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Black Beetle x You	By : Black-Beetle-Writer Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You're alive?!" you gasped, staring wide-eyed at Sportsmaster. A million thoughts were racing through your exhausted mind. That, coupled with the shock of seeing someone you thought to be dead, made you feel dizzy for a few seconds. It was almost overwhelming, especially after being mentally violated by Miss Martian earlier, even though you had slept afterwards to recover form it. You blinked hard, trying to focus and not pass out, successfully fighting back into a somewhat aware state. You stuttered, unable to form coherent sentences, "What- what are you doing here? I mean-"
Although you couldn't see his face behind the mask, you could tell from the glint in his eyes that he was smirking. He tilted his head at you slightly, "You thought I was dead?"
"I..." you started, pausing as you recalled the moment you had heard about Sportmaster's death. You had briefly mourned for him, but that had been vastly overshadowed by the anguish you had been feeling from being separated from Dawur. You continued in a weak tone, "Deathstroke said you had been killed."
Your old boss's eyes widened in surprise. "Did he now? That's interesting. Well as you can see, I'm alive and kicking," he thumped his chest with his fist in an affirmation of his statement.
You frowned, the reality of what had really happened finally catching on in your tired mind. You slumped against the wall for support, voicing your realization, "It was a lie..." Even after sleeping you still felt tired. Mental exhaustion really was annoying.
He shrugged and agreed, "Obviously." Sportsmaster leaned against the opposite wall, looking over you critically. He was silent for a moment, then muttered, half to himself, "I wonder what he's playing at."
You had been caught up in the feeling of disbelief and spark of growing anger that you had been lied to, picturing stabbing Deathstroke in your mind to relieve your frustration, but perked up at his words, eager for answers. "What do you mean?" you asked.
"The Light never does anything without a purpose. He lied to you for a reason," he replied, with a tone almost like he was talking to a child. He crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke.
"Why would he..?" you began, trailing off as what felt like hundreds of more questions raced through your mind at once. You felt really weird, a tightness in your chest for a reason you couldn't even begin to comprehend. You shook your head to chase off the unwanted thoughts.
Sportsmaster chuckled harshly, looking off to the side as his eyes narrowed, "Heh, I might have an idea, but I can't be sure. They kicked me out and replaced me with that asshole, after all."
You stared at him blankly for a second as you absorbed what he had just said. So he hadn't been killed, but had been replaced? With Deathstroke? You were beginning to feel a little bit more alert and focused, slowly recovering enough to properly think, and you wanted to know what he meant. "Really?" you asked.
"Yeah. That's why I'm here. To defend my rep," Sportsmaster replied, only elaborating on one part of his revelation, still leaving half of it unanswered, only feeding your curiosity.
Closing your eyes for a moment and racking your tired brain, you came up with the only logical conclusion. "You're... you're after Kaldur뭓hm. That won't be easy." He would have to get past security cameras, patrols of Manta guards, Tigress, and probably Black Manta himself.
He laughed, cocky and confident. "Don't you worry, kid," he assured, the snarky tone revealing his absolute belief that he could accomplish his goal. "I came prepared." You felt slightly chilled at his words, an image of Kaldur뭓hm dead and bleeding flitting briefly through your head.
Deciding it was best to try to not get too involved in that, though by your job description it was technically your duty to protect Manta's son, you were burning to get more information out of Sportsmaster and selfish as it was, that took precedence at the moment. "You said you had an idea about why Deathstroke lied to me. What are you thinking?" you asked.
He shifted against the wall to a more comfortable position, "Well, like I said, it's just a guess, but I think it might have to do with that Beetle of yours."
Cold bitter shock raced through you, making you stutter, "What... you..." No no no this couldn't be happening! Not again! Miss Martian was enough, for fuck's sake. This wasn't fair, shouldn't be happening, no fucking way. When had he figured it out? What had given you away? You and Dawur had been pretty careful, so where did you mess up?
In a move unusual for him, Sportsmaster gave you a fairly detailed explanation, "Yeah I knew. You hid it pretty well, but there were signs. I figured it out after you were acting a bit suspicious. I didn't, and still don't, care what you do with him. But if I found out, you're safe to assume that Deathstroke knows too. In fact, you can assume that all the higher-ups in the Light know."
"Shit... Shit! This-" your recovering mental state slipped back into a stuttering mess, torn between fighting down panic and trying to deal with this new unfortunate truth. You breathed deeply a few times to prevent the panic from overtaking you. God knows this wasn't the time to freak out, even though you had just been dealt a tremendous blow to what you had believed for so long. Fuck. Sportsmaster knew, and the Light's leaders knew? Lex Luthor, Vandal Savage, probably Black Manta... shit, and you had been under Black Manta's command for quite a while. Had he known when he sent you to the Reach Ship? Your eyes widened as you followed that thought. Did the Ambassador know too?! You furiously replayed memory after memory of your interactions with the persons in question, trying to see if you missed any clues.
Your old boss sighed, pushing off the wall and taking a couple steps towards you, "Look, I don't know why it was so important to hide, and I don't really care one way or another, but I'll give you some advice, kid. Watch your back and keep your eyes open for any clues. They're probably trying to use you to accomplish something if they let it go on for this long. If you pay attention, you might figure it out."
You felt defeated, like your whole world was ending and there wasn't shit you could do about. Sportmaster's hand on your shoulder was your only comfort. "Okay..." you answered dumbly. He was right, and you clung to his words as if they were a lifeline from the sinking ship called reality. You vaguely wondered what, or if, you should tell Dawur when you ran into him again. The word 'if' popped its ugly head into your thoughts, and you shoved it down. When you saw him again, you told yourself, because you would.
"Just think carefully before you make any moves. The Light's partnership with the Reach has more complexities than I like to think about and probably even more than I do know about. You might be forced to make a choice soon, whenever they play their hand." His eyes narrowed, and he continued, "Take care of yourself, and sorry about this in advance..." he trailed off, lifting his hand from your shoulder.
"Huh?" you frowned, but it was too late, and the last thing you knew was Sportsmaster drawing back his arm, then a pain on the side of your head, and blackness.
You woke up lying on the cold floor with a massive headache. A Manta guard was hovering over you. "Are you okay?" a male voice asked. You blinked, sitting up and rubbing your head, wincing as the pain of the headache flared up. At your nod, the man stood up, stepping back from you to give you some space.
"What happened?" you asked after a few moments, when you felt better and not on the verge of passing out again. The guard filled you in on what had transpired while you had been unconscious. Sportsmaster and Cheshire had attempted to murder Kaldur뭓hm. They had failed thanks to Black Manta, Deathstroke, and Tigress mainly, but the attack had spurred Manta's son out of his catatonic state in defense of his father. Miss Martian had escaped during the chaos, and multiple security cameras and the main surveillance control room had been destroyed. That was a needed lucky break for you, as it guaranteed that your conversation with Sportsmaster would not be found out about. Still, that paled in comparison to the information you had learned from him.
The next two days were spent fixing up the ship and repairing the damage. After another round of sleep, you felt much better than before. It had been a stressful past day, but every minute that passed put it farther behind you, and you had too much to think about and figure out to let yourself feel bad anymore. Manta spent a lot of time with his son, who was awake and getting better every day. You had not been scolded for failing to be at your post during the attack, thankfully. Everyone was too focused on Kaldur뭓hm's recovery. Deathstroke had vanished somewhere apparently, and you had not once run into him. That was fine with you, since every time you thought about him you felt angry, but you knew you could not act on it. You had to pretend like everything was okay. Tigress had taken over giving commands while Manta hovered over his son. It gave you a lot of time to rest up and think about what your next move should be. Not to mention you still needed to determine whether you truly loved Dawur or not.
Your heart burned whenever you began to muse over it, and you had spent hours going over every memory of every moment you had ever spent with him. It often led you in emotional circles, torturing yourself about every question you had asked yourself in the past, whether he could really love you back, how he felt about you, how you felt, and every possible scenario. Miss Martian's words tended to haunt you as well, and whenever you thought about her, you would always end up fantasizing about ways you could kill her. It was a nice distraction from trying to figure your own feelings out and getting wound up over and over. You kept busy with the repair work during the times you let your mind wander, so the hours didn't drag by and you could remain productive. In the end, you reaffirmed your decision from your time in Luthor's farms, to just let it go where it may go and enjoy the relationship as it is, and as for your own feelings, you decided that you thought you loved him. It was the logical conclusion after pouring over your memories, but love is an illogical emotion. You would know for absolute sure when you saw him again. Somehow, that thought gave you a bit of happiness and peace.
What time you spent not thinking about your relationship with Dawur was used considering the knowledge Sportsmaster had imparted to you. You had grudgingly accepted that he knew the truth about you and Black Beetle, though it still stung that he had figured it out despite all your precautions. You knew he meant it when he had said he didn't really care, so you guessed it was alright that he knew. He definitely wouldn't tell anyone, especially after the Light had betrayed him. You had analyzed it for hours but you could not figure out why Deathstroke had lied to you about Sportsmaster. It made no sense to you. What purpose would it serve? You resolved to ask him when you next saw him, as dangerous as that may be. You just needed to know why. He must know that you knew he lied. There was no way around it and you could not fake that you didn't know. He might be expecting you to bring it up, in which case you shouldn't trust what he tells you about that. In fact, you shouldn't trust anything he says.
The whole situation kind of threw into question what you had been told by the other leaders of the Light. What had been a lie, and what had been truth? You had blindly accepted orders from them without question before, yet recognizing tests when you encountered them, such as the one Black Manta had given you to spy on the Reach. The result of that had been just reporting to him information that he already knew. It had been a test of your loyalty, you figured. Maybe you were being manipulated without your knowing? But for what purpose? The leaders of the Light obviously didn't trust you to tell you the truth, so you were just a pawn to them. That thought unsettled you greatly. Anyways, assuming the Light's leaders knew about you and Dawur, why would they allow you to continue the relationship?
One option was that they just didn't care, though that was unlikely. The Light was strict about keeping its matters tight and guarding its secrets, and that included every member of the Light. If you were part of the group, you played by the rules, no exceptions. The Light always made sure that no mistakes would be made, and thoroughly thought out their plans so there were no leaks. So you could rule that option out. If what Sportsmaster said was true, and there were complexities to the Light's partnership with the Reach, they wouldn't just let you develop a relationship with such a prominent member of the Reach like Black Beetle without reason. That also implied that all wasn't well in the partnership, and there was something more going on. You did not know enough to make any educated guesses, but it did not bode well. You had a bad feeling about it, but you had to pretend like nothing was wrong. No one could know that Sportsmaster had talked to you. You also figured that he hadn't told you everything he knew either. He had no incentive to do so, and you were lucky to find out what you did.
So what you could conclude from this mess of information was that you were missing a few key pieces to the puzzle, but it involved you and Dawur in some way. You wondered if he knew what was going on, though if you thought about it with the assumption that the Light wasn't disclosing everything to the Reach, then you could safely conclude that he did not know either. This reeked of danger and risk and you did not like it, not at all. You were unsure if you could even put the Ambassador in the same boat as the Light's leaders. He might not be on the same page as them either. In which case, you could not form a solid guess on whether he knew about your relationship with the Reach's warrior or not. Your memories of your interactions with him did not give you any solid evidence either. As much as the situation sucked, it helped a little to think it out and organize your thoughts, even though in the end you could not really figure out what was going on. At least you knew you needed to keep an eye out for clues, and that you were most likely being used by the Light to accomplish some purpose. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you just had to suck it up and play along for now. If you rebelled, they would kill you. Plus you still felt a bit of loyalty to the Light, as much as you hated to admit it. They had taken you in when you had been at the lowest point in your life.
You were pondering Sportmaster's final warning about having to make a choice, while walking down the halls when you came upon Tigress standing outside of a very familiar door. Thinking about that warning gave you really bad vibes and a strong feeling of dread at the implications, so you shoved those thoughts aside for now with a promise to come back to them later. Besides, Sportsmaster had a beef with the Light now, and had his own agenda. The Light had their agenda, your old boss had his agenda, the Reach had their agenda... fuck it was actually pretty annoying. Why couldn't anything just be simple anymore? At least you knew to keep a look out for any scrap of information to give you a better idea of what was really going on, and you could not take anything lightly.
Stopping beside her, you waited patiently until she turned to acknowledge you. After spending so much time working along side her, you knew the best way to approach her now. "How is Kaldur뭓hm?" you asked.
"He's better," she said, looking back at the door," Black Manta has been spending a lot of time with him." Nothing you didn't already know, but you felt obligated to continue the conversation to avoid awkwardness.
"It's understandable," you began, "I mean, they're father and son after all. So... anything else new?" You really wanted to see if you could glean anything from her to help with your own situation.
"Did you hear about the Warworld?" she asked, glancing at you. Tigress never seemed to show any sort of emotion outside of anything involving Manta's son, so you were a bit surprised when you detected the tiniest bit of concern in her voice.
Confused, you frowned and shook your head, replying, "No, what's that about?" You had read over entry on the Warworld in the Light's database while you had been stuck in this ship. It had helped distract you from your boredom and depression. You had never thought it would have been relevant though. The Reach had shared some data about the galaxy with the Light when they had arrived, and the Warworld had been included in that.
"A few days ago, Mongul tried to attack the Earth with it," Tigress answered, her eyes narrowing behind her mask, but otherwise her expression was unreadable.
What the actual fuck. "Really?!" That was around the time when Sportsmaster and Cheshire had invaded the Manta ship. No wonder you hadn't heard until now. It seems like everything was going to shit all of a sudden.
"Yes," she confirmed, "He was stopped by Earth's heroes, and I heard that the Reach sacrificed a good number of their ships to prevent catastrophic damage to the planet. Now the Reach has taken possession of the Warworld, but they haven't moved it from its last position." All of that critical information was delivered in a monotone.
Your eyes widened as it sunk in. You knew the Reach had lied to most of the planet about how many ships they had, and for them to make such a risky maneuver, it had to have been really bad. "They blew their cover..." you whispered, shocked. The Ambassador must have gambled a number of his ships in order to gain control of the Warworld.
"Not only that, but apparently there has been some sort of security problem up there. I overheard Black Manta talking about it to Kaldur," Tigress said, still facing the room.
You blinked, mulling over this new puzzle piece. On top of everything else to consider, you now had to figure out how the Warwold fit into the equation, and more importantly, "I wonder what exactly the issue is," you muttered, voicing your thoughts.
"Who knows," she shrugged, ending the conversation. You took the queue and left, resuming your clean up duties, as you still had a few more hours to complete before you could get some rest. Like every time you got the chance to sleep since Sportsmaster's revelation, you ended up lying on your bed awake for hours with your mind racing, thinking about Dawur, the Light, the Reach, and now the Warworld until you just couldn't think anymore, and finally managed to fall asleep. At the very least all this thinking prevented you from feeling sorry for yourself too much and gave you a goal to focus on. You did get an answer to two of your questions the next day.
You found yourself in the docking bay of the Manta ship with your bag packed, fully dressed with your swords and mask, standing in front of Deathstroke, fighting down the nerves from seeing him again. The man always set off your sense of danger. You still felt pissed off that he had lied to you, but you did not let it show, sticking to your decision to pretend your conversation with Sportsmaster had never happened and act accordingly. You didn't know where he had been but this was the first time seeing him in a while. "I have a new assignment for you," he stated.
"Sir?" you frowned slightly, remembering Sportsmaster's words. The Light never does anything without a reason, so if your job was changing, there was a purpose behind it. You had to be on your toes and alert.
"You heard about the Warworld incident from Tigress, right?" he asked, his one eye staring coldly at you from behind his full mask. You didn't even feel surprised he knew about that. It was almost expected now, but it still really creeped you out.
"Yes, sir," you confirmed. "There's a problem with security, I believe?" You didn't want to beat around the bush when it was obvious where this was leading. You probably were going to be sent up there.
"The key to activate it was stolen," he informed you. The Warworld's key was necessary to pilot the massive space ship. Without the key, it was just a hunk of metal floating in space. Even if the Reach had control of it, they couldn't do anything with it.
You might be able to get a bit more out of him to help you with your puzzle if you played your cards right. Keeping a calm appearance, you asked, "By who?"
"Still trying to figure that out," he answered, "But in the meantime the Light will be supplying a number of guards to the Warworld to assist the Reach in security there. Since you have experience in this field, I've decided to send you up there along with four of my other subordinates."
Wow, well that was quite the eye opener. So the Reach were guarding the inactive Warworld which had its key stolen by an unknown party, and the Light was sending assistance. This was just too perfect to be a coincidence. You could safely assume that Deathstroke did know about you and Dawur. Even if you had past experience working with the Reach, for him to single you out at this moment after separating you from your lover raised too many warning flags. You couldn't be sure what Deathstroke intended, but you had a feeling it wasn't good. However, you had to play along, "Understood. I will do my best."
"I'm sure you will. Ever used a boom tube before?" he asked, holding up a strange control. It was fairly small, but although you knew about boom tubes, you had never seen one in action before.
"No," you admitted, yet you could not help feeling a bit of excitement over getting to actually use one. You had a growing suspicion and hope that the reason you were being sent up to the Warworld was because Dawur was up there, and the boom tube would transport you to the ship instantly.
Deathstroke chuckled, "It's the best way to travel." He clicked the button and a yellow portal opened behind him. So that's what a boom tube looked like. You couldn't see your destination, but you knew that it would take you to the Warworld... and probably Dawur. You slapped yourself mentally before you felt too giddy with longing, reminding yourself that you were being manipulated. "Go. The rest are already up there," he ordered. You nodded and stepped up to the portal, before pausing and turning back to face your boss. "Anything else?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Here goes nothing, "Actually, yes..." you started, taking a steadying breath before continuing, "I was wondering why you told me Sportsmaster was dead?" There. You did it.
"I thought you might ask that," he replied, slowly closing the distance between you two. "He left the Light. Essentially, he was dead to us. Understand?" his voice dropped down low as he stopped right in front of you, sending shivers of repressed fear down your spine. You felt like you were standing before a dangerous wolf. He held your gaze with a cold stare, and you understood that it would be a good idea to not push the topic. He may or may not be telling the truth, but pursuing it would definitely lead to unpleasantness.
"I see..." you acknowledged, using all your willpower to not step back from him. The boom tube was still open behind you, every one of your senses was screaming at you to not turn your back to this man. You knew you had to go, but you just couldn't move.
"Is that all?" he inquired, his deep voice still low and quiet. You swallowed, feeling like you were about to start sweating. Fuck he was scary when he was like this.
"Yes, sir," you nodded, and fighting your instinct, you took a step back, breaking the spell he held over you. Slowly turning around, you stepped through the boom tube, and after a rush of energy and flash of yellow, you stood in the wide halls of the Warworld. The portal closed behind you, and you looked around, noting the alien architecture. It was different from the Reach. Tall yellow lights ran the length of the metal hallway. You were alone. Well fuck. At least you weren't stuck in that Manta ship anymore, you were away from Deathstroke, and you had a good chance of seeing Dawur again. Your heart fluttered and you smiled at the thought. You waited a few minutes, wondering if you should stay here or wander around to find someone, when a man dressed in the standard combat gear issued by the Light walked around the corner and motioned you to go to him.
Shouldering your bag, you approached the man, who briefed you on your assignment in the Warworld. He was one of the four others Deathstroke had sent up here. They each had their own patrol area, overlapping with the ones the Reach had set up. He showed you to your temporary room, already pre-stocked with food and other supplies, to drop your bag off, and then led you to your own station and patrol route. You dared not ask who was head of the Reach's security for the Warworld, though you hoped to god it was Dawur. If you asked, you knew Deathstroke would find out, and you preferred that to not happen. You wouldn't be seeing much of the other Light members, each of them along with you taking watch over a different part of the ship. You did find out that you would only be guarding the area around the key chamber, since apparently the Justice League was watching over the chamber itself. That was interesting.. you hadn't been told that by your boss. You made a mental note of it but didn't dwell on it. There were other matters to be concerned with, specifically if Dawur was here or not. If he was, you knew you would run into him. It was only a matter of time. Though it could be days before you did, and the need and excitement over possibly seeing him again made every second seem like an hour.
It was only getting towards the end of your first shift guarding the corridors of the Warship and you were already wanting to tear your hair out in frustration. This was possibly more boring than being stuck in the Manta ship, as ironic as it was. At least there you had some people to talk to, but the only other living beings you saw in the Warship were the occasional Reach patrol passing by. Your expectation of seeing Dawur was killing you, and dominating your thoughts. You couldn't even really ponder about any other issues right now, even though you knew you had to remain alert and on the look out for clues. Sighing and burying your face in your hands for a moment, you decided to fuck it and just go back to your room. At least there you could masturbate to thoughts of him or something, and hope for better luck tomorrow.
Pushing off the wall you were leaning against, you began to make your way back to your room, about to turn the first corner, when a tall figure wearing a familiar style of green armor cut across your path. You stopped short in shock, eyes wide. The memory of Dawur telling you about his Beetle brother from mars flashed across your mind, and you realized that this must be him.
The Martian looked at you, sharing your expression of surprise. After a short moment, he said with an unusual accent, "You must be the last of the Light's guards." At your nod confirming his statement, he continued, "You may call me Green Beetle." As you opened your mouth to reply, a tall figure in black armor strode passed Green Beetle. Time seemed to crawl by in slow motion, your heart beats slowed, your breath caught in your throat, as the one who had dominated your thoughts for almost a month stopped right after passing his brother, and turned to look at you. Those red eyes that had haunted your dreams opened wide is disbelief and absolute shock briefly flitted across his face. You wanted to go to him, to touch him, to scream and cry and laugh and dance like a fucking idiot but all you could do was stand there numbly. Thankfully, Dawur had better composure and acted immediately.
"Continue the patrol," he ordered his fellow Beetle, "I need a word with this meat." Ignoring the Martian's questioning look, he stalked over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away down the hall in the opposite direction. During a glance back, you saw Green Beetle pass out of sight, obeying the request he had been given with a curious look on his face. In the back of your mind, you knew that was a bad sign, but you couldn't be bothered to give a shit right now.
"D- ... What are-" you stuttered, aware that you might still be in earshot of Green Beetle. Everything you had planned to say to him fled your mind and all you could focus on was the feel of him touching you. Your heart was racing now, the joy of seeing him again after such a long time was threatening to overwhelm you. It had been over a month... too long. Far, far too long. You knew what was coming and damn did you want it.
"Silence," he commanded. You shut your mouth and allowed yourself to be led down several corridors, almost having to jog to keep up with his quick stride. He wasn't looking at you, instead glancing around as you got farther and farther away from your original post. Suddenly he stopped in front of a closed door and hit two buttons on a control console while still holding onto you. The door slid open and he flung you inside, following you in before the door closed behind him.
With no warning, he shoved you face first against the nearby hard wall, his hands reaching around to roughly grope your breasts, his touch needy with barely controlled lust. His teeth sank into your shoulder, making you cry out in both pain and desire. He really wanted to fuck, just as you did. After giving you a good squeeze, he released you from his bite and yanked your pants down, exposing you to him and the cold air of the ship. You twisted your neck to look over your shoulder at him, desperate to just see him and watch his expressions. He slicked a finger along your folds once, a dark smirk spreading across his face when he felt how wet you already were. Dawur's red eyes held your gaze as he teased you for a short moment. You hissed in slight pain as he didn't waste much time and slipped one finger into your tight cunt, quickly following it up with a second finger, pumping in and out to get you ready. You gritted your teeth as you were stretched, whimpering from the sparks of light pleasure that began to shoot through you when he curled his fingers deep in your pussy. Your desire to be filled by him again was driving you mad with need. He purred when he felt you clench around his digits, your cunt pulsing with need. He withdrew his fingers, rewarding your arousal with a few strokes to your clit. Your legs nearly buckled under the intense assault and you moaned loudly. He chuckled at your reaction, enjoying the effect he was having on you. Good thing he had pinned you to the wall.
You heard the tell tale sign of his armor exposing his huge dick, and spread your legs wider, ready and wanting to accept him into you, even knowing it would probably hurt after the lack of sex for the month you had been separated. He flipped you around to face him, burying your face into his strong chest and lifting you up by your hips. You stifled back a cry as his length surged into you, trembling from the conflicting pain and pleasure. He barely gave you any time to get used to him, pushing you hard into the wall as he began to fuck you. Dawur's thrusts were feral, rough and deep, slamming into you with such force that it would definitely be impossible to walk afterwards, not to mention leaving you bruised and sore. But it felt so good, so fucking good. You reached up to grip his shoulders and did your best to push back against him. It took a few minutes but you quickly got used to his size again thanks to your generous lubrication, the pain fading and replaced only by pleasure. His deep growls only turned you on more as he fucked you hard, clearly he was really enjoying the sex too. This was hot, animalistic fucking, driven by pent up desire after a lengthy separation. He nearly pulled out of you with each thrust, only to fill your tight cunt with his hard cock again and again. Your body quivered from the delicious feeling of his dick stroking your sensitive inner walls, and you could not help the moans and screams that escaped your mouth.
You climaxed soon after the pain had faded, the hard pumping had quickly driven you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his penis as your body bucked uncontrollably, your hands clawing at his chest, arms, and shoulders. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head as you lost yourself completely in the crashing waves of pleasure. He paused his feral fucking, leaving his cock fully engulfed in your warmth, moaning deep in his chest as he enjoyed the feeling of your orgasm milking him for all you were worth. As soon as you started coming down from your high, Dawur resumed his wild thrusts and you nearly cried from the sheer intensity of how good his dick felt pumping in your abused cunt. You wrapped your legs more tightly around his waist and shifted to slightly adjust the angle he was fucking you from. He moved his hands from your thighs to squeeze your ass as he picked up the pace, somehow melding your sexes together even faster than before, the amazing heat of your coupling driving you to your second orgasm in minutes. You cried out his name repeatedly as fireworks of pleasure tore through you, starting from your core all the way through your body. He snarled and slammed into you hard one last time, his huge dick pulsing inside you, filling you beyond your capacity, forcing his built up release to seep out of where you two were joined.
Dawur kept his penis buried to the hilt inside of you, enjoying the feeling of being together once again as you both came down from your respective climaxes. He shifted his weight slightly to lean more against you, resting you both on the wall. It took you a good few minutes to calm your harsh panting. Your body still trembled now and then from the afterglow of the furious sex. This was similar to when you first had sex, you realized, the thought making you giggle. It also served to gain his attention, and he lifted one hand up to pull back on your hair, tilting your face up. Contrary to the hard fucking you had just undergone, when Dawur's lips claimed yours, he was quite gentle and relaxed, his tongue sweeping into your mouth in a slow caress.
After a moment of enjoying the taste of his mouth, mewling when his other hand massaged your ass with an accompanying roll of his hips, he drew back to run his tongue along your cheek. "I missed you too," you teased, looking up at him with a smile.
"I thought I told you to shut up, Meat," he replied, his red eyes betraying his amusement and pleasure at seeing you again. He had the look of a very satisfied male, a sight that thrilled you and gave you a sense of pride. You did that. You gave him that look.
"Why don't you shut me up then?" you taunted. His lips curled up in a dark, lustful smirk, and you felt him twitch inside you, still hard even after filling you with his seed. As he proceeded into round two, you knew deep down, that your heart was in sync with your thoughts. You really did love him.
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