God, look at his thighs. Fuck, they are so creamy grey and completely unmarred. Look at his hips, his skirt just practically hangs off them. He's so beautiful…
You're certain he has a voyeurism kink. Why else would he give you these pictures? He's such a prideful thing, you try to think about how he would want to want to pail with you. You already have your hand in your pants, palming your struggling bulge, which is all too happy to wrap tightly around your fingers.
What if he would like riding your bulge. Showing himself off as he pleasured himself and just used your bulge? Or, what if he wanted to fuck your nook? Force you down face-first as he fucked you into oblivion. He was certainly prideful enough… Or maybe he would tell you to eat out his nook and not allow you to touch yourself? He could order you around for the day and you couldn't care because it would be him ordering you around.
You were kind of needily grinding into your hand now, whimpering as your bulge thrashes, desperate for something to bury itself in.
Fuck, you were just always so needy, weren't you?
Your nook was already dripping, you could just feel it. You're such a pitiful creature, weren't you? You were whining a bit to yourself, your breath getting a little heavy.
Maybe he would fuck you in his March outfit. His hair in cute little pigtails as he fucks you into the nearest hard surface. Maybe he would get so cute and violet and mark you by chomping on your collarbones. Maybe he would just use you as a fuck toy for a whole day. Screw you again and again until he's satisfied. Or he could stuff you with vibrators and wait for you to just explode all over.
Fuck.
You're struggling a bit as you keep stroking your bulge. It's going berserk, wanting something, anything to get more pleasure from. You pant raggedly, then pull your pants down a bit over your hips, giving it some room of it's own. You whimper and struggle with your pants more as you try to spread your legs as wide as you can. Your one hand tries to play with your nook, shove some fingers in it for right now.
What if he told you to ride on his bulge? What if he wanted to see you fuck yourself on his bulge and just take it like a damn bulgeslut.
Your bulge isn't having any of this shit. it squirms against your nook before just burying itself inside, right past your fingers.
You gasp loudly and palm at it with your fingers still inside of yourself, trying to get as much of it in as you could. You mewl out loudly, grinding hard against your hand, fuck, if anyone knew about this they would call you a whore. You can't even get anyone to really fuck you, so you have to do it yourself.
You pant hard as your bulge thrashes deep inside of yourself. You whimper loudly and just beg out his name. You bite your lip, not wanting anyone around your hive to hear. Then again, fuck them.
You open your mouth and can't shut up as you fuck yourself on your bulge, "E-Eridan! O-Oh, mmm, fuck, yes, right there, please! Pleasepleaseplease, I need it, oh my god!"
You try to force your fingers in more, your hips shaking violently as you fuck yourself into oblivion. Your chest kind of heaves as you slam your bulge deeper into your nook. You move to a doggystyle position and keep begging for your nook to be fucked rougher. You scream out Eridan's name as you hit your g-spot, struggling as you used your hand to ride your own bulge.
It's the weirdest sensation ever as you just finish in yourself, but you don't even have time to contemplate it as you kind of collapse, panting harshly in a little pile of your own genetic material.
You can't even react to the sound of your door opening or the shy little squeak afterwards. You're just dead-tired. Heh, dead jokes.