Mey-Rin's sex was tight as he slid back into her slowly. They had been fucking for two hours, her legs still shacked but now their arms wrapped around each other. The bed was moving to the force of him pounding into her body, her breaths catching as she orgasmed again.

She had taken his cock in her mouth, as ordered, as she eagerly wished to do, and had taken the liquid already on his stiff member and spread it with her tongue. He had to hold the window sill and bit his tongue as his cock was slowly bathed.

"A."

She smiled and traced the letter on his head.

"B."

He sighed through the intense feelings his body was washed with. His mind drifted as he went slowly through the alphabet. Usually rocks would be placed in the mouth to teach the child with a speech impediment to make wider movements with their mouth and be deliberate in the movements. It had also been used as form or torture for those who blasphemed in church. Or to teach them to not say certain things.

"M."

He felt his need rise faster and he bucked deeper down her throat, growling as he released his first load into her.

"N."

She took each order with obedience. His cock was not rocks, but it worked to make her trace the letters on his sensitive skin.

"R." He paused and looked back down at her. "Trace your name."

She smiled and swirled an 'O' around his head before tracing out her name on him. The tongue was quick and amazing and he bucked a bit faster as he breathed his next order, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"S - and my name. Oh love," he stilled and placed his hands on her head and released his second load into her, watching as she swallowed and traced a perfect 'S' on the underside of his cock. He watched as she finished the letters and drew out, his third load dangerously close to being taken. The string of saliva and cum hung between them and he undid her arm shackles and moved down her body. He slammed into her and released, loosing his form a bit more then he wished, his self-control all but taken by the boxen beauty below him.

"Sebastian," she panted, her hips slamming up into him in time of his own. She turned and moaned loudly into his neck. He had impressed upon her the need to be as quiet as possible during their time - if anyone found out, they would both be dismissed and shunned faster then they could grab clothes and find a new place to finish slating their desires.

"What is your desire, my lover?"

"My legs, please, my love, my legs," she panted as she continued to build back to another orgasm. "I want to be on the bed, take me from behind. Oh dear god," she shuttered as he moved faster into her.

His eyes flashed and he pulled out, undoing the remaining two shackles and flipped her. Her moan was loud, lewd and needy as he plunged back into her warm and wet sex. He was not joking before, he would stay hard and in her body forever. His hand curled around her mouth as she pitched forward, her face in the pillows, and screamed her release again.

There was no slowness in their touch now. It was sex. It was raw, unbridled need and sex. They was no soft caresses as he dug his fingers into her hips, her flesh molding around them, cushioning them as he pounded through her seventh orgasm. Her body was on fire, he felt it. He knew he should stop. He should finish and pull out, should let her body ride the last high, let her body process the pleasure his cock gave. But he gripped harder, slammed harder, fucked her fragile, human, body harder. There would be time to cuddle, to stroke lovingly each others face, take shy kisses from one another. Now, Sebastian grunted, now his fantasies and feelings were being feed into her, one steady stroke at a time.

Mey-Rin's eyes flashing as she raised the rifle he had given her, testing the scope. Fuck. Mey-Rin's clumsy sputtering as he passed her. Fuck. Mey-Rin's smell as she walked past his door, from a bath. Fuck. Her glasses covering her eyes. Fuck. Her blush rising so quickly on her face. Fuck. Her fingers as they brushed his coat, the numerous times she landed in his arms, the times she smiled at him, her slight shutter as he talked to her, the way she jumped as she realized he was in the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

All of it came to the surface and flashed through his mind as he sped into her weeping tunnel. All of it were the reasons why he could look at the bare back of his bed mate and slam deeper. His needs satisfied by her body as they finally collapsed, his body gleaming with sweat and he had to be careful not to crush his lover, also covered in sweat. They panted, the air thick with their marathon sex. She shifted and her breast glided over his arm and she gasped in delight. Sebastian stared down and looked at her so soft and so hard, so human and so his.

"I think I can say with confidence that I have learned that lesson. And another one," she whispered, her breathy voice still gasping.

He raised an eyebrow and ran his hand over her breasts, kneading them and brushing her nipples into hard points.

"I love you with every part of my being, Sebastian Michaelis."

Without thought, he let the words tumble from his lips.

"I love you too, Mey-Rin."