So, yeah, this is kinda where the M part comes in. This is my first attempt at this stuff, so please don't kill me.
Oh, my God. I could barely feel my hips. I panted with exhaustion and lay back on the mattress. The Deviant was still leaning over me and he had a look of pure bliss on his face. He moved himself out and pulled the condom off. He pulled his boxers and pants back up and zipped them up. I winced when I noticed the blood between my legs. He wandered over and kissed me fiercely. I started to return his kiss when I remembered what was happening. I pulled away and gasped for air. Before he jumped out of the car, he winked at me.
"You are the feistiest virgin I've ever seen. I like that."
The Destroyer climbed in and I gulped.
This time I couldn't feel my legs. I couldn't feel anything below my waist and I still had blood dripping between my legs. I swallowed and the Destroyer pulled out of me. I sighed with relief and leant back on the mattress. As he fixed his pants up, he grinned at me.
"That was probably the best fuck I've ever had."
He smirked and leant back over me. His lips crushed mine and I was horrified when I found myself kissing back. The Destroyer tangled one of his hands in my hair and I disgusted myself even more by moaning when he tugged lightly. He pulled back and winked as he went out. I sucked in a breath as the Mystic came in.
I hated myself so much right now.
I was starting to enjoy it. I even rolled the Mystic over so that I could take control. I don't know what came over me but I felt like I needed the sex. Needed filling. And five handsome men were willing to provide that. I wasn't supposed to enjoy it. I was supposed to scream and cry and beg them to stop. Not scream for them to go faster or to beg for them to go harder. But right now I didn't care.
The Mystic smirked at me when we were done. I rolled off him and he climbed on top of me.
"We're gonna have to do this again some time."
He pulled me on top of him again and smashed his mouth to mine. I moaned and pressed myself closer to him. He grabbed my butt and I pulled his hair. He rolled us back over and stood up. The Mystic zipped his pants up and blew me a kiss as he jumped out. The Mourned got in and stepped over my ripped blouse, smirking.
By now, I was completely and utterly lost in the bliss of sex. I was covered in sweat and war-paint and a little bit of blood but I didn't care. I was enjoying this. The Mourner thrust into me one more time and I groaned with pleasure.
"Ohhh, God…" I moaned.
He smirked as he pulled out of me and I felt totally empty. He sat up and pulled me into his lap, pressing his lips against mine. I gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue invaded my mouth. Without really paying attention to what I was doing, I started to lightly grind against him and he moaned. The Mourner pulled away and pushed me down.
"If you keep doing that, I'll repeat what I just did to you, twice as hard," he growled.
I was panting and lifted myself up onto my elbows.
"I wouldn't mind that," I smirked.
He returned my smirk and leant in to kiss my jaw.
"I'm sure you wouldn't. But unfortunately, the Prophet doesn't like to be kept waiting and he wants to fuck you badly. So, for now, I'll let him have his fun."
He pulled back and tangled his hand in my hair, pulling at it.
"But we'll talk about this again. And I won't be so nice next time," he said seductively.
The Mourner pushed me down again and was about to get out when he looked back at me.
"Just to let you know, the Prophet likes kinky sex. So if you end up on all fours with him fucking you in the ass, don't say I didn't warn you."
Then he stepped out just as the Prophet climbed in.
Well, the Mourner wasn't lying. The Prophet did like kinky sex. I was currently on my hands and knees with him thrusting into me from behind. I was moaning uncontrollably and he was grunting each time he went in. I tried to find something to hold onto to steady myself but there was nothing on the mattress besides a thin sheet. Still, that was better than nothing and I gripped it between my hands. The Prophet bent over me and I felt his grip on my hips tighten.
"If you say my name, I'll end the torture quickly," he whispered in my ear.
I gritted my teeth and tried to exhale. He slowed his thrusting down and I groaned in protest.
"N-N-No…" I stammered out.
He went even slower.
"Say my name!"
I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed.
"Prophet," I said quietly.
His thrusting sped up and I moaned.
"Louder!"
I started to pant and he went a little faster.
"Prophet!" I yelled.
The Prophet sped up and by this time, he was going impossibly fast.
"Say it louder!"
I moaned and obeyed his wish.
"PROPHET!" I screamed.
He gave a tremendous thrust and I screamed again. My arms buckled and I crumpled onto the mattress. The Prophet groaned and collapsed on top of me. We were both covered in sweat and gasping for breath. I felt him pull out of me and then I heard him knock on the metal door. It opened and I heard him exchange a few words with the others but I was too tired to listen. The door shut and then the car started. I felt someone's naked body lay next to mine and then they pulled me against his chest. Before I blacked out, I saw bright blue eyes staring down into mine.
I feel so ashamed because this is truly crappy. T.T