Gripping Reality (Closed, Lani and I)

August grinned, letting her flip him back over. "I'm not an anal guy..." He said, his hands moving to hold tight to her hips. "Mmmm...as for places, we've already done it in public."

Vanja rolled her eyes, even as she began to buck and grind against him almost wildly, clearly enjoying the ride. "Oh, but what about... oral on a roller coaster?" She teased, running through thoughts as various activities and locations pieced themselves together in her head. "Fucking in a glass elevator..."

"Mmm, what about joining the proverbial mile high club~?" He teased, meeting her bucks and grinds with his own as he leaned back.

"Mmmmmmm...." she murmured, moaning out in pleasure before speaking up, "Now there's a thought..."

"Or...We start going down the highway, and you see how many times you can make me cum while I'm driving..." He said, gripping her hips tight and starting to lift her up and down his length. "Or we take out one of the motorcycles, find a nice place, and I'll fuck you on it..."

"Ohhhhhhh.... with the engine running?" She asked, tossing her hair back as their session grew rougher.

"If you'd like... Maybe I'll take you up to the roof, have your screams echo across Death City... Take you to a fair and fuck you on the ferris wheel. That's what I planned to do the other night, before the rain got in the way."

Vanja bucked against him, grinding down hard along his length as she pressed him deeper into her.
"Afraid of getting a little wet, hotshot?"

"I hate the rain." He said, grabbing her roughly and once again pinning her beneath him as he started to pound into her in a rutting pace.

She laughed, the sound melding with moans and cracked screams as he claimed her.

August was a beast now, less man than proverbial dragon as he fucked her. This was undoubtedly what she had wanted their first time, what he had denied her, and what he was now offering to her as a compromise. His deal was simple. Let me love you, and maybe grow to love me, and this would always be waiting for you.

It was a deal, a bargain, they'd struck that first night in the bunker, but one that had remained unspoken, even now. She'd known the terms from the start, though had always denied them in favor of her own little, no-strings fantasy world. Still, she couldn't deny the value of the compromise, especially as it sent her spiraling and screaming into bestial submission. He could have her however he wanted her, though she would never tell him as much. August would have to take her in such ways to have what he wished, but she would never deny him the luxuries he desired.

August wrapped strong arms around her, pulling her close, pulling her tight as his pace changed from long, fast thrusts to short, hard ones. If he had to pick a name for this pace, it would be a breeding pace. One meant to keep him deep, and force them both to quick climax. But his mind was too far gone to ponder the possible ramifications of such a title, or such a thought. Instinct drove him now, need and desire and the sound of her squealing for his touch.

It was to his luck that'd she'd taken up the use of birth control methods not a day after they'd first began fucking. Otherwise, by now, she'd have been pregnant several times over. Of all her partners, however, she knew that he would have no trouble in the slightest making up for the ramifications of such, but the fact remained that she simply had an almost negative interest in having children. Whether this was something that could change in the future she chose to never put any thought towards. But by GOD did she love when he got like this, despite what it could, no, definitively would mean without some form of protection.

But fuck it was almost a turn on to toss caution into the wind, to the coming of a hurricane, even.

"Vanjya..." He growled out, gripping her tighter, his fingers and his nails, his claws into her, claiming her. God above, consequences be damned, he wanted danger, wanted chaos. He bit her neck hard, harder, harder. "Give me everything."

His actions incited a bit of blood from her, a chaos wound that had her moaning even more. It was the smallest of fetishes she wouldn't admit to, as even she found it weird, but she wouldn't deny it when the opportunity arose. Still, she knew not what more to offer, what more to give him, mind to addled with sex and the high of it to think.

"Everything." He repeated, his thrusts growing in speed, somehow. He was right, and properly rutting her now. She needed to feel him, feel him deep, deep as could be.

Screams broke out until her throat fell raw, effectively breaking her voice entirely, temporarily. She'd be worn in more ways than one by the end of this.

August bit her neck to mark her, well and truly mark her, as he spilled himself inside her. He didn't stop. There would be no rest for her, as his finish just seemed to make him grow rougher. His arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace, moving her body in time with his thrusts.

ooc: Going to bed at about 10EST, just so you know

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The screams came silent and wild now, rough and hoarse as he spent and used her body in rough oblivion. Even if she could, she wouldn't dare or desire to complain; he was more than she could have asked for, and more than she could rightly handle.

August slowed, once he realized how spent she was, and loomed over her. "Listen to me... Look at me." He demanded.

Silently, she obeyed him, looking up at him. Despite the state of her body, she was willing to continue, were that what he wished.

"Tell me what you would give me." He asked, wanting to hear her answer, wanting to hear that one simple word fall from her lips.

"Everything, she spoke the word through a hoarse, broken throat, her tongue even seeming the slightest bit soar, though that was probably psychological, "And more that you could take."

"Do you know what I want right now?" He asked, voice a hoarse growl.