Scourge's head disappeared between those spread blue thighs. At the same time his bare palms paced from knee to hip to both soothe him and keep him spread for what he was certain the other would recoil at; a tongue prodding his ass.
"S-Scourge!" Sonic gasped and tried to crawl backwards. He wasn't sure if he's ever experienced such raw lust, perhaps even the erotic undertones of the sheer fact it was a villain finally overcoming him intensed the pleasure in his crazed mind. It was all beginning to be a bit much for him to handle. His mind was racing but with incomprehensible thoughts. His body was radiating with heat, sweat, and desire, wanting an end to this torture.
Scourge wouldn't let the other hedgehog get what he wanted. He wanted to drive his poor confused alternate self completely batty with desire before topping it off with an incredible finale. Green tried his damndest not to show his captive that he was just beginning to get a feel for working with a male. Most of his success getting him riled up was from experience getting himself off in solo sessions. Not to say he managed to somehow shove his tongue up his ass like this, but he knew that it was one of his hot spots. He wasn't in the least bit hesitant about shoving his lively pink muscle through that muscle of flesh to test the waters. Tight!
Moving it around to explore his counterpart's limits was difficult so he opted to flex the muscle in an attempt to stimulate his entrance. When Sonic first started backing away he decided to hold his ground. He dug into the flesh of his rival's thighs to hold him firmly where he was. In the same gesture he applied his lips to that puckered hole; pushing his tongue in to its full extent when his lips made contact. Sonic had to nibble on his bottom lip to keep from crying out as tears formed briefly in the corner of his eyes from the strain alone of trying to keep still and endure the raunchy feel of Scourge's maddening tongue. It was impossible; his legs were jerking and squirming, trying hard to escape Scourge's grasp and persistence.
Fortunately, he didn't stay there for long. Scourge slid his tongue out of him, slowly, and made sure to flex the most powerful muscle in his body every step at the way in a last ditch attempt to get a stir out of him. The grip he had on Blue's legs intensified. It would be his only warning before he suddenly flipped the hedgehog under him over. Scourge didn't even wait for Sonic to settle in his newfound position before he started to mount him in a fashion similar to a feral animal. If Sonic had any doubt whether he was getting off on this or not he didn't feel his captor's moist cock lazily dragging across the back of his right leg as he positioned himself.
Sonic's quills were something to take into consideration from this view point but they rose only a little ways from being startled before laying down once more. It would have been difficult to have taken Sonic in this position before if not for the uncharacteristic show of submission that kept his spines at bay.
It was then it dawned on Sonic what Scourge's final move may be, at least assured he had a moistened lubed hole this time, and more time was dealt getting him stretched and prepared. Sonic wasn't really considering these things though. He couldn't help but think that it was still going to hurt like hell. He knew this was the moment that had forced him to relent to Scourge and there was no objecting to it - as if the green hedgehog would have stopped anyway.
Sonic gripped tightly onto the sheets, his heart racing, feeling it pound in his ears. His aura transformed from something in utter delight into shaking distress. At the feel of the other positioning himself, daunted by the girth that was preparing to fill him, he waited. Overwhelmed by suspense.
That brief moment was short lived, however, once Scourge circled the tail idly with his hand and settled for taking a grip of his rival's hips while his other hand mirrored the action. It all happened so fast, so fluid, that Sonic received virtually no warning when his hips were pulled back into his waiting cock.
Scourge shot forward while pulling blue back to impale him with his entire length without hesitation. Moving forward on his knees so he'd be able to straight on his knees, he started the deed with a series of brutal slaps. His eyes closed immediately, a quick breath taken, so he could concentrate on maintaining his breakneck rhythm. His eagerness was apparent; he didn't even wait for the tip of his cock to swell to ensure he wouldn't pull out accidentally.
More tearing fabric couldn't quite hold up underneath the onslaught of Sonic's nails. Scourge's actions were happening so fast, there was almost a delayed feeling that accompanied the initial thrust before Sonic started to abuse the sheets all over again. He wouldn't have felt any pain if Scourge had learned to take things slowly but the sudden forced expansion of his inside walls had caused previous tears to rip all over again.
Sonic screamed but not just in agony. It didn't hurt as bad as the last time and the sensation aroused an exotic sort of pleasure that had him wondering just how twisted he could be.
He bucked his hips, not just to meet the powerful thrust Scourge was executing in his backside, but also to put more friction against his own pulsating rod. He was sweating, panting, mewling like mad. If he could have taken a time out to look at himself, he would have been utterly ashamed at the state he was reduced to.
"Fuck.." Sonic cursed among other words under his breath, pushed out as Scourge stabbed in, a swelling of familiar sounds soon beginning to ignite the musky hot air.
Scourge didn't feel too guilty about tearing him open again this time. He didn't feel much of anything except those silky pulsating walls flexing around his throbbing cock. His senses were overpowered by the immense amount of pleasure he took in pounding away at the hedgehog beneath him. The scent of sex mixing with faint traces of blood and cum barely registered when he took in air using both his mouth and nose.
With his eyes closed, he couldn't see the blue hedgehog clawing away at yet another set of his fine linens. Might make him consider stripping the bed completely when he finally took notice. The only sense not impaired was touch, thankfully, and Scourge wasn't done touching his counterpart just yet. After falling into a steady rotation that caused the sensual sound of moist fur covered flesh to fill the air with every thrust his left hand disappeared beneath Sonic.
Another moan caught in Blue's throat, the only sign of gratification he offered the second Scourge's hand took hold of his dripping cock. Hard and firm in his hand, soon Scourge would realize he wasn't doing all the work this time. Even with his member left unneglected, his hips kept jerking back, taking a sick enjoyment at the thick mass and texture of what ravished him without mercy.
Blood would have tainted the other's shaft already, a very light coating, similar to before. But Sonic didn't seem to be complaining as much as he was basking in it.
The bed was rocking, he could feel it as much of himself being jerked around by the male on top. He was surprised he wasn't being scooted off but held his position, meeting Scourge's humps, only missing a time or two when it became particularly too much. Like when he brushed against that certain something inside him. He'd falter, freeze up, and his inner walls would tighten to an unimaginable degree before he was able to get himself to relax again.
Things were going a lot better this time around despite having an awkward start. The light coating of blood allowed Scourge to slide in that narrow tunnel with minor resistance. Nothing that a little force couldn't get him through. More had to be applied when Sonic tightened himself out of reflex. It was hardly enough to deter him from keeping up his erratic pace. In fact he took it as a challenge to reconnect with the spot that his finger couldn't reach before.
Sonic would feel his inner thigh brushing against his outer so his other leg took a wider stance. He knew where it was this time. The hand stroking his cock helped to guide Sonic's hips so he could slam into that tender spot inside of him straight on. One hit after another with gradually growing intensity. His other hand couldn't stay anchored on his hip any longer. It slid down his blue furred thigh to reach the bedspread. Scourge leaned down until his chest laid on the prickly back on the hedgehog under him directly, meshing their bodies together in a mixture of green and blue.
He held himself up on his knees and the hand that ultimately found its way close to Sonic's matching hand. He laced his fingers in the other's, his fingers resting in the gaps between Sonic's, and began to curl from the sensation rocking his body. Scourge was rapidly reaching his limit, but he wasn't going to cum first.
Sonic swallowed thickly, his breathing labored, his body beginning to writhe more than tribute to their horizontal tango. At this point he was falling behind, unable to keep up. Sonic didn't exactly see this as a competition. His mind was too clouded to think of anything, he just did. And he didn't hold back.
At the angle Scourge was tortuously pursuing, it pushed the blue sweating hedgehog over the edge. To say Sonic was exhausted was an understatement. With lack of food, sleep, getting his ass kicked just before all of this, he felt utterly drained of all his energy once he exploded against the sheets.
With one final, weak and raspy yell, his body went rigid and stiff, and his narrow tunnel closed in one final time, constricting the intruding dick inside him painfully hard.
Sonic saw white and his body became completely limp. His vision became blurry and he couldn't make out anything anymore. He was wrapped in a blanket of euphoria and exhaustion lulling him to sleep, knocking him completely out cold.