[ It speaks volumes to the attention Weiss yearns for from him, and just how damn good a job she was doing at getting it, that Ragna almost completely forgets about the ghouls that caused him to jump so frightfully at the start. They laud them, lament the lack of visual thanks to her 'divine' intervention, and yet if only they could fully see the way she clings to him. Hugging him like the cuddliest teddy bear! Squeezing him so tight in more ways than one that he'd be hard-pressed to ever want to let her go.
...yeah, there's not a damn thing cuddly about this. Not with the way they so desperately clutch at one another, running circles around each other in this state of blinding bliss as they're practically shoving one another further and further towards the edge of that cliff. The rise, the fall, the brute force of that impact when they land together was going to be something neither one of them would forget. ]
[ It was. Until Ragna's blistering promise of where his first hot load was about to go actually shoots her straight back to the surface. And Weiss tapping his shoulder while his hands keep that nice grip on her ass forces him to be hauled straight to the water's surface with her. ]
H-Huh??
[ Not inside? But— He's on the brink. So damn close. Not at the point of no return just yet, but clarity hits him like a freight train. He had no clue. Could people get knocked up here? He wasn't wearing a condom, so was he about to ruin this girl's entire stay here if luck wasn't on their side? And yet, if this Wildcard's suit manifested, such a prospect might have sounded...tempting— even in concept. What would he do if his suit was activated? Become utterly insatiable? The true beast to her beauty while he cinched her waist with his strong arms around her back?
Claim her? Never stop fucking her? Breed her— ]
Shit— get off, get off...!
[ She's not wanting it for the sake of avoiding cum-stained panties, he's...thinking this is an entirely different problem. Yet another lesson he will soon learn (and regret not having). But he does concede defeat, even helping her as his strong hands glide over her hips and lift her until his dick pops out. And he can't help it. He can't help but watch as his mismatched hues immediately drift to between them, both her hands pumping that burning hot, turgid, downright shamefully throbbing mess of a cock as precum spills at an alarming rate.
He might be feeling a twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but far be it from Ragna to complain about that when a topless angel was jacking his dick so fucking good. Ragna doesn't want to get in the way of what she was doing...but did she cum too? Her pussy was tapping so quickly around his cock before that it almost felt like she was just on the brink. ]
Holy— Shit...Shit...shit...
[ His hands rest atop her own thighs, squeezing them for purchase as his cock gives another heavy lurch in her grip. Then another, repeating quicker than last time. The core of his abdomen is so tight right now as he's taken over the edge before her. Gritting his teeth, his left eye slams shut as he exhales long and heavy when he releases, vision haloing around Weiss.
She's was the one quite literally handling him. This was Ragna's first time. It's also the first time in a long time since he's last masturbated. Which means a very pent-up, backed up Ragna can't help the load that she was literally milking out of him with each wet-sounding stroke of her hands up and down his pulsing girth. Clench. Throb. It almost feels like it's not going to stop as shot after shot of hot white cum splashes until finally...
Fucking finally his feet are flat on the elevator floor once more, his hands having moved to clutch those curvy hips of hers tight amidst his orgasm as his broader chest heaved, heart throbbing everywhere he can still feel on his body. Even to the still twitching, cum-spilling dick that's no doubt made a mess of Weiss' hands among anywhere else. ]
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...yeah, there's not a damn thing cuddly about this. Not with the way they so desperately clutch at one another, running circles around each other in this state of blinding bliss as they're practically shoving one another further and further towards the edge of that cliff. The rise, the fall, the brute force of that impact when they land together was going to be something neither one of them would forget. ]
[ It was. Until Ragna's blistering promise of where his first hot load was about to go actually shoots her straight back to the surface. And Weiss tapping his shoulder while his hands keep that nice grip on her ass forces him to be hauled straight to the water's surface with her. ]
H-Huh??
[ Not inside? But— He's on the brink. So damn close. Not at the point of no return just yet, but clarity hits him like a freight train. He had no clue. Could people get knocked up here? He wasn't wearing a condom, so was he about to ruin this girl's entire stay here if luck wasn't on their side? And yet, if this Wildcard's suit manifested, such a prospect might have sounded...tempting— even in concept. What would he do if his suit was activated? Become utterly insatiable? The true beast to her beauty while he cinched her waist with his strong arms around her back?
Claim her? Never stop fucking her? Breed her— ]
Shit— get off, get off...!
[ She's not wanting it for the sake of avoiding cum-stained panties, he's...thinking this is an entirely different problem. Yet another lesson he will soon learn (and regret not having). But he does concede defeat, even helping her as his strong hands glide over her hips and lift her until his dick pops out. And he can't help it. He can't help but watch as his mismatched hues immediately drift to between them, both her hands pumping that burning hot, turgid, downright shamefully throbbing mess of a cock as precum spills at an alarming rate.
He might be feeling a twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but far be it from Ragna to complain about that when a topless angel was jacking his dick so fucking good. Ragna doesn't want to get in the way of what she was doing...but did she cum too? Her pussy was tapping so quickly around his cock before that it almost felt like she was just on the brink. ]
Holy— Shit...Shit...shit...
[ His hands rest atop her own thighs, squeezing them for purchase as his cock gives another heavy lurch in her grip. Then another, repeating quicker than last time. The core of his abdomen is so tight right now as he's taken over the edge before her. Gritting his teeth, his left eye slams shut as he exhales long and heavy when he releases, vision haloing around Weiss.
She's was the one quite literally handling him. This was Ragna's first time. It's also the first time in a long time since he's last masturbated. Which means a very pent-up, backed up Ragna can't help the load that she was literally milking out of him with each wet-sounding stroke of her hands up and down his pulsing girth. Clench. Throb. It almost feels like it's not going to stop as shot after shot of hot white cum splashes until finally...
Fucking finally his feet are flat on the elevator floor once more, his hands having moved to clutch those curvy hips of hers tight amidst his orgasm as his broader chest heaved, heart throbbing everywhere he can still feel on his body. Even to the still twitching, cum-spilling dick that's no doubt made a mess of Weiss' hands among anywhere else. ]