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Boss Teal (chapter 10): then I'll delete your FanFiction account
dalek117: And it's here!
Ninjatana Warrior: *drama intensifies*
caetlyn27: I DONT KNOW WHY ITS ALWAYS LOUIE!
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Boss Teal: Maybe I made a tiny reference ;) and we'll see if the ship prevails
Let's Dewey It: Aw shucks. You guys think I'm amazing, but let's be real, I'm not that good. I'm a decent author. Every author can improve, nobody's perfect
Guest: Violet does have 2 dads, but I wrote chapter 3 of this fic wayyy before Challenge of the Senior Woodchucks aired, and I'm too lazy to change it :)
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riverajocabed1: See? You understand my chapters, and I love you for it. I'm sorry about those families who've experienced a loss. And nope. Maybe Daisy wanted to sleep with Donald ;))
And no, I do not sleep, which is WHY so many people tell me to take care of myself and take longer and more frequent breaks. It's currently 5:35AM, and I've been staring at a screen since 9PM. I hear the birds outside
THIS is the chapter where we finally see which couple "does it" first ;) and if you guessed correctly, I applaud you
I need to get some sleep, but meanwhile, you guys enjoy chapter 31 :)))))
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To make matters worse, it had started to rain.
They had just left the bar, only to find no Louie. Huey desperately tried to track down Louie's cell signal, but the storm kept interfering. Dewey started to get frustrated as he was having a difficult time seeing due to the storm. Webby tried her best to keep both brothers calm, but even she was getting agitated.
"Oh my god." Webby gasped.
They saw 3 bodies on the sidewalk in front of an alley. One was wearing a green hoodie.
"No…" Dewey murmured.
They got out of the car and rushed towards the bodies. They saw Louie lying in a pool of his own blood. The other two bodies were groaning.
"DEWEY! GET THE CAR!" Huey howled when he saw Louie's pale and bleeding body.
"CHECK FOR A PULSE!" Dewey screamed back, getting the car.
Huey mentally scolded himself. This wasn't the time to be emotional! Shakily, he brought his fingers to Louie's neck, and felt a faint pulse.
"IT'S THERE! HURRY!" Huey shouted.
While Huey and Dewey dealt with Louie, Webby grabbed one of the groaning bodies, and pinned him against the wall. She grabbed her grappling hook and pressed it against its forehead.
"Who are you?!" Webby snarled.
"I-I-I'm Big Time!"
"WHY IS MY BROTHER UNCONSCIOUS?!" Webby demanded.
"I-I don't know! I don't know anything!"
"Don't give me that shit!" Webby growled, pressing the gun deeper into his head.
"It's all my brother! Bouncer!"
Weby viciously punched Big Time across the jaw, knocking him unconscious once again. She dragged his body towards Bouncer's and aimed her grappling hook at them. Webby fired the grappling hook, and the rope wrapped around them, bounding both Bouncer and Big Time's bodies together.
Meanwhile, Huey took off his shirt, leaving him in a tank top. He pressed the shirt against Louie's stomach. Most of the blood looked like it was coming from there. From the looks of it, he had gotten stabbed. Huey ripped some fabric from his khakis, and securely wrapped it around the nasty gash on Louie's head. Webby momentarily glanced at Huey, and quizzically wondered why he was putting on a sudden stripshow, but then she realized that he was applying pressure on Louie's wounds to stop the bleeding.
Dewey helped Huey lift their brother into the car, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Webby stuff two bodies into the trunk. He shrugged it off.
"Webby! Step on it!" Dewey pleaded.
Webby took the wheel and sped them towards the Hospital.
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Everything hurt.
Louie tried to open his mouth to say something, but couldn't find the strength. He was vaguely aware of being pinched and poked while people spoke quickly, but everything was a blur. His eyes fluttered open a fraction of an inch, and all he could see was red. He registered that it was blood, which shocked him. Louie heard a monitor beeping erratically as he realized the blood was coming from him. Two EMTs were working frantically to stop the bleeding coming from his stomach, head, arms, and neck. Louie's vision started to blur.
"Hold on, kid, we're almost there," a voice said.
Suddenly, Louie couldn't breathe any more. He made a gurgling noise before coughing intensely and spitting out a mouthful of blood. The monitors he was hooked up to all started beeping rapidly, as the EMTs quickly rolled him on his side as he vomited more blood, and Louie felt blood dripping from his nose.
Louie felt his whole body tense up and start to shake, and the sounds quickly faded as he slipped into darkness.
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Huey's eyes fluttered open, and he was a bit confused at his surroundings. Then he vaguely remembered where he was. He was in the Hospital's waiting room, and realized that he had fallen asleep on a few of the chairs. The past few hours were a blur. Huey dimly remembered Webby speeding to the hospital where some paramedics lifted Louie onto a gurney and rushing him into the Emergency Room.
Huey groaned. His neck was really stiff.
Huey noticed Dewey sitting down, sipping an energy drink. Webby was calmly asleep on his shoulder. Dewey looked horrible. His hair was sticking out all over the place, he had dark bags under his eyes, and his shirt was stained with Louie's blood. He was sitting on one of the chairs, looking outside a window. The sky was still dark.
"Did you sleep at all?" Huey questioned.
Dewey solemnly shook his head no. "I figured one of us had to be awake to hear some news about Louie."
He gave Huey a sly smirk.
"And I know you can barely stay awake past midnight, you old man." Dewey chuckled.
Huey rolled his eyes, and realized that many people were giving them quizzical stares. He looked down at himself, and realized why: he was still damp from the thunderstorm, his tank top, which was once white, was soaked in Louie's blood, and so were his pants. Huey gave the strangers an apologetic look, and they gave him a small, empathetic smile in return.
"What time is it?" Huey asked, sitting up and stretching.
"About 4AM." Dewey said.
"Any news about Louie?" Huey asked.
"None yet." Dewey frowned.
"Well, surgery isn't quick," Huey sighed.
"Or cheap. Uncle Scrooge is going to freak out." Dewey mumbled.
Huey frowned. "Dewey, this the last thing Uncle Scrooge would be petty about."
Dewey didn't meet his eyes.
"Hey," Huey said, gently taking the energy drink away from him. "How about I stay awake? Catch some Z's, Dew."
"But…" Dewey tried.
Huey shook his head. "No, my decision is final. Get some sleep. I'll wake you up if there's any news."
Dewey groaned. He couldn't argue with Huey when his mind was made up. So, he gently leaned his head on top of Webby's and shut his eyes. It had only seemed like he had closed them for a few minutes until he heard the arguing.
"Leave him alone, Uncle Scrooge. It's my fault too!" Huey shouted.
Dewey's eyes snapped open to find his Uncle Scrooge glaring daggers at him. Donald, Della, and Ms. Beakley were right behind him. Sunlight streamed through the window, and he realized he was lying down on Webby's lap. Dewey sat up, and rubbed his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell us about Louie earlier?!" Scrooge demanded. "We were out all night searching, and then we come back to the mansion to find you three gone!"
"I'm sorry, I forgot—" Dewey tried.
"NO!" Scrooge roared. "You should've told us the second he was admitted into the hospital!"
"I didn't want you to worry!" Dewey yelled.
Hueu tried to intervene. "It's my fault too! I could've called you too, Scrooge!"
"Stay out of this, Huey!" Scrooge snapped harshly.
That was enough to set Dewey over edge, and he stood up and jabbed Scrooge in the chest with his finger.
"Leave. Him. Alone." Dewey growled.
Scrooge narrowed his eyes and shoved Dewey backwards.
"Scrooge!" Beakley yelled.
Dewey was caught by Huey and Webby, and they glared at Scrooge.
"MAYBE IF YOU WERE LIKABLE, YOU AND MA BEAGLE WOULDN'T BE ENEMIES, AND THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED!"
Scrooge scowled. "DO NOT BLAME THIS ON ME!"
"FUCK YOU!" Dewey screamed.
Webby's eyes widened. It was all too similar to the time Huey and Donald had fought. Dozens of people were starting to stare at Scrooge and Dewey.
"MAYBE THAT BOMB INSIDE OF YOU SHOULD EXPLODE!"
"SCROOGE!" Donald shrieked.
Dewey felt a sharp pain rise in his chest… did his uncle really just say that to him?
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Della yelled.
Scrooge and Dewey stopped arguing and glared at her.
"Dewey, I want you to go home now." Della snarled.
"Mom, I—"
"GO!" she yelled.
Dewey glared at her.
"You heard your mother. Leave." Scrooge snarled.
"Fine," Dewey growled. He glared at the crowd staring at them. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" he demanded.
The crowd quickly dispersed. Dewey roughly pushed past his Uncle and Huey and Webby followed Dewey out of the hospital.
"That was the wrong way to handle the situation, Scrooge." Beakley growled.
Scrooge turned to glare at Beakley when he heard the harsh tone of her voice.
"He needed comfort! Not someone to yell at him! Imagine how much you hurt him with that bomb comment!" Beakley chastised.
Della and Donald were glaring at him.
"Completely uncalled for," Donald said, shaking his head, his eyes hard and his mouth frowning.
"Shut it, Donald." Scrooge snapped. "No one asked your opinion."
"Fuck you," Donald snarled, baring his teeth and attempting to lunge at Scrooge, but Beakley and Della held him back. "I'm not just going to sit here and watch you yell at Dewey for no damn reason!"
"No damn reason?!" Scrooge snarled.
Della quickly interposed herself between the two before an all out fight ensued.
Beakley continued. "This argument is quickly escalating into something that might not be able to be repaired. Scrooge, you need to-"
"I don't need to do anything." Scrooge snarled.
He shook his head angrily, still believing his feelings to be justified as he stormed out of the hospital.
Donald shook himself out of Della's grip. He was seething, pacing around the room and mumbling to himself. Beakley watched with a sad expression. His emotions were jumbled, a mixture of shock and horror on Dewey's behalf and anger towards his Uncle's thoughtless actions.
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The teenagers were outside the hospital, and Dewey was pacing around angrily.
"Dew, don't worry, we'll get this all straightened out," Webby said softly.
"He's just… urgh! He's just such a fucking bastard sometimes," Dewey said, punching his fists down in the air.
Huey scowled. "Dewey, we're not getting anywhere by being angry and resentful at each other."
"You're supporting Scrooge?!" Dewey asked harshly.
Huey glared at him. "No, but he had his reasons. That wasn't the right way to handle the situation."
Dewey narrowed his eyes. "You're fucking defending him?!"
Huey glared at him. "Does it look like I'm defending him?!"
"Enough!" Webby boomed. "We'll sort things out when we get home!"
Dewey didn't say one word during the car ride. Once they reached the mansion, he went upstairs and turned on the shower.
"That was rough." Huey frowned, sitting on the couch. "It wasn't his fault. I was just as guilty."
"Scrooge was just angry."
Huey scowled. "He should've yelled at me too."
"Huey, it's not your fault." Webby reasoned.
Huey sighed.
"Why don't you go shower?" Webby suggested.
"Okay."
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Webby noticed Dewey's disheartened look. Almost losing his brother and being yelled at by his Uncle in public had really done a number on him. Webby watched her boyfriend from a distance. He was in the kitchen, picking at his food with his fork. He seemed to have lost his appetite.
Not a good sign.
"Hey!" Webby said cheerfully, walking into the kitchen.
"Hey, Webbs…" he gloomily murmured, not looking up from his plate.
"You okay?"
Dewey shot her a grumpy look.
"Sorry, standard question." she shrugged.
At this, Dewey slightly smiled.
"So?" Webby asked, choosing her words carefully. "How are you holding up?"
"Not good." he frowned.
"I can see that."
"I guess I'm just angry."
"With who?"
"Everyone. With the Beagle Boys, Scrooge, and I'm pissed about the whole situation with Louie." he grumbled.
"Dewey, it's okay to be angry," Webby said soothingly, placing her hands on his shoulders.
Webby noticed how Dewey immediately melted into her embrace. Ever since Louie was admitted into the hospital, he'd been craving her physical affection a lot more than usual. After a quick mental debate, Webby decided to give him what he wanted. She dimmed the dining room lights, and he gave her a questioning gaze.
"Webby?"
"I'm here for you, Dewey."
With that, Webby straddled him, and proceeded to kiss him. Dewey melted into the kiss and hungrily deepened it. His hands ran up her shirt, and Webby softly moaned when she felt him trace her the curve of her breasts.
"Dewey…" Webby moaned when he started to kiss her neck.
She threw her head back as he began to lightly nibble her neck. Dewey deeply inhaled her scent.
"Webby," he murmured throatily. "I want you tonight."
She blushed and her heart pounded in her chest. Was she ready to take their relationship to the next step? Webby glanced at Dewey, and his dark eyes were intense, almost pleading. She could tell he was trying his best to restrain himself, but the dark pools of lust in his eyes said otherwise. He bit his lip anxiously, waiting for her answer.
He looked so… cute.
"Dewey… I'm ready." she decided
He grinned and carried her all the way to her bedroom. Once inside the room Dewey pressed Webby into the door causing it to slam shut a little louder than expected with her additional weight. Neither seemed to notice the amount of noise they had caused to be absorbed in the feeling of each other's mouth. Both their hands wondered shamelessly up and down the other's body, massaging and squeezing in alternate areas. Growls and moans echoed throughout the room adding fuel to the burning fire within the two lovers. Dewey's hands caressed her back, groping her buttocks every so often. He threw her on the bed, and gave her a goofy grin.
"What is it?" she asked, blushing.
"You're beautiful."
Webby blushed even harder. "S-shut up and kiss me, you dork."
He laughed, and climbed onto the bed, straddling her. Her hands crept slowly and slyly from behind his neck to down his front, sliding up his shirt to rest against Dewey's heart. Webby could feel it pounding in his chest as his hands trailed up and down her back, caressing her soft, supple skin and leaving exploding fireworks in her wake. She felt a thrill of excitement as he growled, forcing her backward until her back was pressed against the mattress, not breaking from kissing her. Webby gave a moan of mind numbing pleasure, pulling herself up so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly close. Dewey trailed his lips down her neck and chest, leaving burning fire in his wake.
As Dewey yanked her top off her body roughly, she could only think about how good she felt, and how she never wanted him to stop, both their hearts racing as he touched her in ways that only he had ever done, and would only ever be able to do.
Trying not to chuckle, Dewey supported his weight as he hovered over her, a crooked smile lighting up his eyes. Her chest heaved again and again as her shirt disappeared off of her gently, shortly followed by her bra. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as Dewey crushed his mouth to her hardened peak, sucking roughly as his hand pulled and tweaked her opposite nipple. She slid her hands to his head, tugging on his unruly white locks as her back arched in ecstasy. Webby's arousal began to pool between her thighs, and she rubbed them unconsciously against Dewey's growing hardness, trying to gain relief. His answering gasp was pleasure-filled, and he began to thrust his hips against hers. She didn't bother being quiet with her moaning, as she knew that most of the mansion would be asleep by now.
As he nibbled and licked her breasts, her hands found the buttons on his shirt, and she eagerly undid them quickly. Dewey took a quick break from devoting his attention to her perfect breasts to shrug out of his shirt, and before he got the chance to bend his head over her again, Webby unbuckled his belt, impatiently shoving his pants down and off of his toned thighs. As she did this, Dewey gently tilted her head up to look into her eyes, asking her for permission to do the same to her, which was quickly granted by the certainty and love in her eyes. He slowly, agonizingly tugged her skirt down and past her ankles, leaving both of them only in their underwear. Dewey slowly trailed his lips back up to hers, sucking and kissing her sweet skin as he went.
He kissed her again, softly this time, love and caring injected into their embrace as her hands slid around him to wrap around his back. It quickly turned desperate as Dewey gently, painfully slid his tongue across her lips, begging her with his moans of pleasure to grant him entrance. Instantly, her mouth dropped open, and with a gasp he plunged his tongue inside. Their tongues met and danced in a complex tango together as they gripped each other's hair. Her cheeks flamed a color as he slowly slid his hand down her stomach and into her lacy white panties. She whimpered desperately into his mouth as he ran his index finger up and down the sides of her warmth, slyly avoiding the place where she needed him the most.
He finally broke away from her, and he looked deep into her dark eyes. His eyes never left hers as he slowly eased her panties down her legs. When they were finally off of her body, Dewey gently pushed her backward, so that she was lying on her back with her womanhood completely exposed to him. Webby's legs opened subconsciously as he caressed her thighs softly, inviting him to touch her while the scent of her arousal entered his nostrils. It smelled musky with a hint of flowers, and something else that he couldn't quite put a title on.
He bent his head so that when he exhaled, it was on her wet clit. Webby jumped in surprise as she felt him breathing on her center. Instantly, she sat up, reaching down to grab his face in her hands as her lips parted lustfully. She wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, Dewey by her side with these wonderful feelings swirling around her.
"Dewey…"
He cut her off with a chaste kiss to her lips. He rested his forehead on hers as he smiled.
"I want to."
He said it with certainty, and before she realized what was happening, Dewey licked slowly all the way across the length of her center. Moaning loudly from the sensations that rushed through her, Webby let her head fall backward as Dewey explored her with his mouth. He didn't leave a single stone unturned, taking his time to learn everything about her. Dewey could feel his hardness growing inside of his boxers as he pleased the beauty lying before him, until it was almost painful.
Webby panted as he suckled and kissed his way around her warmth. A high pitched keen erupted from her lips as his tongue flicked past her swollen nub, and her back arched painfully up into his touch.
"Dewey," Webby breathed, her heart pounding desperately in her chest as his tongue moved away from her clit to explore some more. "More."
Her heart clenched with emptiness as he pulled his lips away from her slick pussy to look up at her. She squirmed slightly under his tender gaze, completely exposed to him.
"Show me," he murmured, blushing slightly that he didn't know what made her feel the best.
Noting the brightness in his cheeks, Webby threw him a dazed smile as she looked up at him, desire clearly written in her eyes. Gently, she took his hand and slowly trailed it down from her waist to her swollen nub, gasping as his digit made contact with the little bundle of nerves.
"Right there," Webby whimpered, her head falling back as he slowly circled it with his hands. Suddenly, without warning, Dewey seemed to get his confidence back, and crushed his mouth to the area that was Webby's sweet spot.
"Oh god!" she shrieked, her hips jerking slightly as she tried to push him closer to her clit, her eyes flying closed as her whole body seemed to tremble.
She felt as if she was soaring up a steep cliff, the top getting closer and closer as he flicked her nub with his tongue with just the right amount of roughness without hurting her. She reached her peak without warning, and she screamed Dewey's name as she tumbled over the edge. Her thighs twitched against Dewey's head as he continued to suck on her clit.
Just when she thought that she couldn't take it anymore, Dewey moved his mouth down slightly, lapping up her juices as they poured out of her opening. A smaller orgasm ripped through her as she clenched her teeth, her eyes still shut while she rode it out. Finally, Dewey lifted his head up, and when he saw Webby lying there drenched in sweat, her chest heaving from the aftershocks, he slowly kissed his way back up her body until he was at her lips again. She had never looked more beautiful than she did then, and he took great pride in knowing that he was the person responsible for her undoing.
Webby moaned softly into his mouth as he pressed his painful hardness into her leg. Still kissing Dewey, Webby carefully pushed Dewey back so that she was lying on top of him. She reluctantly pulled away from his kiss to make her way down to the edge of his boxers, but when she brushed her fingers across them, Dewey sat bolt upright. He stopped Webby's movements by placing his hand on her cheek, looking her in the eyes.
"You don't have to," he told her, still staring into her eyes. "I don't expect that in return."
Webby's cheeks flared as she tried to look down, but Dewey held her chin up by placing his other hand under it.
She gently pulled away from him, and with his help, she got his boxers down and off of his body. Webby's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Dewey's erection, wondering how on earth that was ever supposed to fit inside of her. As she stared in awe, a small drop of precum slid out of the slit on the top of its head, and she was suddenly interested in what it would taste like. Licking her lips, Webby carefully licked the tip of his cock, feeling his whole body shuddered as she did so. It tasted sweet, but salty at the same time, and she kind of liked it.
Scooting herself down so she was at a better angle, Webby slowly let Dewey's penis slide into her mouth, gagging slightly as she took about half of the total length inside. When it hit the back of her throat, Webby relaxed more, taking in about an inch and a half more before she decided it was getting hard to breathe. She let it slide halfway out of her mouth so that she could take a deep breath before taking it back in, finding a steady rhythm that made Dewey start to moan.
Webby felt Dewey's hands reach down to knead the back of her head, gripping tighter but not painfully as she picked up the pace. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down his member without any more discomfort to her. As Dewey's moans and grunts increased in volume, his hips twitching under her, she decided to try something. Carefully, she ran her teeth just slightly under his head, and Dewey let loose a breathy strand of curses.
"Fuck, Webbs," his head fell backward as his hips began to jerk erratically.
"Shit, that feels amazing."
Webby felt herself blush slightly as she sucked his cock, increasing the pleasure in response to his words.
"Oh god, I-I'm almost there, Webbs."
Webby bobbed her head up and down faster as she reached down, taking his balls in her small, smooth hand and gently squeezing them. This did it for Dewey, and his teeth clenched.
"I'm cumming!" he cried out.
Webby didn't make a move to stop, and Dewey released his cum inside of her, shocking her slightly at the total amount. However, she managed to swallow all of it, letting his semi-hard cock slide out of her mouth so that she could lick the excess off of her lips.
The sight of that was enough to make Dewey harden completely again, and he pushed himself forward, crushing his lips on Webby's. He flipped them over and she moaned when he straddled her. . Her eyes opened as he halted, waiting for her to say something. She nodded with a sly smile at the obvious question in Dewey's eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, reached up to brush a stray hair off of her face, lingering there. Webby's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into his hand.
"Yes." she said with certainty, reaching her own hand up to caress his cheek, her eyes opening slowly. "Just go slow."
"Always," Dewey smiled at his girlfriend before he lined up his member with her opening, still slick from the juices that flowed out of her.
"Oh, shit, I almost forgot." Dewey cursed.
"What is it?" Webby asked, propping herself onto her elbows.
"I don't have any protection."
Webby wordlessly reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Dewey grinned and kissed her.
"You're the best." he smiled, rolling the condom on.
Dewey aligned himself with her dripping wet entrances. A low, guttural moan escaped him as he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside of her tight opening, wanting nothing more than to plunge inside and make her his. But, he waited before slowly easing himself inside bit by bit, until he hit a wall inside of her.
Dewey briefly remembered hearing something about how extremely painful it was for a woman having sexual intercourse for the first time, but how the pain lessened if you relaxed. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Webby's, startling her, but she accepted his kiss without complaint, relaxing into him. When he felt her completely relax around him, he hurriedly pushed through the barrier blocking him from feeling all of Webby's warmth. She jerked in his arms as he slid fully into her, a strangled shriek escaping into his mouth as he whispered words of love to her, trying to calm her down. Her body heaved from the aftershock of the pain, and she squeezed her eyes shut as tears formed in her eyes.
Dewey kissed away tears as they cascaded down her cheeks, willing the pain away by staying absolutely still inside of her, although every instinct in his body screamed at him to start pounding into her. When her beautiful dark eyes finally opened again, they were filled with wariness, but no sign of pain.
"Okay," she whispered as he lay his head on her chest, directly over her heart.
Her arms automatically wound themselves around his neck as he listened to her heart beat steadily.
"Go slow, Dew…"
"Anything you want.."
Dewey closed his eyes as he carefully pulled himself most of the way out of her, before gently pushing back in, groaning softly as her tight warmth encased his shaft. She hissed in discomfort as he pumped agonizingly slow in and out of her, nails digging into his back. But, slowly, her grip relaxed and her hips started to move in sync with his, eliciting gasps from both of them.
"More," she moaned softly into his ear, and he understood her perfectly this time.
Steadily, Dewey began to pick up his pace, pushing in and out of her at a quicker tempo. Webby's eyes rolled back into her head as Dewey pumped quickly into her, gasping each time his head brushed the wall. Her heart began to thump erratically as he turned his head, taking her breast into his mouth as he made love to her. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to enter her even deeper, if that was possible. Dewey suddenly reached down to where they were connected, his fingers caressing her swollen nub as he pounded into her. The feelings of him on her breast, her clit, and inside her were too much, and she felt herself fall over the edge again as she cried out into his shoulder. Dewey did not stop—he picked up the pace once more as she came down from her high, making her eyes flutter with all of the sensations.
He moved his head from her breast to kiss her fervently, his movements becoming erratic as they moaned together. Impossibly, Webby felt herself fall over the edge once again, her scream silent again as she pulsed around him. At the same moment, Dewey tensed up, letting out a choked yell.
"Oh god, Dewey, yes, yes! Ooooh!" she broke their kiss and sobbed into his skin as she felt herself climaxing yet another time.
"Webby!" Dewey cried, halting his movements as he spasmed inside of the condom, releasing his seed and triggering Webby's fourth and final orgasm.
They found each other's lips as they cried out their release. Dewey collapsed on top of Webby, gasping for breath as her eyes rolled shut, lost in ecstasy, their hearts pounding wildly against each other. It was a few moments before Dewey had gathered enough strength in him to support his own weight again. Groaning, he slowly slid himself out of Webby's center, causing her to wince from slight discomfort. He fell onto the mattress beside her and slid the condom off of his member.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, looking over the curves and mountains of her gorgeous body, kissing her forehead gently.
Webby blushed furiously. "S-shut up, Dew."
He chuckled and kissed her. He laid down on his side, and Webby snuggled up to his chest, wrapping her arms underneath his armpit, raking her fingernails in his messy hair.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeated, kissing different parts of her body.
When he reached her lips he kissed her briefly before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I love you too." she whispered.
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Is anyone really surprised that it was Dewey and Webby?
Intense chapter or nah?
—Jordan :D