Ursus Style
''Cheers!''
''Cheers~!''
The clanking of mugs and uproarious laughter rung clearly through the spacious bar room, the tipsy giggles of stumbling girls and groans of half-unconscious Defenders mixing in to form a thrumming background tune.
The Doctor observed the celebrations with a wry smirk, sipping at his beer with much more reservation than his subordinates did. The room was originally a large dining room but some expert handiwork had changed the whole place into a bar room; the smooth wood tables filled with numerous Operators and the black granite bar-top filled with multiple empty glasses from various patrons exploiting the free alcohol.
Despite the copious amounts of alcohol being consumed the Doctor saw no reason to stop them, watching the room from beneath his hood. Their most recent victory against Reunion had been a hard-fought one, and he wasn't going to ruin that by cutting people off unnecessarily – most had the common sense to not get black-out drunk, and those he cut off were reasonable enough to agree; however reluctantly.
''Want another glass, Doctor?''
With a light hum the Doctor glanced behind the bar over at Matterhorn, the buff Defender wearing an unbuttoned tuxedo. Something about losing a bet with Cliffheart, if he remembered right. Idly he nodded and Matterhorn smiled, smoothly refilling his glass with more beer and passing it back to him, the buzzing liquid trickling down his throat with a single deep gulp.
Laughter across the room drew his eye briefly, smiling as he watched Hoshiguma smack Ch'en on the back as the dragon-girl chugged at a keg of beer, the whole table cheering the red-faced enforcer on. Ch'en soon plunked the keg down and wiped her wet chin clean, swaying but still conscious – smirking victoriously at her opponent. Lappland however took it as a challenge, grabbing the keg with one hand and slugging it back even faster than Ch'en did; using her other hand to pet an unconscious Texas on the head.
The Doctor shook his head in amusement, knowing full well the entire table would be regretting their competition in the morning. Instead he turned his attention back to his drink, fully intent on chatting up Matterhorn about his life back home – when a stumbling figure approached the bar to his right.
''Matterhorn... another...!'' Zima slurred her words as she slammed her mug down on the bar, her face flushed a buzzing red and her eyes unfocused.
''Ehehe...'' Giggling made him look down; finding Gummy wrapped around Zima's leg, eyes closed and a happy, drunk smile on her lips. ''But Ziiiima, you caaan't~!''
Matterhorn seemed to be of the same mind. ''Apologies, but I think you've had plenty tonight, Miss Zima.''
Zima grew annoyed fast. ''Hah? I've only had – hic – twelve glasses, I can... I can handle a helluva a lot more.''
The Doctor decided then was the time to intervene. ''You've had enough Zima. You can barely walk.''
Zima turned her annoyed glare onto him. ''I can walk, just- just fine.''
''You caaan't~!''
''Shut up, Gummy... and let go of my damn leg!''
''But you're so warm~''
The Doctor smiled wryly, slipping off his stool. ''Don't make me make it an order, Zima. You'll end up with no alcohol next time we have a party if you keep this up.''
Zima twitched, visibly displeased with him pulling rank – but after a moment she gave in, grumbling incoherent curses and making a sour face. She tugged her leg out of Gummy's barely-conscious hands and tried to walk away but ended up stumbling, visibly disoriented. Seeing that he glanced back at the curious Matterhorn and waved him off; telling the Defender he'd handle it.
''I think you should head back to your room.'' The Doctor said lightly, earning another sour look from Zima. ''I'll take you there, if you don't want to walk alone.''
Zima kept up her annoyed glare for all of three seconds before giving in, puffing out a huff and nodding. Seeing that he smiled and gently took her arm, guiding her past the throngs of people and busy tables; making sure to keep an eye on her lest she trip. Zima normally wasn't keen on letting people in her personal space but this time she didn't shove him away, probably too drunk to really care about it.
The thrum of the party dimmed as they exited into the hallway outside; the air much cooler without the numerous warm bodies to heat it up. Soon near-silence fell upon the two of them, the halls silent as he guided Zima to the elevator and took them up to the dormitory wing. Despite her initial protests the foul-mouthed Vanguard began to lean on him for support, her eyes fluttering multiple times as the alcohol undoubtedly wore at her.
''We're here.'' The Doctor gently shook his brunette companion, smiling when her eyes fluttered back open – sharpening into a glare as she pulled off him, flushing a faint pink.
Zima's room was one of the first on this floor, so the brunette bear-girl didn't need to take more than a few steps before reaching her door, grumbling as she fumbled about for her key-card. She found it soon enough but struggled to get it into the lock – jamming it in too fast or rough and making the machine misread; causing the Vanguard to growl in drunken frustration.
With a slight smile the Doctor approached, gently taking the card out of her hands and sliding it through. Her door clicked open and she stumbled inside, the light off but failing to hide her surprisingly neat and organised room; the black-and-red colour scheme matching her style.
However before he could bid her goodbye Zima suddenly reached out, grabbing a rough handful of his jacket – and yanking him inside her room, slamming the door shut behind him.
''N-Nn?!'' The Doctor grunted in surprise as his back hit the door – his cheeks immediately dusting pink as Zima leaned in, her alcohol-thick breath tickling his chin. ''Z-Zima...?''
''You better make it up to me for cutting me off.'' The Vanguard growled at him, her hands gripping his jacket tight enough to strain the fabric.
He swallowed, his heart beating faster as he realised it was only the two of them in the entire dorm wing. ''...and... how would I do that?''
Zima smirked sharply, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. Without saying a single syllable she grabbed his collar with her right and roughly yanked his head down to her level – and smashed their lips together in a rough, messy kiss. He gasped in surprise and Zima took full advantage of his shock; wasting no time in shoving her tongue into his mouth, the taste of vodka registering in his mind as their tongues writhed against one another.
''M-Mn...'' The Doctor laid his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back from the abrupt kiss and panting for air. ''Zima... you're too drunk...''
''Like I care.'' Zima pushed her body against his, letting him feel the curves she possessed. ''If I can't get blackout drunk than you better fuck my brain out instead.''
He blushed a dark hue at her bold words, his embarrassment only worsening at the knowledge she wasn't exaggerating a single word – nor even trying to hide her desire. Unconsciously he swallowed the dry saliva in his mouth, realising that nobody would be around to interrupt them if he agreed; and that Zima wouldn't regret it either. Even if she did, she would likely brush it off rather than lament over it. And it was his fault she couldn't have her fill of alcohol...
Zima took his silence as a yes, gripping his collar once in warning before smashing her lips against his in another wild kiss, forcing a surprised moan from his throat. Slowly he began to give in; kissing the fiery girl back and savouring the approving groan that rumbled from her throat, her left hand snaking up and around his neck. His own hands came to rest on her sides, holding onto her until slowly sliding them down to her waist, arousal bubbling inside his gut.
''Mmph...'' Zima broke off the kiss, exhaling alcohol-thick breath into his face. ''Stop fuckin' hesitating...''
The Doctor opened his mouth to reply but Zima was having none of it; crashing their lips together in yet another rough kiss. This time he was more prepared for it and kissed her back with equal passion, daringly obeying her words and sliding his hands down to her ass – groping her smooth butt appreciatively. Zima groaned hotly into the kiss and her hands went to his jacket, ripping the zipper down and immediately beginning to unbutton his undershirt.
After the third button Zima gave up and simply ripped his shirt open, sending buttons pinging off into the darkness of her bedroom. The second his shirt spilled open Zima was there; raking her nails across his chest with feral intensity, forcing a stilted groan from his throat. The slight pain prompted him to break off the deep kiss and tip his head back but that proved to be a mistake; a low moan escaping him as Zima pushed her face into his neck and sucked on the front of his throat, her sharp teeth grazing his thin flesh.
''A-Ah... Zima...'' The Doctor shuddered at the dangerous sensation – the sensation like his neck was in the jaws of a wild beast.
As if to reinforce that illusion Zima buried her face into his shoulder, biting his shoulder forcefully and drawing blood. Her nails dug into his chest as she raked them down his skin as if punishing him for taking her alcohol away, tempting him to daringly squeeze her butt – shivering at the sound of her low moan. Taking that as a good sign he fondled her ass more roughly, her silky red pantyhose making it feel even better.
Her left hand slid down his chest before reaching his pants, unbuckling his belt with clumsy quickness and unzipping his pants, causing them to slip down his legs and fall to the floor. Without pause Zima shoved her hand into his boxers and grabbed his cock, squeezing it tight and jerking him off with rapid, unrelenting bobs of her wrist; the sudden stimulation forcing a gasp from his lips.
''Hmhm...'' Zima snickered, sucking on his shoulder. ''You're such a cowar- Mn~!''
Zima's taunting words were cut short as he brought his hand down – spanking her pantyhose-clad ass. Her butt jiggled against his hand and the bear-girl moaned into his shoulder, enticing him to do it again, then again; repeatedly bringing his hand down on Zima's ass and filling her bedroom with the resounding smack sound. His spanking only made Zima bite his shoulder more roughly, blood staining her lips as she licked and kissed his bitten shoulder better, jerking him off at the same time.
Growing bolder the Doctor slid his right hand around to her front, slipping his hand under her skirt and down her pantyhose; diving beneath her thin panties and cupping her pussy. Zima shuddered at his boldness but didn't tell him to stop, giving him the courage to stroke her smooth womanhood – the Vanguard's stilted groans of pleasure tickling his shoulder as he rubbed her pussy.
''M-Mnph...'' She pulled her teeth out his skin and nuzzled his neck, panting. ''That's it, Doctor... stop being such a fuckin' weakling... and just fuck me already...''
Deciding to test the truth of that he rubbed her off faster, feeling her grow wet against his hand – and prompting him to shove three fingers into her pussy. Instantly Zima's knees buckled and she let out a deep moan, her nails latching onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of her womanhood with feverish rolls of his wrist, her wetness becoming even more apparent as his digits slid in and out of her.
Zima's thighs clamped together as he moved his hand faster; finger-fucking the bear-girl with increasing intensity. She moaned and grunted as his arousal-coated fingers repeatedly disappeared into her pussy, the wet slap of skin-on-skin fluttering through the bedroom as he got the fiery girl off. He could intimately feel her wet insides clench and squeeze his fingers every time he hit a sensitive spot inside her, only enticing him to finger her more intensely; his other hand still groping her perky ass.
''A-Ah...'' Zima squeezed his cock one more time before uncurling her fingers. ''Shit...''
The Vanguard grabbed his hand and pulled it out her panties, giving him pause. Zima took advantage of his brief surprise and grabbed his shoulder, spinning them around so she was the one leaning against the door – smirking sharply up at him as she dropped a hand down to her crotch, grabbed her lush red pantyhose; and promptly tore a hole in the front to reveal the black panties beneath. Said panties were pushed aside with a simple tug, revealing her glistening-wet womanhood to him.
''Fuck me.'' Zima growled at him, her sharp eyes telling him she'd fuck him instead if he refused.
However the Doctor had no more hesitation left; grabbing her right thigh with thinly-veiled eagerness and lifting it up, giving him the room to push his rock-hard cock against her pussy. Zima shivered with anticipation and gazed down at his cock, her wild eyes soaking in the sight of his dick pressing against her lower lips, spreading them apart slightly – before with a slow roll of his hips he guided his cock inside her, sinking into her pussy.
''Ahh... finally~'' Zima let out a soft groan, sexual relief bubbling off her tongue.
Dimly wondering how long it'd been since she last got off the Doctor grasped her other hip with his free hand, groaning as buried himself deep inside Zima. The bear-girl shot her gaze up to his and smirked feistily, one hand snapping up and grabbing the back of his head – roughly pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss. One he gladly returned, groaning into her mouth and meeting her hungry tongue halfway, their wet appendages wrestling and writhing together relentlessly.
Even as they kissed he kept moving; slowly rocking his hips and sinking his cock deeper inside her womanhood. She was wet enough that she didn't feel much discomfort, and even then she was intoxicated enough that it barely registered. At her lustful groan he began moving faster, pumping his cock deeper inside Zima with each thrust until two-thirds of his ample length was snugly buried inside her womanhood, her inner walls tightly constricting his length.
''Haah...'' Their tongues separated as Zima pulled back, her alcohol-thick breath tickling his nose. ''Fuck me.''
That was all the encouragement he needed; rearing his hips back and swiftly plunging back inside. Zima threw her head back and moaned, her voice taking on a lustful growl as he shoved his cock back inside her again, then again – repeatedly pounding himself into her wet pussy and burying his shaft deeper and deeper inside each time. The door behind her clicked and rattled slightly but neither cared, too lost in their own fucking to mind.
A groan rumbled from his throat as Zima tightened around him, and not a moment later Zima crashed their lips together once more – biting his bottom lip hard. He retaliated by curving his left hand around to her ass and spanking her, loving the way her butt jiggled into his hand and her lips parted in a moan. He took the lead this time and shoved his tongue into her mouth, dominating her tongue as he kept pounding her tightening pussy, her inner walls lustfully clenching around his dick.
''Mmph... Mm... fuck... fuck~'' Zima breathed against his lips, gripping his shoulders. ''Faster, god go fucking faster!''
The Doctor complied without hesitation, a thrill of arousal shooting up his spine as he pounded her harder – extracting a throaty moan from Zima as he finally bottomed out inside her womanhood, hitting her cervix with his cock. The sensation of his entire cock being engulfed by her hot tightness only encouraged him to speed up; hammering her pussy with ravenous abandon and forcing a slew of uncontrollable moans from Zima, her expression melting into lustful bliss as she took his cock.
An idea struck him and he acted on it without hesitation, slowing his thrusts to a stop. Before Zima could complain he released her right leg and grabbed her ass instead with both hands – and pulled her up.
''Mn?!'' Zima's nails scratched his shoulders as they dug into his flesh. ''Y-You- ah~!''
Without hesitation he pulled the sharp-tongued girl down his cock, thrusting up into her dripping pussy even as he carried her over to the bed – each shaky step punctuated by several rapid thrusts, his cock easily sinking up into her pussy. Zima scratched and clawed at his shoulders but had no complaints, erotic moans racing off her tongue as she took the pounding with open lust, her tongue hanging out her open mouth as sucked in lungfuls of air.
He reached her bed swiftly and knelt down, dropping the both of them onto the bed with her pinned beneath his larger frame. Her arms slid around his neck and her nails scratched his back, holding him flush against her panting body, and he didn't resist – lustfully pounding himself deep inside Zima so passionately the bear-girl threw her head back with a gasp, a slew of foul curses slipping off her tongue as he repeatedly bottomed out inside her.
''Fucking s-shit~!'' Zima gasped out, raking her nails down his back. ''Harder!''
The Doctor obeyed eagerly; pounding the swearing Vanguard into the bed, his cock seamlessly slipping in and out of her quivering pussy. She clenched tighter and tighter around him but he didn't stop; relentlessly pounding her womanhood until her voice cracked and grew hoarse, forcing her to swallow her saliva. Their eyes met and in an instant she leaned up, smashing their lips together in a messy kiss that lasted only a few moments; before she instead shoved her face into his shoulder, and bit down hard.
''N-Nn...!'' The Doctor's thrusts briefly slowed, causing her nails to dig into his back harder as punishment – encouraging him to immediate speed up again.
Zima let out a stilted cry into his shoulder, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he plunged into her faster and faster, her end rapidly drawing near. The mere thought of making her climax kept him going, his sore hips bucking back and forth as he slammed himself balls-deep inside Zima, her pussy coiling tight around his throbbing girth. Her nails dug into his skin rather than claw at it, clutching onto him for dear life as his pounding cock pushed her to her limit.
''Mmph... shht, shht...!'' Zima bit harder, screwing her eyes shut. ''Fhck, fhck- o-oh fhck fhck F-FHCK~!''
Her voice rose to a sharp scream as she suddenly bucked her hips towards him, her inner walls clamping ungodly tight around his pulsating shaft. The Doctor groaned, his hips slowing down as he let Zima ride out her orgasm, shuddering as the foul-mouthed Vanguard spasmed beneath him as her climax rushed through her body.
Slowly Zima's thrashing abated, her hands sliding off his scratched back as her orgasm came to an end – her teeth popping off his shoulder. ''Mn... f-fuck, you're good...''
The Doctor smiled tightly at her compliment, leaning back. Zima panted heavily beneath him, breathless as she gazed up at him with flushed cheeks. Without breaking eye-contact she unzipped her jacket and shrugged her arms out of it, groaning deeply when he ran his hands up her stomach and help pull her shirt up and over her head – revealing her medium-sized breasts clad in a simple black bra.
''Mm... you didn't cum yet?'' Zima asked lightly, her tone almost idle as she reached beneath her back and undid her bra latch.
''I have good stamina.'' He responded, lust bubbling inside him as she tossed her bra aside – revealing her boobs fully. While far from the biggest he'd seen, they had a rather alluring charm to them; neither too big nor too small.
Zima merely huffed, vaguely embarrassed she came before he did. Her breasts heaved wonderfully into his hands as he cupped them, gently fondling her breasts as she recovered from her climax – his dick still twitching inside her tight womanhood. Seeing that the Vanguard gently rocked her hips up and down, extracting a mutual moan from both of them as gentle pleasure sparked through their connected parts.
''Mm...'' The Doctor reared his hips back, pulling out. ''Get on your knees...''
''Hmph... now you're getting it.'' Zima smirked slightly at him and obeyed, rolling over onto her knees and planting her hands onto the bed – shaking her ass towards him. ''Cum inside if you want; I don't give a shit.''
He smiled in reply, laying his hands on her butt and giving it a lustful grope. Zima shuddered and shot him an annoyed look, masking her need behind a veil of irritation. Mercifully he didn't tease her for a more than a moment before getting behind the Vanguard, grasping his cock with one hand and lining it up with her dripping folds – and eagerly pushing back inside her.
''M-Mm~!'' Zima moaned deeply at the penetration, her inner walls clenching tight around his intruding shaft.
The Doctor groaned as she coiled tight around his shaft; holding her hips as he buried himself back inside her. Only when nearly his full length was snugly inside her did he begin to move; starting out in a quick, rhythmic pace – extracting a string of hot moans from Zima as he fucked her from behind, her hands gripping tight handfuls of the sheets. Just remembering what those nails of hers could do made him speed up; plunging himself balls-deep inside her quivering womanhood.
''Oh god, oh shit~!'' Zima grit out, hissing through her teeth as he pounded her. ''Fuck! D-Don't fuckin' st- Mm~!''
The Vanguard's hot, throaty curses only added to his burning arousal – a groan working its way out his throat as he slammed himself in and out her pussy, intimately feeling her inner walls clench tight around his girth. His pelvis repeatedly slapped against her peachy ass and she lustfully shoved herself back to meet his thrusts, both of them moaning when he finally bottomed out again.
Deciding to be bold the Doctor released her hips and spooned her, his hands swiftly reaching out and grabbing her biceps. Zima spat out a hot curse as he pulled her upper-body back while still pounding into her, making her breasts jiggle and bounce – the angle allowing Zima to look over her shoulder at him, glaring hotly at him. Unable to resist he dove in and captured her lips in a light, passion-fuelled kiss; one that Zima wholeheartedly returned as best she could.
''Mmph...'' Zima exhaled as their lips broke apart, a stuttering moan fleeing her open mouth as his cock repeatedly plunged into her wetness. ''Shit... s-so good...''
He smirked tightly at her breathy compliment, holding onto her arms as he kept pounding into her pussy. Zima couldn't hold the position for much longer however, wrenching her arms out of his grip and flopping down onto the bed, unashamedly burying her face into the sheets as he pounded her from behind – the covers doing little to stifle her lustful moans of pleasure. The sight of the previously-dominant girl with her head buried in the sheets fuelled the bubbling lust inside him, his cock throbbing inside her womanhood as he pounded her with desperate vigour.
Zima told him how she felt about that; crying out into the sheets and clawing at the covers, blindly shoving her ass back towards him. He slammed his cock back inside with increasing force, the wet smack of skin ringing through the air as he kept drilling her without a moment of pause, their orgasms rapidly rising to the surfaces – doubly so given how sensitive she was. Her knees buckled and quivered beneath her the longer he fucked her tightening pussy, her strength rapidly leaving.
''Fuck, fuck fuck... shit, I can't- oh god don't you fuckin' stop you asshole~!'' Zima swore heatedly into the sheets, her pussy clenching tight around him. ''F-Fuck, you- s-SHIT!''
Zima's sharp, carnal curse preluded her powerful climax – the bear-girl screaming into the bed as her second orgasm ripped through her. The Doctor gasped as she coiled tight around his pulsating cock, the inviting hotness too alluring to ignore; instinctively making him pound into her with frantic need, his orgasm rushing up his cock.
''C-Crap-!'' His pleasure hit its peak and he came with a gasp, shooting ropes of cum deep inside Zima mid-thrust.
The sudden hot rope of pleasure was too much for Zima; her knees giving out and falling flat against the bed. He didn't pull out however; pinning her flat against the sheets and pounding her pussy as both climaxed, shooting every last rope of cum deep inside her spasming pussy, only accentuating her mind-shattering climax.
Gradually his powerful thrusts slowed down, a groan rumbling from his throat as he finally came to a stop – collapsing atop Zima with a breathless groan. Her brown hair tickled his nose as he buried his face into it, inhaling her scent and unconsciously grinding himself against her ass, his cock slipping out mid-thrust and rubbing against her pantyhose-clad ass in a fit of lust.
''Mn... ahh~'' Zima groaned deeply into sheets, turning her head to the side so she could look up at him – sucking in lungfuls of air between mumbled words. ''Not... bad... Doctor...''
The Doctor groaned in reply, lifting himself off her prone body and sitting back on the bed, taking his time to catch his breath. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, the darkened room doing little to hide Zima's topless body as she sluggishly pushed herself up-
-and tackled him down onto the bed, straddling him.
''You bastard...'' Her harsh words were spoken in a deep, lustful tone. ''We're not done yet. Not by a long shot.''
As if to reaffirm that she reached down and grabbed his cock, pressing it against her dripping slit.
''We ain't stopping until you fuck me unconscious, got it~?''
''G-Got it...''
It would be early in the morning before Zima finally passed out, and he would find himself with the difficult task of explaining to Amiya the numerous bite and scratch marks on his body.
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