Devils

Meanwhile in Anti-Mobius, or Moebius, it's late in the evening and the full moon is shining as well. Scourge the Hedgehog, also known as Anti-Sonic, is done with his kingdom duties for the day; inside his palace, he's getting prepared for the night—the night he will always remember with his newly-found queen, Rosy the Rascal, also called Anti-Amy in their dimension.

Scourge is wearing nothing but his tight black briefs, charcoal-black wife-beaters with a little torn hole on the side, and black socks. He walks into his dark-themed royal bedroom where he and his carnation-pink mate, Rosy sleeps. There on his canopied bed, lays his about-to-be queen, attempting to get some sleep; she's wearing a transparent black lingerie with a matching lacey black bra and thong with thin white lace-linings and a pair of knee-high ebony stockings.

Seeing Rosy in bed in a very dark, revealing and sexy getup really turns Scourge on, especially when her tiny panties are showing to him. He lets out a seductive smirk while sneaking into his closet, quietly. The emerald mate starts to rummage through his things; inside his closet are all the BDSM related items, from certain clothing to whips and riding crops—all leathered ebony. Scourge finds two pairs of handcuffs and a finger vibrator, perfect for his sexy evening.

"I hope you're ready for this, Rose," he silently said to himself. After getting the supplies he needed, Scourge walks up to the bed, meticulous enough to not to wake up Rosy. He then hides the handcuffs at the very end of the bed and applies the vibrator on his middle finger.

Very languidly, he climbs up and flips his mate on her back. Rosy let out a soft moan as she flutters her eyes open. Above her, she can see Scourge, her soon-to-be king, with an evil but sexy facial expression. Without warning her, he straddles himself on her pelvic region. She was about to ask him what he's doing, but the lethargy is preventing her from doing so.

"Scourge—?" she gets cut off when he sets his finger on her lips. Scourge then brings his face close to hers.

"You're looking so sexy tonight, baby," he cooed to her as he brushes her cheek with the back of his hand, "tonight, it's just you and me—and I'm going to give you the night to remember." He chuckled maliciously.

Rosy lets out a blush when Scourge immediately brings his lips to hers and right away, he passionately kisses her. Just like the angelic couple back in Mobius—Scourge, too, has been wanting to take her virginity from the start. Of course, Rosy isn't ready yet. But now the wait is over and instead of a gentle move, the lustful king has a different style—he likes the love-making really rough.

After approximately 30 seconds of making out, Scourge forcibly shoves his tongue into her mouth, swerving it around the interior of her orifice in a very manipulative speed. He begins to moan loudly in elation while Rosy is moaning in fear; she notices how rough her mate is becoming. She wanted to push him off and stop him, but unfortunately, Scourge is too strong for her; he quickly pins her wrists down on the bedsheets, making sure she doesn't escape from his hold.

Then, his moans have turn into loud, rhythmic grunts as he raises it up by humping her groin really hard. He can already feel his hard member getting excited in his briefs. Although, Scourge can hear Rosy whimpering, like she wanted him to stop, and he didn't comply her—he wants to dominate her without listening to her needs.

Finally, after about two minutes of the rough tongue-kissing, the anti-male pulls off with large strings of saliva breaking off and some running down from their mouths. On impulse, Scourge grasps onto his mate, picks her up on her knees, and sits her down on his groin as he kneels down. He sets his muzzle onto her chest and purrs against her skin. His hands are touching her soft butt and thighs.

He looks up to her, "You're going to like this, baby, one way or the other," he tells her with an evil smirk and a chuckle, "and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Rosy responded by letting out whines.

"Scourge, please," she meekly begs him; ironically, she's more strong and tough than her opposing form, "I—I don't want to do this."

The king ignores her demands and goes on to pleasuring her. Scourge unties the strings of Rosy's lingerie with his teeth and yanks it off her. All she's wearing now is her matching lacey black bra and thong; seeing her sexy and slim body perfectly without the transparent lingerie makes him want her more.

Immediately, Scourge takes off his wife-beaters, revealing his more athletic-fit upper body, and tosses it on the floor. Then, he quickly takes his hands behind Rosy's back to unclasp her bra and then pull it off her. He takes it and throws it aside.

He gazes at her bare B-cupped breasts as the innocent and vulnerable anti-female is gasping in fear and shyness, "Mmm," he said while playing with her nipples, "they look so yummy." Scourge instantly puts his mouth to one of them and starts sucking and nibbling on each side every five seconds or so.

Rosy let out a shriek at the sensitivity, "Stop it! Scourge!"

"Shut up, baby," he responded in a lustful, quiet tone, "Just relax and let me do all the work. After all, I'm the dominating one here." Scourge lets out another chuckle and resumes playing with her breasts—hard.

For the next couple of minutes, Rosy has been wincing and breathing heavily at the king's actions while at the same time, gripping onto his shoulders. Afterwards, Scourge is done teasing her breasts, and then turns her over, so that she's facing away, and sitting onto his groin. She can feel that hard, excited bulge underneath herself.

Without warning, Scourge turns on the finger vibrator and quickly inserts it into her tiny panties by the front. Rosy lets out another shriek when the small device is stuck inside her womanhood.

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" Scourge teases her by penetrating the vibrator in and out, causing her to tremble and getting more wet down there, whilst he grabs her breasts some more. He sets his muzzle on her neck, sniffing her pheromone-like scent; she smells like a mixture of vanilla and cocoa, which turns him on. He even rubs himself onto her butt to increase his own pleasure.

"Mmh," Rosy responded with a struggle. She tries her best to fight off Scourge's manipulation until about several minutes later, she now realizes that she cannot resist anymore. The anti-female finally relaxes herself as she allows her evil-lover to persist his actions. Although, she's still feeling fatigue, so she rests her eyes for a short period of time.

Scourge also came to realization that his future-queen is finally able to cease her struggling, "That's my girl. I knew you cannot fight off the urge." he said while he gentle strokes his tongue onto her cheek.

Minutes of stimulation passed by and the anti-male figured that it's time now. He shuts off the vibrator, takes it out of Rosy, and then removes the device off his finger. She opens her eyes as soon as she felt the vibrator gone, and then looks up to her mate. Scourge grabs onto her chin and kisses her some more while pulling her closer.

During the hot, steamy make-out session, Rosy is completely oblivious and is too distracted to notice that Scourge was reaching for the handcuffs. Then out of nowhere, the anti-male roughly pins her back down flat on the bed, laying her head on the pillows and her wrists above her.

They immediately broke off the kiss and Rosy is shocked to see this.

"Scourgey," she stammered, "What are you—" she gets cut off once again when Scourge slips his tongue back into her mouth to silence her. She moaned something in his orifice, but it's too incoherent and inaudible.

Scourge picks his head up with the handcuffs still in his hands. One by one, he cuffs Rosy's wrist to one end and cuffs the other end to the bedpost of the canopy. He does the same to the other with the second pair. Now, the anti-female is all helpless and vulnerable—just the way the king likes it.

Rosy can feel her heart pounding heavily and herself gasping in fear on what her mate is about to do next. She watches him take off his briefs and throws the article of clothing to the floor.

"Scourge—" she said nervously as she sees his large, erected member and blushes in embarrassment.

Scourge chuckles malevolently while he gets back on top of her in a missionary position. He gazes at her innocent eyes,

"Now it's time, Rose. And there's no way for you to escape from my domination."

Finally, he take off her thong and tosses it to the rest of their clothing. Now, the two anti-hedgehogs are naked and all they're wearing are their black socks.

Scourge takes his member and in a highly rough manner—he inserts it into Rosy's womanhood. She starts to scream out a very painful scream when she notices how excruciating it feels; she begins to cry out tears of agony—and blood is running from between her legs. Scourge has officially taken her virginity.

"AHH! God! It's hurts so much!" she cried to him.

"You damn right it hurts!" he responds to her as he penetrates her really hard from the start. "But doesn't it feel so good, baby?"

"No! It really hurts! I—I don't think—AAAHH!"

"It's okay, baby!" Scourge grunts loudly as he goes faster, "The pain will go away soon! Just relax and let your master do the work! AH!"

And so he did; he continues to pick up the pace as hard as he could while she continues to agonizingly cry. The force is causing the handcuffs to hurt Rosy's wrists. Scourge brings his muzzle to her neck and starts to nuzzle and bite her sensitive spot, making her wince more.

Rosy lets out a moan. About 15 minutes later, the anti-female is able to cease her screaming and crying, even though tears are still running down from her eyes. She can already feel that the pain has faded away—then closes her eyes to rest.

"Scourgey—" Rosy whimpers his pet-name again. Scourge answers by giving her a large love-bite on her shoulder blade. "Ah!"

He picks his head up to gaze at her, "Baby, you know I don't like to be called that." The king laughs his evil laugh quietly, "You know what happens if someone calls me that name."

"Huh?" she squeaks in confusion. Right away, he increases his speed all the way to his maximum and goes even deeper, making it really excruciating for her to handle. She tightly closes her eyes.

Even though she's pretty tough, Rosy is trying her best to hold the pain in, but alas, it seems that it's too much for her. Again, she cries out more tears of pain. Scourge is pretty sadistic himself and he loves to dominate her—seeing her pained expression makes him want her more. However, Rosy can already feel herself—getting close.

Scourge grabs hold onto both of her soft thighs and he notices how shaking they are—which is a sign. He, too, can feel himself getting close. She continues to shriek as he kept going and going... and going.

He snarls, "AHH! I'm getting there!"

"Scourge, stop! Please!" Rosy begged and Scourge didn't comply. "Scourge! I'm about to—"

"It's okay, baby! It's normal! Just let it out!" he persists without even a rest.

Scourge is growling in ecstasy and grunting loudly in rhythm, while Rosy is screaming and crying for numerous minutes until…

"AHHHHHH!"

The anti-couple finally scream out as they both reach their climax. Scourge's fluids happen to fill Rosy up while hers moist all over his member.

Seconds after letting it all out, Scourge collapses on top of Rosy, hearing her breathing and whimpering while she's still cuffed to the bedposts. Then, he gets himself out of her and on impulse, he picks himself up to reach his muzzle to her ear. Without warning, he bites it,

"Ah!" and Rosy shrieks after feeling a piercing pain on her ear.

He looks at the freshly-made, bloody mark with a malevolent grin on his face, "Now, you're officially mine, Rose." He seductively whispers to her while her bitten ear is twitching.

Afterwards, Scourge gets up to the posts and undo the handcuffs, finally liberating his defenseless mate. Once they're off, he sets them on the bed-stand and lays down right next to Rosy, who now has noticeable red marks on her wrists.

He lays down on his back, wrapping his arms around his queen, "I love you, Rosy the Rascal." He then sucks on her ear to lick off the blood from his territory mark and then resumes glancing at her face to face. "Go on, baby. Say it, my queen."

Rosy gulps and then tries to let out a smile, "I love you too, Scourge." She sets her hands and leans her head on top of his muscular-fit chest. And now, after all this, the lethargic carnation-pink hedgehog can finally get some sleep—with her emerald king.

The evil hedgehogs close their eyes and then doze off into each other's arms.

It's the night the devilish couple can never forget.