Quick fics

The Dresden Fucks

“Come on, Harry. Come. On.” Panting excitedly, Molly got down on her hands and knees over the kitchen mat. “I want to be fucked. I want you to fuck my pussy right now, hard as you fucking can!”

She dropped her shoulders down to the linoleum and lifted her ass up as if for Harry’s inspection. Hot blood pumped into Harry’s erection—enough to make him feel lightheaded.

He knelt down between Molly’s open legs, his prick held in his fist. He could feel it throbbing as hard as stainless steel. Harry centered his cockhead on Molly’s slit and pushed forward, lodging himself in the tight grip of her sex.

“Hnnggh!” Molly grimaced, feeling his shaft going into her, forcing the pouting lips of her cunt to stretch around his invading girth. “Yeah, fuck me, Master! Fuck the shit out of me!”

Harry slid his hands up her slender body, up under her chest to cup her firm tits. As he felt them, his hips bucked and thrust, ramming his cock into her sweltering pussy. It was wet and exquisitely tight, the pressure of her inner muscles constantly changing as they roiled with the pleasure he gave them. Harry molded the flesh of her chest in his hands while fucking her with a brutal rhythm, fucking his stiff prick again and again into the clinging heat of her cunt.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re fucking me!” Molly grabbed the kitchen mat in her hands and pulled at it like she was trying to rip it apart. Her ass whipped against his pelvis, pumping her sex onto his member. “Fuck me, Master! Your cock feels so damn good inside me!”

Spider-Man/Silver Sable

The rule was, if Peter wanted Sable’s help, he wasn’t allowed to wear any clothes while he was in her private headquarters. Naked, usually sporting an erection, he brought her up to date on whatever crisis he was facing and combed through her archives for the information he needed. 

Peter couldn’t bring himself to complain about Sable’s rather ludicrous demand, because he never knew when Sable would interrupt him to suck his cock, or pull his face down between her thighs, or ride him with her beautiful cunt until it was overflowing with his cum. Sometimes, she’d let him off easy—or at least pretend to—waiting until he had what he needed, letting him dress again… But then she’d always snap her fingers, point to some spot on her perfect body, and he was obliged to kiss and lick and suck her there until he made his way to her cunt. That is, if she didn’t want him to eat out her ass.

Sable usually hosted him in the nude, but she was just as likely to greet him in lingerie or even in her argent catsuit, which was pretty much just as sexy as any bra and panty set. Peter had become so attuned to Sable’s arousal, so mixed up with all the games she played, that he could get a hard-on for her in a T-shirt and jeans. She set the pace with a variety of tricks and outfits that always kept him guessing, while making him hornier with each visit, until he was finding excuses to drop in on her… shuck his clothes off as he’d once been so embarrassed to do.

Star Wars

Now what do they want from me? Talon wondered apprehensively, feeling Cade and Deliah’s eyes on her from the other side of the room.

“Okay, dear, how about losing the clothes?” Cade ordered, falsely good-natured.

“Naked flesh? Don’t you have any imagination?” Talon asked in disgust.

“You’ll see how much imagination he has soon enough,” Deliah promised. “But not in that outfit.”

Talon obeyed the implicit command, stripping off her dress and trying to keep it as businesslike as possible, despite the raw sexuality she knew her bare skin held. She’d be damned if she gave Cade Skywalker or his woman any pleasure she didn’t have to.

Her ensemble came off easily—she wasn’t wearing much. The light dress went first. Underneath it, she wore only her bra, her panties, and long vinyl stockings held up by a garter belt. She took off her bra and her ample breasts swung free, the nipples hardening as they were touched by the cool air—and by the stares of her two observers.

Talon snarled as she saw that Cade was massaging the bulge of his erection through his pants as he watched her undress. She barely restrained herself from lunging at them when Deliah reached over to do it for him, slipping his hand under his waistband to enjoy Cade’s manhood herself. I gave him that hard-on, Talon thought viciously. It’s mine!

But she had not yet finished carrying out their orders. She bent down to take off her garter belt when she heard a new command ring out.

“No,” Deliah said, “leave it on. Just unhook it to take off your panties and then snap it back up.”

Talon shook with rage as she did as she was told, every aspect of her actions now dictated by them, no matter how minute. Moments later, she stood dressed only in her garters and stockings. The black of her pubic hair showed obscenely underneath the apparatus of her garter belt—a natural counterpoint to the dark tattoos that artificially marked her, its shadow seeming to dwarf that warpaint, making a mockery of her prowess in favor of her luscious flesh. With her legs encased in skintight, molecule-thin leather but the rest of her harshly exposed, she felt more naked than if she’d completely disrobed.