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Original Story by GND-KicaCris
Co-written and edited by The Phantom Soldier
"Wreck-it Ralph" © Disney
WARNING!
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS HIGHLY MATURE CONTENTED AND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER 18 YEARS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK; IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ABOUT MATURE SITUATIONS, PLEASE RESUME YOUR READING IN CHAPTER 14.
Chapter 13: Letting loose
With all hands drunk and accounted for, Ralph, carrying Chocolette in his arms much the same way she had carried Vanellope the night before, led the thoroughly soused Sour Racers out of NES central and back into Game Central Station, where with a little extra herding he managed to lead them back into Sugar Rush and all the way back to Black Cola Castle. As they all drunkenly walked towards the castle, Chocolette began to squirm a little in his arms. "Something wrong Sugar Queen?" he asked with a lopsided grin.
Chocolette looked up at him with an annoyed but cute pout and her arms crossed under her bust. "I'm not a princess, Ralph! Put me ~hic~ down!" she protested in a drunken voice while swinging her exposed legs stubbornly.
"Not a chance gorgeous," Ralph teased, making sure she was kept in his arms. He felt light headed and happy, the alcohol having more of an effect on him than he'd ever thought possible. "One more trip like you almost had leaving Bowser's castle and what you're wearing beneath that dress won't be much of a secret."
Behind him, Ralph was dimly aware of the progress the racers were making. Zoet & Zuur were using each other as crutches while Franknerd hung limply over Rocko's shoulders, drunkenly singing some nonsensical song. Razz and Warhead had their arms around each other playing the "I love you, man" game.
"Shut it Frankie," Razz hollered through drunken guffaws while struggling with hers and Warhead's balance. "You gonna give me another headache! Hahahaha!"
"I want your love! I don't want to be friendsssss!" Warhead began to sing and the rest of his friends started to drunkenly sing along with him in between laughs. "You and me could write a Bad Romance! Oh oh oh oh ooooooooh! Hahahahaha!"
Ralph just threw his head back and laughed, the kind of deep bellowing laugh known only by the kind of men who saw everything was right in their world at the most ridiculous of times. The nonsense of Chocolette and her sextet of racers was washing away the night's unpleasantness with the tides of whiskey and the alcoholic fog. He was enjoying himself in a way he never had before and he didn't want it to end. But soon enough he was standing before the doors of Black Cola Castle. Realizing he couldn't knock on the door without putting Chocolette down, he went with the next best thing and kicked the door lightly with his boot three times
A moment later, Bonbon Lola, wearing a light blue nightcap and holding a candelabra, opened the doors for them. Her welcoming smile turned to a concerned frown when she noticed her queen being carried by Ralph and the Sour Racers stumbling around. "Mon Dieu! I was getting so worried! What happened to ze queen?!" She inquired as Chocolette giggled drunkenly while nuzzling Ralph's warm chest.
"Lolaaaaaa," Warhead shouted with a dizzy chuckle. "What's up little sugar-free friend?! You missed the party of the YEAR!"
Chocolette looked down at Lola and reached her arms out to try and give her a hug, her fingers grasping at the empty air. "Hiiiii ~hic~ Looola. I learned the ~hic~ learned the best thing tonight. I learned that I like ~hic~ raising Ralph's flag and ~hic~ other things." The queen let out a round of drunken giggles again as Ralph shook his head, his cheeks turning pink from the queen's drunken innuendo.
"They're ~bwuff~ 'scuse me, fine Lola. Just a lil' tipsy," he said, managing a drunken though apologetic smile to the pink candy.
The pink majordomo sighed and shook her head. "Well, at least you're all safe. A good night's rest will fix zeir 'states'. Come in s'il vous plait," she said, opening the doors widely for all of them.
The Sour Racers were the first to enter while Ralph stood rooted to the spot with Chocolette in his arms. The queen cocked an eyebrow quizzically. "What are you waiting for, big guy? ~hic~ Forget where my room ~hic~ is?" she asked teasingly, Lola frowning in disapproval at her insinuation.
Ralph looked down at Chocolette weighing his options. He knew he shouldn't, but some form of perverted logic told him that if he didn't do it, then Lola was going to be up half the night trying to get Chocolette to her room and into bed. Accepting that reasoning, he looked down at Lola and offered her another apologetic smile. "Lola, if you don't really mind, I'll take her to her room. It's my fault she got so drunk and you shouldn't have to clean up my mess."
For half a minute, Lola remained silent, deciding what to say. Finally, she exhaled a deep breath and smiled tiredly at Ralph. "Vas bien. I shall leave her majesty in your capable hands. Would you like me to escort you to her room or do you feel capable on going on your own?" she asked him as Ralph entered the castle.
Ralph breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back at Lola. "No Lola, I should be able to make my way there. You go herd the Sour Racers to their beds and make sure they're fine. I'll make sure her majesty is tucked in safely. And thank you." Ralph gave a slight bow to Lola and turned to walk down the corridor he remembered leading to her bedroom
"G'night sweetie!" Chocolette shouted drunkenly as Ralph hurried his steps a bit. She looked up at him with her cheeks glowing pink. "Soooooo what's tonight's plan now, big guy?" She took to curiously playing with his jacket's zipper.
Ralph grinned down at her, maintaining enough of his gentlemanly ethics in order to give the proper response. "The plan, dear Chocolette, is to get you in bed as soon as possible." The minute that left his mouth, he knew he would regret it.
She grinned at him, her eyes narrowing sexily. "Oh, I like the sound of urgency to that" she said huskily and slowly lowered his zipper down with a mischievous snicker, slightly exposing his neck. She brushed her finger tips against his collar. "And what happens after that?"
Ralph sighed and continued his trek through the castle until he reached the doors to her bedroom. Putting his back to them, he pushed his way in, his eyes already adjusting to the darkness of the room thanks to all his years living in the dump. Marching forward, he laid Chocolette down on her massive bed and gently stroked her hair.
She smiled sweetly at him with her cheeks still glowing pink because of the alcohol in her system. "You didn't answer my question," she said softly, glancing briefly at his lips and then back to his eyes.
Her gaze sparked a war inside Ralph's head, one that he knew would not have a clear winner. On the one hand, he knew he should go home and sleep, but on the other hand, her bed did look awfully comfortable and she looked like she wouldn't stay put if left alone. "Chocolette, you know we really shouldn't..." he began, but he could already feel that his heart wasn't in the argument. He sat down heavily on the bed and continued stroking her hair, trying to quell the battle raging within his skull.
"Uhmmmmm shouldn't do what?" she asked innocently while raising herself up on her elbows, closing the gap between their faces. She giggled and playfully nuzzled his nose with hers. "You can stay if you want. I don't think you want to accidentally game jump into a random game while walking home drunk now, would you?" Her breath tickled his large nose.
'She makes a good point,' Ralph weakly rationalized in his mind. He knew he could make it back to Fix-It Felix Jr. if he were sober, but not like this. The proximity of her face to his and the flush of her rosy cheeks was beginning to be a bit too much for him. "I guess you're right... Maybe I'll just sleep on the floo-WHOA!" Ralph was cut off as Chocolette latched herself onto his neck and pulled him down onto the bed with a giggle.
Chocolette tittered as Ralph landed on top of her, his face landing right on her soft chest. She used her magic to close the door of her room, the lock clicking shut with finality. Ralph's face burned a deep crimson as he raised his head from her chest in embarrassment. She giggled again with a few drunken hiccups as Ralph loomed over her with both hands on each side of her head. "You should have seen your face! Isn't this so much fun," she teased him, squirming under him a little and making her short, black skirt ride dangerously up her legs.
Despite the fumes of alcohol still clouding his mind, Ralph knew he was in trouble. Looking down at her, the way her curly hair flowed across the bed, the seductive look in her eyes and the slight blush in her cheeks… all of it was rapidly eroding what little control he had left. Even worse, his bad-guy programming was firing up and filling his mind with all sorts of thoughts. "Well...I...uh…," he began stuttering out. 'I cannot let her make a fool of me like this again!' In that moment, he decided to let his programming have a little leeway. He looked down at her and gave her a cocky smirk. "Y'know what Chocolette? This is fun, but I know something even more fun."
She batted her eyelashes at him with a playfully innocent smile. "And what is that, Ralphie?" she asked him in a seductive tone while biting her cherry red bottom lip.
"This," was all he said as he ran a calloused finger up the side of her leg, then pulling it back down and running it back up again. He reveled in its silky smoothness and the gasp of breath she sucked in as he did it.
Chocolette hummed softly in delight, enjoying the glitching goosebumps that started to run up and down her leg while he kept brushing his finger against it. She felt a flame of desire light up inside of her, the same passionate torch she felt when he sucked the lime juice off her neck during their last drinking game at the party. She briefly closed her eyes and arched her neck as soft shivers hit her spine. "That actually feels really...nice...Ralphie," she whispered.
Snatches of the songs Chocolette had sung that night floated back into Ralph's mind as he kept up his steady strokes. 'There ain't no reason you and me should be alone,' he remembered. His mind latched onto the thought. Maybe it was the liquor talking, but Ralph couldn't think of any reason at all why he and Chocolette should have to spend the night away from each other.
Chocolette was in paradise, savoring each grace of his finger running along her shapely leg. 'Better ask now,' she thought, trying to keep her thoughts in line. She looked up and held her dreamy emerald eyes with his, her blush deepening as they both glimpsed the burning desire lying beneath the surface of one another. "I must insist on you staying...or would you prefer I make you my prisoner?" She giggled mischievously, twirling an ivory curl around her finger.
Ralph buried his head into her neck and nuzzled her softly, placing little kisses along her neckline. "What was it you sang tonight? I'm a criminal as long as I'm yours? I don't think I'd be much of a prisoner if I wanted to stay here, Sugar Queen," he breathed his pet name for her into her ear, slowly and sensually.
"That's more like it," Chocolette whispered, holding her breath as he continued to kiss her neck. She didn't know what was in that last drink Bowser gave them, but she could tell that she felt more heated and sensitive than ever. She parted her legs a bit more to allow him to fully pin her against her bed while her hands reached up and scratched his scalp tenderly. She was enjoying all of these new and intoxicating sensations very much. "I want your love...I don't want to be friends..." She sang softly and huskily into his ear.
Ralph groaned in pleasure, savoring the feeling of her petite body pressed against his strong frame. "Say it..." He whispered into her ear. "Say it in the French part... please..." He pulled her even closer, his hands running up and down her back.
She giggled with a deep blush and looked at him with her eyes narrowed sensually. She raised herself up and teasingly brushed the side of his face with her own, her hot breath tickling his skin with goosebumps while playfully nuzzling him. "J'veux ton amour... et je veux ton revenge" she sang sexily and darkly, barely audible to his ears and mere inches from his lips.
Ralph arched his head back, struggling to keep himself under control. Even worse, he could feel the queen's hands roaming around his shirt, playing over his abs and chest, feeling every inch of him through the black t-shirt. A wicked thought entered Ralph's mind as she kept playing. "Would you like to see them, my dear?"
Chocolette looked away, trying to look innocent. "Uhmmmmmm…what gave you that idea?" she joked in a drunken chuckle as she gave his shirt a few yanks in affirmation, squirming in delight under him, not even caring if her dress was getting wrinkled under his pressure or if her skirt was revealing too much in their current position.
"Just a hunch," he said, grinning like a wolf. He pulled ever so gently away from her and slid off the bed to a standing position, deriving a little bit of enjoyment from hearing her huff and seeing her pout in slight disappointment at being deprived. Still, he intended to give her a show. Very slowly, he brought his fingers up to the base of his shirt and very carefully hooked them underneath the hem...only to then drop down to one knee and start untying his boots.
Chocolette growled with an annoyed smile. "Hey!" she snarled at him, sitting herself up and suddenly throwing one of her red heels at him in protest.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your highness," he jokingly reprimanded her. "Such a display." With his boots and socks off, Ralph reveled in the feeling of the warm carpet beneath his bare toes, amazed that something so soft could possibly exist. 'Then again, Chocolette's skin is proof of that,' he thought with a grin. Once again, he hooked his thumbs into his shirt and began slowly pulling it up and over his head, revealing every chiseled ab on his stomach to Chocolette's gaze, tossing the shirt away like it was a used rag.
Chocolette's emerald eyes grew as big as plates as she blinked, locked in complete, awestruck trance. She marveled at every detailed and defined muscle, looking like a child who had discovered the most gorgeous and delicious candy in the entire world. "Wonka almighty," she mumbled with her cheeks burning red and her brain freezing completely.
Ralph couldn't help but grin at her admiration, amazed that anyone, let alone a woman as stunning as Chocolette Von Schweetz, could ever look at him like she was doing right then. But here they stood, with her eyeing him hungrily and him subtly flexing his muscles for her enjoyment. 'Whaddaya say we give her a little bit more?' asked his bad-guy programming in a dangerous tone. Ralph was a little unsure, knowing full well that he was treading into dangerous waters, but in the end his bad-guy side won out and he hooked a finger into the belt of his jeans while his other hand started unlatching the belt buckle.
Chocolette snapped out of her trance and smirked evilly, throwing her other heel at him, halting Ralph's actions. He looked at her in confusion. "Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie...where are your manners? Getting too comfortable in front of a lady," she said in a mock tone of superiority, pretending to scold him. She giggled again. "Whatever happened to 'ladies first'?" It was then Ralph's turn to gape as she straitened up over her knees and guided a hand to her back. "Though I think I'll need a bit of help here." She gave him a playful wink just to tease him further.
Ralph's heart skipped a beat as he figured out what she was implying. Very slowly, he moved forward, reaching behind her to give her a helping hand. "If my lady will permit me," he said, trying to keep his breath from catching in his throat.
"Such a gentleman" she said, taking her long curly bicolored hair between her hands and raising it over her head in a messy ponytail, allowing him to fully view her exposed back and the zipper of her corset, making him blush furiously.
With more delicacy than he ever knew he possessed, Ralph gently took the zipper in his fingers and slowly pulled it down, the sound of the zipper's teeth coming apart sounding almost as sweet as Chocolette's singing. When the zipper was all the way down, the dress partially fell away, revealing Chocolette's lack of a bra and her smooth, flawless back. Ralph gulped as he swore he'd never seen anyone as beautiful as her.
She glanced back at him over her shoulder with a sensual smile. "Thank you dear," she said, and a new idea popped into her head, wishing to tease him a bit more, see how strong his mental endurance was, and to pay him back for his little show. She stood up and hopped off of her giant bed, much to Ralph's entranced astonishment, making the dress slide very slowly down her curves and fall to the ground silently. She walked towards her dresser, letting her hair fall over her shoulders and chest, pretending to take off her earrings.
'Sweet Mother Hubbard,' was all he could manage to think as he watched the dress fall away, revealing a form that he could only describe as perfect. Sure, her normal racing outfit or the dress she wore both left very little to the imagination, but to actually see the curvature of her hips, the gentle swell of her buttocks and the way the lacey material of the thong rode up between it was simply breathtaking. Ralph knew he couldn't tear his eyes away and he didn't want to.
Reaching the dresser, she turned around to face him while she continued to fiddle with her jewelry. Ralph gasped and nearly choked as the image of her long locks of ebony and ivory hair slightly covering her round, supple breasts was almost too much for his brain to comprehend. The dark queen smiled triumphantly as she wheeled around again, shamelessly bending over a bit and putting her earrings on the dresser before straightening herself up again, planting both hands on her curvy, semi nude hips. "I think we are even now" she giggled, brushing her bangs away from her eyes.
Ralph's brain was going through a hard boot sequence as he took in every detail. From her magnificent breasts to her wonderfully curvy hips, she was, without a doubt in his mind, perfection. 'And she's all yours,' whispered his bad guy code again. But he would not allow himself to keep gaping like a fool. Shaking his head a little, he matched her grin and looked her in the eye. "Not quite yet," he said, and in one swift movement he pulled the belt from its loops and let his jeans fall to the floor, exposing his black boxers and the significantly large bulge pressing against the article's material.
Chocolette's victorious stance wobbled and her smirk dropped as she gaped in surprise, not expecting the swift movement and certainly not mentally prepared for what her eyes were suddenly looking at so intensively and hungrily. 'I must be drunk as hell, this cannot be real,' she thought and she even pinched her hip extra hard, smiling wildly when the sting confirmed that she was indeed conscious. Barely coherent, but still conscious. She managed to restart her brain and slowly, with wide swings of her hips, walked towards him with predatory eyes. "I didn't know you were this bold, Ralphie," she said, mere inches from him, her hands finding their way to his chest. "And may I say, I'm not disappointed at all."
The wrecker's own hands found their way to her back, rubbing it up and down and occasionally dipping low enough to give her well rounded bottom an appreciative rub. "This is all new to me, Sugar Queen," he admitted. "But I can't say I don't like it." Tentatively, Ralph picked her up by her hips and hoisted her up, lying back down on the bed and placing Chocolette across his stomach with her legs splayed. Leaning forward, he moved ever so slowly inwards and pressed his face in between her large, supple breasts, and nuzzling them and reveling in the feeling of their softness and warmth. It was all so new to him. He'd been alone for thirty years, never daring to dream of such lurid fantasies, and then Chocolette came along and here he was with her, the both of them on her bed and nearly naked. He didn't know what was driving him to do this kind of thing, but he felt it was right and he did not want to stop.
Chocolette giggled with a deep, drunken blush in her cheeks when she felt him nuzzle against her chest, brushing his spiky auburn hair with her fingers. "I'm glad you like them," she said playfully, sitting up straight while straddling him and pressing her inner thighs against his hardness. She couldn't help herself as she ground herself slowly against him.
"Like is an understatement," Ralph spoke hoarsely, lost in the sensations. Feeling a bit of newfound bravado, he gently reached his tongue out to carefully flick a pert nipple while his hands simultaneously guided her hips along his length, his fingers idly playing with the waistband of her thong.
She started to moan, at first in surprise when she felt his tongue playing with her breast, but soon getting a bit louder when she felt his eager fingers pulling her thong's waistband. She bit her lips as her pride didn't want her to start begging, but her moving hips betrayed her. 'No Chocolette, don't you dare beg! Get a hold of yourself!" she desperately scolded herself.
Ralph hooked a finger between the waistband and her hips, gently running his finger in between the soft material and her even softer skin. With a little more daring, he leaned in and captured the nipple between his lips, suckling it gently. 'Atta boy Ralph,' crowed his bad-guy programming. 'Show her what a wrecker can REALLY do!'
Chocolette gasped and groaned again, sparks of pleasurable electricity running up her spine. She reached her hands toward his hardness and resumed her taunts again. She suddenly growled as a traitorous thought formed in her head. "I'm gonna kill whoever tried you before me," she grumbled between her teeth, getting visibly angry though still moaning loudly.
"'Fraid there's no one in that line, your highness," Ralph said before returning to his work, gently rolling the nipple between his teeth while working his finger around to the back of her thong and starting to gently tug them down ever so slowly. The feeling of Chocolette grinding along his length was pure heaven and he was enjoying every minute of it.
She arched her back to press her chest harder against his mouth, snorting incredulously at his words. "You can't possibly…mmmm….expect me…Ooooh… to believe that, old man!" She struggled to speak, her hands also starting to tug down the waistband of his boxers. 'I need to turn the tables soon or he'll make me beg!' She struggled to escape his grasp with a devious smirk.
Somehow, Ralph could sense that he had her on the defensive and he knew just how to put her right where he wanted her. "Believe whatever you want, young lady, but does it really matter? Especially when you can have this?" Freeing his finger from the waistband, he gently graced it over the curvature of her buttocks until it delved between her inner thighs from behind. Once there, Ralph pressed his thick finger against her womanly core with gentle pressure.
The queen let out a loud moan, the air escaping from her lungs in shock and her brain shutting down. She pushed her mouth against his and kissed him fervently, groaning and sexily growling as he continued to play with her. "Cheater! Now you're being bad!" she panted into his mouth. But grinding against his finger, she could tell that her body was slowly surrendering to his power. She slid her hand into his boxers and started to rub her fingers against his hard flesh. "I can play dirty too."
"OH not fair," Ralph groaned in pleasure as her delicate hand gripped him as much as it could.
What Chocolette hadn't counted on was exactly just how much there was to Ralph and the discovery was quite... intriguing. Her brain suddenly snapped, feeling as if the final boss level alarm had gone off. In one swift move, she managed to reposition herself just above his knees. Ralph arched an eyebrow in annoyance, not liking his fun being cut short so suddenly, but he gasped in surprise when she pulled his boxers down and freed his quite prominent frustration. Her eyes grew wide in both fright and excitement. "Well...I shouldn't be surprised," she said, sitting up straight. She smirked at him and gently started to stroke him with her warm hands. "After all...you do have large hands." She held her gaze with his while her hands worked him up and down.
Her maneuver caught him off guard, but her comment nearly made him laugh. Still, he wasn't the only one around here who was going to be in the buff, but he decided to bide his time and wait, seeing just what she could do now that she had 'him' in her grasp.
She giggled in delight as she continued to stroke him slowly. "I wonder what else I can do to you now that I have you in my power," she grinned, licking her lips in a very seductive way.
Ralph could guess what she had in mind, and he figured it was either now or never. Once more, he lifted Chocolette up by her hips. For a moment, she glared down at him for depriving her of her new toy, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw the mischievous smirk on his lips. All she could do was yelp in surprise and pleasure as Ralph brought her still covered center down onto his face and she could feel his hot breath pouring over it as his teeth nipped onto the thin, lacey material.
"Ralph! No fair!" She moaned, half in complaint and half in desperate desire. She arched her back and her hands went back to his hair, slightly pulling a few strands in frustration.
"Mho shmaid amywhing amwout mwaying mwair?" Ralph muttered around the fabric, pulling it down slowly and sensually, revealing the delicious jewel hidden by it, his eyes lighting up with a lustful fire.
She groaned more and thrust her hips forward. "Raaaaaaalph," she growled, almost sounding like she was begging. Feeling his hot breath so close to her privacy sent sparks of electricity across her core. 'Argh! I'm losing dammit!' she thought through the erotic haze.
He just kept pulling her thong down and down and down... until they slipped off of her dainty feet and he repositioned her so that she could see her lacey knickers hanging in the teeth of Wreck-It Ralph. But he wasn't done with her yet. 'Time to see just how much you can take, Sugar Queen,' he thought with a lusty grin. He placed her back down so that her now bare intimacy was rubbing up against his staggering erection, sending jolts of pleasurable fire racing through both of their bodies.
Chocolette squirmed in delight as the pleasurable sensations intensified, digging her black nails against his skin. She groaned and moaned involuntarily as she could feel hot jolts when stroking her core against his length, getting moister and warmer. Both of their bodies briefly glitched in a hot mess of red and purple pixels, Chocolette feeling her program demanding his program to 'hack her'.
Ralph growled in pleasure as he feels her slick dampness moving along his length. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed before, and it only made him more desperate for it, hungrier. He leaned forward and captured the queen's lips in a fiery kiss of passion that left both of their cores smoldering. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back, but his mind demanded that he hold out as long as he could.
'This is war!' She declared in her mind as her tongue wrestled with his. She encircled his neck with her arms, pulling him closer, brushing her full, round breasts against his chest and positioning her entrance close enough to the tip of his length. She stroked her hips faster and harder in an insisting way. They both shook with stronger jolts of pleasure, sweating profusely.
Ralph kept his strong hands planted firmly on her curvy hips, helping her in her ministrations as her slick entrance moved closer and closer to the tip of his lance. His head was clouded with a sense of euphoria, but he still maintained a steely focus as their kissing intensified in vigor and passion. 'Maybe I should up the ante a little bit,' he thought. He moved both of his hands under her plush backside and squeezed firmly yet gently, moving his hands ever so slowly to spread the round cheeks open more.
Chocolette sucked harder on his lips and tried to brush off her sudden nervousness, fearing his inner beast that she now knew existed and their obvious difference in size. But her arousal blinded any other coherent thoughts and she playfully sniggered into his mouth. "Try not to get me game over, big guy," she said and eagerly ground forward a bit to tease him.
Ralph chuckled in response, gripping her around her tiny waistline before whispering lowly into her ear. "Is her majesty ready," he asked, even though he was more than ready whether she was or not, he still had some modicum of control left.
She giggled with a roll of her eyes. "I've been ready for quite a while now," she teased with another bold thrust, flinching a bit as his size started to become more noticeable in their closeness. 'That that was some fat lie,' said her villain's ego, perhaps one of the few mental programs that was still working in her brain code at the moment. Truth to be told, she was not entirely mentally prepared yet, but she was too turned on and excited to back down or rethink her actions. Plus, the increasing warmth and dampness, along with the jolts of electrical pleasure that keep shooting down their stomachs and pulling them together like two magnets was effectively distracting her.
Spurred on by her words, Ralph kissed her deeply one last time before hefting her up. 'Here goes nothing,' he mentally quipped. Taking extra time to make sure everything was all lined up and feeling his heart racing faster than the engine of any kart at Vanellope or Chocolette's disposal, Ralph lowered the Queen down slowly until, with a jolt like lightning, he felt the tip of his impressive length touch the slick velvety lips of her delicate flower. 'Oh sweet Nintendo...' He struggled to keep himself under control, fighting through the drunken haze still clouding his mind to make this moment special for the both of them.
Air escaped Chocolette's lungs and she momentarily stopped kissing him. She instinctively squeezed her eyes shut and dug her fingernails harder into his back which, to Ralph's surprise, he found pleasurable instead of hurtful. She grunted in annoyance as her body resisted him a bit, as they both were expecting. She tried to relax as he continued to slowly push her hips down. She was in a mix of physical pain and intense electrical pleasure.
Ralph knew she hadn't done this before and neither had he, but sweet Tobikomi how much resistance he was encountering. He knew that every inch into her was as much pleasure and pain for her as it was for him, perhaps even more so. But adding to the mixture of her nails digging into his strong hide was sending him through a whirlwind of pleasure. He could only ease her lower and lower onto himself, not even sure she would be able to take his full length.
She growled and mentally cursed herself for being so petite as the pain and pleasure increased, making her glitch again. Unable to bear anymore of the maddening tension, she collected all of her bad-guy courage and made up her mind. Taking a deep breath and supporting her hands on his shoulders, she braced herself and, as if ripping a band aid off, she pushed herself down completely in a swift move, allowing him to violently enter her almost fully. "Argh!" she couldn't help but scream through clenched teeth while panting hard, collapsing on his chest with her nails scratching his skin.
Her brazen move nearly shook Ralph out of all the pleasurable haze he'd locked himself into. He could feel something tear within her and suddenly it felt as though he could enter her more easily. By the time he felt something touch bottom, she had nearly engulfed all of him, leaving only an inch or two outside. He held her close and stroked her back, whispering comfortingly. "Chocolette… Are you alright?" he asked in a soothing tone. The feeling of her nails digging into his skin didn't even register as he sought to ease her pain.
She panted heavily into his neck while shaking with electricity. "J-just, just gi-give me a minute to relax," she said weakly while fighting the silly tear drops that were threatening to escape from the corners of her eyes. She could feel that the pain was slowly decreasing and the pleasure rising but her tights were still annoyingly tense from the brutally swift movement.
Ralph relaxed as well, slowly stroking his massive hands up and down her back in order to soothe her discomfort. He knew she was putting on a brave face, trying to hide her pain. He knew that look all too well: he'd spent years wearing it as well.
She started to relax under his soothing tenderness, normalizing her breathing and her racing heartbeat. A foreign sensation of warmth started to awaken her frozen heart. Raising her head up from his neck, she kissed him softly and lovingly.
For a moment, the kiss she gave him shut out Ralph's bad-guy programming and he felt his own heart soar. If the feeling of their rough intimacy had been paradise, then the kiss she was giving him now was heaven. Once more, he could taste her natural sweetness, completely free of anything artificial as he pulled her closer in a warm and loving embrace of his own, his heart beat matching her freshly awoken one.
She melted into his embrace, not fully understanding what was going on with her but not rejecting it either. Maybe it was his good side finally reaching her through their new connection or perhaps… perhaps it was something in her that she had believed to be locked. Soon enough, her pain started to vanish and she confidently started to slowly move her hips in circles. Her bad girl program reset itself and she smirked against his lips. "Help me a bit big guy...play with me," she told him huskily, returning to her normal self.
'Now that sounds like the Chocolette I know,' he thought with a grin of his own. Dipping his head down again, Ralph once again captured one of her plump nipples between his lips and suckled it while beginning to slowly move the dark Queen up and down on his length, the feeling of her traversing him revealing itself as an indescribable pleasure.
Her groans returned and an intense wave of pleasure suddenly shot up from deep within her, giving her glitching goosebumps all over her skin. She felt her core grow warmer while she moaned loudly with her hands roaming up and down his biceps, slowly moving her hips with him in synchronization.
Ralph growled in pleasure, her moans like sweet music to his ears. He kept her in rhythm with himself, bucking his own hips as she rode him, her plush backside bouncing against his pelvis as they worked in concert with one another towards a pleasurable end.
In the blink of an eye, her racing code commanded her to go faster and she obeyed it in delight. "Raaalph..." she moaned his name repeatedly as her speed increased. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her bum to give him more control.
Ralph's pleasure shifted into high gear as she directed his hands to her bottom, able to grab hold, lift and bring her back down with much greater speed and force than before. "Chocolette…" he groaned in erotic need.
To her own shock, her greedy self still wanted more of him and she huskily commanded him between panting breaths. "Harder..." she gasped, smiling as his eyes grew wide in surprise, looking straight into her eyes as if she had gone insane. She smiled sexily, holding her half closed eyes of pleasure with his while biting her own lip in lust.
Ralph couldn't possibly say no to such a beautiful face. Releasing a little more of his strength, he began to thrust into her a bit harder and faster, the feeling of slamming deeply into her driving him wild even further. 'How can she take the stress I'm putting on her?' he silently questioned, but quickly losing interest in knowing the answer.
Chocolette groaned and moaned while letting a maniacal laugh briefly escape her plump lips. She pushed her hips down harder against each faster and stronger thrust of his. She could tell that this was probably going to leave her sore tomorrow and maybe a few more days, but she just didn't care: she didn't want to stop at all. She crashed her lips with his again in a passionate kiss and teasingly guided her fingertips towards his length, massaging its base while he continued to vigorously enter her.
Ralph couldn't help but smile at the treatment she was giving him. Not only was she wrapped around him in the most intimate manner possible, but now she had added her hands to the mixture and was driving him further to the edge. 'If that's how you wanna play Queenie, let's see if you can ride the wrecking ball,' he mused. He started putting more force into his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper into her, seeking to claim her for his own.
She kept her ministrations to his member without flinching for a second and her moans became louder. She could feel that she was getting dangerously closer to the edge. He clearly had more stamina than her, so in order to prolong her pleasure she decided to torture him more by slowing their synchronized, thrusting dance down while he kept battering away at her core. She could feel her walls getting deliciously tighter around him.
'Oh you devious little minx.' He knew what game she was playing and he wasn't having any of it. Instead, he eased back on the force and speed and began easing himself in and out of her intimate walls with a torturously sensual stroking that was caressing nearly every nerve within her.
The air in the room had gotten so thick and hot that it was like an erotic mist had blanketed the queen's chamber, coating the two lovers and making their bodies glisten with sweat in the darkness of the royal bedroom. Chocolette shook her hair sexily a few times while riding him, enjoying the torturing but pleasurable heat in the room. She kept moving her hips and buttocks in a very slow but sensual up and down rhythm without faulting. It was silently torturing her now and so with one hand she started to touch her own breasts while the other kept massaging him. She was just too full of lust to handle it. She wanted to prolong their game as much as their programs could allow them but the electrical pulses in their connection were rapidly increasing, making her walls grow unwillingly tighter and wetter.
With the feeling of one delicate hand stroking him and the sight of the other hand sensually massaging a flawless breast in front of him, Ralph knew that his time was coming. Combined with the feeling of his queen growing tighter and slicker around him was not helping matters, because it was only making him grow much firmer and larger with his heightened pleasure. 'I swear if one of us doesn't break soon we're gonna both burst into flames!' his lust addled mind shouted.
With her eyes and mind blurred with too much pleasure, Chocolette sensed it too as she could no longer feel strong enough to hold herself anymore and she could tell that her legs were rapidly going numb, almost moving on their own by reflex. She was panting hard, desperately moaning his name and throwing herself against him, embracing his neck and speeding her movements up again. "I-I-I can't...take it...anymore…Make me yours!" she demanded with a bite on his neck and bracing herself for their final lap.
Her words and the sincerity behind them caused something inside Ralph to snap. Mustering up the last of his strength, he pushed himself to resume the hard and fast paced rhythm from before. Her slickness was the perfect lubricant to oil the piston he had become and he intended to bring her over the edge just before he fell after her. 'Just...a...little...bit...more...'
Her screams of pleasure echoed through the room as he hit her core harder and faster. "OH MY-AH!... RALPH!" she screamed, unable to speak or think as she felt her body start to convulse and glitch in purple and red pixels. She squirmed and ground against him uncontrollably, calling out his name over and over again, each time louder than before. With a sudden deep and powerful thrust she finally reached her climax. Arching her back, she started to feel her orgasm hit her hard and deliciously, while getting painfully but delightfully tighter around his member.
"OH CHOCOLETTE!" Ralph roared, her moans and screams of pleasure and the feel of her orgasm erupting pushing the wrecker past his breaking point, his member straightening even more and releasing into her. He could only grip her butt tighter as she thrashed about on top of him, her arms flailing as glitching particles danced around the both of them like fireworks. In short, it was one of, if not the best sensation Ralph had ever felt.
She collapsed against his chest, her face landing in the crook of his neck, panting and shivering with electrical aftershocks, smiling tiredly, hearing each other's heartbeats in sync. Her body was unresponsive, completely numb by the huge explosion of pleasure it had just endured. She waited until she felt him relax a bit after his orgasm quelled. "...wow..." she whispered breathlessly.
"...wow..." Ralph ehoed. Lying back, his hand slowly stroked her back as they settle into one another, bathing in the exhaustion and afterglow of what they'd done. For Ralph, it had inspired hope in him that things to come might be even better than he'd ever dared to dream. But for right now, he was happy just to relax with his queen, his Chocolette.
She snuggled closer to him, feeling the infamous 'honey glows' take over her cheeks much to her own embarrassment. She shrugged it off as she was in too much ecstasy to even care about bad-guy pride at the moment. She peeked an eye open to look up at him. "You know? I'm so glad I'm part of a racing game," she said with a grin. "I don't think I can walk right now."
Ralph could only manage a smug chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. "I get the feeling I'm gonna be sore at work tomorrow, but it was worth it," he said as he cracked his neck to one side. Leaning down, he placed a little kiss on her forehead and gently stroked her ebony and ivory hair.
She purred contentedly, embracing him around his chest. "I could get used to this," she breathed happily. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt incredibly nice to cuddle with him like this while still being connected. "I don't think I'll allow you to go back to your game just yet… or ever."
He met her purr of content with a growl of approval. The feeling of her snuggled up against him was as wonderful a feeling as anything, one that made him feel complete. "Mmmm… can't say I'd really mind... A guy could definitely get used to this kind of royal treatment."
She chuckled at that. "Well you better get used to it, because I'm not letting you ever escape my grasp," she smirked while clenching at him possessively. Maybe things weren't developing as she had originally planned, as she hadn't exactly planned to fall for him, but somehow she had won…and so had he.
He matched her grin. "And who says I want to escape?" he said, leaning in and giving her another kiss. Maybe this threw his whole plan of making sure she wasn't up to something into a cocked hat, but he didn't mind. He was happy to have a wonderful woman who knew what it meant to be a bad-guy and that was good enough for him.
"Good bad wrecker!" she cooed, patting his head lovingly with a mocking smile. "You know, I'm actually surprised you didn't wreck the whole bed. I was mentally prepared to refurnish my bedroom." She tried to raise her body a bit to give him a peck but winced when she felt her legs deny her wishes due to soreness.
Ralph chuckled at her attempt, leaning down to kiss her once again. "Just you wait Sugar Queen… Once your legs stop giving you fits, we'll really put this bed through its paces."
She pouted but quickly smiled and blushed excitedly at the prospect of repeating this a few more times…lots of a few more times. "Maaaaaaaybe we could go a second round later…if my stupid legs don't have anything to say against it. I could always go to the castle's code room and reset myself," she said with a pensive frown while tracing his jaw with her index finger.
Ralph just pulled her closer and hugged her in his massive arms. "One thing at a time Chocolette…One thing at a time," he said, stifling a massive yawn. Ralph could feel his own energy starting to fail him after such exertion. Even a full day of wrecking didn't usually take this much out of him, but it was a good kind of exhaustion, one that was riddled with accomplishment and gratification.
She glanced at him and noticed his eyes flickering with tiredness. She smiled cutely at him and nuzzled his neck affectionately. "Fine, let's rest for a while," she said stubbornly while adjusting her body to lay comfortably on him. "I know you're not drunk anymore after…'wrecking' me, but would you mind spending the rest of the night with me? Maybe until the arcade opens?" She looked at him with big green puppy-dog eyes. "We could take a shower together later," she offered him with a wink.
"I was gonna ask if you'd mind if I could stay," he managed to say through an escaping yawn. In all honesty, Ralph was lying on the most comfortable bed ever with the most beautiful woman in the arcade. With the last bits of his consciousness slipping into the comfortable darkness, Ralph just cuddled her closer and fell into a deep slumber.
Chocolette snapped her fingers and her bedcovers magically covered her and Ralph from the waist down, keeping their legs warm. Sighing happily, the dark queen closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift off to sleep, cuddled against HER wrecking bad-guy.