Fucking clumsy mantises, man...

>your window breaks for the third time this month
>god damn it Lee, it costs money to have that replaced
>you resign yourself to what you know is going to happen now and get up from the computer to go walk to your room
>there she is, stuck there. Lee's been bothering you for about a month now since she went into 'heat' or whatever their deal is
>and apparently she decided you were her husband
>while this had it's perks -- no more oni hitting on you at the gym, they can smell the other girl on you or something, the disadvantages are pretty massive too
>for one she tries to break into your room every damn night
>she usually -- usually -- can open the window but then she gets stuck in the frame because she hooks her scythes on something and you need to pull her free
>unfortunately today she must have messed something up because the window has been smashed for the third time this month
>she's... Lee is not very good at a large variety of things. Honestly, you suspect the demon lord herself smiles upon her because it's a miracle she's lived this long with the equivalent of deadly blades on her hands
>she's given up trying to rape you since she accidentally stumbled down the stairs and nearly broke her leg a week or two ago and now she just...
>well, you'll see in a moment
>you open the door in the room to see Lee's emotionless face while she struggles with the frame, scythe stuck in the wall.
>fuck. It's going to be a bitch to fix that
>she stares at you, face devoid of emotion but for her eyes slightly averting from yours
>you groan and get ready to pull her free
>after a few moments of struggling she's inside your room and you're checking the damage in the wall
>not too bad, nothing some spackle can't fix
>after a moment of catching her breath she walks over to the bed and...
>well, presents herself is the best way to describe it
>she pulls off the incredibly frilly lingere that was her only clothing and bends over at the waist, cunt visibly wet while she stands there, scythes splayed on the bed and staring emotionlessly at the wall while she swishes her hips back and forth, trying to entice you to take her, probably
>unfortunately for her, the oven takes that moment to ding and you rush out of the room to make sure the food isn't burned
>if you were there you'd see an almost disappointed look on her face as she mechanically stands, retrieves her lingere, and puts it back on before following you downstairs
>you can hear the crash just as you're getting the chicken onto the cutting board and you sigh
>walking around the corner is Lee, who has managed to entangle herself in her own panties and is now partially hanging herself with her bra from the railing
>you grumble and pull her free, pulling her lingere off to a mild blush from her before pulling her upright
>any moment there would have been if you weren't already turning back for the chicken is lost when she puts her lingere on again, this deviation from whatever mental script she's following not being tolerated
>you're already cutting chicken when she moves into the kitchen and you gesture for her to take a seat at the dinner table you've set up in here
>she seems a bit confused but she sits down and you place some chicken for her to eat
>dinner is an entirely silent affair, Lee occasionally stripping off her top and trying to display her near lack of chest to you, wiggling about like a succubus but lacking the charm or natural 'talents'.
>she does actually eat, though, to your gratefulness. you're not sure if she can feed herself.
>she tries to hug you from behind twice while you're stacking up plates and putting them in the dishwasher but merely succeeding in tripping over a puddle of water -- twice! -- that was there since she bumped into you the first time you were setting the table
>she follows you out into the living room where you try to put on her favorite program (Animal Planet. She really likes the insect shows for some reason, but man do those compound eyes freak you out.)
>another crash behind you. even for her this is particularly clumsy.
>you turn and realize that she's somehow embedded herself in your couch. There is a minor grunting noise but she can't properly stand, scythes stuck through the frame and head wedged between two cushions
>her knees wobble and the awkward posture makes her ass shake... enticingly, somehow.
>You turn to watch her, animal planet forgotten
>You have no idea how someone manages to get both scythes stuck in two different parts of the couch but you're pretty sure it's ruined and yet
>you don't care
>that ass -- lee's delicious, beautiful ass -- wiggles and writhes in front of you, lingerie complementing it's appeal for once instead of just looking ridiculous on her thin frame.
>you reach out like David reaching for the face of God
>fingers meet soft flesh
>there is no verbal reaction from Lee but she squirms harder, trying to free herself so she can hop back on script.
>sorry Lee, sometimes things don't go according to plan.
>your fingers explore every inch of her smooth, pert and fit bottom while she wriggles ever so slightly, trying to free herself but only lodging herself even deeper in your couch.
>she owes you for it
>yeah
>that's how you'll justify what you're about to do
>you fumble with your belt buckle for a moment in your excitement, but soon your pants are off and your boxers quickly join them before you step behind her
>once more you admire how well she keeps herself
>and the beauty of the ruffles and frills against her pale, smooth skin
>sadly, they must go. You hook your fingers into the waistband and she visibly stiffens
>not much, but it corresponds with your own stiffening
>though to be fair yours is much grander
>down, down her legs it goes, and you carefully lift one of her legs to unhook it
>she's mostly still now but by all the gods and demons is she wet
>you are seized by a sudden, manic desire to see what Lee tastes like
>and you've been known for your poor impulse control
>you drop to your knees and begin your worship
>she audibly starts "...!" when you first kiss her lower lips and her taste overpowers your senses
>well, the source is right here, after all. It'd be a shame to come this way and not have a taste...
>your tongue darts out and licks her top to bottom of her cunt and she shivers -- shivers! -- while her juices coat your tongue.
>she's tangy and strong but not unappealing
>well, time for a second opinion
>and a third, you decide -- just to see her reaction after she half-jumped that time
>soon five minutes are lost as you steal every bit of her precious fluids from her that you can and you can hear muffled heavy breathing from inside the couch
>she's getting closer, you can feel it
>you focus more heavily on her hidden pearl and the muffled breath grows heavier
>you want results, and now!
>a finger slips its way inside of her cunt and hooks downwards as you swirl your tongue on her clit and she finishes with a "... ah!"
>Lee has coated your face and neck and probably ruined your shirt with her outpouring but the moment you step back to remove your now extremely damp shirt she collapses to the ground as best as she can in her position
>hmmm...
>you can hear her panting and her legs are looking wobbly so while you strip your shirt off you give yourself a bit of self loving, a few pumps here and there while you consider your options
>eventually she stumbles back into a standing position, or at least tries to
>you assist her a bit with getting her hips high enough, taking a few generous squeezes of that delicious ass while setting her to more firm ground
>you stand back and admire your 'wife' for a moment
>she's got good posture, or she would if she wasn't, well, stuck. You decide to assist her by widening her stance a bit
>a shame, but that couch ain't going to fix itself
>you're gonna need to have it repaired, you remark out loud
>perhaps she could find another way to -- repay you?
>she doesn't get that one.
>Mantises are a bit thick on the rhetorical statements, aren't they?
>You don't even sigh that time, you just step up behind her and lay your cock over her ass, trying to figure exactly how deep you're gonna go
>while you aren't massive, you're at least decent and Lee is, honestly, tiny.
>You're gonna be well past her pelvis and into her stomach if you actually fit
>you worry for a moment, and then remember she's a monster
>she'll probably stretch to accommodate
>and anyway she owes you for all of your wrecked stuff
>sudden, mild anger seizes you
>you rub yourself against her tight pussy and she starts again
>once, twice, thrice
>lube yourself up properly, you may have to be a little rough on her to get your point across
>and now for the fun part
>you line yourself up and begin to press into her
>her spine jumps into a straight line and she makes an inquisitive noise "...?" but you ignore it and grip firmly with both hands onto her hips, controlling your push into her
>fuck, she is beyond tight
>she's tiny and it feels like a vise on your dick yet just yielding and soft enough to feel Good with a capital G.
>you let out a relieved "fffff-UCK" as you hilt in her, all of you buried inside of Lee
>she looks... swollen is probably not the right word but maybe 'spread' would best describe it
>given how big you are in comparison to her size she probably couldn't close her legs much further than they already are, and they're nearly at a forty degree angle
>her back arches and she makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like 'please, no' as you pull out but you shush her and carefully massage her hips as you pull all the way out then thrust back inside
>she's not making any sounds yet but the way she gently pushes back onto you ensures that this isn't entirely one sided
>not that most monsters would EVER refuse sex, as far as you can tell
>she comes not but thirty seconds later -- bit of a quickfire, Lee
>her juices spatter below onto the carpet and you swear in your mind
>well, the carpet's gonna need to be replaced now, might as well make the best of it and add it onto her list of debts to repay
>she's twitching as you build speed into her, churning up her too-tight insides, loosening her up for your first load
>you can feel it building but you feel no real desire to suppress your desire and you keep your speed steady until you're just on the brink and then you slam into her with deeper, more powerful thrusts before grabbing so tightly onto her that her skin turns red around your fingers and you roar as you plant your mark onto her as she shivers and shakes when she finishes as well
>You take a moment to just rest inside of her before pulling away and watch your seed and her juices spill from her pounded cunt onto the carpet below
>Lee moans but doesn't move
>her legs remain in place where you put them, her panties ruined by the mixed cum and semen spilling over them and coating the carpet
>... fuck, that's actually kind of hot
>sooner than you'd expect you're hard again
>and Lee is still right here...
>Lee makes a satisfied sound as you step behind her and line yourself up again
>you're already pretty lubed up, and she's spread as wide as she's gonna get so it's pretty easy to get going
>your approach could best be described as unsubtle
>you quickly speed up to a rapid pace and pound in and out of her, every thrust shaking her delicious ass and pushing her deeper into the couch headfirst
>She's out and out moaning now, not even trying to hide behind her veil of stoic behavior
>She can't stand before your relentless onslaught and she comes once -- twice -- no, three times in the ten minute period you take of fucking her as hard as you can, taking periodic fifteen second breaks to stall off this orgasm as long as possible
>Lee can't keep her legs properly up and spread so you hold her hips up for her, legs dangling uselessly while you fuck life into her, every thrust squelching some seed out of her and onto the floor while you pant over her back and she moans
>Finally it comes and you know nothing is going to stop it, no pitiful fifteen second break
>so you speed up again, pounding her until her ass is red with the impacts of your flesh against hers
>you lean over her back, lowering her so you can properly make it and whisper to where Lee managed to get her head stuck
>"you're my wife, right?"
>"Then you. are. mine."
>You roar and she moans but somehow she's louder than you and she starts first, cunt milking your dick for all it's worth with rapid contractions  while her tiny frame shakes
>you set her down gently and consider your next move
>Hm. You'll have to get her out of there, you remark out loud
>And that's going to take a saw and probably taking the couch apart.
>So first, perhaps another go?
>Lee moans in approval as you pick up her hips again and move to start...