milk from his chest as he rides it out, waves of slick pouring over the curves of his thighs. You're happy to lap it all up, whatever he gives you, because it's like fucking heaven on Earth; thick, sweet and delicious. He's gorgeous and you want all of him.

When he's through, when he's had his fill, you slow down, massaging his thighs with your hands as you pepper kisses along the ridge of his hip. "Shit, you know how to treat a man right..."

And you don't ask 'what now' because his swollen, oversensitive hole is staring you right in the face and you couldn't give a shit about any of the other questions you had. You just want this man and his perfect cunt to take you until you're breathless.

You get to your feet and slide your hips between his thighs. You press your lips against his and he's whining, chest heaving as he bucks against the straining zipper of your pants. It's less of a kiss and more of a needy slide of lips, drinking each other in, teeth and tongues and slick and sweat, stealing whatever's left in the other's lungs.

"You want...me to...fuck you...?" You gasp, huffing against his mouth. The groan from his throat goes straight to your crotch. But your control's waning, weakening in his presence. The way he moans...those filthy little sounds...

"Do it... Put it in... Put it in me..." You reach for your belt, unbuckling it and popping open your jeans. You shove them around your knees with your boxers and you've literally never been this hard before. And by the looks of it, he's impressed. "Fuck, that's big... You gonna... You gonna fuck me with that?" It's not even a question, it's a veiled demand. You will fuck him, use him, fill him, pump him full with every inch of your cock, flood his tight cunt with cum. You lower your hips to line yourself up, the crown of your cock nestled against his aching slit.

He arches his back and gasps as the tip presses in. You're breathing hard now, hot and fast, as you watch the flare disappear between the seeping folds of his pussy. And then it goes deep; his wet heat spreads you open, taking you all the way to the hilt. He's so wet and you feel your cockhead nudge the swell of his cervix. He's so tight, even after you spread him open like you did.

"... Y-You okay?" It's almost a plea because you have to know. Christ, you're not gonna last, not when it's this good.

"... Fucking...amazing." He huffs. "Holy shit, it's like...my first time in there..." His voice is a mixture of disbelief and pure, unbridled pleasure. "Move... Come on, move..." He whines. The first few thrusts are experimental, shallow movements in and out as you test your limits. "Ahh... That's good. That's fucking... Y'can give it to me harder. Please, give it to me harder." And that's all you need to hear. You pull almost all the way out before snapping your hips forward and the blonde arches, crying out and clawing at your back. "Again. Fuck, again, again... Again!" He yelps and hisses and whines as you draw yourself back and then thrust back into him in a single, smooth motion, slamming into him. Christ, the sounds of him... So fucking needy and filthy... So tight...

It's a stretch, fitting you all the way in, but one he enjoys, by the looks of things. He grabs your shoulders as you start to fuck him in earnest, driving your hips against his hard and fast, smashing up against his cervix. "Haa... Haaa... F-Fuck, yeahh... C'mon, that's... That's..." He's sopping wet and you can hear how wet he is when you drive your hips up against him. "Fuck me deep. Just...fill me up..." And his clit throbs, making him leak around your cock and making him dribble down your thighs. You're smashing against his insides, scraping him raw and breaking him open in the best of ways. You can practically hear it in his voice; he wants you to open him wide and fill his womb to the brim. "Fuck, deeper, deeper... Want you to...knock me up..." Christ, he's perfect.

You squeeze his chest and he whimpers, releasing hot gushes of milk that drip down his stomach and thighs as you pound up into him. He's so close, trembling on the edge, holding on by his fingernails. "Please... C-Can I? Please... I wanna... Shit, I need...y-your mouth on my...my..." He's stuttering, a shiver in his thighs. And you're only too happy to help, leaning over to suckle the nectar from his aching chest. Your ears are filled with his sweet mewling, his hot breath ghosting over your hair. "Oh... Oh, y-yeahh... Shit, shit... D-Don't stop. I'm gonna... Fuck, I'm gonna—" You take a nipple between your teeth and hollow your cheeks, drinking deeply, as he cums. "N-Need you to...knock me up. Fill me so...full. Breed me..." His body tenses, a shiver going down his spine as he reaches his peak. His body writhes under you, clit pulsing, slick seeping out over your dick, milk leaking across your tongue. "C'mon, fuck me. Knock. Me. Up. Stuff me with your cock. Get me...pregnant..." And you just...lose it.

Your body tenses as your own orgasm hits and, fuck, you can't see for a few seconds as your thrusts turn deep and slow, making sure your load gets as deep as it can. His nails rake down your back as you ride him through it, still drinking from him, still lapping his chest clean. He jerks his hips and his clit rubs along the base of your dick. The feeling has him spasming around you again. The clenching of his walls drains you, milked for everything you've got, soaking his thighs and your crotch. "... R-Right...in...there... Fuck..." He huffs between breaths. "Knock me up with...that gorgeous, fucking cock..." You're so spent that you nearly collapse on top of him, slipping out from inside him as you drop to your knees again. You could worship him, you *should* worship him, and his puffy, leaking nipples, his cum and slick-covered cunt. "Y'really...gave it to me, huh? Give me everything you had? Didn't hold back...a bit..."

"How's it feel?" You ask, rising to your feet to fix yourself up.

"Fuck, it's so good... But there's just...one last thing..." Shakily, he gets to his feet, knees weak as he pitches himself over. His ass is smooth and pale and round and you cup the cheeks, spreading him and thumbing the cleft of his tight, little ass. Mmnnn... Fuck. You can't pass that up. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, his tight, pink rim and that pretty, swollen cunt of his. Which god did you please in your last life to be able to earn yourself a fuck like this?

This seems familiar for the nightmare; bent over the cistern of a toilet in the bathroom of a grimy club. Fuck, he's so wet, covered in sweat and slick and milk.

"You need me to stretch you or...?" You ask but he shakes his head. Shrugging, you brace your hands on his ass and pull them open again, baring that tight, little ring of muscle. Fuck, he's just so gorgeous, so perfect, so wet and trembling, looking back at you over his shoulder with desire glimmering behind those dark shades, those dark shades that've slipped down his nose, revealing two chittering, gaping maws... Thankfully, the lust and alcohol in your system has already dulled your inhibitions and every scrap of rationale you have is quickly replaced with raging desire. It doesn't matter if he's a man, a woman or a fucking alien from outer space, you just want your dick in his ass, his pussy, fuck, maybe you'll go crazy go silly and fuck one of his weird mouth-eyes. You just want him. And that's all that matters right now.

You glance down and, yeah, your cock's already wet enough from his slick and your own cum. You grind the length of it along his rim, teasing him but also making sure he's good and ready. He's clearly desperate, thighs slick and shaking as he braces himself against the back wall of the stall. Slow and gentle, you work the tip inside him, watching it pop in as he takes every inch that follows.

"Fuck, you don't...need to go slow. I can take it..." And so you take his word. You thrust hard, snapping your hips until your balls are slapping against his still-aching cunt. He lets out the most obscene moan, drooling a little on the cistern, his pants still pooled around his thighs. You grab a fistful of his perfect, blonde hair, feeling that silky cascade of sweat-matted locks around your knuckles. If he wants it hard and fast, that's what he'll get. You pray he doesn't have a boyfriend because, Christ, you wouldn't deny the blonde a single thing.

"This a little more your speed?" You chuckle breathlessly and he groans in response. You pick up the pace, driving your hips into him as he bounces back against you, eager to meet you for each thrust.

"Nnn... Deep... So fucking deep..." He whines as he starts to feel the burn in his guts. God, he wants you to pound him into the abyss and there's no way you can refuse him. You slap his ass, palming the supple flesh there. He's all silken flesh and wanton moans and it's the best fucking thing you've ever seen.

You drag your nails down his back and he arches, shuddering under your touch. He takes it so good, those soft, pink lips hanging open as his knees give way. As he crumbles, you wrap your arms under his chest, pulling him up against you, your chest pressed against his back. The change in angle has your cock grinding hard against his prostate as you fuck his ass open. "That's it, pretty boy, taking my dick so good. Look at you. Fuck..."

"Oh, God... Mhnnn... R-Right there..." With one hand, you grab ahold of his chest, with the other, you tuck your hand between his thighs, sliding into the wet heat of his pussy, dripping with slick and cum. You can feel your dick move against the walls of his cunt, pulling him open splitting him apart. You circle his clit with your thumb and he's so close again. You give his chest a squeeze and he whines, clit jerking as more milk runs down the length of your arm.

"Want you to come again for me, pretty boy... Can you do that for me?" And, Christ, you're fucking him so fast, so deep, you've nearly lifted him off his feet. You've got your hands on his tits, in his cunt, spreading him wide and fucking him fast. Fuck, how did he ever live without a pussy...? There's a heavy, desperate aching in his guts.

"G-Gonna cum... Can't stop it... Need it...inside... Shoot it all...in there..." You lean over, nipping at his neck as he practically goes limp in your arms. You hear his voice break, shuddering as he hitches. His muscles tighten as the tension building in his groin snaps. He squirts and gushes and tightens, soaking your thighs and twitching against your thumb. He braces himself, throwing an arm back, gripping your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

You slam into him, impossibly deep, and empty everything left in you. A sticky, glorious warmth fills the blonde's insides. It's just keeps...fucking...going, pumping another thick, hot spurt deep inside him. You're flooding his guts with cum and he's just...lost, tongue twisting around yours, milk spilling between your fingers. He's all dazed and mumbling, riding out the waves of his last orgasm.

You thrust a few more times, burying yourself deep and working your cum deeper, grinding as you give him your last few spurts.

"Haa... That's it... G-God, you're nice and full now, huh?" And, yeah, he's fucking stuffed, a swollen tummy packed full. It's the best feeling in the world; so full, so stretched out, so heavily bred. He's had the luxury of being fucked like this.

You place him back down on his feet and his knees give way again. He sprawls out on the floor of the stall. He's completely broken, laying boneless and limp on the tiles, his body swollen and wet and sticky. No-one's ever fucked him up this bad before. His vision's going blurry and all his limbs feel achy and heavy, still shuddering from overstimulation. He doesn't think he'll be able to walk for days, not with this much cum oozing between his legs, leaking out from his ruined holes. He's clammy, pale, fading out, overworked, overfucked. "Hey... Hey! You okay? You don't look so good..." ...

The Corinthian wakes up in bed. He blinks a couple of times before he sits up. How did he get home? Fuck. What even happened last night?

"Oh, hey. How're you feeling?" You ask as you stand in the doorway, wandering to the bedside and placing a tall glass of water on the night stand.

"The fuck happened last night? Why're you in my apartment?" He asks and your eyes widen.

"Oh! Uhh... Should I call a cab or...?"

"Oh, shit..." It's coming back to him in fragments. The club, the bathroom, the sheer amount of cum and milk...

"You passed out. Gave me your keys and told me where to take you." You explain and he sighs, collapsing back into the sheets. He may have overdone it last night. He still feels so loose, so full, and the memories of last night have his body flushing with heat.

"You still want me to leave or...?" And he thinks for a moment before pulling you into bed with him.

"Stay. Just for a little while." You lay down with him in the safety and comfort of his bed. You slide a hand between his thighs and nuzzle his neck, feel him mewl and shiver against you. His stomach's still swollen and heavy, skin stretched over a bellyful of cum. He's still so thoroughly fucked and bred and totally debauched.

"After you've rested up, do you...maybe wanna do it again?" He squeezes your hand and turns to kiss you softly.

"For sure. Just... Just gimme a couple hours." Fuck, he hopes this'll last more than one night. But at least he knows who to ask when he needs a good fuck. The rest... The rest he'll deal with later. Right now, he's got a new toy to play with. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

#character: the corinthian #source: the sandman #misc: chariot writes #type: reader

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