Hard knocking at my door made me grit my teeth. Could I not enjoy my day off? I shouldn't have to deal with anyone on a Saturday.
Uncaring over my state of dress, I left my bedroom and went into the main room. The knocking increased in intensity and volume. A snarl left my lips. I glanced at the clock. Seven in the morning. How rude.
A wave of familiar perfume hit me as I put my hand on the knob.
Sheila.
I yanked open the door.
"What?" I demanded, making no effort to hide my irritation.
Sheila forced her way inside, with a strained smile on her painted lips.
"I don't understand you!" she said loudly. "Here I am offering money, power, influence and sex and you keep throwing it back in my face."
I shut the door. I didn't wish for anyone to overhear us, even if my only neighbors were the birds.
"I don't want money and I have more than enough power and influence, maybe even more than you do."
I gazed down upon her, stone-faced, angry that she would come to my home again and again in pursuit of that which I didn't care to give her.
"Lastly, you are of no interest to me, Sheila, even in the slightest. To put it simply, since you seem to have difficulty understanding, I don't want to fuck you."
"Why not?" She screeched. "I'm perfect! I spend lots of money to make sure of that!"
She grabbed her breasts for emphasis. These cost me fifty three thousand gil! I have my own private health club, a personal dietitian, and a team of personal groomers to make sure I'm perfect!"
On some twisted level she had a point. Physically speaking, Sheila was the ideal woman. Feminine perfection.
Her very large and firm breasts tapered to a small waist and rounded hips. She hadn't any jiggle anywhere but the places they were attractive in, and her grooming was of the highest caliber.
Sheila tended to herself faultlessly and I did appreciate that.
But she possessed nothing akin to grace. Her personality was like sandpaper. The only time there was any emotion in her eyes but petulance and greed was when she was satisfied, which was rarely ever.
I'm afraid she wouldn't ever laugh nor cry because of me, and I wanted that in a woman, wanted to know I meant something. This woman felt nothing for others, not even hatred, because hatred would mean investing herself in another person. Even I could feel hatred.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She shouted, thumping me on the chest with her hand. "I'm not some sort of military issue to ponder over morning coffee! I'm Silvia Shinra!"
"You're nothing but an insect buzzing around my head." I countered.
"You wake me from a decent sleep on my day off to barge into my apartment and extol your own virtues while ignoring my wishes for your absence. I don't want you in my life, Silvia, and I never will."
"I know you have another woman, Sheila said, ignoring me. I can feel it."
"If I do, it's none of your business." I walked past her, back to the door, intending to show her out.
""You think you're such a god." She spat. A sharp pain lanced my neck. I reached up to claw out a black, neoprene-fletched dart. Almost instantly I felt my system stagger with the unknown toxin, violently rebel against it from the cellular level. My vision blurred for a moment. I should have known better than to turn my back on a snake.
Now I'm going to pay for it.
"Well, gods fall." Sheila continued.
"I'm going to have you at least once. You're the one I want and I always get what I want. You'll want me back soon enough..." She sauntered toward me, tucking a little dart gun into her purse.
A self-satisfied smile split her face. "Hojo told me that drug works fast. Don't fight it."
My muscles had never, ever failed to work the way I wanted. Now they only jerkily obeyed me. I lurched toward Sheila, wanting nothing more than to strangle the life out of her.
Artificial euphoria gripped me, pressing the murderous intent back with peculiar lassitude. Wave after wave of conflicting highs and lows struck me in seconds, sapping my strength. I felt my cock hardening despite the lack of stimulus, pushing against my light cotton boxers.
That's what I wanted to see." Sheila purred, as she stepped closer and roughly pulled my boxers down to my ankles.
Her eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of my exposed penis.
""Holy Shiva, you're enormous. I can't wait to climb on top of this. I hope I can fit all of it inside of me!" She said with a giggle. Then she bent over and kissed the tip of my penis with her painted red lips.
Disgusting painted whore... As much as I hated her, I couldn't resist how pleasing her lips felt on my member, couldn't deny wondering how much more pleasing it would feel past her ruby lips, inside her warm, wet mouth, with her sharp, well-oiled tongue dancing around it...
No! I do NOT want this!
I tried to shove her away but my arms refused to cooperate. I couldn't focus, couldn't think, couldn't even panic. My head spun as the drug fully took control. My tongue feeling like a swollen lump of lead, I lost my balance and fell to the floor. It took every ounce of my considerable strength to stay upright.
"Don't worry, I promise it won't hurt." Sheila cooed in a smug tone, as she grinned down at me with triumph in her eyes.
"I'll get what I want but I won't harm the goods. Why would I do that?" She knelt over me, and ran her hands over my chest.
"Hmph. That crazy Hojo warned me not to anger you. The fool seemed to think you'd be dangerous even with the special roofie. Anyone can see you're as meek as a kitty like this. Speaking of which, I believe it's time you met mine..."
She stood and put her bare foot in my face. With a single thrust, she had pushed me on my back. Next, she hiked her dress up, revealing her smooth, shaven pussy.
Gods, she was dripping wet in anticipation. I couldn't help but be further turned on, genuinely turned on by the sight.
"I wanted to wear that cute little thong you got me, but it's easier to fuck you like this. Kinkier, too."
She put her hands behind her head and squatted down, pushing her lower lips right against the tip of my cock. She was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not.
"Meow."
Now she slowly lowered herself onto my engorged penis, which went in smoothly.
*schlllrp*
"Ungh..." She grunted as my cock disappeared inside her.
"Agh-aaaaaaahhh..." I tried and failed to hold back the satisfied groan from passing my lips. Her vagina felt like Heaven.
"She's saying hello to your wiener. It's a pleasant greeting, huh?"
Warm, satiny wetness caressed my penis as I felt the pleasing sensation of her lubricated walls hugging it.
Shiva, she was as tight as a 16-year old Wutai girl.
"Oh..."
"That's it, baby... don't try and fight it. Let your body decide."
She slowly rose up, and then came back down again, and repeated the motion, settling into a steady rhythm.
"Unh... unh... unh... anh..." she moaned as she continued to ride me. The sounds of her wet pussy being penetrated and the slapping of our flesh filled the room.
"Ugh... agh..." I couldn't deny it. I was enjoying this. She was raping me, and I was enjoying it. Suddenly she stopped.
Don't stop... what!? What in Shiva's name was i thinking?
She stood and removed her dress hastily, exposing her flawless body. Those massive breasts, those curvaceous hips, that cute little navel.
My cock twitched at the sight, which she greatly appreciated.
"Hee hee. See? Now we're on the same page, and since we're finished with the warm-up, let's heat things up! In other words..."
Now she squatted down again and slammed down on top of me as hard as she could.
"Ah! Ooh... Yeah. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
She put her hands on my chest and began to fuck me hard and fast.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Her huge breasts were flying all about as she rode me.
Oh...
She paused to lean back and give me another good look at her flawless body with a smug grin on her face as she rotated her hips in a figure eight motion. Now she went back to fucking me hard, and, ooh...
""UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Oh, Sheila... oh, please... oh...
She repeated the process again and again and- "Ah, ah, ah..." Oh, my gods, i can't take this- my entire lower abdomen was hit by a white-hot inferno of pleasure.
Oh, GODS!
"H-hey, still with me baby? You look a little-
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNHH!" I felt my eyes cross and a long loud nasal groan escaped my mouth as my 11-inch penis erupted inside her.
The room went silent for a brief moment.
"Oh. My. Gods!" Sheila laughed.
"Wow, I mean. I knew you'd like it. All guys like pussy, but... You liked it that much? I'm... I'm actually touched."
Overcome with joy, she leaned over and kissed me passionately.
"That o-face was too cute, by the way."
OC and (altered)scenario are from a really stupid fanfic by the name of "Paper Tiger Burning." Here, she gets what she wanted. :D
But in all seriousness, why date someone and not fuck them if you literally hate everything about them except their body?
Why even date them at all?
Hahahaha... So stupid...