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This was going to be a very long winter.
Fifteen was all cozy – ready to spend the next blizzard comfortably in her own quiet shack, away from civilization and any annoying disruptions. That was all she really wanted! It was so simple! And yet she couldn't even have that .
The snow was just beginning to pick up in its intensity when there was a harsh banging on her front door. While she was obviously startled a bit, that quickly turned to rage. Who had the gall to bother her right as the storms were starting to settle in? That was just rude.
.. And who would be out in the middle of the woods during a blizzard?
She tried to ignore the knocking until it started to pick up speed, turning from banging to clawing and scratching at her door. Fifteen imagined some sort of animal gouging harsh, jagged lines into the wood. With an incredibly heavy sigh, she pulled herself up off of her shabby couch to answer the source of the sounds.
Not unarmed, of course. She loaded her conveniently placed rifle first in case things got too dicey.
She silently glanced through the peephole to get a better idea of what she would be facing. Her eyes widened as she recognized the figure on her porch.
Well, it wasn't an animal (Depending on who you asked).
Mangy green skin and covered in dirt, snow and probably blood.
So this was the infamous Fourteen. While not a seven anymore, he still had that same stupid face with those sharp yellow teeth. Not much else to expect from a blatant cannibal.
The last thing Fifteen wanted to deal with at that moment was this disgusting freak. She sighed incredibly hard before leaning her face up against the wood to yell at him without having to open the door.
“GO AWAY! READ THE SIGNS AND TAKE A HINT, IF YOU CAN EVEN READ !”
Silence.
“..Fifteeeeeeeen!!! You're there!”
The most irritating voice Fifteen had ever heard.
“PLEEEASE let me in? With a cherry on top!”
“..You thought that would work?” Fifteen remarked snidely. She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Weeeelll… maybe?”
Fifteen groaned. Not only was he a cannibal, he must be dumber than a rock. She opened the door only a crack, mostly just so that Fourteen could see how hard she was glaring AND the fact she was armed.
“Urrggh! Get out of here! Why are you even around here?? Go torment somebody else, won't ‘cha?”
Fourteen was staring directly at her now, despite only being able to see one of her eyes through the sliver of the door. His eyes were always kind of blank and empty, like a dead fish, but this time Fifteen could have sworn she saw them soften.
…what?
“ Well, I don't have anywhere else to go! It's....soooooooo cold out here…And I remembered the way back here! It took so long, I can't leave now!”
Fourteen made sure to dramatically shiver to make sure his point was taken. He may have been covered in snow, but until that point he had seemed completely unphased.
Fifteen was getting even more annoyed, somehow. Her eyes drifted towards the gray band around Fourteen’s leg. It looked heavy, like some sort of metal.
“.. what's that on your leg?”
“Oh, this?” Fourteen held out his foot.
“Those suckers tried to chain me down! I chewed my way out.”
God, this guy really was feral.
Fifteen had one more idea up her non-existent sleeve.
She suddenly swung the door open full force, causing Fourteen to stumble back and fall to the ground.
Aiming her gun right at Fourteen’s gross little face, Fifteen stood over him, sneering.
“I'm not gonna repeat myself! Get OUT of here! I am NOT letting you loiter around! You're just gonna try and eat my skin, you sick freak!”
Fourteen gulped and kind of shuffled around, feeling a bit stuck in this situation. Yes, maybe he did want a taste of some skin since he hadn't been able to eat any in the weeks he'd been chained down and he never got to taste Fifteen’s pretty flesh. But mostly, he just wanted a way out of the cold. He didn't account for it starting to snow so hard while he was just walking around! And it was starting to get really painful getting pummeled with it constantly, probably becoming hail or something. And-
Fourteen let out a kind of startled screech as a particularly large chunk of hail struck Fifteen's roof, causing a few pieces of wood to come cascading down, inches from their heads.
Without thinking he dove forwards, tackling Fifteen into her cabin and narrowly avoiding getting skewered by some pieces of lumber. He pinned her down on the ground.
Fifteen was caught entirely off guard by how sudden it all was and her gun flew out of her hands, landing a few feet away from her. Her eyes narrowed as she realized the position she was in and she started kicking and punching Fourteen to get him off of her.
Fourteen was kind of at a crossroads now. For one, he was starting to drool, the exhilarating feeling of holding Fifteen down causing him to crave the taste of flesh even harder. Plus, if he ate her, that'd be a bit of time for himself all alone in her cool looking cabin, at least until she came back.
..On the other hand, if he did that, she's probably got enough weapons and ways to kill a number memorized to execute the entire Equation playground. As cool and strong as he was, she'd probably be able to kill him and send him back to all of the other algebraliens who had definitely noticed he was gone. So-
Fourteen's train of thought was cut off immediately as Fifteen's fist collided with his face, causing him to wince long enough for Fifteen to kick him away. He sprawled out on the ground, his eyes spinning in dizzy circles.
Fifteen scrambled across the floor to grab her gun, Fourteen cowering in the meanwhile. She aimed it right between his eyes.
“ Alright, you disgusting fuck ,” She spat.
“ Give me a SINGLE reason I shouldn't blow your brains out right this second.”
Fourteen started to visibly sweat, trying to curl into a ball to make himself as small as possible behind the gun’s barrel.
“ Ah, uh, p-please! Fifteen, I can- I can be useful! Yeah! I can help you around your cabin! I can-”
“ The only thing I want from you is for you to LEAVE and never come back, you rat!”
Fifteen was at her wits end at this point. Her grip was starting to tremble.
“ PLEASE! Just- just one night? I don't want to eat you! I really don't! ” Fourteen made sure to look directly into Fifteen's eyes, trying to read her stony gaze.
Fifteen made the mistake of making eye contact.
His eyes. The way they were such a warm yellow. The way they reflected in the dark.
They were.. so much like….
Them.
“AAAGGHH-!”
Fifteen slammed her fist against a wall, adding a solidly wide crack to it. Considering those walls were made of pure sturdy wood, this was more than a little impressive. Fourteen may have flinched a bit.
“URRRGH. YOU… uggh,” She covered her grimacing face with an open palm, before nonchalantly waving him off.
He did save her from being crushed by falling wood, after all.
“ You're sleeping on the floor. And you better pull your goddamn weight.”
Fourteen's eyes immediately brightened as he scrambled to his feet to follow Fifteen.
“Really? Really really?”
“.. Don't make me change my mind. “
Fourteen grinned. “I definitely won't!”
When Fourteen had tried to shake off all the muck on his pelt all over the floor like a dog, Fifteen knew she couldn't leave him alone for a single second. After wrangling him into her bathtub and dumping Math knows how much water and soap over him, he smelled only slightly better.
He was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, wrapped in a towel and huddled in a ball. Fifteen was doing her best to ignore him as she prepared to sleep, but everything seemed off. The water in her sink was too cold, the air felt much heavier.
As she clambered into her squeaky bed, Fourteen tried to get in as well.
“ What the HELL do you think you're doing -”
“It's COOOLD! I want to sleep HERE!”
“ NO,” she hissed. “ You are sleeping ON THE FLOOR. THAT'S FINAL!”
“Pleeaaase!”
“GET OUT!!!”
A very dejected Fourteen slowly slinked out of Fifteen's room.
He was still kind of wanting to indulge in her skin. Maybe he can do that in the morning. Maybe.
As the bright moon started to rise over the treetops, Fourteen was still awake. He stared out of Fifteen's window at the darkening skyline while holding his head in his hands. The stars were faded tonight due to the storms, becoming obscured and foggy instead of how brightly they shined the previous nights.
The one thing Fourteen liked to do every night without fail was stargaze. He did it from his old house, he did it from the fields of the Equation Playground. The way they blinked at him felt inviting.
Fourteen grinned slightly as he thought of the only actual algebralien who had actually acted inviting to him, even if it was just this once. Fifteen was kind of a legend. She was always a recluse. A hermit who wanted nothing to do with the other numbers. Now, she's never seen anymore by anyone.
He heard snippets of what the other numbers said when Nine and Six came back to talk about what happened. They talked about how Fifteen seemed so angry. Sure, she kind of had a temper. But she did let him into her house!
Maybe that would be her last mistake.
As the 1 am hour approached, Fifteen was only half asleep. She was thinking far too much about the number in her house.
What was she thinking? He was probably going to break into her room and try to eat her any second now.
She rolled over to look at her flamethrower. She had brought it into her bedroom and sat it down next to her bed in case she had to grab it quickly.
She wasn't defenseless by any means, but she would feel a tad bit more angry about it since it would mean Fourteen had been leading her on until she was the most vulnerable.
As if on cue, she heard her door creak open slowly. Keeping one eye slightly open, she feigned sleep. Her grip tightened on the trigger.
Why hadn't she thought to install locks on the rooms inside.
Fourteen sauntered over to her bed, but instead of pouncing on her seemingly unconscious body, he just stood still, staring at her with his arms crossed on the bed.
It was far too quiet.
Fifteen suddenly sprung out of the covers and pointed her flamethrower directly at him, giving him barely a second to process the suddenness. He kind of froze in a panic and cowered in place again, covering his face with his arms.
“ Eeep! Wai-Wait wait wait! I just wanted to tell you somethi-!”
Fifteen glared so hard she felt her face scrunch.
“ And what's that, you bastard?”
Fourteen shuffled in place.
“ Ahh, uh, thanks for letting me stay the night …?”
Fifteen blinked. Her grip softened slightly.
“ …You wanted to tell me that in the middle of the goddamn night?”
“ …Yeees?” He shrugged.
“..Ugh.”
Fifteen slapped a hand over her face in disbelief. This guy.
“ Uh, you're welcome. I guess. Now get out. ”
“ Buuutttt I also wanted to sleep in here! It's the warmest! There's a heater in here. Can I have it?”
“NO, you can't have my heater,” Fifteen growled. “..You can. MAYBE. Just sleep in front of it.”
Fifteen gestured to the small box on the floor.
Fourteen started over to the warmth when Fifteen added, “If you try anything, just know I will track you down and kill you as many times as it takes until you're chained down again with stronger metal.”
Fourteen swallowed hard.
“..Yeah.”
As Fourteen curled up next to the heater, he could hear Fifteen in the bed next to him. The way she shifted slightly in the sheets, the muffled sound of her breathing.
Something in the corner of his mind imagined her wide eyes as he tore off some of her face, but he quickly stomped that out. Not the time. Her threat was definitely genuine.
Something else, in a different corner of his thoughts, had.. different ideas.
.. Definitely not the time.
His eyes felt a bit heavy, but he still wasn't tired enough to sleep. The warmth covering his body like a blanket felt pretty nice, though.
Fifteen had her eyes closed, but she was still listening intently for any sounds from Fourteen. Now that he was actually in her room with her, her guard had raised tenfold. Hopefully her threat scared him enough to not want to try anything.
She could feel sleep ebbing at her consciousness, but she fought to stay alert. She would have to do physical labor to repair her roof in the morning, so she should probably rest, but she wouldn't be repairing any roofs for a while if she was dead. Her thoughts went back and forth for a while.
“ Fifteen?”
She didn't respond.
“Fifteeeeen?”
“...What.”
“ You can't sleep either?”
She sighed.
“ No. You're kind of keeping me on edge.”
“ ..Can I come in your bed now?”
“No.”
“Pleaseee?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I won't touch you or anything. I just want blankets.”
“That's a weird way to say it.”
“SHUT UP!! NOT LIKE THAT!”
Fourteen's cheeks turned a dark shade of green.
(Dear readers, it was like that. Foreshadowing.)
Fifteen couldn't really suppress her giggle. It just fell out.
“Didn't know the scary Fourteen was a prude..”
“I’M NOT A PRUDE!!”
“Really now?”
Fourteen didn't say anything for a while, and Fifteen figured he must have given up, before he suddenly jumped up to face Fifteen head-on which made her startle a bit.
“YOU- you didn't have to do that.”
“Blah blah blah. Can I come in for real?” He traced his fingers over the soft sheets.
Fifteen huffed.
“Only if you stay VERY FAR AWAY FROM ME.”
“YAY!”
Fourteen scrambled into the sheets and buried himself like some sort of mole. After a second she could barely see him at all, save for a bump in the layers of blankets. Eh, he seemed far enough away. Fifteen nudged him a bit farther with her foot. She heard a sort of grumble, but ignored it.
Fifteen turned onto her side and stared up at her ceiling, her eyes drifting across all the cracks and lines in the planks of wood.
She heard some rustling next to her, followed by a soft whimper, and while she didn't turn around, she did visibly tense up – which only intensified as she felt a hand brush against her side.
“....Fifteeeeen…”
Fifteen felt a bit unnerved now, but she tried to keep her composure.
“... I thought you weren't going to touch me.”
“Mmh...”
He started to rub her back carefully, making sure not to accidentally nick her with his claws.
Fifteen did admittedly feel her face flush a bit. Her breathing hitched as he touched a sensitive spot on her, rubbing the connection points between her One and Five. Her leg twitched a bit.
“Wha-What are you..”
Fifteen sat up quickly to look Fourteen in the eye, and she couldn't say she expected what she saw.
Pathetic.
Fourteen was trying to curl into a ball so that Fifteen wouldn't see, but she could still clearly view the dark green mass between his legs that twitched every so often. He had a sort of faintly sweet smell emanating off of his body. It had been a long time since Fifteen had seen anything or anyone like this, but she could make a guess pretty quickly.
Heat. Her own cycles started to wear off as she isolated herself far away from any other algebraliens, but she figured Fourteen was still around the other numbers enough for it to work normally.
“ ..Oh.”
Fifteen shifted around awkwardly as Fourteen squirmed in visible discomfort.
“...Is this why you wanted to come in here so bad?”
“..Ah…. Aahh… Mmh….”
Fourteen whined shakily as he tried to inch away from her, mostly in shame. His head was too foggy to think clearly. It felt like his entire lower half was throbbing.
“Hey, hey hey. Wait,” Fifteen started, grabbing onto one of Fourteen's head nubs to keep him steady, causing him to gasp.
“Look, I've clearly already gone insane by letting anyone stay in my house, much less my goddamn bed. While I'm feeling generous, do you.. want help?”
Fourteen froze. His body couldn't move.
All he could focus on was Fifteen, her words and how bright her eyes were in the dark. Her body.
“ Yes ,” he managed to choke out. “ Yes, yes please-”
Without even blinking Fifteen pounced onto his shivering form and pinned him down, holding his limp wrists tightly with her hands. She let her eyes travel down.
Fourteen was anything but small. He had to be around eight inches, give or take, but it was quite slender, with almost no girth. His tendril writhed in place, slick lubricant dripping down its length and staining the area around his crotch with dark patches. His legs tried to instinctively close, so Fifteen kept her legs on his thighs to keep them spread apart. He whined at the feeling of being unable to move.
“Hhaahh… aahahhhhh… n-need…”
“Need what, Fourteen? Use your words.”
“I-Inside-,”
He gasped for air.
“..Y-you-”
“Woah, woah, woah there. I never said anything about letting your gross dick anywhere near me.”
Fourteen whined hard and thrusted his hips upwards into Fifteen's face. She scoffed a bit before running a single finger down his entire length to tease him, causing him to freeze in place again, starting to drool slightly.
Fifteen decided she'd give him a bit of satisfaction and wrapped one of her hands around the thicker base of his tentacle, the other gently stroking the soft, puffy nook of his slit. This sudden attention caused Fourteen to let out an involuntarily loud moan, but Fifteen ignored it, opting to start pumping up and down his length.
It was a bit easier to do than she was used to, with how smooth and thin it was. The tip curled up and wrapped around her wrist desperately.
She felt herself getting a bit aroused now, her own tentacle trembling in its sheath.
This was happening a little too fast and a little too out of Fourteen's control for his liking, especially since he had never done anything like this before.
It's not like any of the other numbers would ever accept his advances.
He tried to muffle his moans but Fifteen slapped his hand away every time he tried to cover his mouth. He opted to grab on tightly to the sheets below to ground himself, though a tight coil was starting to harden in his gut. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt Fifteen's grip tighten as he leaked some strands of pre.
Fifteen ran her thumb back and forth across the tip, catching a few beads of his slick on her fingers before starting back up from the base again. Her hands were feeling pretty sticky at this point – there was a lot of liquid oozing down his shaft.
“Hey,” Fifteen purred. Fourteen slowly opened his now half-lidded eyes, his head feeling dizzy.
“Look at the mess you're making on my hands! Clean it off.”
“B-But..”
“With your mouth.”
Fourteen flinched a bit as Fifteen all but shoved her hand directly into his face, giving him no room to do anything but comply. He slowly stuck his long, forked tongue out to lap slowly at his own fluids. His hot breath ghosted along Fifteen’s hand, his sharp yellow teeth mere centimeters away from her flesh.
It all tasted pretty disgusting, and his face scrunched up instinctively. Slick dribbled across his face and down his chin.
“Good,” Fifteen smirked. “At least you're an obedient slut.”
Fourteen whimpered a bit at that, but continued licking gently until her hand seemed clean. Fifteen immediately wiped her hand off on the sheets. She'd just wash them later.
She resumed yanking on his cock, incorporating both of her hands this time. She rubbed his now throbbing tip between two of her fingers as she teased him, feeling how much he'd stiffened.
“Mmmmhh…” Fourteen moaned. “M-More…”
Fifteen let out a small huff before tightening her grip substantially. Fourteen groaned softly before throwing one arm over his face to cover his obscenely flushed face.
“Hard…Harder…” his voice was raspy now, growing even more choked up. “Make it hurt…”
Fifteen raised one eyebrow in amusement.
“Oh really? You want me to hurt you? Not too surprised, you're such a nasty little freak…”
With that, Fifteen dug her claws into his slippery member, drawing small beads of blood at the puncture sites and causing Fourteen to yelp in pain.
“You like that? You like how that hurts, don't you?”
Fourteen was far too wrapped up in ecstacy to respond, his nerves overrun with so much pleasure he couldn't choke out a single word. His tentacle squirmed wildly, trying to get away from the source of the pain, and Fifteen thought of an idea.
“This is all you're gonna get mouth-wise, so you better savor it.”
Fifteen lunged down, teeth bared, and sunk them into his soft, slimy flesh. The tip of Fourteen's tendril was engulfed in the warmth of her throat as she bit down harder, tasting metal as his blood coated her tongue.
That was more than enough to bring Fourteen back to reality as he let out a high pitched squeal, arching his back and thrusting his hips up into Fifteen's mouth, engulfing more of himself in the wet heat. It was too much, the feelings were overwhelming, the tight coil in his stomach begged to snap from the overload of pleasure.
“N-NGH!!! FIFTEEEEN-!! I- I GOTTA!!!- I'M GONNA BURST-!!”
Fifteen immediately let his length fall out of her mouth with a wet squelch, opting to squeeze his tip between her fingers, denying his release.
“You're not cumming until I say so, you got that?”
“MMMHH-!!”
“I guess you don't want to~”
“HHAAHHH!!! P-PLEASE-!!!”
Fourteen's tentacle ached, not just from the fresh wounds lining it. The desperation to release overran any pain, it crushed his brain into mush. Warm tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he started to sob, his cock throbbing.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't able to hold it any longer.
He cried out as the tension inside his body released and hot streaks of white painted Fifteen's hand and body with its sticky warmth as Fourteen's eyes rolled back into his head, gasping for any semblance of air. His entire body trembled as he rode out his high, his vision impossibly blurred. He trembled there for a while until his orgasm began to subside.
“Ggnnnghh…ohh..Fift…eeeen…”
Fifteen frowned hard as Fourteen slowly came down from his bliss, trying to clean herself of all of his seed. It clung to her fingers and stuck to her skin. Eventually Fourteen sat up shakily, his head still spinning, but signifying to Fifteen that he was more lucid now.
“Looks like you didn't listen to me.. Math, you're pathetic– your gross shot got ALL OVER ME.”
Fourteen was still kind of groggy.
“S..sorhy..”
Fifteen pushed him back down so that she towered above him, her gaze just as stony and unreadable as usual.
“I think I should punish you for that, yeah?”
Fourteen swallowed hard. There was no real way to predict what that would entail. However, he certainly didn't expect to be grabbed by the head, turned over and thrown down against the mattress, his face shoved flush against the sheets. It muffled his breathing. Math, was it hot.
Fourteen yelped as he felt something lean against his back, trying to lift his head to get a better look.
Fifteen groaned a bit as she started to grind herself up against his backside, rubbing herself along his sensitive entrance. Her slit caught on him and spread itself open, slowly unsheathing her tentacle.
While shorter than Fourteen's – it was about 6 and a half inches – it was also almost 5 inches in girth and covered with soft, small spikes.
Fourteen paled.
“Y-You’re not gonna put that in me, ri-”
“I will, right now, if you don't shut up.”
Fourteen sank a bit further into the blankets, defeated. He shivered as he felt the slimy tip prodding against his slit, teasing him. He couldn't repress a small squeak of pleasure as he felt it squirm gently, trying to part his folds.
Fifteen snickered a bit. What an amateur.
“Hmm.. as much as I'd like to fuck you dry and hear you scream, I'm not that heartless. Get ready, alright?”
“Wha-What does that-”
Seconds later Fourteen mewled helplessly as Fifteen stuck two of her fingers right into his wet slit, attempting to stretch him out a bit. Fourteen instinctively clenched onto the intrusions and Fifteen spread her fingers, forcefully scissoring his walls apart. She pressed her fingers deeper, feeling around in his insides and soaking up every spasm from his flesh.
“Math, you're wet…”
Fifteen mused quietly, mostly to herself, slowly pushing a third finger inside. The task was pretty easy with how lubricated he was. Fourteen's legs began to tremble, overloaded with totally alien sensations. He gripped onto the sheets again, pushing himself down further onto Fifteen's fingers, forcing them deeper.
As Fifteen curled her fingers inward, a small trickle of blood coursed down Fourteen's face as he bit his lip. Simultaneously liquid started to drip from between his legs which stained the sheets even more. How annoying.
Fifteen pulled her fingers out slowly, examining her handiwork. Fourteen whimpered at the loss of contact.
Her entire fist was coated in wet discharge now, cold once it was hit by the air.
Instead of making Fourteen lick it off again, she opted to spread it across her own length, rubbing the stuff all over every inch of her cock, moaning a bit as she did. It twitched rapidly, finally receiving a bit of stimulation.
Fourteen panted slowly, still somewhat recovering from how quickly that had started and stopped. He flinched hard, though, when he felt Fifteen line herself up with his hole again, grabbing onto his hips firmly.
“Mmh-! W-wait, wait! I-I don't think I'm -”
“You're ready.”
“I really don't think I am-!”
“Look,” Fifteen sighed. “If you're that scared, I'll go slow.”
Fourteen froze as he felt the tip press against him harder, one small push away from entering him. He tried to relax so that the entry would be smoother, but he failed as he imagined all of that going inside of him, ending up clenching harder.
“You- ugh. Count of three, okay?”
Fourteen could only nod weakly.
“One..”
He gripped the sheets harder.
“Two..”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
He didn't want to say it, he didn't want her to know, but this was his first time receiving, and-
“Three.”
Fifteen pushed herself inside, grunting a bit as she did – Fourteen was really tight. His walls squeezed so tightly around her it was almost suffocating.
Even though it was only a few inches, Fourteen let out a loud, pained wail as he felt his insides open bit by bit. It was too thick, too big – he gasped hard as he felt those barbs rake against his walls, spreading him wider.
“MMMMHAAAHH–! HOLY FUHHHCK-!!!!!!”
Without warning Fifteen forced herself down to the hilt, her hips hitting Fourteen's own with a loud, wet smack. Fourteen cried out again, even louder, as he felt Fifteen reach dangerously close to his core.
“Tch…” Fifteen huffed, the pressure starting to get to her.
“You're.. haah.. such a crybaby.”
“ Mmhaaahmhhhh.. i-ieeh..… haaaahhh…”
Fourteen couldn't muster up any tangible words anymore. His throat felt thick, his mind felt like it had taken a vacation. The only thing he could focus on was the overwhelming feeling of being so full.
“You.. hhughhh.. better get.. ready, ‘cuz… it’s gonna hurt a lot more when I.. p-pull out.”
Fourteen didn't respond. He was too busy getting a mouthful of fabric, biting down hard onto the sheets in an attempt to ground himself and adjust faster. Feeling her cock squirming around in his belly was too much. It rubbed against every single inch of him.
As gently as she could, Fifteen slipped a few inches out. Though it was still painful – when being pulled backwards, those damned spikes pressed straight up and stabbed right into his sensitive flesh.
He felt fresh tears ebb in the corners of his eyes again as he tried to stay quiet, biting down harder.
Fifteen pushed herself right back in and started slowly working up a rhythm, thrusting a bit harder each time.
It felt like Fourteen was made for her – he felt so tight and warm and wet and it was taking a lot of willpower for her to not start slamming into him.
Something about reducing the notorious Fourteen into a sobbing, whimpering mess beneath her was incredibly exhilarating.
She leaned down, pressing her body against Fourteen's back and tightening her grip on him.
“You're.. nhngh.. doing.. pretty good.”
Fourteen's voice was still muffled, but she could hear him let out a semblance of a moan in response. Rolling her eyes, she opted to get off of him and flipped him over, onto his back. Fourteen kind of squeaked in surprise, but that was quickly drowned out by yet another moan as Fifteen plunged right back into him, rebuilding that rhythm almost immediately. With how fast she was going, the pain was pretty much forgotten.
Each thrust was punctuated with a wet smack that echoed in their ears. Fifteen found it quite rewarding that she got to see Fourteen's fucked-out face now, as well as watching that bulge in his stomach appear every time she pounded inside. The way his face was so flushed and sweaty and how his eyes were half lidded with tears as he drooled and whined was so.. pathetically endearing.
She felt her own stomach turn as that familiar kind of tightening in her gut made itself known.
Eventually she found Fourteen's sweet spot and slammed into it, using as much force as possible. Fourteen shrieked, his whole body convulsing as huge shockwaves of pleasure coursed through his system. He bounced up and down on the bed.
He opted to wrap his legs around Fifteen’s lower half, bringing her even closer. Fifteen decided to indulge him and wrapped her arms around him, so that now they were basically hugging. This made each thrust feel even better.
“Mmhhaaahhh…! Gnngh.. Fih-Fihteeeeen…” Fourteen slurred.
“K..Kishs …pleease..”
Fifteen ( while entirely inside of him), scrunched up her face in disgust.
“No! I.. nngh.. d-don’t know where that mouth’s been-”
“Juh-Just.. one-! mmMMHHH-!!”
A particularly sharp thrust caused Fourteen to grit his teeth, tightening his grip on her back. It was a miracle her skin didn't break. As Fifteen gazed into his hazy eyes, she figured, why the hell not.
She pressed her face up against his, soaking up his warmth and breathing in his scent( as metallic and rotten as it was). She felt the way his body trembled against her own.
Eventually she ended up pressing a small peck onto his lips, murmuring softly as he deepened it, begrudgingly allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. As they intertwined their tongues together she realized she didn't mind the taste(even if his breath stunk).
Fifteen was the first to pull away, saliva dripping down both of their chins as she felt her cock spasm in need, her climax approaching rapidly.
“Mhnnhh.. haah.. Fo-Fourteen, I’m- ggh… I’m c-close-”
Fourteen could only whimper in response.
“ Do.. Do you.. ngghh .. I-In or out..?”
“O-out, out -” Fourteen rasped, his voice especially scratchy. He tried to push Fifteen out of him with his feet.
Fifteen grumbled a bit, upset she'd have to pull out of the wet bliss she was in. Nevertheless, with the way Fourteen kept pulsing around her in intervals, she figured he must be close as well. That was enough for her to start slamming in as fast and as hard as she could muster, determined to make him finish first.
Whiiich ended up being more than enough to send Fourteen over the edge.
Wailing, he clamped down around Fifteen's cock and came all over it, drenching it with milky white fluid. It sprayed all over Fourteen's legs and Fifteen's lower half again, but she ignored it this time.
This second orgasm took a bit longer to wear off, as it came from Fourteen's slit instead of his tentacle, but once it did, the soreness started to wash over him pretty quickly.
All of that propelled Fifteen directly into her limit, pulling out as quickly and carefully as possible and cumming all over Fourteen's face seconds later. Fifteen was overwhelmed with ecstasy and whimpered Fourteen's name as she released, the knot finally snapping. Math, it has been too long since she'd felt anything like this.
Fourteen retched and tried to squirm away but was ultimately unsuccessful as Fifteen kept him pinned, her load oozing down. He squinted his eyes shut as it trickled down his face, some of it getting into his mouth and causing him to gag. He ended up having to swallow it, the taste coating his throat bitter and salty.
With a sharp gasp Fifteen let go of Fourteen and collapsed onto the bed next to him, completely drained (in two different ways).
The both of them laid there, panting asynchronously for a while.
“Holy… Holy shit,” Fifteen wheezed. “I-I haven't felt like that in.. forever.”
Fourteen's breathing eventually started to slow down, his mind still foggy, but starting to resurge.
“W..Water..”
“Oh- Oh, right..” Fifteen’s legs were still a bit wobbly, but she managed to slowly get up to fill a glass for him at the sink.
Once he had taken it and gargled the liquid, Fifteen suddenly felt exhausted. It felt like it had been hours since she had tried to sleep, her eyes were closing involuntarily.
“Um..” she whispered, clambering into bed next to him again. “Do you want to.. uh, cuddle?”
Fourteen didn't answer, but he did move closer to her, wrapping his arms around her middle. Fifteen did the same, squeezing him a bit tighter as she leaned against him.
“..Night.” she whispered, but Fourteen was already asleep in her arms.
Well, now it was just time to hope she'd wake up the next morning.