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He couldn't stay away from her. He was lurking around every corner of the house, eyes on her frame. Ever since they made up, she's changed. No longer overly affectionate, as if he were a mere chore on her never-ending list of things to do.
He wanted her badly to do it again. Too embarrassed to outright say it, opting to loom around her like a puppy, quiet save for the dense breathing.
Franco was getting on her nerves.
Danny sat at the dining table in the kitchen, slowly nursing a pot of coffee she made an hour ago. It wasn't even warm anymore. She massaged her forehead and exhaled slowly–calmly.
“Franco.” She called out. “Get out from behind the archway. You're bringing down the property value with your haunting.” She snorted at her own humor, pouring more milk into her lukewarm coffee.
“Come sit, clearly there's something on your mind.” As to enhance her point, her tail pushed open the other chair to invite him closer. He wordlessly slumped into the chair, eyes still locked onto her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.
She pushed the near empty French press his way. He shook his head with a grunt and pushed it back gently, hands woven together on the table. A swallow, then brief silence.
“About that night. I uh–” he cut himself off, cheeks flushed pink and sweat marked his face. Danny cracked a smile at his attempt.
“You're being awfully cute today.”
“Shut your fucking trap, bitch.” He quipped back, giving her a dirty look. She just laughed harder.
“Are you sure that's what you want? You sound a little…Shy to ask what you really want.” His silence was accompanied by fiddling with the collar of his freshly ironed shirt (courtesy of her of course).
She set the mug down with an echo that broke the ice. “You want to do it again, don't you? You filthy dog. Sex is always on that rotten mind of yours.” When she didn't get a clear answer, she kicked his leg harshly under the table.
“Ow! Yes–yes! Fucking jerk.” He jolted, pulling up his leg to rub where she hit him. “Why are you so fucking mean? Baby needs a kiss to make it all better.”
“Isn't this what you wanted?”
“Well, yeah…But–”
“But what?” She stepped on his remaining toes with hers, he winced in pain and scooted the chair back.
“Would you fucking listen! God.” He snarled out, abhorring (but delighting in) the satisfied look on her lips.
“This isn't you.”
“Wow, really?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at him in clear sarcasm. To this, he got up from the chair and wrung his hands around her neck. Her pretty, unmarked neck with no blemishes whatsoever– She didn't even fight back, just laughed as she gagged.
“Harder,” she choked out, faking a moan right after. She was playing with him and it was pissing him off.
“Maybe I will.” His grip squeezed harder, and he didn't miss the real moan mixed in with all the gagging. It sounded breathy, ephemeral and hot.
He bent her over the table and lifted her skirt out of the way, hastily unbuckling his pants while keeping her pinned in place with his hips. With her neck free, she wheezed and gripped the table, tail swishing against his belly in excitement.
“What's the matter? Can't get it up anymore?” He nearly forgot he hasn't told her yet. With how successful he was every other time with her, his issue hadn't made things too difficult.
Grumbling, he ground his flaccid cock against her panties. “You'll get something else that's always up and ready for ya if you keep on.” He kept humping against her, frustrated that nothing was happening. Fuck. Fuck!
Fine. “To the couch, now. No questions asked.” He stepped out of his pants and trailed behind her, watching her seat herself with an eyebrow raised towards him. He plopped himself in her lap, lifting her shirt and fondling her breasts through the bra.
“Oh mommy, baby…Baby needs you. Baby needs to be filled again. Miss your warmth making me whole and happy.” He cooed into her neck, tongue trailing down into her cleavage. Danny groaned, her hands settling on his waist. He dared not look up, because he knew damn well she was grinning again.
“Only if you keep begging for it.” He's falling for her again. He's not quite sure it's love, but the near-matched lust running through her is what kept him coming back. The camaraderie, the ride-or-die of it all. He's sure he could talk her into revoking that no-kill agreement if he got her riled up enough in the heat of passion.
Feeling the squirming appendages grind against his own cock, Franco grunted. “Can't make my mind up if I want ya to jerk me off or fuck me silly.” She solved his dilemma by prodding at his entrance with one and the other curling around his flaccid erection.
“I could do both, but it seems like you don't really want to do this? Are you okay?” She touched his face, concerned that she was reading him wrong. He looked away, wryly smiling as he chuckled humorlessly.
“No believe me, I want this.” To further his point, he grinded against her hips earning a gasp from her. “Good, now beg.”
“Please fuck me now or I swear I'll strangle you.”
A breathless moan left his throat as she entered him slowly, hissing when she was pressed in full. “So warm, so wet and tight,” she struggled to speak, her hands trembling on whether to squeeze his waist harder or not.
“It's okay to be rough, baby wants it rough. I've been so bad to you lately.”
Her second cock wrapped around his soft one, constricting and stroking with no success. She made a tsk sound of disappointment. “No use, should I–”
“Just shut up and fuck me, I won't ask again.” he snapped at her, impatient as ever. Her frustrated glare was brief before she went for his neck, sucking harshly and biting into his flesh. The second cock joined the first, stretching him even further. Franco winced from being stretched and punctured, tears pricking from his eyes.
“Haaah, fuuuuck–” he lost the ability to form coherent words as Danny slammed into him, lifting his hips to get inside him as deep as possible.
“Anyone else you dare touch will be inferior to me.” His moan picked up in pitch when she rubbed against his prostate. “Y-yes mother, you're the best, you're the be–” he couldn't finish as she ripped another obscene moan from him.
He looked enticing on her lap, eagerly grinding into her hungry for more. Her fingers left red marks into his flesh and the light smear of blood from breaking the skin on his neck…
He looked delicious being her little bitch. She dove back into his neck, eager to leave more evidence that he belonged to someone. His sweet cries calling her mother as he came weakly further spurred her to move erratically, desperate to paint his insides.
His eyes rolled as he came, barely erect cock dribbling cum onto her stomach.
“Feels good?” She asked huffily, not far behind herself. A high whine left her as she pounded up into him fast. He nodded, disoriented and sluggish. Moments later he mewled as she came inside, savoring the warm sensation of being filled with her milky seed making his toes curl.
Stroking his face, she pulled him lower to kiss him lightly. “Thank you. You did great.” He purred under her praise, melting into a puddle of goo.
She might not be exactly what he wants, but how loved and warm he feels right now…It was addicting, fuzzy…It scared him how uninhibited he was around her, how much of a sap she reduced him to. Maybe he'll relapse to find that itch one more time, and then he swears he'll stay.
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“Stop watching television, we're going out tonight.” Franco commanded as he dropped a small bag on the coffee table.
“What's this?” Danny questioned, curiosity itching to peek inside the small bag.
“S'for you. Wear it tonight with something nice.” Her hand pulled out a pair of golden earrings made with moonstone. Her eyes glittered with awe and they darted towards his retreating figure, presumably to get freshened up.
“Hey! What's gotten into you?”
“You said you didn't have any jewelry, didn't you?” He sounded bashful, rubbing his neck not looking at her. “Well now you do.” Her heart beat a little faster.
As he left, she stared at the earrings. The pale prismatic color captured her attention, and she couldn't wait to put them on.
“They're beautiful.” She murmured to herself, rushing to her room to get dressed.
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Franco waited in the foyer, glancing at his pocketwatch chained to his pants. “We ain't got all night, what's the–” his complaint died when he heard the clack clack of her heels approach.
Black closed-toe heels complimented her black strapless maxi dress with a slit exposing her leg, complete with a matching black shawl to cover her shoulders. Her hair was neatly pulled back in a high bun to show off the shiny, glittering earrings dangling from her ears. His heart was beating out of his chest, his tummy felt all warm and rumbly, fuzzy.
Every time she graces him with her stunning appearance, he feels his resistance crumbling. She’s so pretty, and she’s coming with me~ He takes her ungloved hand and kisses the back of it, ready to take her away for the night.
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He took them out to dinner at a small, cozy restaurant. Brennan’s. They played footsies under the table and they giggled like teenagers, before remembering they had to actually order something. Danny’s eyes lit up when she looked at the menu.
“Oysters? Can we?” she asked, nudging him gently with her long, draped leg. He grabbed the menu from her hands and squinted. “Yeah sure, just don’t eat the fucking shells in public, weirdo.” To that she laughed, their banter helping take away some of the anxiety of other diners staring daggers into her back for being there. They shouldn’t be seen together in public like this, they’d stone her to death if someone found out they lived together. Especially unmarried. She told him she wanted a glass of the white bubbly stuff again with the oysters, so that’s what he demanded from the waiter when they finally showed up. They didn’t have everything for wolf’s milk on the menu, so he opted for a milk punch instead. Not as good, but good enough. He’ll just have some later at their next destination.
“So Elle, Ellie-pie, harpy…” he drawled, hesitating at the sight of the oysters j’aime. They looked fuckin’ gross to him. She already had one in her hands, turning it around to figure out the best way to eat it.
“--How do I eat this?”
“Slurp it like a fuckin’ spoon.” he was mildly annoyed being interrupted. She did as he instructed, dark beige-painted lips downing the dressed oyster smoothly. A little moan. “Oh my, this is really good, you should try it–” she picked one up carefully and held it in his face. His nose wrinkled.
“Oysters are slimy and gross, they’re like boogers. Ew.” she whined at his complaining, and he stared between her and the offending appetizer on the half-shell. He could sit there all day, as long as he got his ribeye steak in the end.
He didn’t last long unfortunately. Her puppy eyes wore him down and then she tore him down completely: “If you try it, mommy will let you eat dessert after.” His cock twitched in his pants, and he gripped his pant leg while clenching his jaw. The way she whispered, all seductively, all sensually…If he was ever without his harpy, he’d save these words for future stimulation material to get off to. She could be really fucking sexy when she wanted to.
“Feed it to me.”
As the shell pressed against his lips, he opened up and shut his eyes as he endured the unbearable texture. The tomato gravy wasn’t bad, the cornbread crumble was nice…It’s just…
He can’t stand oysters. They remind him of his dad’s business by the docks, and the one time he fell in the water on accident. When he came up, he was covered in seaweed and other things that shouldn't be there. A rancid cocktail that assaulted his nose.
He quickly swallowed, not wanting to taste the slimy, wet oyster. Danny did a cute little clap of congratulations, and he just gave her a blank-faced stare. “Just so you know, I only ordered these for you. I fuckin’ hate oysters.”
“Oh…Um, well…Thank you for trying it, and uh…Thank you, Franco. You’re sweet, you know that?”
“Shut it, now hurry up and look at the menu so we can get our entrées.”
“I actually just want this–” she pointed to the seafood gumbo on the menu.
“Fine with me, don’t come cryin’ to me if you’re still hungry later. Don’t think I haven’t seen how much you eat at home, you fuckin’ fatass.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced in pain at the sharp stab of the heel digging into his leg.
“You bitch, if you fuck up my suit I swear…I’m gonna kick your ass.” He spoke lowly, challenging her.
“Guess you don’t want dessert?” she smirked, sticking her tongue out at him as she ate another oyster. He groaned, shit she’s got him there. Fine. Fine. He’ll play fucking nice.
“I’m…sorry for calling you fat.”
“What’s that? Speak up, can’t hear you over the music–”
“For fuck’s sake, woman. Ain’t gonna say it again.”
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The rest of dinner went well. (His heart twitched out for her when she offered to cut his steak up for him, and even fed him a few bites to make him really happy.) Franco was eyeballing the dessert section of the menu. “Elle, wanna try this place's signature dessert?”
“Yeah sure–I mean yes, what's in it?”
“Bananas and ice cream. And rum.”
“Ooooh! Yes please!” Looking up at her, he quickly pressed a gloved hand on her head. Her antennae were starting to peek out.
“Getting too excited harpy, chill the fuck out.” She shrunk in her seat, face flushed with embarrassment.
“My bad! I'm just so used to being at home.”
He cracked a half-smile as he stroked her hair, making sure not to completely ruin her bun. The low rumble let him know just how happy she was.
“We should go out on more dates then.” He suggested, humming contently.
“As long as you don't keep calling me fat.”
“I'm sorry, okay? Fucking hell.”
“You sure are, and you'll definitely be.” Her smile was mostly in her eyes, mischief gleaming almost as bright as her earrings.
Danny really enjoyed the bananas foster. When the waiter came to light the dessert, she shrieked and hid behind Franco, which he found hilarious. Is she afraid of fire? Probably? He doesn't know her fears, perhaps it would be good so he could instill terror for mischief and…Other things. Watching her wrap her lips around the fucking spoon nearly made him act up. The way her long tongue nearly darted out to lick at her fingers before she remembered she was at a nice restaurant in public almost made him want to slam her on the table, break everything and take her right there and he knows she'd fucking like it the slutty animal. He'd grab that tail like a handle and ram into her like no tomorrow, cream into her moist, hot snatch–
“You ready love?” Interrupted out of his fantasy, he noticed she was grabbing his arm, urging him to get up. “You said you wanted to go somewhere else?” He composed himself and pushed his hair out of his face.
“Sure did, but ah…Let's take the scenic route.” He left a fat wad of cash on the table, eager to get the fuck out of there.
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Parking off the side of the road somewhere dark and secluded, he turned the engine off and they were seated in near darkness. Hastily, he pulled his gloves off and rushed to undo his seat belt.
“C'mere, let me show you a real good time, gonna eat you like you ate up that spoon.” Danny squealed as he pushed her down on the bench, enjoying every kiss he planted on her neck.
“Suggestion,” she murmured, leg wrapping around his torso.
“I'm listening.” He continued lower, licking a trail into her cleavage. She shivered and her grip on his hair tightened.
“Let's help each other, right now. I wanna–I wanna taste you too.” He could feel her lashes fluttering against his skin, her labored breathing and warm pulse drawing attention to her swelling breasts. He peeled her dress down to expose her hardened nipples, latching on harshly. He almost forgot to grunt an agreement in reply, too occupied with the taste of her flesh.
“I'll never say no to that, harpy. Now flip over and suck my cock like the needy whore you are, bitch.”
Eagerly, she pulled the bottom of her dress up to peel her panties off. “Want you bad.” She whined, impatiently waiting for him to slide his trousers down. As soon as his semi-erect cock was free, her hands squeezed the base and tip, making him moan. “Oh sugar,” was all he could muster, gripping her ass pressed in his face. “What a succulent little pussy, dripping for me. So thirsty.” Drawing a muffled whimper from her, he licked a strip up her folds with his tongue flat. Then he sucked on her clitoris, ripping a sharp scream from her.
“Ain't you supposed to be sucking me off? Get to work.” Snapping her out of ethereal bliss, he groaned as he felt a hot tongue and warm mouth so moist and soft envelop his needy, aching cock. When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he shuddered. “Gonna be a quickie,” he muttered, gathering drool on his tongue to dive back into her warm insides. His cheeks flushed from the heat radiating from her, his tongue reached as far as it could inside while stroking her walls. One arm wrapped around a thigh while the other snaked down between them to find her other slit. Once he did, he stuck his hand in and pulled her tentacles out, earning an alarmed gag of surprise from her. That felt so nice–He thrusted up into her mouth to make her choke again. He remembered he had her slimy appendages in his grasp, fondling them and gripping firmly to stroke. He wanted to make sure she got off fast too, a rare act of kindness from him.
Danny so badly wanted to scold him, the naughty thing! Bad boy, bad boy–Her mind was foggy, her focus elsewhere. Tongue curling tighter around the cock in her mouth, her lips sucked harder as her jaw ached. His moans vibrating through his mouth just felt too good. His hand between her tentacles with the vaginal stimulation was driving her mad, and she was ashamed that she was getting close so soon. But he said–he said it’s a quickie, so it’s okay right? Don’t make a mess don’t make a mess–
Danny nearly bit down as she shuddered a moan, pitch high and needy as the only warning Franco received. Thank fuck his shirt was unbuttoned at some point, because she came all over his chest and into his mouth. Her legs quivered and threatened to give out, kneeling over him for minutes felt like hours. She didn’t have to wait long as her mouth was filled with his bitter, creamy spunk followed by a low moan. She didn’t even hesitate to swallow, savoring his cock gradually softening up. His tongue was still lapping up everything that spilled, making her squeal at the overstimulation.
“No more! Please!” she pleaded, shrieking as he continued his assault of slurping her up.
“I think I like this better than the other dessert.” She felt his lips curl up into a telltale smirk, whimpering as he went back to sucking on her clit in favor of sticking his fingers inside to coat them in more slick. “I’ll end you,” she moaned in half frustration and half depravity.
Franco simply chose not to say anything, letting his fingers and mouth do the talking.
After he had decided enough torture was endured, he smacked her ass and shoved her off, grumbling at the mess on his chest. “Hey. Clean this shit up.” Still weak and trembling after he made her cum again, she wobbled on her knees on the car floor to lap up her cum with her tongue. Her ministrations snagged onto his nipples, to which she curiously latched on and sucked. “Nngh, fuck–Careful harpy, don’t wanna end up pregnant,” he warned, hand ghosting over her messy hair to grip. “You keep doing that and we’ll never make it to the next spot I wanna take ya.” Her ears perked up, ceasing her suckling. “Okay.” Her tongue lathed over the rest of his barrel chest, panting lightly when she had enough. His hand stroked her hair, enjoying the sensation on his skin.
Eventually both cleaned up and readjusted themselves, the car purring back to life as the headlights came back on and pulled back onto the road.
“Where is this place anyways? It’s kinda late–”
“You’ll see, it’s family owned anyways so it’ll be open. Plus, this kinda thing is meant for the night.” His free hand fell on her lap, stroking her covered thigh.
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Bright neon signs with warm lights detailed the building. Franco had driven them to Honey Island Mirage, a casino in possession of the Martino crime family. Danny snorted at the huge sign above their heads when they got out. “Heh heh,” she giggled. “The initials spell out HIM.” Franco joined in with a chuckle. “Damn right it does.” Arm in arm, she followed him inside.