Max flopped on her bed. She was in her mom's house. She was taking a little brake from saving the world. Pft yeah right! She had one more company to destroy. Then it was all over. She hoped. She had eaten her dinner and cookies and, now, was tired. When she finally drifted off she wished she hadn't.
"Fang what are you doing in my room?" Max asked as she looked at Fang. They had been dating for a year or so, though they had never upgraded from an intimate touch here and there. Fang turned around looking at her. He didn't say anything as he grabbed her arm and kissed her roughly. She moaned into the kiss as he deepened it.
He pulled her top off and pushed her down onto the bed. For some reason she wasn't wearing a bra. Or pants! What the hell was going on! Then again should she really care? No! She pulled his shirt off as he played with her breast.
As she pulled his pants down she saw something horrible! Fang was... Fang was-was SMALL! Suddenly she woke up. Shooting out of bed and onto the floor. There was a blanket on her. Had someone been in her room? Then she remembered her dream. Was the dream real? Had Fang really been in her room? If the dream was true she wanted to run into his room and pull down his pants.
Cautiously she went to his room. She hoped she really did, that he wasn't awake. Cracking the door slightly she saw him sound asleep. Thank god. He was on his belly half covered by the blanket on his bed. He didn't have his shirt on. It was a normal thing when he had his own room. His hands were under his pillow as he slept.
Slowly and carefully, thanks to her years of attacking Iggy from under the bed, she made her way over to his bed. It creaked slightly as she climbed on it. Her hand brushed down his side and he moaned.
"Fang," she whispered," I need you to turn over," he grumbled and buried his head in the pillow. This was soooo un-Fang-like but so fucking cute at the same time. Maybe she would have a little more fun before she left.
"Fang," she whispered in his ear.
"Max," he grumbled.
"Turn around," he made a face.
"Why?" His voice made a whine sound.
"Because I need you," she kissed his neck. He made a sleepy 'mmmm' and turned sideways. Max pushed him onto his back and pulled away the covers. He wore black (surprise surprise)boxers. There was no hair on his chest and she found that extremely sexy. Crawling down she went to his boxers. She had to know. To make sure he had no 'short comings'.
She took a deep shaky breath before pulling them down. Let's just say in the dictonary of Fang there was nothing known as a 'short coming'. There was breath taking, semi hard, long cock. She half sighed half moaned. It looked like nothing shed ever seen before. Hard yet soft. Smooth yet rough. There was nothing she could do to describe it. Suddenly her name was called.
"Max what are you- What the hell are you doing!" She was flipped over as the blankets were pulled out from under her."What the fuck are you doing?"
"What does it look like I was doing?"she rubbed her head from the collision on his matters.
"It looks like you were trying to molest a sleeping man!" He glared at her.
"I-I had a nightmare," she admitted.
"And you thought my dick could fix that?" He seemed confused.
"What? No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" She tried to explain quickly."The nightmare was about your-your thing."
"And what was this all about?" He tilted his head to the side.
"I dreamt that you were small," she muttered blushing.
"And you found out that I was...?"
"Larger than expected. I wanted to touch it," she blushed deeper.
"Your one crazy person, go ahead," she looked at him surprised. She thought he would be pissed.
"Really?" He nodded and she went back to what she was doing. She stroked his manhood before leaning down and kissing it. Fang gasped and shuddered. She smiled and licked him. He tasted salty with an odd tang. She liked it. Kissing him again she took him into her mouth. He gasped and thrust in time with her. Grabbing his balls she rolled them smoothly in one hand.
"Max, come here," she looked up at him and nodded. When she was eye to eye with him he leaned down and kissed her. She tasted so odd. Probably because she had him in her mouth. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it off. He wanted to see her like she was seeing him.
He flipped them over and undid her bra. It slid off her arms and on her belly. Fang grabbed it and tossed it across the room. By the time he was through she wouldn't need it. Looking at her breasts he felt like he would start drooling. They were perfect. A nice cream color with dusty pink circles in the middle. There were little buds on each breast. They instantly hardened when he touched them. She moaned getting wetter and wetter. She had never felt anything like this but she liked it.
Fang slipped his hand under her baggy shorts and panties and started to fondle her. Thrusting his fingers inside her. Pressing and rubbing against the hard nub at the top of her entrance. She started to buck off the bed and into his hand. He grinned and shoved his hand deeper into her. She gasped and arched into him.
"Fang! Oh god Fang! Your-your s-so go-good at t-this-s," she moaned loudly.
Fang smirked and leaned down to her ear, "Shhh, Max, or we might be caught," she bit her bottom lip, holding her moans in. He smirked. This was such a cute picture. Her flushed face. Pooled out hair. Partially opened lips, panting. She was the pure picture of beauty.
"Fang, I love you," Fang smiled and kissed her deeply.
"I love you too," Max smiled, almost drunkenly, and grabbed his length.
"I need you now, all of you. Please, love me," he nodded and pulled down her shorts and panties. The musky scent of arousal hit him hard. She smelt different from anything he'd ever smelled before. He liked it.
Positioning himself at her entrance he looked down at her, "Ready?"
"Yeah, go slow," he nodded and gently pushed into her. There was a pinching pain, but nothing more. Fang sat perfectly still. He didn't know what to expect. He heard it hurt for a girl the first time he knew that, but when was it suppose to stop?
Max pushed back up at him, taking him deeper. She groaned and did it again. Fang put a hand on her belly and pushed her down. He was running this show. He started to pound into her. She was so tight. So wet. So perfect. He loved it. Loved her.
Fang felt himself about to cum, but he wouldn't allow it. He wanted Max there with him. Reaching down he started to rub a nub he found. Max started to convulse violently. One of her hands scratched down his back as the other dug into the sheets. She gripped around him as white heat flashed through her. Fang managed 3 more thrusts before Cumming inside of her. She felt so good and he collapsed on top of her.
"W-Wow, th-that w-was-"
"I know."
"Should we start to go to bed? " Max yawned.
"We're in bed."
"A bed to go to sleep in," she rolled her eyes.
"Your bed or mine," he whispered seductively.
"Dirty Fang," she kissed his cheek.
"Only for you," he smirked. Suddenly she remembered something and cursed. He looked at her confused."What?"
"I'm on my period," she flopped her head back.
"You know I'll take care of you right? I'll never leave you," her eyes began to feel watery.
"I know, I know you will. You have to. Or Mom will kill both of us. You mostly," she joked making them laugh.
"She can try, but I live."
~~~That morning~~~
"You did WHAT in WHOS ROOM, WHEN?" Mrs. M yelled holding the butchers knife. Yeah not the best time to tell her when she was cleaning knifes.