Yuko x Ghoul Syrus (Tags: Jokes about Necrophilia, Marathon Sex, Rough Talk, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent)

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Sekhmet: It's probably not even that good, I wrote this a long time ago.

Susano-o: Well it's out there now so have at it.

Light Novel 18: Race Against Time

"If the fire in your heart is strong enough, it will burn away any obstacles that come your way."

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Yuko kicked open the door to an empty room, and no sooner had she closed the door than the possessed Syrus wriggled out of her grip and ripped her away from it like some sort of belligerent incubus and dragged her towards the bed. He was surprisingly strong like this. Hot too.

"You don't have to drag me, I'm already there." She said, trying to strip with one hand.

"I'll bet you are." He growled, stripping himself in seconds and then ripping Yuko's remaining clothes off, tossing them haphazardly and pushing her on the bed. If she wasn't already soaked to her bones, the feral, lust filled look he gave her as she climbed on top of her would have done it in an instant.

"What a whore. You're soaked just at the way I look at you." He purred, and grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked. It broke the bit of immersion that she had, and Yuko felt like she needed to reassert herself. So in response, she whipped a hand up and clamped it around his throat. It didn't hurt him any, but it was a warning.

"Listen. I may really enjoy it when he asserts himself, but don't try anything deadly. I can and will fuck you up." She growled, talking past Syrus himself and to whatever was controlling him.

Syrus laughed, and wrenched her hand off his neck. "I don't think you understand. You have no power anymore. Rose took it away. Which means I'm going to do whatever I want to you. And not only don't you have a choice, but you'll enjoy it too. You're such a degenerate like that."

"That's not entirely true." Yuko thought. "She missed a kernel of it. It's not much, but I still have it." "Well I'm ready and willing, so entertain me. I feel stupid."

"I should be saying that." He chuckled, and practically slapped her in the face with his cock. "Now get to work, and if I'm feeling merciful, you might get something in return."

"Yes sir." She purred, and took his whole cock down her throat. He used her like a cocksleeve, thrusting into her like he would never get another chance. He wrapped his hands in her hair and yanked as hard as he could, like the locks he grabbed were reins. As she tried her best to keep up with his pace, she could feel him start to get close. He picked up the pace and gripped tighter into her scalp.

"Fuck yes-take it you slut~" He keened, and came down her throat with a hiss, trying to pretend he wasn't as blissed out and vulnerable as he really was. Yuko took the opportunity to use her last kernel of darkness to coat her dripping cunt and insides with a thin barrier, sort of like a reusable supernatural condom. She yanked herself off his withering dick and sat on his hips, pinning him down so she could bite down on his neck.

"You rotten little-!" He shrieked, but she pinned his hands before he could try anything. She smiled against the mark and licked it over.

"You picked the wrong body to be physically intimidating." Yuko smirked. "But that's what I love about you. Now it's my turn to make you mine." She forced his hands up towards the head of the bed so she could pin him with one hand. She did this so she could lean back and stroke his cock with the other.

"When I get control back, I swear I'll ruin you." He growled, but his gasp when she thumbed the underside of his head spoke volumes otherwise.

"You put up a good fuck for a corpse." She laughed, releasing his new erection. "But I said I'd fuck the evil out of you, and I don't say that lightly." In a few quick motions, she repositioned herself and sank onto his cock, with no worries about how dangerous this was because of her unorthodox means of protection. She leaned over and peppered his flesh with hickeys as she rode him, caring only about herself. After a minute or so, she gave up on restraining him and let go, just focusing on chasing that high. Within a few more minutes and a lot of moaning and groaning, she came with a loud scream.

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This cycle went on for a long time. They took turns fucking each other and being fucked, in as many positions as their doped up minds could think of. At one point, his dick stopped leaving her insides. There were very few places on either that weren't covered in hickeys, Bite marks and scratches.

As for all the cum, it was gathered into softball sized amounts and contained in thin bubbles, as much darkness as she could spare, and discarded into the sink.

As they continued on their marathon, the influence that had its hold on Syrus was being passed exponentially into Yuko, and slowly but surely, he was turning back while she was losing her grip on reality.

The instant her bones became jelly for the 33rd time that day, Syrus pushed her on her back, finally ripping his dick out of her. "Look at you, so blissed out on your own excess. You can't even look at me anymore. You wouldn't care even if I used you as a toilet." He noted, barely having the breath to speak.

True to his word, Yuko was barely conscious, and didn't even know where she was. Her eyes fell shut, and all went black. If she could just rest, just for a minute…

Before she could fully succumb to the influence, the feeling of something warm and water like started rolling down her chest. "Are you actually pissing on me you fuck?!" She thought, and got a sudden burst of wind to stop it. The problem was, she reacted way too strongly.

In a few seconds, she shot up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him down to her level. She gave him a nightmarish smile, and it was clear she was channeling the Dark Priestess.

"It's not NICE to pee on people." She grinned maniacally. She then pushed him to the floor and sat on his face. "Now drink your medicine."

She started grinding on his face, and he lapped at her opening, driving her back into a horny frenzy. The more he drove her to the edge, the more frantic and painfully she ground, until she came a final time with a hoarse cry.

Once she had recovered enough to stand, she leaned over to make sure he was still alive. As soon as she knew he was, she stood up and sat back on the bed. In her post orgasm clarity, she realized that he didn't look possessed anymore. Had she actually fucked the evil out of him?

After a little more recovery, she made a move. She pulled back the bed covers and struggled to pick him up and put him to bed. She staggered to the sink to wet some paper towels, first to clean herself up, and then to wipe her boyfriend down. The poor boy had been absolutely coated in fluids, despite him topping ¾ times.

When she started cleaning his lower body, he startled, and then woke up. His eyes wandered lazily around the room before seemingly remembering what had happened.

"Yuko, I-" he croaked, but he winced in sore muscle pain.

"Don't hurt yourself sweetie." Yuko chided, and kissed his forehead. "You've been through a lot today."

"I'm so sorry." He mumbled, sitting up and curling his legs up so he could hug them.

"Don't be. You didn't hurt me. Fuck, I actually really liked it." She sighed, slipping into bed with him. She laid them both down and pulled his head into her chest. "But you need some rest. We both do."

He sighed, and soon drifted into sleep. Yuko stayed awake, basking in the afterglow.