"Hurry up! Someone's gonna catch us."
"Can't resist me?"
She rolls her eyes as the Black Spirit laughs, dark and cold. His claws are digging into her wrists as he pins them above her head. The back alley is empty but they are still in a busy city. His cloak has most of her covered, but she shivers from both the cold, stone wall she's pressed against and his cold, otherworldly touch.
How did she end up being fucked by a Black Spirit anyway? She can't think because he's suddenly leaning down, teeth grazing her neck. Her head spins and his laugh echos in her skull.
Probably because he's so damn hot. And definitely not because he's in her head.
The Black Spirit presses his knee between her legs, claws moving from her wrists to weave under her clothing. She arcs into him, cursing. His claws dig in, leaving marks across her back, abdomen and hips, before he pulls up her tunic and turns his attention to her breasts. He's rough with her and she groans in pleasure, head tossed back and cheek pressed against the cool stone. She loops her arms around his neck, fists curled around the fabric of his torn cloak. He chuckles and the sound seems to vibrate within her.
There is no doubt in her mind he's using her, that he's evil, but she can't bring herself to care when his teeth tease her nipple.
"Hurry," she hisses again, lifting her leg up to wrap around his long torso.
"So needy," he breathes, twisting one of nipples between his claws. She moans, tugging at his cloak.
"You're the one who started all this."
The Black Spirit's other hand slips under her pants from the back, pushing them down as he squeezes her ass. He is possessive and hungry, as always, but somehow he remains in control. He's always the one that initiates, wanting to feel the dark energy that's building inside of her. His work, he once said. She can't say no and doesn't want to think about why.
She shifts to help him remove her pants, pulling one leg out so they hang haphazardly around her ankle tightened around his waist. He gives a growl of satisfaction and he leans back to look at her. His eyes glow brightly from under his hood, a predator admiring his prey. His claws leave her breast to slip between her legs.
"So wet," he purrs, leaning in to bite her neck. She presses herself into his hand, a low hiss coming from her throat. His claws stroke her slit, teasing her open to just barely touch her clit.
Growing impatient and anxious about getting caught, she reaches down down between them to find his cock. He growls, realizing what she's up to and let's go of her ass to pin her hands above her head.
"Hey now, you've gotten this far listening to me so just be a good girl a bit longer," his voice is dark and deep; she shudders at the sound, goosebumps rising as she gives her hips jerk forward. He rewards her by rubbing her clit before carefully dipping a finger inside of her. He works on stretching her to accommodate him, thumb drawing circles around her clit. She whines, foot digging into his back as she tries to keep her balance with the other foot on the ground.
She can feel his cock against her leg as it comes out of his slit and she rubs her thigh against it to coax it to fullness. He gives a guttural sound of pleasure and it makes heat pool in her lower stomach. She knows he's dangerous but maybe that's what makes this so satisfying. They need each other.
The Black Spirit hooks her other leg around his waist and she looks down at his erection pressed between them with hooded eyes. She licks her lips.
"Are you gonna get to it yet or…" her voice is quieter — desperate instead of irritated.
He laughs again, deep in his chest, "Perhaps making you so strong so fast has made you too impatient."
"Look at how hard you are. I could walk away and leave you like this if I wanted."
"But you won't," he taunts, a hand cupping her breast as he leans down to lick her nipple.
She shifts her hips, rubbing her cunt up the length of his erection. It throbs at the touch and he lets out a hiss, biting her nipple. He lets go of her hands that he had pinned above her so he can grab her ass, pulling her up.
"Fine, fine," he teases with a toothy smirk. She reaches down between them to help line him up with her entrance and, without so much as a warning, he gives a sharp thrust into her. She moans sharply as he fills her to the brim, stretching her even after his own preparations. She's always surprised at how big every part of him is, especially when she remembers how he first looked.
He lets out a throaty grunt as she clenches around his cock and presses his face against her neck. He's cold and hot all at once and she clings to him desperately as he starts to move. She nearly forgets they're in a back alley as he thrusts into her, making her see stars. She can feel his power and it's intoxicating, making her dizzy.
He can feel it too and his collected demeanor starts to slip as his thrusts become erratic. He's growling like an animal in heat, holding her tightly and his aura glows brighter. They never last too long when they're going at it like this because their mingling energy is just too much. He digs his claws into her hips, helping her meet his thrusts. They muffle their own moans against each other and she can feel him throbbing inside of her.
"Cum." He says suddenly, voice husky.
She doesn't know how he does it but the command alone makes her orgasm like a spell. She curses as she shudders and she can hear him laugh. He follows as she tightens around him, milking him. He bites into her neck to mute his rough groans.
He holds her tightly as they both catch their breath. Once her legs stop quivering he unwinds himself from her setting her back on the ground. He says nothing and before she can even comprehend, he's gone.
She blinks at the place he was and then feels the hot mess of too-thick-to-be-human cum drip down her legs.
"You're just gonna leave me like this?" She curses.
The only reply is his laugh in the back her head and then his smooth voice, "Better hurry, I think someone is coming."