Blackmail

He kissed her neck to hide his smug grin.  "What's the matter, darling, don't like it?"

The woman naked under him, her arms pinned by his hands, looked away in shame. "This is blackmail, I told you that in trust, as my HUSBAND!" Her voice grew more vehement as she went on. He couldn't help but laugh. He moved his hands to hers and entwined their fingers together, next he snaked his tail around hers, ensuring they were tangled together.

He looked into her eyes, enjoying the embarrassment and anger there. "Yes, but you seemed to have forgotten." He shifted, lining his member up with her snatch. "I'm evil" He gave a sharp thrust enjoying as she gasped as he speared her on his girth.

"B-Bastard.." She muttered her face flushing.

He began moving slowly at first, getting used to how her walls massaged his member. "You love it, if you didn't, why do you keep coming back?" She looked away, unable to answer him.

Targos had first met Lima some weeks ago, she had heard of his somewhat infamous reputation as a "Jobber" And decided to challenge him. He don't know what possessed him to accept it that day, or the stipulation he imposed if he won, but he beat her, soundly, she had been so surprised by it, and ever since had become his wife.

His pace had picked up but his attention had shifted from her face to her dark breasts, it was hypnotic the way they moved with each thrust. Her dark nipples stood erect, clear sign that despite her protests she was enjoying this.

She noticed where he was looking apparently. "W-what are you looking at, basta-AH" He decided to interrupt her by hilting himself. He switched to longer more powerful strokes, and was rewarded with the sound of her moans.

"You talk too much, just enjoy yourself." The smug grin was back on his face, he was enjoying making her squirm like this, the way her walls clenched whenever he hit that familiar spot inside her. Then her legs looped around his hips and her arms encircled his back, he was so surprised he didn't even think to kiss her back when her lips mashed into his, he opened his mouth, letting her tongue duel his before she pulled her face back, a trail of spittle connecting them. "I hate you..."

For a while he forgot about time and just enjoyed himself, slaking his lust on her body, but soon enough he felt a familiar pressure and judging by the increasing frequency of her moans she was close too, he sped up, thrusting hard and fast and gasped when he felt her walls clench him like a vice, he growled and hilted himself once more, spraying ropes of semen into her womb. He was panting, he lay on top of her and rested his head between her breasts, he murmured appreciatively when her hands came up to tousle and play with his hair.

"You're a horrible husband..." She told him in a tired voice.

"I love you too, darling wife." He replied.