Edward Elric gazed into the glass in front of him. The tavern was loud, still buzzing with the raucous din expected of a city during new year's eve. His cheek was pressed up against his automail arm as he kept rotating the glass in front of him on its bottom edge in bored circles, eyes trained on the alcohol that rolled and rolled around inside.
Less than half an hour ago, he'd gotten the news that all the trains in the area had been delayed.
He gave a silent and frustrated sigh. His mind flashed with the image of Winry. He remembered the last thing he'd said to her, how he'd huffed and walked away, Al giving him a disappointed shake of his armored metal head as he chased after her.
It seemed to always be this way.
He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes. Guilt welled up in the center of his chest, weighed him down by the toes like anchors. He still felt the cold dampness on his shoulders, all the snow that had accumulated as he walked the streets of Central, wandering, trying to get lost, trying to feel anything to distract himself from the awful feeling in his gut.
He loved Winry, didn't he? He knew he could be a stubborn fool, but he could at least acknowledge that to himself. Then again, he was also cognizant enough to acknowledge that he had the tendency to treat those closest to him the worst.
Another sigh, another revolting sensation of those icy claws digging out of him. He heard a table singing a song for good fortune for the coming year, heard the song growing louder as other tables and drunken revelers joined in.
Ed shrunk into himself even further, a grimace accompanying the tears welling up in his eyes.
Goddamn it, Ed. Why are you like this?
Again, his mind flashed with Winry's smile. She must be so lonely right about now, stranded in some godforsaken town all alone when she should have been here with him and Alphonse, the three of them, together.
If only he could have just kept his loud mouth shut for once in his life.
Ed's shoulders sank, and once again he looked at the drink.
He'd always hated alcohol. It smelled rancid, tasted even worse. Always made him wonder why adults seemed to drink it more than they drank water.
He brought the glass up to his nose and sniffed, shrinking away with a scowl. He felt the gnawing pain again. The hand clenching the glass closed tighter.
The loud singing was deafening now, and Ed wanted nothing more than to just curl up into a ball and explode.
Holding his breath, he brought the glass up to his lips, and tilted his head back, swallowing the entire shot in one go. He felt it go down his gullet like liquid fire, his next exhale tasting like straight gasoline.
Upon slamming the empty glass back onto the bartop, Ed felt the gnawing grow numb inside him.
For once, he could see why people drank the stuff. For once, he felt just a little warmer.
His thoughts drifted back to Winry, and with a sad and frail semblance of hope, he wished that she'd at least feel warm tonight, all alone in the dark.
In some unknown town, and some unknown inn, in the arms of some unknown stranger, Winry was feeling hotter than she'd ever felt.
Even if she was half-naked.
"Mmmngh...!"
The entire innroom was inundated with the sounds of hungry kissing and the hot exchange of desperate moans. Hastily-discarded clothing trailed in from the door; Winry's boots, the stranger's trousers, Winry's jacket, the stranger's suit jacket, Winry's tank top, the stranger's undergarments...
A hot sigh hissed out of Winry's nostrils when she felt the stranger's nakedness press flush against her. With hurried hands she hooked her thumbs into the panties under her skirt, slipping them off and kicking them aside to the floor. Not a second later, the stranger's hand cupped her muff, drawing out a moan with the way his fingers ran along her slick and throbbing folds.
The stranger pulled away from her lips. Winry blinked her eyes open, her body gyrating into him. To her delight, she saw that he was fully naked. It was her first time seeing his body nude, every inch of his dark skin gleaming like a vision in the warm light of the innroom.
She traced her fingers down his chest, another running up and down the ridges of his perfect abs. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip when she felt that massive cock poke up into her belly. Looking down, Winry grew entranced with how it looked, digging into her creamy skin, juxtaposing her complexion with its dark hue. She felt her mouth water. She needed it inside of her again, needed to see it violating her, churning up her white body with its black might.
Winry's hands followed her eyes and began stroking his shaft, her thighs rubbing together in excitement.
The stranger brought his hands up to her bra. He didn't bother unclasping it, not when he could just tear it off as he did now, earning a squeak, making her eyes peer up at his again.
Once more it was abundantly clear just how small she was compared to him; she felt as if the stranger could engulf her whole, his imposing physique only accentuated by his black skin.
He played with Winry's young breasts, growing just as excited as she was the more he looked at her. He slipped a finger inside her cunt, loving how her jaw fell open, how her eyes would shut in bliss the more he dug and curled inside her. Other than the silver earrings winking up at him in the lamplight, Winry wore nothing other than her skirt.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Winry," he said in a growl, pushing his hips up against her, letting her feel just how hard he was for her. He brought a hand up from her breasts up to her neck, cradling it. Her breath stuttered, but she kept her eyes locked on his, never backing down, never shrinking away. "I'm going to fuck you hard."
Winry let out a whine at his words, her hips jerking as if on instinct.
"Please..."
Her eyes twinkled with tears, and as she kept looking up at him, her golden hair framing her round cheeks, her young body tender and so tiny against his, the stranger felt a maddening flash of feral lust shoot through him.
In the next breath, he turned Winry around and shoved her against the wall. A hand kept her smushed against it by the cheek while his other hand lifted her skirt, revealing her peachy ass. He took but a moment to enjoy how it shook for him, how her hips wriggled in sheer anticipation before he grabbed his cock by its base and shoved every single inch of it inside of her tight young cunt.
They shared a loud groan.
It was as if Winry had never fucked him at all; her inner heat struggled to remember how to accommodate for him, the searing pain of her walls being split apart melding in a seamless mix with the pleasure.
The stranger didn't give her much time to adjust. In the next moment he was pulling back before snapping his hips forward, again, and again, and again, pounding Winry into the wall.
"Ahn! Yes! Yes, mister, f-fuck!"
He loved hearing her curse for him like that. It felt just as good as how her eager folds gripped him with every tunneling push, how they seemed pull him in deeper inside her.
He didn't bother establishing any sense of control or rhythm as he spiraled into his unfettered lust, bucking his hips into Winry's body with no regard for anything but his own pleasure.
Their skin clapped out in loud smacks, the sound of it enough to drown out Winry's squeals as she came apart in the madness, squirting out an orgasm with her body flattened against the wall.
"M-Mister!"
He didn't heed her cries, nor did he slow his pace in the slightest. Even with Winry's cunt clenching around him, he kept fucking right through it, pounding and pounding her into the wall. His hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Winry's toes curled in mid-air, the weightless sensation of being pinned with the stranger's massive black cock driving her insane.
Another orgasm ripped through her, her squirt streaking down her legs, rivulets of essence dripping down to the floor off her toes. It was in the midst of this that she felt the hot groans into the back of her neck, the tightening grasp of his fingers into her skin.
He came inside of her in a shuddering growl, his face planted against her nape, his rumbling chest pressed flush against her back.
Jets of baby batter streaked inside of Winry's deepest parts, pooling with his previous loads, making her insides pulsate and clamp down on his shaft for more.
Winry didn't need to turn around and look at the man to know that this was far from the last of his reserves, not when he remained hard as a rock even after the final pulses of cum emptied inside her.
Minutes later, the stranger sat himself on the edge of the bed, with Winry still in his lap.
She was kissing him over her shoulder, an arm hooked around to grip onto his neck. She was taking control of the pace this time, rocking her hips against him, coaxing out more of his throbs, more of the toe-curling sparks that only he could give.
When she parted her mouth from his, Winry took a second to process it all; with eyes shut, she reveled in how full he made her feel with his monstrous shaft, how it seemed to fill out every nook and cranny inside her and then some. All the quiet and naughty rumors she'd heard about big black men seemed quaint when compared to the real thing, and it only felt better when his hands kept pawing at her body, insatiable.
One of his hands kept itself firmly gripped around her waist. It was the stranger's turn to process things as Winry began to bounce on his cock faster and faster. He couldn't get enough of Winry's tight body, and the size difference between them was one of the primary reasons why; even just one hand was almost enough to wrap around her frame, his thumb pressing against the bottom of her spine, his other fingers covering her bellybutton.
She still had her skirt on, and though it veiled the sight of his shaft sinking inside of her, it was a worthy sacrifice for how it made their coupling feel more taboo; the once-neat pleats on her black skirt like some reminder that this little girl should be anywhere else than here, shacking up with some black stranger in some random inn room.
Winry's hands were both on the man's thighs now as she began to truly fuck herself onto him, raising and slamming herself in a consistent cycling of her hips, stuffing hersefl to the brim with a ferocity that made sweat begin to dot her smooth back, messy strands of blonde sticking to her skin.
"That's right, babygirl, keep fucking me like that. You like the way my black cock feels like? Like the way it fills you up more than that limp-dick boyfriend of yours ever could?"
"Y-Yes, mister, I can't get enough..!"
The stranger chuckled, easing his free hand up to play with Winry's tit, catching her bouncing nipple between two fingers.
"Then take it all, babygirl, 'cuz I have a lot to give."
He began to thrust up to meet Winry's hips, and within the next few heated smacks of their skin, the stranger's next creampie burst inside of her in a volley of sticky heat.
Something inside of him snapped.
With a roar, he tore off Winry's skirt. She didn't have time to process before he grabbed her by the waist and rolled them over until she found herself on all fours on the bedsheets.
In the next moment, the stranger began to fuck her hard.
"Mister...?!"
Cum spewed out all over Winry's cheeks as his swollen cock began to ream her for all she was worth, spearing into her oversensitive cunt. Winry was overcome with sensation, her tongue flopping out of her lips as she was dominated doggystyle, her body now feeling the true difference in strength and size between her and this man she'd just met.
An orgasm ripped through her, sapping her of strength with every nerve-singing wave of heat. The stranger heard her essence squirt in hot jets against the sheets, felt it against his legs.
He grit his teeth, ramping up his pounding of Winry's tight cunt, forcing his way through her clenching inner heat.
Winry whipped her head back, her ponytail lashing against her upper back. She wailed amidst her gasps for air.
"AHN! M-MIST-...!"
The stranger's right hand flew down onto Winry's skin, smacking her asscheek with the force to burn a bright red print right in the center of it. She squealed, and squealed again when he gave her another rough smack.
He liked seeing her body shiver when he did that, the sight of the girl throwing it back for him, meeting the onslaught of his automail hips crashing into her tight body making him lick his lips. His hands found their hold around her slim waist again, and he dug his thumbs into the small of her back.
"You like being treated like that, don't you? Little white girl like you, you're nothing but a bitch in heat after your first black cock," he said through his teeth, pounding and pounding into Winry without any mercy, without any sense of guilt. He hadn't had a good fuck in weeks, and this eager teenage slut was driving him crazy. He raised his hand and smacked her again, making her scream. "Answer me, babygirl. You just love it, don't you? Huh? Getting fucked like this behind your boyfriend's back?"
Winry was sobbing. Her chest was wracked with them as the orgasms kept coming. It all felt so good, so overwhleming that she had no other way to react. Tears and spit streamed down her cheeks, but a wide and delirious smile curled up on her lips.
"Y-YES, I LOVE GETTING FUCKED, MISTER! I- AHHHCNH!"
She squirted again, cumming and cumming again around this stranger's fat cock like his own personal fountain. She fell forward on her face, her ass still raised up by her knees. The stranger's hand ran up her smooth spine, finding the hold of her ponytail.
Winry knew what was coming, she braced for it, but the pain still hit her like a runaway train when he yanked her head off the bed with a pull of her hair.
The stranger pulled her up until her back almost touched his burly chest, beads and rivulets of her sweat racing down the curve of her back to meet his pistoning hips. Winry could feel the steel rivets of his automail hips against her skin, driving into her, over and over and over again.
"I didn't hear you, bitch. Come on augh! -say what you love. Say what you want more of, come on. Let daddy hear you say it loud."
The stranger gave another hard yank to her ponytail, pulling her close enough for him to lean over and give the silver earrings of her ear a long lick.
Winry's moans came out in long chains, low and beastlike. She really did just sound like a bitch in heat, and the thought made her cockdrunk smile spread even wider.
"Y-Your big-..! Black! Cock...!" Winry could hardly get the words out as the stranger's pace seemed to go harder than ever before. It felt as if he was reaming her so hard that his tip was stuffing itself into her throat, destroying and rearranging her guts to his liking, reforming her pussy so nothing could satisfy her if it wasn't- "Oh...! YES! YOUR B-BLACK COCK, MISTER! PLEASE KEEP DESTROYING ME! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, JUST GIVE ME YOUR BLACK COCK AND RUIN ME...!"
The stranger roared, letting go of Winry's hair to grab her by the arms instead, giving her the roughest pounding of her young life. Of all the men this slut had slept with it was obvious none of them had ever taken her for a spin like this.
Winry seemed incapable of stopping the orgasms that continued chaining and ripping through her, her mind melting with every shove of this black man's insatiable hips.
"Your boyfriend- NGH! -...he's never gonna satisfy you with that little white boy shrimp dick, is he?!"
Winry shook her head wildly, picturing Ed trying to make Winry feel even a fraction as good as she felt right now getting pummeled and filled with this man's monstrous girth.
"Even all those adults you open your legs for, all those GRGHH! -those big, burly men you fuck behind your boyfriend's back, none of them can match this black dick, right?! Come on, bitch, answe-"
"N-NO, MISTER I ONLY WANT BLACK DICK FROM NOW ON! I C-CAN'T...! PLEASE FILL ME U-UP, GIVE ME YOUR KIDS, I DON'T WANT ANYONE ELSE'S…!"
Within the next few strokes, the stranger complied with Winry's begs and planted another hot load right up against her cervix, splurting out a torrent of virile seed deep into her guts.
"GRAHHH!"
The stranger didn't stop.
Letting go of her arms, his hands clamped around her torso as his automail hips turned into a blur, churning up all the cum that kept filling up Winry's teenage pussy, his abs and his hips stained with his own nut.
In and in and in, the stranger reamed Winry for everything she was worth, intent on making good on his promise to destroy her, to make her crave nothing else but big black cock.
Winry lay there, letting her young body get violated, feeling all the loads he planted inside get churned up with every plunge of that addicting manmeat splitting her open.
Another creampie.
The stranger didn't stop.
Winry felt his burly arms wrap around her in a tight bear hug. She felt his breaths against her skin, felt his tongue slathering itself against her shoulders. His black skin felt so hot against hers, their sweat mixing in a sticky and hot collective sheen.
His loads bubbled out between them in a geyser of seed, adding to the lewd sound of her pussy getting reupholstered as he kept pounding into her in a desperate prone-bone.
The inn room was inundated with the sound of their clapping skin mixing with the violent creak of the bedframe being pushed to its very limit.
In this position, the stranger restricted Winry's arms from moving at all. All she could do was lie there and receive the brutal bucking of his hips, gasp out wheezing breaths as he nailed her into the bed, every single muscle of his body dedicated to turning her tiny body inside out.
He sucked at her ear, loving the choking noises that came out of her throat. She couldn't even answer him even if he wanted her to. He sucked at her earrings, at her sweat.
"You ain't gonna walk straight for weeks after I'm done with you, bitch...!" the stranger's words came out as hissing threats, grunts sandwiching them, making them sound more like low growls. Winry was dipping in and out of consciousness at this point, her vision obscured by the mess of her blonde hair obscuring her face, her nerves overloaded and oversensitive. "I'm just ngh! -gonna keep pumping you full of my kids, over and over. By the time you wake up that belly of yours will be round and you'll have a black child. Little fifteen-year-ol- ngrh...! -little girl like you, rearing a black kid," the stranger bit into her earlobe, feeling his balls twitch, his cock pulsing. "-doesn't that sound nice, Winry? You want my black kids?"
"Y-Yesh...!" Winry croaked out, surprising them both. The stranger figured Winry was too far gone to even answer his filthy talk. "F...Fill me up...!"
Winry's words pushed the stranger over the edge.
"...GET PREGNANT THEN, YOU WHITE LITTLE-...!"
The stranger's hips slammed into Winry in a series of violent bucks. His arms wrapped so tight around her entire body that Winry wheezed for air. The sound of their smashing skin rung out th
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Gravity aided the stranger, pulling him down into Winry's limp frame as he raced into his biggest climax yet.
"GET...PREGNANT...!"
His roars turned into wheezing drawn-out groans when it finally exploded out of him, a continuous torrent of sticky baby batter barreling out of him straight into Winry's womb. The stranger threw his head back as he felt it, his vision turning into nothing but white.
So much cum burst out of his balls that Winry's fertile walls overflowed. She felt her belly bulge out with the amount of cum that he had deposited inside there. With nowhere else to go but out, they felt the semen cascade out of Winry onto the bed, spilling out in a viscous mess of spunk.
The creampie was so intense that the stranger himself lost consciousness, panting into Winry's hair as his balls felt like they were emptying themselves inside this blonde slut for good.
When he came to, he felt his dick twitch.
Blinking, his eyes adjusted, and he sucked in a breath. He was lying down on the bed, his head on its side, resting on his cheek.
Winry wasn't beneath him anymore, but instead, was propped up at the end of the bed against the headboard.
She was playing with herself.
"Ahn...! Mmnngh!"
Her girlish moans and noises stirred the stranger, his dick giving another twitch. He focused his vision on the sight, as if wondering whether or not what he was seeing was an illusion, a wet dream.
But no, what he saw as he sat back up on the innroom's damp sheets was very real: there Winry was, legs spread wide apart, one hand pumping in and out of her cum-soaked cunt, another playing with her tits, her delicious creamy skin shining gold in the lamplight, her blonde hair all loose and tousled.
"...AAHHNH!"
Her hips suddenly bucked off of the sheets, and in the next blink, she was cumming.
The stranger's jaw fell open as he watched her squirt hot lines across the bed, his own cum still tumbling out of her cunt. One of the ropes of her sticky ejaculate shot so far that it struck his knee.
His mouth watered and before he knew it, he was stroking himself to the sight.
Winry's eyes opened in the middle of her inadvertent show, and she was treated with the view of the stranger on his knees, his big black cock being pumped up and down by his fist, his face one of pure awe.
She gave a weak smile as her chest rose and fell with recovering breaths.
Both of her hands reached down between her legs that she kept spreading open. Two fingers from each hand slipped into her lower lips, hooking into them and prying them apart, letting the stranger see her pink petals, throbbing and pulsating for him, cum spilling and spilling out of her. She licked her lips and giggled at his expression, at how he shuffled over to her on his knees.
"I think...you'll have to do better than this if you want to give me a black kid, mister..." Winry said in a raspy voice that made his dick jump.
Excited shallow breaths ran through the stranger as he began to see red all over again. Winry had a way of driving him feral.
"What about my automail?"
"We can worry about that later."
Winry squirted for the umpteenth time, her tongue flailing out of her lips. The edges of her vision saw the black tendrils of unconsciousness begin to seep in as she struggled for breath, the stranger's dominant hand wrapped tight around her neck.
She squinted through her tears, peering up at the man who was currently sucking on her toes, silently pleading.
Whether she was pleading for air or for him to keep pounding down into her cunt to stuff it with more of his hot cum wasn't something even she could answer.
"...GRRNGGHHH!"
Ripping away her spit-covered foot from his lips, the stranger came.
He relinquished the grip on Winry's throat, returning both of his hands to grip onto her ankles as he gave a final shove of his hips into her bruised skin. Cum pulsed out of his balls, only for more cum from inside of Winry's baby pocket to burst out and coat his balls and drip in long and thick white strings to the floor.
They'd been fucking for so long that the bed couldn't even contain them. Sun was cracking over the horizon. The snow hadn't let up the entire night, and it seemed like a long shot for them to leave this nameless town for at least another day. As the stranger made a mess of Winry on the floor, the inn room mattress shoved off of its frame, the sheets torn up and soaked full of their sweat and cum and spit, at least they were making the most of the accommodations.
Winry gulped in as much air as she could. Saying she was a mess was an understatement; her hair was a mottled nest of blonde and wads of cum, her skin was all marked with scratches and red handprints left behind by this man's abuse, cum and sweat stained what felt like every inch of her.
And yet as she lay there on the floor, looking up at a man whose name she still didn't know, her belly bulging with his cum, Winry felt freer and more wanted than a single moment she'd shared with Ed during her visit.
A tinge of sadness struck her at that fact, but it was fleeting. There wasn't time nor reason to be sad, not when she'd found the perfect partner to ring in the new year with, one who'd blessed her with the joys of a set of big arms to keep her warm on a winter night, and a big black cock to fill her pussy full of that warmth too.
She reached up towards him with weak arms, pulling him in for more kisses, for his insatiable lust to fill her up all over again. A smile curled on her lips when he tickled her as they rolled on the hardwood floor like animals. She couldn't wait to tell Paninya about this.
Winry ended up on top again, riding and bounding atop his massive shaft. She ran her hands through her hair before she leaned over and spread them out along his chest. She looked wild and cumdrunk as she fucked herself onto him, her hair loose of any ties, the morning sun weaving through the cum-dried clumps and messy knots.
The stranger never tired of how beautiful she looked, never grew bored of the sight of his dark hand spread out and running down the creamy expanse of her writhing and sweaty teenage body. Her skin glistened brighter than the earrings that winked with sunlight on her earlobes. He looked as hungrily at Winry as he did on the train.
In the moment, Winry caught that gaze, returning it with a hungry one of her own. She lost herself in the stranger's eyes, lost herself in their dark swirl, lost herself in the sensations running through every solitary inch of her.
She paused her gyrations to reposition herself, going off her knees onto the flats of her feet. The new position gave her the leverage to slam herself up and down onto his lap. Her tits flew up and down in the air, her head began to fall back as each downward drop of her body seemed to spear her in half. Winry felt her hands taken by the stranger's, his fingers interlocking with hers.
They squeezed their hands tight as she kept fucking herself onto his fat cock, impaling her tight cunt around him again and again, her ass clapping as loud as the slutty moans that were now so familiar in the muggy inn room air. The stranger's own groans joined as his automail hips were called to action once more, bucking Winry up into the air, striking his cock harder against her g-spot.
She felt his tip begin to flare. He was about to cum. Winry flexed her core, slamming herself into him harder than ever, her body arching as far as it could go. She squealed into the air, gasping for air. She was becoming so overwhelmed, so overcome by this man's cock. She spiraled into an orgasm, screaming for his cum, all sorts of profanities and dirty words spilling from her throat.
Winry's mind tried to piece together some semblance of the situation moments before it went blank.
How did she end up here again? How did she end up stuffing herself full of big black stranger's cock?
Winry knew. She was impulsive and hormonal as most teenagers were, but she wasn't naive. She'd ended up here by following her most base impulses, betraying any sort of morals she had just to feel something to numb and forget the pain. To forget Ed for a while, when he was almost all she thought about when she was alone.
This was trouble, and she wasn't supposed to be here. That much she knew.
But as she felt yet another blossom of heat fill her, compelling her to fall forward and capture this man's lips with her own, Winry couldn't help but feel like there was no place she'd rather be to ring in the new year.
After all, bunnies are supposed to be good luck.
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