This had to be a trick, right? Buck was coming down from the drinks he'd thrown back before speed dating, but he was still tipsy. He'd signed up under the name Soulful Serenade. He'd been strolling along the beach wall leading to the Canterlot Docks. He'd been getting cozy and jokey. Then he'd been ushered urgently to a skyscraper of a hotel and into an elevator. And all of this with the most impossibly gorgeous woman he'd ever met. Her pseudonym was Heart Song, and he'd known her for only a couple of hours. She was all over him.

It had never been like this; his past hookups, he'd always been the initiator, he'd always fight against his own anxiety to make the moves, and he'd always taken charge, but this was different.

She wanted him. He'd never felt so damn wanted in his life. Her back was to him, and her glorious ass had him pinned against the elevator railing. She was standing on her toes to lightly nibble at his chin, stroking his stubble. His hands were sliding up and down her stomach. She pecked gently at the corner of his mouth. How long had they been going up? How had his evening gone this good? He was feeling a little dizzy.

"Are you sure you're alright with this? I mean, you barely know me and-" He stammered.

"Are you trying to get away, now?" She growled. Her hair was red as blood. Her eyes a piercing magenta. She turned and pressed her breasts, easily a D cup, against his chest. He could see straight down her off-the-shoulder dress. A yellow abyss. "Are you afraid of me, big boy?" She said, in a low voice. Her hands laced behind his neck. Buck couldn't look away. She smelled sweet and sharp, like ocean spray.

"That's not what I mean, I-" Heart Song pulled him down to purr in his ear.

"Doubts? Now? After coming this far? I don't think so. I see you, Mr. Soulful. I smell you. And you smell like a stallion looking to rut. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you go, now?" She said, nibbling on his earlobe. What was that? Buck thought he saw a bit of green in the corner of his eye. Heart Song hiked a knee up and pressed herself against him. Without thinking, Buck reached down and grabbed a handful of ass. "Mmm...yes. You adore me, don't you?"

"Fffuck yes."

"And you want me. Say it." She growled.

"Yes!" He said, and then his lips were on hers. She squeaked in surprise at that, and at Buck's fingers as his hand slid down her ass and started fondling, reaching. He grabbed her wrist and she moaned in his mouth as he greedily dug his fingers in. A moment of haze.

He blinked and pulled back, almost recoiling. Control yourself, man!

Heart Song looked at him, licking her pillowy lips. A strand of red hair was in her face. He couldn't tell if the look in her eye was thirsty or murderous. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-ahh..." He was cut off by her grabbing his crotch roughly, a sharklike grin on her face.

"No. No apologies. Not tonight. Tonight you will show me what you've been holding back, Mr. Soulful Serenade. All of it." She said. Her crushing grip turned into a light, persistant caress.

"I...can be a lot to handle." Buck said.

"I can feel that." Heart Song said. The elevator dinged. Buck didn't get a good look at the hallway, because Heart Song was walking backward, tugging on the hem of his pants toward what he guessed was her suite. She kept her eyes on him, unlocking the door with her free hand. The door swung open. She went back to fondling his crotch. "Now, Mr. Serenade, how would you like to come ins-" She froze mid-sentence.

Heart Song looked over her shoulder into her suite. She looked back to Buck.

"One moment." She spat. Then she ran inside the threshold and slammed the door in his face.

"Huh?" Buck said.

"No, no NO! This place is a disaster, how could I let it get so bad?" Adagio murmured as she frantically stormed into her apartment. She kicked the stilettos off her aching feet. She started sorting. A pair of pants over a chair arm here, a just-finished cartoon of milk on the kitchen counter, a pillow out of place on the couch. In her recent malaise, she'd somewhat neglected her basic household upkeep, and so she quickly and quietly started putting things in their rightful place while she sorted through her thoughts.

"I'm burning. This isn't right. This isn't how it's supposed to be...!" Adagio muttered. She was combing back the lock of hair that had fallen into her face in the mirror. "I don't...I rarely. I don't sleep with prey, I don't even think about it when I feed, I...they just offer themselves up and I take and I don't need to-I never Need to..." She muttered. She was pouting in the mirror. She had always simply taken what she wanted. Her eyeshadow was a bit off. She touched it up.

"I never, no, I...on some special occasions, when the mood strikes me, I might..." She wiggled in her seat as she adjusted her posture. She felt a wetness between her thighs. She was soaked. "How did this happen? He must have done something. I can't let him see this place out of sorts, he needs to see I'm perfect, so-" So what?

Adagio's mind was speeding dangerously away from the point. She had gotten him to want her. He wanted her as a man wants for the ocean while in the middle of a desert. She was going to drink him. Keep him here and wring the feelings out of him until he was a drooling lobotomite. But this was wrong, she couldn't be like this. Adagio reached down and touched herself gently. A boiling furnace. A deep sea vent. Heat.

She simply wasn't used to this. This wasn't control. Why did he have to taste so damned good? Adagio stood up in front of her mirror. She was thinner than this morning. Was she truly so hungry? No. Not thinner. Trimmer. The sag was gone. There wasn't a single blemish on her light yellow skin. She was perkier. "Ooooh...ohhhh, no." She frowned. She needed him. So badly, she needed him.
Wait.
How long had he been waiting outside her door?

Buck was about to check his phone. It hadn't been that long, really, but Heart Song had slammed the door in his face, and he was starting to worry. For a moment, he felt clarity through the booze and hormones. Holy shit, this hallway was fancy. Heart Song must be rich or something to rent out a room in a place as nice as this. What the hell was going on? He rubbed his eyes and found he was still there, still standing in a ritzy hotel hallway pitching a tent in his pants. It looked kinda familiar. He was just about to knock when he heard Heart Song's voice on the other side.

"Are you still alive out there, Mr. Serenade?" She said.

"Yeah. Still here." Buck tried to sound low and cool. He heard her chuckle on the other side.

"Excellent. Well, as I was saying..." The door slowly pulled inward, revealing a stark naked Heart Song leaning against the threshold. Her hand went from the doorknob to tracing down the side of her incredibly wide hip. Her puffy nipples stood out from her silver dollar areolas. Her thighs were thicker than her waist. She took a slow, wide step and let her thighs spread. A thin stream of clear liquid rolled down her leg. She had the devil's eyes.

"How would you like to come inside?" She said, biting her lip. Buck didn't need to be asked twice. Her arms were back around his neck as he slammed the door behind him. She was biting his lip now. "Go on...I know you want to. Grab it." Buck's hands took two full handfuls of Heart Song's ass. The cheeks wobbled as his hands roamed, squeezing and massaging. She let out a husky moan. "It's always this behind, isn't it? It's what you men gravitate to."

"It's incredible..." Buck muttered, in awe. She was pulling him into the living room. Wasn't it a little hot in here? There was a bit of sweat rolling down his face. She let her tongue loll out of her mouth and licked that bead of sweat straight off his cheek. Buck was shocked at how long it was.

"Aahhhnnnn...mmm...gods, you're delicious." They were against a wall, and she was unbuttoning his plaid shirt. She dragged her nails down the black tank top underneath. "Tell me...what about me do you find delicious? What's your favorite part?" She reached behind her back and pressed his hands into her ass, pressing her sopping crotch against his leg. Oooh, fuck she was wet. "Is it this...?" She grunted, rolling his hands over her ass.

"God...damn..." Buck growled.

"Or this...? Mmmm..." She took his hand between her legs and rolled her hips against it. She was burning up down there. "Or these...?" She took his other hand and made it fondle her breast. It was way more than a handful, like Buck initially thought. His fingers sunk into it and then slid up along it as Heart Song moved his hand, his thumb at the corner of her mouth. "Or these?" She said, nibbling ever so gently on his thumb before taking it into her mouth and suckling on it with a surprising amount of force. She didn't break eye contact with Buck as she did this, her gaze smoldering.

Buck was starting to moan as she pressed a knee to his crotch. Damn, she knew how to multitask! Then he blinked and looked down at her. "Your eyes."

"Hm?" Adagio tilted her head, letting his thumb free with a wet pop. "What was that?"

"Your eyes, Heart Song. Your eyes are like purple whirlpools, threatening to drag me in. I can't look away from them, they're gorgeous."

Adagio full-on blushed at that. The emotion tasted like rich, creamy chocolate. He was doing it again. She couldn't get caught up in his rhythm. She had to stay in control and wait for the right moment to strike. That's right, focus. This is your lair and your prey. Let him think he has the advantage, and break him down piece by piece. Her guest was surely about to launch into a monologue about her beauty, but Adagio cut him short. She turned and pushed him playfully, causing his ass to land on her couch with a poomf.

The couch was a lavish, cushy leather affair. It was wide and long enough to act as a bed on its own. Before he could react, she was on her knees in front of him, between his legs, undoing his belt clasp.

"Oh, oh, wow. Okay. Just..." Soulful Serenade simpered, in a daze. She would get him this time. It had certainly been a while, but her craft had been perfected over centuries. All she needed to do was-Oh. No sooner had she undone the top button did her guests' dick flop out of his jeans and onto her face. It was longer than her face. It was already fully erect, and it has hot. By the gods, she could see his heartbeat.

"Ohh..." She cooed. Her eyes trailed down the thick, pulsing present that she'd just unwrapped.

"I told you, I-fuck!" Her guest started to protest, but Adagio grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed.

"No."

"What?"

"No. Tonight, this is mine." She gave him a look that showed this was a demand more than a statement. Her small hand had a hard time fitting around his cock. She gave it a few experimental pumps. The head was the color of plum. He hummed contentedly as her other hand began tracing along its length. "How you manage to keep this hidden in there, I'll never know..." She said.

"You don't have to flatter me, it's not that big." He muttered. It was something like eight and a half inches. She rolled her eyes and traced her tongue down the shaft, torturously slow. She pumped him slowly and licked his heavy balls. She took a deep breath of his musk. She tasted that heat of his. It left a heady, sweet, and spicy taste on her tongue. She suckled on his balls gently, still pumping and squeezing him. His protestations were gone. He was simply watching her work now, in awe. She giggled around his sack, collected some spit in her mouth, and then slid her tongue back up the length of his cock, tracing around the head. He moaned and reflexively grabbed a handful of his undershirt.

"Fuuuck..." He liked it slow and sloppy, she could tell. Easy. She drooled down his cock, spreading the spit with her pumping, fondling hand. She peeled back his foreskin and tickled the underside of his cock head with her tongue. His moans rose in pitch. A weakness! She licked under his cock head more insistently, then suckled it, her lip catching underneath it. "Holy fuck, you're a pro..." She knew he could feel her chuckling reverberating through his cock.

She sucked harder, drooling more over it. It was girthy, barely fit in her mouth, but she couldn't let him know that. She simply cooed softly around his cock and kept sucking, establishing a rhythm of her own. She stroked his lubricated length as she lavished his cock head with affection. Her breasts lay heavily in his lap. His eyes blinkered briefly with green light. Wonder, shock, relief. Rising tension. And that heat. It was ambrosia to her.

She pulled back a bit, sliding her tongue up his frenulum in a come hither motion. He gasped. She flicked it rapidly with the tip of her tongue. He moaned. Why hadn't he come yet? She stroked him harder, assaulting his frenulum with her tongue, a determined shine in her eye, but for all his moaning and bucking, she could tell he wasn't close. She suckled on his tip, rolled her head around for a moment, then slowly pulled her lips away from it with a wet pop. He was near breathless. "Heart Song...holy shit..."

"Hush. I'll need your help for this next part." She purred, her index finger tracing up his wet length. She spit on his cock head and started pumping it slowly again.

"Oh, okay...alright." He said.

"Give me your hand." She said, and not bothering to wait for him, took it. She raised his big meaty paw and gently, sweetly kissed his palm. Where had that come from? Then she placed his hand on the top of her forehead. "I need you to help me get down there, handsome." She said, eyes half-lidded.

"Huh? But-"

"Shhh...don't worry about me. I just need you to take a little control, grab a handful of my hair, and Fuck. My. Face." She dropped those words into his lap, and then went down again, drooling and tracing her pillowy lips up his length. Then, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her long tongue with a sweet sigh, letting his cock sit on it. Her breath was hot and hazy. She wiped her hands on his pant legs and rested them gently on his thighs.

"Ahhn~" She looked up at him, prideful and pleading. Buck couldn't resist. He took his free hand and hooked a thumb into the corner of her mouth, spreading her lips even wider. He gave a slow, experimental pump of his hips and Adagio could see the bemused shock in his eyes as he realized she wouldn't gag. And there it was again. The sharp heat in his eyes, like a fireplace poker. Adagio quivered. She lightly licked the underside of his cock, defiance in her eyes. A dare. He didn't need to be told twice.

He started to thrust, lightly at first, gently, but then more insistent, his hand catching a snarl of her silky, curly hair. He pulled her toward him and she rolled her tongue and moaned around his cock. She stroked and squeezed his thighs as he thrust upward and forward into her throat. Her eyes watered slightly, but she would not gag. She had learned to suppress that particular reflex centuries ago.

His thrusts were getting greedier, more forceful. His tender moans were turning into low, groaning grunts as he violated her throat. Easy. He was easy. What had she been worried about?

She paused for a moment, pulled back to suck him hard but he wasn't having it. He yanked her forward on his dick, rolling his hips faster. He tasted like liberation. An embarrassed king finally given his bounty. A bitter streak of trauma crossed Adagio's tongue.

Was it guilt? What did he have to be guilty of? She looked up to him, her eyes watering. His was a look of concentration. He was biting his lip. Why did he look so calm? This would not do.

Adagio tapped quickly at his thigh. She still needed oxygen to breathe. He let her go, and as she dragged her lips off his now properly glazed cock, rivulets of saliva running from it to her lips, she gasped in a deep breath. It was not the labored breathing of an unpracticed whore, it was the steady, counted breath that she had always used to catch and calm her nerves.

"Are you alright?" He panted down at her. She was noticing a pattern. He was nice. Too nice. He was far too careful and considerate with her. He was slowing things down. She glared up at him hatefully and he blinked in clear confusion. Adagio Dazzle would not be patronized. She threw his knees open, then in one motion, she took his entire length into her mouth, glaring up at him all the while. Her hands reached under his thighs to squeeze his ass, and she rolled her head while her nose pressed against his stomach. Spittle was pooling in his lap as she took all of him. He threw his head back and swore, his knees shaking. "Fuuuck, FUCK!"

Adagio was just getting started. She bobbed her head up and down, rattling his cock in her throat, kneading his ass. She moaned around him, felt him quiver. No room for shame or consideration. She was furious with him, but his feelings tasted so fucking good, like rich, milky chocolate and hot spice. She milked his cock furiously, breasts bouncing, her chin slapping against his balls.

His face was screwed into a look of pure bliss, his fist in her hair dragging her in over and over. He moaned. He bucked his hips. He wasn't cumming. Why wasn't he cumming? Adagio felt a twinge of panic unsettle her spine. He was tensing and pulsing and groaning, but she could taste him, he still wasn't close. This was unthinkable. She wrenched his hand out of her hair and pulled off him, slowly torturously, then glared at his stupid, fat cock as it twitched in front of her.

Buck looked down at Heart Song dumbly. That was the best fucking blowjob he had ever gotten. He was harder than he'd been in years. She was amazing. She slapped his cock. "Oh man, I-Ow! Why!?" She was pissed. Had he done something wrong? She caught his dick in a vice grip and those purple whirlpools of hers called him to the abyss.

"Why? Why haven't you come yet!?" She spat, wiping her mouth with a forearm. She was standing up now, leaning forward, her big breasts hanging. She was up in his face.

"Oh, uh, hahh...okay, listen. That was incredible. You're incredible! I just-"

"What. You just What, exactly!?" She growled.

"I just take a while, alright!?"

"Excuse me?" She squeezed the base of his cock. Her grip strength was terrifying.

"T-T-T-Training! I trained! I, uh, I'm a people pleaser, you know? I just last a while, so you can enjoy yourself!" He squeaked. If Buck's face could get any redder, it would. Time seemed to have stopped as he looked up at Heart Song. Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape. And then, it closed. Then, it spread across her face, a smile so viciously sharp, Buck instinctually shuddered.

"Pffft-heheheheheee!" Heart Song let go of his cock and put a hand over her face, and laughed. It was less of a laugh, really, more of a gleeful, impish giggle that made her tits wobble and shake. "I was right about you." She said, smirking.

Then, she straddled Buck on the couch, her glorious ass pooling in his lap. Her hot, sopping wet pussy was against his cock. It winked against him-a small, tender kiss. A steadying hand on the back of the couch, behind his head. Her forehead was against his now. All he could see in his periphery was her locks of red, curly hair. All he could see in front of him was the hunger in her eyes.

"You are a stallion looking to Rut." She said. She grinned evilly as she shifted her weight in his lap, grinding against him. "A trained stallion. A Buck." She lifted her hips, reached down, and lined him up with her drooling cunt. She was burning up down there, he could feel it.

"W-Well, actually, friends do call me-"

"Shut up." She slammed her hips down and took all of him inside in one brutal drop.

Oh no. No, no, no, no. This couldn't be right. Adagio was silently panicking. She saw stars and she shuddered, briefly. His dick felt so much thicker inside her. She had stuffed his entire cock inside her in an instant, and this was a mistake. She could feel every vein on his cock with every fold of her cunt. His length was more than she thought. Their pelvises were touching. He fit her just right.

Just right.

His cock was perfect for her, and in that instant, when they connected, she felt a rush of oxytocin and dopamine flood her brain. Her vicious grin went dopey for a fraction of a second. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate.

"Ooooohhhh...." She cooed. She adjusted her hips just slightly, felt a tingle in her spine. His lips brushed hers. He kissed her. It was so light and sweet, it was shocking. Her knees shook. She had come. Just a tiny, little bit, but she had definitely come just now. From a kiss.

His hand reached down and sunk into her ass cheek. Adagio blinked. He was looking at her now. A wave of that chocolatey emotion crashed over her. It was minty. He was still being tender with her. He was still underestimating her.

She rolled her hips sharply, and he gasped. She reached back and placed a steadying hand on the couch cushion beneath them, between his legs. Her other hand was holding on to the back of his neck. She bucked her hips. Hard. She didn't bother with the lead-up.

She was going to conquer this man. Her ass rolled furiously against his thighs and she dug her knees into the couch and she rutted him. Her hips were like a wrecking ball, and soon the suite was filled with rhythmic, wet slapping sounds. She moaned. She pressed her breasts into his face, and he in turn fondled her ass and ran his tongue along her teat, searching for a nipple to suck. The heat was blazing in her stomach, near overwhelming in its intensity. She listened to that fire. She squeezed around his cock and slammed her hips into him, faster and faster.

"You are going to come inside me..." She snarled. Her guest looked up to her from where his face was being held captive in her rack.

"Whuh?"

"You are going to come inside me!" She demanded it.

"But what if-"

"You can't. It's safe."

"But-"

"You! Are going! To COME INSIDE ME!" She roared, whipping her hair back as she picked up the pace. Her voice was hoarse, breathless. He was holding on to her for dear life. He was pulsing, tensing. She was relentless. She kept milking him, hard and fast, pressing his face into her chest. She was on the edge again. A wave about to crash down. Her knees were shaking.

"Fuck, fuck! Holy fuck!" He was moaning. She was breaking him, finally. A part of her wanted to slow down, but another part, the primal predator of the abyss knew that there was a time to play with your food and a time to savor it. She leaned forward, her ass cheeks wobbled and slapped against his legs, their moans rising together.

This was it! She gritted her teeth, dug her nails into his shoulders, and stared into his eyes. The familiar green haze had come. She had him. She rolled her hips against him harder, faster, trying to throw him over the edge, into the abyss.

She opened her mouth wide, and the green haze blasted into her gullet like a torrent. It was like a fire hose of molten, spicy chocolate. This wasn't the usual mucky lust she drank from her prey.
Something was wrong.

Her knees buckled as she rolled her hips. Her thighs quivered. She could taste him falling in love with her.

Her dorsal fins unfurled, they were gossamer and delicate and they fluttered as she shuddered on top of him. She felt ears springing from the top of her head. He was coming, she knew it. He was flooding her with his burning love.

But then She came instead, screaming. A roar from the deep. A tsunami. Everything was crashing in on her. It was violent, her hips spasming and slapping desperately against his. His passion surged into her mouth, his raw yearning filling her.

She was choking on it. It was too much--how could there be so much!? She kept coming, the waves of pleasure were battering her, capsizing her. She screamed. She sank.

Buck felt like he was dying. Or dreaming, he couldn't tell which. Heart Song was riding him for all he was worth, and he had started to bounce along with her frantic rhythm, savoring every vicious stroke of her hips. He thought he was blacking out, but the immense pleasure he was feeling kept him in the moment. He couldn't see. He wasn't sure where he was anymore, except trapped in the feeling of her. All over him, all around him. It was like being devoured.

Then she screamed, a banshee wail, the like to shatter glass. And she spasmed and her thrashing, wet cunt crushed him and milked him and she dug her nails into him. She was cumming so fucking hard!

And then she was off him. Buck blinked. He hadn't cum yet. Heart Song was laying next to where he was sitting on the couch, mewling, shaking. There was a pool of sweat and other fluids on his lap and on the cushion underneath. He was still hard as steel. Her gorgeous, glorious ass was facing him. She was panting. He couldn't see her face. He hadn't cum yet.

This wouldn't do, he thought. It was distant, that thought, somewhere in a cage in the back of his head. A dark voice that rumbled like thunder over the ocean. He hadn't cum yet. Her ass moved with every heaving breath she took. Her cunt was glistening, dripping. He wasn't thinking of much, really. His brain was full of fuck.
And He Hadn't Fucking Cum Yet.

Adagio was caught in a rapturous, trembling afterglow. Figuring out exactly what had just happened could wait. Talking could wait. Pride could wait. She was in an ocean of heat and sensitivity. Her tender nerves seemed to sizzle as she adjusted herself, slightly. "Oooohhh...ooookay..." She mumbled, her inner thighs soaked and hot. And then she felt his hand grab her ass, firmly. "Ah...?" She looked over her shoulder, but all she could see was her own hair.

That firm, strong hand traced the curve of her ass and settled onto her waist, holding her still. "Hm?" Adagio was dazed. She had forgotten herself. But as she felt his still hard cock slap her other ass cheek, she remembered where she was. "Whuh-wait, wait!" She was panicking, out loud now. She looked ahead of her, stretched forward, reached out.

"You runnin' away from me?" That vice at her waist pulled her back. She could feel his cock sandwiched between her cheeks. She heard him growl. It was different than before. Low. Like an alligator drifting toward her in the water. "You said it, and you meant it. I know you meant it. You told me to cum inside you." His words dripped with intention.

The chocolate taste of his emotion was different. It was like thick sea salt. Hot. His finger traced a firm line down along her spine. She yelped as his hand connected hard with her ass again. "Wait..." She mumbled. She reached out, pulled a pillow to her, almost scrambling. She hugged it to her chin. She arched her back.
"Please...Fuck me." She squeaked.
"No."
*SLAP*
"I'm going to Breed You!"

And then he was inside her, all at once. He didn't waste any time. She squealed and shuddered around his cock, and he slammed it into her, her prodigious ass cheeks rolling and wobbling under his assault. It was a burning paradise inside her. She was fucking perfect. He let himself go. At first, he gave her short, brutal strokes, holding her waist as she bit the pillow, but then he fell over her, his hands on either side of her head. He got into the prone bone position and started slowly, roughly scraping his cock inside her, pushing up against her cervix, and grunting over her. He was coated in sweat. He didn't care how long it took.
He was going to use her perfect fucking pussy to get off, and he was going to get off, Hard.

Adagio was falling apart. First she was biting the pillow to hold back her squeals, but that only seemed to egg him on, and he started grinding his cock against her walls. She felt the edge of his tip press insistently against her cervix as he ground deep inside her. A light touch from a heavy blow.

He was an animal! She could hear him huffing like a bull over her shoulder. And he felt so fucking good! His cock was like a battering ram, trying to knock her walls down, and it was working. Adagio's whimpered into the pillow she was biting.
He couldn't be allowed to know how he was making her feel. He was spoiling her.

Down below, she was flooding around him, making wet squelching noises as he worked her over. "Listen to you down there...! He grunted. "That's that good pussy sound!" He had been hammering her for some time, but when he started grinding against her, her legs in turn started to quiver. She was already on the edge again. She could feel sweat pooling where his body touched hers.

"C'mere!" He growled under his breath, and suddenly he was pressing into her back. His arm came around under her chin, the hand of that arm grabbed her shoulder. She felt his other hand grab a fistful of her hair near her scalp. He had her in a chokehold. He was taking in the scent of her hair in deep breaths. She felt his cock pull back. His hips were lifting.

"Ah...huh?" Adagio panted. His hips dropped. His cock slammed down into her pussy like a guillotine. It shook her whole body. She felt that ramming rod slam into her, hilting all the way. She squeaked at first, but as he continued this brutal assault, her squeaks became squeals, then yelps, then screams.

He was relentless! She had never been pounded so hard in her entire long life. Her eyes were watering again, her teeth were gritted, her face flushed. She could feel his cock tensing again, getting harder--how could it get any harder!? He was speeding up. Her wobbling ass barely cushioned his assault. His grunts turned to desperate barks. He was cumming. So was Adagio. She reached up, squeezed the bicep around her neck.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease" she moaned. "Please come inside me...!" He yanked on her hair. His hips slammed into her with the finality of a crashing train. He roared.

His cock spasmed and flooded her with wet warmth. Adagio closed her eyes and let loose a low, shuddering wail. "Ooohhhahhhh....!" Her whole body quaked. She came again.

Buck kept coming. His breathing was heavy and wet and labored. His cock pulsed desperately inside her as he unloaded. Adagio smirked through the haze. She rolled her hips upward, against him, grinding him against her inner walls.

"Mmmm~!" He spurted again, and again, grunting softly while Adagio milked him. His grunts became moans and then whimpers, every spurt coming with a weakening thrust.

He was spent. He kept twitching inside her as he slid over to the side, against the wall of the couch. His grip on her neck loosened until his beefy arm was nothing but a pillow for her. Adagio reached over and pulled her red tresses up and away from his face. His hot breath was on the back of her head.

She pulled his other arm around her, draped it over her waist. He was warm. She was floating in a pool of cooling satisfaction. It was a soft summery sweetness, like a pitcher of tea. Her guest, Soulful Serenade tried to pull out, gently. He was still pulsing hard and trying to catch his breath.

"Noooonononono. You stay there...just...let's just stay like this." She hissed, pressing her ass against his lap. He was mumbling something.

"You...you're amazing." He said in between light kisses on the back of her head. His big, strong hand took hers, squeezing it gently.

"I know." She said.

There would be talk, tomorrow. Questions. She would have to decide what to do with him.

But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, there were no regrets.

Tonight was nothing more than what Adagio deserved.

Satisfaction.

Author's Note

Song Review: Like A Virgin is about the fresh, jubilant twitterpation of finding a new love. The music video is kind of barebones, but it shows Madonna frolicking (writhing) in various locations in Venice, carrying a serene smile; this ideal of the "knowing virgin" inviting her love in with opening arms. This chapter shows those feelings from the perspectives of Buck and Adagio, and the immediate fireworks that come with their honest feelings. I thought very hard about having one of those Food Wars moments where a character bites into something tasty and has a pornographic hallucination about it happen to Adagio here, but I decided to save the more extreme imagery for later slam sessions.