Okay, so a momentary rant... while I appreciate the input of those that are reading the story avidly, please don't flood the reviews with anonymous posts all claiming to be different people but obviously the same person... I don't hold it against you, I understand you want to see your ending, but all it does is clog up the reviews section.

So here's the deal: I'll still be counting anonymous votes, but if you could at least offer some feedback on the story as well to give it a bit of credence, that would be great. Otherwise I'm going to have to set up an off-site straw poll and see how that goes instead.

Rant over - thank you to everyone that reviewed and left their ending preferences! We crossed 1000 views in under a week! That I did not expect. Hope I'm sending a few shivers down spines while you read these; that's the point after all.

Unfortunately after this post, I don't have any buffer left, so it may be a few days before the next chapter. I pulled an unintentional all-nighter and cannot get my mojo going this morning to write the next one... and I'd rather take my time and give you something worth reading than pump out trash.

Here for the action? Skip down to the bold warning!

Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Knuckles' Prey

After he moves onto the bed for comfort, his shivers and moans only revitalized the hedgehog beside him. Ears twitching, she rolled over to watch his strong muscles flex as he rapidly jerked himself off, grunting in pleasure and throwing his head back as the sensations began to build beneath his hand. She had never seen Knuckles appear vulnerable before, but as his hips bucked in anticipation of his release his usual anger or stoic silence were replaced with need and weakness.

Since he didn't seem to have noticed her movement, Amy took this opportunity to move closer, closing the small distance between them to press a hand firmly between his quivering thighs. The echidna seemed to jump, his focus broken and hand flying from his engorged member to catch himself as he fell backwards. His eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed, breathing erratic given how close he was to finishing, actively retracting from her touch.

"Amy." Even breathless, his voice is insistent. She moves herself to maintain the contact, but he continues to wriggle away, getting back into an upright position and grabbing her wrist to halt her advance on the sensitive skin between his legs. Insistence turns into a stern warning. "Amy. No." As she angles her head to press her lips to hers once again, his other hand comes up to push her away at the chest. "I said no!"

The force used was much more than he intended, addled brain unable to manage his strength as well as usual. If he weren't holding on to her other wrist, she may have been thrown to the floor, but instead she was forced back onto the mattress. Knuckles stands and scoops his gloves up, intending to put them back on and leave immediately, but he hesitates as the young hedgehog bursts into tears and presses her face into a pillow, trying to stifle the sound of her heartbreak.

His anger dissipates slightly, rubbing his forehead with a still un-gloved hand. I have a girlfriend, for Chaos' sake. This should be an easy moral decision.

With a soft sigh, he sits down on the edge of the bed again, placing his gloves on the night stand. The girl continues to cry into her pillow with her back to him, curled up as tight as she can be, body shaking as she sobs. He places a hand on her back in an attempt to soothe her, but it seems to do the opposite, muscles tensing beneath his touch. "Amy, I-"

Unexpectedly, she pulls herself upright. Suddenly aware she is naked from the waist up, she grabs at the blankets around her and bunches them around her torso, tear-streaked face contorted I anger. "Don't touch me." Her tone is sharp, causing Knuckles to flinch and retract his hand into his lap. "I'll still mend your glove, but right now, I either need you to help me or leave me the fuck alone."

The echidna snorts slightly. "I'm pretty sure most people don't fuck their friends to help them, Aimes." She looks away, rubbing at the tear streaks with the back of her hand as he continues. "Look, I understand what you're going through. Rouge goes through mating season too and, even though we're together, I can barely keep up with her. That doesn't mean she goes and gets laid by every guy in town to to scratch the constant itch. She's already going to be pissed about what we did, you know? I was a mistake, but… I meant to help. To show my sympathy."

"I don't want your sympathy." The anger is beginning to fade from her face as she stares down at her covers, running the material through her fingers. She feels a little nauseous knowing she'd forced Knuckles to cheat on Rouge simply for her satisfaction. Sure, she hadn't minded so much with Sonic because he and Sally weren't official. That and she was still convinced he would come back to her eventually.

But Rouge was a friend, and she'd just been intimate with her man.

Silence follows as the two of them mentally berate themselves, wondering what they could have done differently to achieve an amicable outcome, but the reality is that such a conclusion would have been impossible. Both of them wanted entirely different things from the exchange, and as such conflict was bound to follow, leading to exactly the complications they were currently navigating.

The nausea abating, the deep desire to be filled came flooding back to the pink hedgehog, clouding her thoughts once again. Unsure whether it was the hormones preventing her from reacting to her moral compass or a conscious decision to disregard them in favour of sweet release from her torment, she would not know, but Amy found herself debating ways in which to get the echidna to embed himself within her.

Turning slightly to look at him, the guilt was written all over his face as he stared down at his hands, unsure what he should be doing in this situation. For a hot-head, he certainly cared what others thought of his actions, as well as the happiness of those he called friends. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage, she thought as she shifted a little closer to him again, resting a hand on his arm to attract his attention. "I need you, Knuckles. Please."

The red echidna shakes his head, though he doesn't attempt to remove her touch. A positive sign. "I want to help you, Amy, but I can't help you like that." The response she had been expecting, at least. Now she just hand to bend him to her will. She shuffled a little closer and moved her hand to his face, turning it gently to look at her, his features stricken with uncertainty due to the situation he found himself in.

"She would want you to help me, wouldn't she?" There's a hesitation, and then a very tentative nod, though he is obviously wary. "It's not like I want you to cheat on her, Knuckles, but… there's no one else who can help me here." A small lie, given she'd already mounted the two-tailed fox and ridden him into sexual maturity. There's another short pause before the echidna quietly agrees with her, his features starting to soften. "It can't be cheating if you're just helping me out, right?" She shifts closer still, mouth close to his ear now as she whispers. "If it makes you more comfortable… you can take me from behind, and pretend…"

The suggestion makes him think of Rouge, entirely naked and all fours on their bed, fingering herself to encourage his erection to grow, waiting for him to force himself inside her and pound into her pussy with the passion they had come to experience in their relationship. A slight blush crept across his cheeks at the memory, his member twitching in delight at the prospect of doing something similar to Amy now.

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Trailing a hand down his chest and feeling the muscles quiver at her touch, the hedgehog smiles into his ear as she continues in a sultry tone. "We can do it however you want, Knux, so long as that enormous, engorged erection I got a glimpse of earlier is deep within my pussy, I don't care what kinks you have." His breathing was beginning to come faster now, an inch of his penis poking out from its protective sheath simply from her words, the arousal spreading through his thighs getting harder to ignore.

Anger was prevalent in his system, and had often overflowed into sex with Rouge when they had been a new couple. For the sake of their relationship, he only allowed the primal urge he felt for complete dominance to take over only when she consented, but that wasn't very often; sex when he let go of all his inhibitions was not romantic, and he still questioned if it was remotely satisfying for Rouge to have her body used in such a way. Now, as Amy teased his arousal with her voice, promising him control over every aspect of the act, he was finding it impossible to disregard the need to take what he wanted from her.

If Amy had known of this problem, she may have reconsidered attempting to entice him to use her and by extension fulfilling her own desires. As such, while it was not entirely unexpected when he threw himself at her and pinned her to the mattress below, it was with more force than she anticipated. In the time it took her to regain her composure, her panties had been ripped from her body and discarded with her dress, boots and socks well on their way to the same fate.

An attempt to sit up slightly was thwarted as he pinned her back down again, holding both her wrists in one hand above her head as the other raised her hips unto his knees. "Knuckles?" The uncertainty in her tone was ignored as he leaned over her, penis in hand as he jerked himself to a full erection, panting gruffly into her face. Already regretting previous decisions, Amy attempted to free herself and throw her hips aside. There was an almost feral growl as he forced her body back to the position he had chosen for her, his throbbing erection pressed against her vaginal lips as her body quivered, though this time it was in fear, not anticipation. "Knuckles, please. I-"

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Without waiting for an answer, he thrust his entire length inside her, grunting as pleasure shot through his system.

Below him, Amy shuddered. Her vagina was already slick with juices, her hormones working both to maintain the lubrication and minimise any pain she may have felt from any forced penetration, a common occurrence during the mating season, when the air was thick with pheromones. Despite this, she writhed to free herself from his grasp, planting her feet on the mattress and bucking her hips in an attempt to throw the echidna's body from her own. Unfortunately, all it did was deepen his penetration, the tip of his penis pressing deeply into her sweet spot, making her gasp involuntarily.

Knuckles was not paying attention to anything she did, focus now solely placed on meeting his own desires. Not bothering with pleasantries such as kisses or affection he instead tightened his hold on her wrists and began to penetrate her repeatedly. The pink hedgehog moaned at the constant stimulation of the bundle of nerves within her, back arching by its own accord, brain beginning to daze, escape forgotten. She was being rewarded with what her own primal instincts sought, even if it was not how she had envisaged it.

Unlike the others, his pace was steady and regular, his other hand firmly gripping her ass to keep her still as he pounded into her again and again. It wasn't long before she was pushed over the edge, her internal walls contracting around the stiff length within, her mouth agape in bliss and spurring on his own orgasm. In response, he slowed to almost a crawl, enjoying the clenching of his engorged penis without being forced over his own edge just yet, not ready to surrender to the ultimate pleasure when there was so much more to be gained beforehand.

As the spasms of her inner walls calmed down, Amy found herself as spent as she always did, breathing heavily and her face flushed with afterglow. She was not, however, permitted to rest, Knuckles pulling her almost limp body into his lap and clutching her delicate frame to his taunt chest, barely hesitating before beginning to thrust deeply into her once more.

In his grasp, the female could only whimper. His thrusts were faster now, his length easily tormenting that sweet spot inside her with every penetration. Still spent from her first climax, she flopped uselessly against his rippling muscle and tightly wrapped her arms around his frame, fingers digging into shoulders for traction. His groin constantly slammed into her clitoris, sending extra shudders of pleasure through her limbs and forcing her ever closer to a second orgasm.

"Stop, please." The request was half-hearted and meek, the tone doing nothing other than spurring the stronger of the two on as he slammed into his prey, grunting and groaning into her ear as he neared his climax once again. Upon him, Amy's vagina clenched his length once more, sending shudders of ecstasy through his muscles as he slowed to prevent ejaculating, again savouring the torture of coming so close but still needing more stimulation to climax.

A sheen of sweat lay on her coat as she rode out her second orgasm, easily stronger than the first, her entire body shuddering in over-stimulation and ears dropping in exhaustion. Slumped against the echidna, she could do little to protest as he pulled her from his still throbbing member and threw her down on the mattress. Before she could speak, Knuckles rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips to meet his own, forcing the swollen appendage back inside her with a groan of delight.

The angle no longer favourable for her sweet spot, Amy regained some of her composure as he held her hips firmly, slamming into her with as much force as he could muster, his own shudders and moans becoming more frequent as he neared the long-awaited final thrust that would yield the sweet release he was building to.

Aware he was not going to waste time bringing her pleasure, she shifted to lean on one arm so the other could travel down to her clitoris, already moist with juices that had squirted out during the pounding she was taking. Rubbing vigorous circles, she began to forget again the position she found herself in, the dual pleasure of being thrust into repeatedly along with her own teasing bringing her closer to a third and final orgasm.

With a final thrust, Knuckles finally succumbed to the constant stimulation, a long, guttural moan escaping from his open mouth as he finally spilled his seed deep inside the pink hedgehog. Thrust after thrust, his length continued to spasm, forcing the hot thick liquid into her pussy, sending shudders through his thighs as he finally came. So close to her own orgasm, Amy's internal walls began to constrict his twitching member, squeezing every last drop of semen from the echidna as he gasped in ecstasy, his thrusts slow and firm, riding out the strongest orgasm he'd had in a long time.

Breathing heavily, he pulls his now limp member from her body and sits back on his haunches, holding the satiated organ by the base to prevent soiling the sheets. Quietly, he leans over and pulls a tissue from the box on her bedside table and cleans himself up, tossing it in the trash once he's done. Already having collapsed on the mattress, Amy doesn't move, her breathing deep and calm. A closer inspection confirms she seems to have fallen asleep from exhaustion, her cheeks a deep pink and her quills dishevelled.

After a moment of debilitation, he carefully extracts the blankets from beneath the sleeping form and throws them over her, preserving her modesty should anyone else come to find out where she's been all day. By the time she's wakes up, I'll be long gone. He creeps out of the room with gloves in hand, heading straight for the front door to find Tails. He needed to return to Angel Island as soon as possible, before he was drawn into something else he would regret. Without breaking pace, he pulled open her door, ready to leave.

He didn't, however, expect to find a very angry bat on the other side.