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"Hey hey, sweetheart! Give us a flash of the good stuff!"
You watched the dillweed who had come in about an hour ago stand up and try his best to tumble onstage. Luckily the half dozen or so beers he had been guzzling from the moment he had sat down prevented him from making it very far, and instead of grabbing at the girl currently only dancing around in her panties and some heels all he managed to do was trip over his feet. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and slid yourself off your normal perch atop a barstool near the club's door. Just as the drunk dickhead was being helped to his feet by his equally drunk friends you approached them, tail always flicking in a clear sign of irritation to anyone who understood basic animal-quirks.
"Alright buddy, time to call it a night."
The men turned at you and their loud, supposed leader sneered as he looked you up and down.
"Who let the fatty in here? I thought this was supposed to be a stripper joint, not a Weight Watchers."
Your eye gave an involuntary twitch and you felt your mouth twist into a sneer to match his own.
Only once he had pulled himself out of the pile of trash you had tossed him into did he stop calling you every nasty name in the book. His little gang of friends gave you nasty looks and gestures, but otherwise let their now garbage juice soaked pal do the talking.
"Lousy fucking fat bitch! I'll rip your horns off and shove 'em up your ass!"
You wanted to punch his teeth in, but you would have to settle for adding his ugly mug to the perma-banned board. If you assaulted another asshole customer your boss would dock it from your pay, and in this industry ALL the customers were assholes. You and the other pair of bouncers who had stepped in when you had grabbed the drunk by his shirt before dragging him outside watched as the group made their way down the alley, calling back a last few choice words before disappearing out of sight.
"Fucking cow cunt!"
You gave them a one finger wave off before slamming the metal door and firmly locking it. With any luck that little display would keep the other customers in check until the club closed down for the night. By the time you had turned and made your way back to your stool the other bouncers, with the excitement now over, had returned to their own duties of watching over the bar and VIP rooms. You settled in and awaited either a knock on the door or another unruly customer to test your every thinning patience.
"What is it about alcohol that makes the dipshits even worse", you grumbled to yourself. The guys had been pricks from the offset, insulting you almost before they had made it through the door with some crude comment about this better not be a chubby chaser joint before the sight of the scantily clad wait staff and dancers had erased you from their mind.
While it seemed bad business to have a woman manning the door, even worse business to have a larger woman manning the door, your boss (the clubs owner) had decided your feminine features would be nicer then some gruff, bald, weight lifter looking doorman greeting the customers. She thought having a girl be the first and last person to greet them would make them more likely to toss their ill gotten gains on stage or behind the bar for a bottle of overpriced booze.
You hated it, but you had learned to grow a thick skin a long time ago. Being born a bigger girl was hard enough, but being born a bigger girl with a quirk that gave you the horns, tail, and ears of a cow (granted, it also gave you insane strength and a thick-ass skull) had made you the target of almost endless bullying from the moment you stepped on the schoolground. That had lead to a incredibly short fuse and an incredibly big chip on your shoulder, a combo that lead to very few (and very short) employment opportunities.
Luckily one of the few friends you had managed to make and keep through your later years in school had hooked you up with this gig with the correct assumption that your strength and looks would lead to you being a good bouncer. And for the most part, they had been right! But putting you on the door had been an unforetold hiccup and had almost gotten you fired on your first day. Your job (at least on paper) looked like this: customer knocks on door, you answer door, you ask customer for password and either open or bar door depending on what they say. You then check their ID for anything out of the ordinary, smile, hand the ID back, and flag a waitress over to lead them to a table.
Quick, simple, easy. Except the smiling part. And the unwritten "ignoring their crude comments about how you look" part.
You weren't even bad looking! You had learned long ago to take care of what you got and put pride into the badass bitch persona you crafted each day before hiding it under a baggie hoodie so you could ride the bus to work without anyone giving you the creepier eye. Turns out not every guy thought a few extra pounds on a girl's midsection was a crime against nature.. You just wished they didn't have to be weird about it. So far being asked if you could "sit on my face and break my nose" was the weirdest request you had gotten.
A loud knock pulled your attention off the club floor and back to your job required duties.
You groaned inwardly and really hoped it was just some single guy looking to quietly sit in the corner and jack off under the table to the dancers.
A little bit of metal slid to the side and you peeked through it to find a group of five men standing on the other side. Before you could even ask, the one in front gave you the password. You huffed before closing the peephole, sliding the lock off, and opening the door to let the group in. They all slunk in looking like a band that couldn't decide on a final costume design; a blonde guy with star shaped glasses humming along to a song in his head, a red headed giant with a huge ass scar and a flaming jacket, some emo looking dude who looked like he desperately needed a nap, and some basic looking bitch with a suit that just screamed 'scummy lawyer'. Just as you were about to shut the door an unseen hand shot out and stopped the door dead in its tracks, which caused you to jump a little out of surprise.
The last guy (the one you had forgotten about because he had been in the shadows behind the rest) could have been described with one word: tall. You stared as the almost freakishly tall and thin blonde man slipped past the door before kicking it closed behind him. Something about him (besides his height) put him apart from the rest of the men you normally let inside the club. This guy gave off an aura of.. something. It made you tense and heated at the same time. Brilliantly blue eyes sunken back in a thin face rolled over you and he smirked before running a hand over his hair, pulled back into a ponytail that spiked out at the end like a cluster of lightning strikes.
"It's rude to shut the door on your customers," His voice was deep and smooth with a hint of playful chiding to it. You felt your face flush for a hot second before your face twisted into a scowl. Fuck protocol and fuck smiling. This guy could sit and spin on it for all you cared.
As if he could read your mind, his smirk only grew.
Choosing to ignore him, you turned to the others in his group and pointed to the sign over your barstool which announced the clubs golden rule:
ID CHECKS REQUIRED. 21 AND OVER ONLY.
"ID's gentlemen, or no T and A for you."
The smaller blonde snickered and it sounded almost like a musical note as he went digging into his jacket pocket. One by one, the men produced an ID (all with obviously fake names and addresses attached to them) for you to inspect.
All but the tall guy with the burning blue eyes.
"C'mon dude, I don't got all night," You snapped at him as you made a 'hand it over' gesture. He only smirked and shrugged in response. Before you could lose your cool on him, the lawyer looking guy stepped in between the two of you.
"Excuse me," He sniffed in a voice almost as greasy as his hair. "But are you this rude to all your customers? Perhaps I should have a word with your boss, young lady."
You blew air out through your nose in an angry snort, a bad habit you could never manage to break no matter how much you hated it, and jabbed a thumb over your shoulder to the point attention to the sign once again.
"Rules are rules, sir," You said in a voice mimicking his own. You switched your attention and pointing finger over to the now grinning blonde. "He wants in, he flashes some ID before he gets flashed some tit."
The tall blonde made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a hum as he studied you top to bottom.
"Oh my. Is that your way of offering?"
You saw red. You ACTUALLY saw red and took a step towards him, tail flicking back and forth angrily, as you prepared to break the skinny fuckers teeth and make him eat them. Just as you were about to explode your boss scrambled into the entry hall and stiffened with what she saw. The sharp bark of your name was the only thing that saved the man from a knee to the crotch and you whirled around to face her.
"Go watch the back," Your boss hissed through gritted teeth in a sure fire sign of 'you're so fired later tonight'. "NOW."
Tail and ears sagging down, you trudged past the the shaded blonde and redhead who were now snickering at you under their breath. As you passed the lawyer you heard him giving your boss an earful of your 'rude and disrespectful behavior' and asking if you 'treated all VIP's this way'. Just as she was nodding and promising this would never happen again, you heard the focus of your previous rage pipe in once more.
"Now, now. No need to trouble the poor girl. After all, she was just doing her job."
As you made your way to the doorway that read EMPLOYEES ONLY you took one last glance back to watch your boss lead the group of men into the VIP rooms. Just as he was about to duck inside, the taller man spotted you and gave you a wink.
You turned and stomped into the girls dressing room, almost breaking the door as you slammed it shut.
"Honestly girl, I would kill to have your job. These frickin heels are killing me!"
You laughed as Aimi (stage name Jade) pulled off the six inch heels she had been trapped in during her shift. Being banished to the back of the club came with a few perks, manly being able to hang out and shoot the shit with the girls in their shared dressing room. Normally the men bouncers were expected to stand outside the room and if any were caught peeking, they were quickly torn apart in a fury of fake nails and even faker cleavage. But you found out soon after your first time watching the back (after the first time you had literally kicked a overly handsy customer out of the club) that the 'ye shall not enter' rule did not apply to you. You had been shy and hesitant at first, but soon a few of the girls had accepted you into their fold.
"Yeah somehow I don't see you tossing drunk pervs around. I'd love to watch you try," You teased.
"Well I could certainly see you strutting your stuff on stage, sweetheart. You really should talk to the boss about it. The extra money in tips make the ogling almost worth it."
Your smile dimmed at Mao's (aka Kitten, another animal quirk user blessed with the features of a orange tabby) suggestion. At least once every time you came back here one of the girls would try to convince you to give a spin at the pole and every time you had to talk them down.
"Yeah, no. I don't think the crowd out there would be throwing the cash at me like they do at you girls."
Secretly, you knew that probably wasn't true. For every asshole who called you 'wide load' or 'cow cunt' there was another four who just gave you their ID without a word and made a beeline for the bar. A few of the dancers were a little on the heavier side and they brought in a decent amount of cash, but you were also very aware that none of them had more than one set of extra rolls to their abdomen. Still, you chose to play it off with a joke.
"Yeah right. Can you imagine them trying to stuff dollar bills in a g-string next to this honking thing? There wouldn't be any room left."
You gripped your stomach with both hands and lifted it, letting it bounce and jiggle as you smirked. The others laughed along with your joke and the subject changed quickly to the nights intake. Glad for the attention to be off you and your supposed future in strip teasing, you let the smirk fall and leaned forward to snag your drink off the ground. You were in the middle of a long chug when the line of VIP girls came clattering into the dressing room. The volume jumped a dozen decibels as they all began to whine and moan about everything from sticky fingers, to stingy tippers, to beer breath and obvious wedding ring tan lines.
"I'm telling you, I've never been so afraid in my whole life! The whole time all I could think about was 'this guy could break my neck at any time and no one would be able to stop him'. Honestly, I hope they never come back here again when I'm on shift!"
That got your attention and you watched the terrified looking blonde girl, you weren't sure of her name just that she was a VIP dancer which meant she had a quirk that normally meant she could get bigger tips, and the room seemed to quiet down around her description of her night. From the sounds of it, she had gotten stuck entertaining a group of rough customers. The club itself wasn't in the best part of the city nor was it necessarily the most legal of operations. Luckily that old saying seemed to ring true; sex sells and there's always a crooked cop looking for a payday.
"I mean honestly, who would have ever thought they would come into work one night and dance for All Smite?"
The girls around you cried out in disgust as the liquid that had been in your mouth suddenly came spewing forth in a alcoholic shower. You coughed out the last few drops as you wheeled on the blonde, ignoring the looks of hate you were getting.
"WHAT?! All Smite was here?! When?! How?!"
The target of you outburst blinked a few times and seemed a bit uneasy speaking to you. You knew you probably looked and sounded crazy, but could they blame you? I mean if this girl was telling the truth then the number one villain in the WORLD had been in YOUR club. Not only that, but he had somehow managed to sneak in past YOUR watch.
Maybe not. Maybe he came in after I got kicked to the back. Maybe there's a chance some other shmuck is gonna catch the heat for this.
"Y-Yeah. He came in earlier with a few other guys. They were doing business, don't ask me what because I tried not to pay attention, and I guess they wanted a face full of tits while they did it."
"But it wasn't all bad," another girl piped up. The black haired Asian beauty smiled and mimicked fanning herself with both hands. "That big redhead he was with was stupid fine looking. I was begging him to buy a lapdance from me."
"Yeah, but that other blonde guy with the silly glasses was really weird. He kept singing along to the music and totally ignored all of us."
Big redhead. Blonde with glasses. Nooooo...
"And that black haired guy fell asleep before we could even start dancing. Super weird!"
Black haired tired looking guy. Nooooo...
"And did you see how tall Smite was? God, I thought he was tall on the news! I'm glad he wasn't all buffed out or I would have been too afraid to dance."
You inner voice started screaming.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god I sassed off All Smite oh my god I'm so dead I'm so beyond dead what do I do what do I-
"Wait," You shook your head clear and looked at them with confusion. "I thought Smite was some big, buff looking dude. The guy I saw was like, rail freaking thin!"
The blonde who started all of this rolled her eyes.
"Didn't you see the news last month? He got caught on camera and they plastered his real face all over the country. I guess the only reason he can walk around here is cuz he practically owns all the underground places in the country, and honestly who's stupid enough to call the police on All Smite?"
Ohhhhhh you were so fired.
As if she was waiting for a cue from the universe, you heard your boss calling your name from down the hall. She did not sound happy.
A week passed since your first run-in with the ultra villain known as All Smite. After you had been called to the office that night, you had received a thorough chewing out by your boss. Apparently the only reason she wasn't throwing you out was because more than one of the men ("the club's new exclusive VIP customers," she had called them) had told her to leave you alone.
"And when the biggest names in Japan's underground crime game say something, you do it!"
That didn't mean you had been totally free of repercussions. A week staying behind to help clean the club's dirty glasses and mopping the stage PLUS you were to be on door duty the next time the group were supposed to come by (exactically one week from the first visit) with a smile on your face and a, quote, "song in your heart that goes along the lines of oh I do love my job, yes I do", unquote. You had been proud to say you hadn't lashed out until after you had left the club, though you still felt guilty for the poor sap who had been given the task of getting three dented-to-hell dumpsters off those rooftops.
Now that the fateful night had finally arrived, you had said fuck it and had spent the shift trying to bribe, beg, or bully your way out of doorman duty. Apparently your boss had gotten to them first, however, because none of the other bouncers even gave you a second glance the moment you approached them with the subject. This had lead to you equal parts cursing and dreading every time a knocking interrupted your routine (aka staring at your phone and hoping your shift would end sooner). The longer the day went on, the more you relaxed until you had convinced yourself you were in the clear. You had just let in a pair of regulars and were in the middle of chatting them up, closing the door behind them, when you felt something bump into it from the other side.
You turned to shout down whoever was blocking the door.. and had to snap your mouth shut with a audible click when you found yourself looking up into a pair of burning blue orbs.
All Smite's smirk grew when he saw the look on your face.
"Again? I thought we went over this already."
You swallowed back a retort and instead moved aside so he had full access. For a moment, he looked almost disappointed with your lack of bite-back, but he nonetheless strode in like he owned the place.
That's because he probably does, you thought glumly as you ignored the tall villain and made your way over to your stool. You turned to take your seat and, to your horror, came face-to-chest with the man who could supposedly break buildings in half. Your ears and tail stiffened with shock but you managed to keep a cool face as you stared up at him. He quirked an eyebrow and flashed you a hint of teeth.
"What, not going to ask to see my ID?"
"Depends," You answered with a bit of attitude flavoring your response. "Are you going to give me one?"
The man just snickered and shook his head. A moment passed between the two of you and you silently questioned where the fuck the wait staff were suddenly hiding when he once again interrupted your life with a question.
"What, no award winning snark this time? And here I came all this way just to hear you snarl."
He's goading you so you give him an excuse to break your freakin neck, the voice in your head screamed. You chose to ignore him and look to the floor, ears flattened down and tail whipping back in silent irritation. Even with your head down you could see he was still facing you and seemed unlikely to give up until you answered him.
"Yeah, well, I got a hell'va earful from my boss last time. Not to mention I-uh-learned a few things since last time."
"Oh?" He sounded genuinely interested and suddenly he seemed to have closed the distance between the two of you in a single step. Leaning down, you felt his breath tickle the tip of your soft ear. Your whole body was suddenly stone and moving seemed impossible. "And what did you learn since last time?"
In less time then it took your heart to start beating at a normal pace again, you took off your stool and into the club to hunt down a member of the wait staff. You spotted Aimi and shot right to her, immediately grabbing her arms and begging for her help when she was within grasp.
"Sorry sweetie, but I can't. We're swamped and I can barely keep up with the tables I already have."
Your face fell and you let her go to search out a new target when you heard your name across the floor. It was your boss.. and she was standing with All Smite. You groaned and made your way back to your post, hoping that the worst to come would be a lecture about leaving your security detail. No such luck, as the moment you were close enough your boss gripped your arms and presented you to Smite.
"Here you are sir! One of our girls will be happy to show you to your VIP room."
"What? OW! Shit!"
Your boss suddenly had her nails dug into the fat of your arm and was whispering into your ear with a tone that dripped poison.
"You did this, you fix it! Room 3. Serve him his drink and anything else he wants until this place empties a bit and I can get PROPER help in there. Do it, or you're fired!"
Before you could shoot back with a threat of your own you found yourself alone once again with the Master of Disaster. You looked around in every direction and spotted your manager a split second before she was scampering into the safety of her office. You swore under your breath and, with your teeth gritted together to avoid saying something you'd regret, you motioned for your 'guest' to follow you. He did so, a sly smirk on his face the whole time.
The VIP rooms were not just separate rooms from the main floor, but almost whole separate worlds. The walls were taken over by large, cushioned bench seats that surrounded a surface that doubled as a table and a small dance stage, complete with a few dance poles. One back wall had been completely outfitted with floor to ceiling mirrors that gave the room a feeling of space and any customers a full view of the girls they had hired. The room was outfitted with multiple lights, but their placement meant the room was both bright enough to see but too dim to see very well. The last winning touch was the rooms were both soundproof and outfitted with their own personal music players, allowing clients to play whatever weird shit tickled their fancy for the girls to try and dance to. On the far side of the stage-table sat tray that held a few cups and a bottle of the clubs most expensive sake.
Oh, of course. Got time to drop the booze off but not to show him to his room. Assholes..
You moved aside and watched as Smite gave the room a cursory look over before he shrugged off his coat to hand to you. You were both surprised and a little mad at how well the dude filled out a suit. His choice of maroon dress shirt and charcoal vest made even his current smaller self seem horribly intimidating. Or maybe that's just me, because currently I'm the only one trapped in the room with the world's biggest bad.
You hung (more like tossed) his coat on a nearby hook and tried not to glare as he stretched his body out in a relaxed pose; legs slightly spread, arms resting back behind the seats, looking like a cat hungry for some innocent mouse to come strolling by.
FOCUS, you screamed at yourself.
"Welp, I should really get back so I greet your.." You made a gesture with your hand as you searched for the right word. "Friends? Partners?"
Partners in crime
"Don't worry. I decided to come alone tonight," He replied with an icy calmness as he stared you down. You really didn't like the fact you could only see his eyes from certain angles. Those black pools the rest of the time made your spine tingle and tail swish with nervous energy.
"Right. Well I should still go and see if I can find someone for you-"
He 'tsked' in a way that didn't sound annoyed or all that bothered, but it still made you nervous all the same.
"What, aren't you going to pour me a drink first? Isn't it customary for hostesses to serve their clients a drink?"
"I'm not a fuc-" You bit your lip and didn't finish your objection, choosing instead to ball your fists and flatten your ears. The resulting amusement on the man's face was plain to see. Apparently goading you was becoming his newest favorite past time, right next to flattening heroes and robbing banks. You let out an annoyed snort through your nose before forcing a smile on your face. "I meant to say, yes. Of course. Silly me."
The smile dropped and you made your way over to the table, past him (staying as FAR away as possible), and over to the tray. You opened the bottle with a few easy twists and yanks, earning you a sound of approval from behind, before pouring out a few fingers of the liquid into a black carved cup. You had to force yourself to tread carefully as the liquid threatened to spill over the edge unless you took your time. You carefully held it out to Smite, not bothering to bow or plaster a fake smile on your face as you waited for him to take the drink.
Instead, he left you hanging as he studied you once again. Something about the way he kept looking you over made you feel.. weird.
"I can't figure it out. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
It was your turn to 'tsk', only this time is was overflowing with irritation.
"What, a fat girl can't work at a strip club?"
"I never said that," He coo'd calmly. You HATED how he was making you feel, like a toddler in the middle of a tantrum while their parents watched all calm and cool. When you tried to offer him the drink again he ignored it and continued to stare at you.
"Look, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything," A lie. "But can you please take your drink so I can go back to work?"
"And if I refuse?"
Your eye twitched.
"Fine.. I'll just leave it here for you then and go find you a girl to entertain you, sir."
With that you turned and placed the cup on the stage-table, not caring in the least if some of it spilled over the floor or surface it rested on.
"Do you have a name or preference of girl you'd like, or-AH!"
While your body was turned away from him he had leaned forward and, before you could move out of the way, struck out to grip your wrist and place a hand on your hip. Before you could even think to struggle or pull away you were being tugged back, off your feet, and into something that felt warm, muscled, and bony all at the same time. His face leered down at you and you felt pinned in place by his bright blue, burning orbs. He shifted so he was pressing his chest against you and you felt your face inflame as your stomach and breasts were crushed by muscle.
"I've got all I want right here," He purred as his fingers pressed into the fat on your hip. They tickled across your hip and up to your waistline where he placed his thumb across the fat that spilled over your jeans, caressing it in a way you would have described as lovingly. Would have, being the key words because currently you were seeing red. Big time villain or not, you weren't some piece of meat for him to paw at! The last straw came when his hand stroking your stomach gripped a roll it had found. Before you could talk yourself out of it, your free hand was flying forward and towards his face.
A grip akin to iron cuffs suddenly had both your wrists caught and the red was suddenly gone from your vision, leaving you blinking in confusion.
How the fuck was he so fast?!
Instead of anger or lashing out in kind, Smite only started to laugh. He shook his head and maneuvered your body by your wrists until the two of you were nose to nose.
"Ohhh sweetheart.. I love that fire you've got. I've been thinking about this ever since I first laid my eyes on you."
You forced yourself not to squirm, not used to this kind of attention from.. well.. anyone, let alone someone like Smite. You gritted your teeth and fought the urge to try to gouge his eyes out with your horns.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure I can find you another spitfire bitch to tease. We've got plenty who don't mind being toyed with by some skinny fuck in a thousand dollar suit."
Oh yeah. You were soooo dead. At least you could brag to the spirits in the afterlife you mouthed off to All Smite before having your spine snapped.
Instead of snapping you in half, he shrugged your insult off and pressed both of your hands into one of his own. Keeping you pinned with one hand he used the other to cup your chin so he could turn your face side to side. When he was done studying that he let your face go and let his hand trail down your neck, between the space of your breasts, trailing all the way down until he was gripping a love handle. He chuckled when you responded by pressing forward to escape his touch and you felt your ears burning.
"I'm not interested in those other girls. They aren't anywhere near what I find attractive, sweetheart. I like a girl who's a little bit more.. built, if you get my meaning." Just in the off chance you didn't understand, he emphasized his point by squeezing a handful of what he had been gripping. You tried to pull away but he only used his grip on you to force your body forward. "Shhh. I promise you'll enjoy yourself. I'm dying to hear what kind of sounds that mouth of yours can make."
You tried to snarl in response but found you couldn't as he captured you into a rough kiss. You stiffened for a moment before trying to pull away, but the sharp pain of teeth on your lower lip held you in place. Teeth were replaced by a tongue that probed and licked as it tried to force itself forward, but you refused it entry. Sensing a challenge, Smite released the grip on the area above your hip and instead moved his hand to grip your ass. The shock of the touch caught you off guard and gave him an access to your mouth, tongue diving in to explore and caress as his hand switched between stroking, gripping, and lightly swatting your ass as you continued to struggle. When he finally pulled away from the kiss you attempted to headbutt him, but he only responded by a sharp strike to your ass.
"Naughty thing. You'd enjoy yourself more if you just stopped struggling."
You HATED his teasing voice. Hated his voice, hated this situation, hated the burning on your face, hated a small voice in your head actually had enjoyed his rough treatment. But you wouldn't back down. No way in hell were you going to be just another notch on this assholes belt, something to brag about to his fuckwit friends.
"You might as well let me go. I'm not going to give you want you want," You hissed. He sighed and surprised you by leaning back into the seat. Annoyance flared across his face but was replaced by that tell-tale smugness once again.
"What's the matter? Can't drop the tough-girl exterior long enough to let someone make you feel good?"
You scoffed and spat venom at him.
"Go fuck yourself. You show up alone after a week and just so happen to have a thing for big girls? Yeah, even if that's the truth, how's that old saying go? 'Fat girls are like mopeds; fun to ride until your friends find out'?"
He stiffened and suddenly looked dead serious.
"Is that what you think this is?"
The grip on your wrists was gone and you took advantage of the sudden freedom by crossing them in front of you, putting up a guard between you and him. He was shaking his head and looking disappointed, not with you but with the situation as a whole.
"Oh my poor little cowgirl," The nickname made you twitch and fume. "Is it really that alien to you that someone like me would prefer a girl with a little meat on her bones?"
"Well.. Yeah," You squirmed and felt unsure of this sudden change in mood. One minute you were getting felt up and assaulted, the next you were having a heart to heart moment with what was basically a god amongst men. What was that you had said about the universe being a cruel and fucked up place?" "I mean, what would a guy like you want with a girl like me?"
He laughed. A genuine, warm laugh.
"A guy like me? You mean some old, withered skeleton of a man?"
Your face flared red and your tail became stiff with shock.
"No, no I mean-!"
He flashed you a toothy grin and in the time it took you to blink you were suddenly sitting in the lap of the man you had always seen on television, devastating the populace and laughing the whole way. Your whole body was suddenly stone and if you thought you had been blushing hard before, that was NOTHING compared to what you were feeling now. Your whole life you had gone around feeling like the biggest person in the room (not a whole lot of bigger people walking around Japan, a fact you cursed on your McDonalds and Mt. Dew fed American genetics) and suddenly that feeling was quashed in the time it took you to breath.
"Or did you mean a man that is known to crush the skulls of those who irritate him, hm? Which is it?"
You surprised the both of you by covering your face in embarrassment.
"C-Change back! Go back! G-Go b-back to how you were b-before!"
Smite blinked at you and seemed genuinely surprised, but did as you asked. He felt you trembling against him and a smirk pulled up the corners of his mouth as his hands once again found themselves on your hips.
"What's the matter, not used to all that muscle?"
You waited till you were calm enough to answer and gave an embarrassed cough.
"N-No. I mean, I'm really not.. Well.. Used to this in general. Not a whole lot of guys lining up to feel me up in the VIP rooms."
"Pity," He hummed as he took advantage of your momentary distraction to trail a hand up your body until it was toying with one of your sharp tipped horns. "They don't know what they're missing. I found out a long time ago girls with bodies like yours have a hidden hunger to them that has nothing to do with appetite."
With one hard tug of your horn he had you once again face to face with him.
"They fuck like animals and howl like banshees when I slam my cock into their warm, welcoming bodies. The more there is to grip, the more they jiggle and bounce, the more I slam inside until I'm giving them everything I've got. The ones with fire inside, the ones who fight back like you? Well, that just makes it all even better."
Why did your chest suddenly hurt. Oh, right. Air. You needed to breath. When had you started holding your breath?
"Maybe this thinner form of mine woke up some new hungers in me, but trust me sweetheart when I say that the things I want to do to you? It's all coming from the heart."
Somewhere in between him talking and pulling you closer again, his other hand hand found the bottom of your shirt and before you could protest he was pulling it up and over your chest to expose your ample bosom. You let out a screech and your hands flew up to cover your chest, bringing a sound of irritation from him.
"Enough hiding. I'm getting sick of this."
His hand was on your arms and tugging them away.
"N-No wait, it's not that, it's-!"
He pulled them away and you felt your whole body go hot as your secret shame was exposed.
A long, long time ago you had a really bad night at work. Bad nights at work lead to bad life choices, such as drinking away the cleanup hours of your shift and going out into the world with too much of a buzz to think clearly. When one has to pass by a tattoo parlor on their way to the bus stop.. well.. Long story short, you had woken up with a new tattoo. At first, you had hated it with a passion. But slowly, over time, you had grown to embrace it.
Fuck it, you had thought. It's not like anyone will ever see it.
The tattoo was made up to mimic the stamp you would find back home on all the organic products in the cold section.. but mainly found on the milk jugs.. In black and white bold letters tattooed across the upper half of your right breast there was a stamp proclaiming for all to see that you were, in fact, USDA ORGANIC: 2%
As you stared up at the ceiling you silently vowed you'd never, ever drink again. Hell, you might go out and join a nunnery after this. Maybe you'd be lucky and the weight of your embarrassment would sink you right into the floor, deep into the depths of the Earth, never to be seen again. The only movement that came from the man under you was a slight shaking and you could tell right away that he was biting back laughter.
"Ohhhh sweetheart.. I'm going to have fun with you."
He didn't give you much more of a warning before he gripped your hips with both hands and pressed you up with his knees, pushing you so you were on your knees and giving him enough height to press his face between your breasts. Your objections were silenced by the administrations of his tongue around, between, and the parts of the underside of your breasts it could reach. You let out a sharp cry when teeth clamped onto the right tits before he started to suck long and hard. Shit shit shit he's leaving a hicky on my breast!
You shirt was suddenly being tugged up and over your head before you could protest otherwise, and skilled hands danced across your back to unhook your bra. You shook as you felt the cool air on the front of your chest as he removed the bra.
Wait.. If his hands were behind you then how-
You looked down and stiffened. Your simple, comfy black bra was currently clamped between his teeth and he was looking up at you like he was the wolf and you were the defenseless lamb. When he pulled his head back and let the bra go, you let it drop and even yanked it away when it got tangled on your arms. Part of you told you to cover yourself, to headbutt him and run and never come back. Part of you was also very aware of the strong hands massaging your hips as he studied your now naked chest.
"So tell me sweetheart; is that tattoo of yours free advertising or just tongue-in-cheek? I'm dying to find out."
Oh God why did THAT make you heat up? Was he really suggesting..?
You opened your mouth to answer but he cut you off.
"Don't answer. It's more fun if I find out myself."
Just like that, he was on you.
You were pushed up and forward once again only this time his mouth clamped down on a now exposed nipple before creating a tight vacuum. The sounds coming from your mouth were shameful, filthy, and you didn't feel like stopping. Jesus, the things this man could do with his tongue! In between sucking and nipping his tongue would rapidly flick across your nipple before it was once again sucked to the point of it being painful. The other breast wasn't left wanting, instead he cupped it with a free hand while steading you with the other cupping your ass. While he tongue and mouth teased one nipple into stiffness his fingers danced across the other, pinching and twisting and flicking. Whenever he flicked your nipple your whole body jumped and you let out a tiny whine that you had never heard coming from your mouth before, not even when you had done the same to yourself countless amounts of times home alone when the hormones wouldn't let you sleep.
He switched his tactics and the cold air hitting your saliva coated breast made you shudder. The longer he teased your body the more you felt your body growing hot until it felt like you were going to burn up, and all this from just him touching your tits! You groaned as you imagined what else that tongue could tease..
A sharp popping sound broke your imagining as he released your breast and switched to cupping them both, massaging and toying with them as he watched your face for reaction. With every whimper, whine, or twitch he would grin and repeat his actions until he seemingly got bored of one reaction and went hunting for another. The height of his administration's to your chest came when he pressed your breasts together to allow himself to suckle from both breasts at the same time. That almost sent you into a fit of crying that you were both immensely ashamed and aroused of.
"S-Sto-AH!"
He ignored you and instead started to pull your breasts with his mouth. When he finally let them go they bounced back against you and you blushed when they hung over your stomach. Sitting in his lap meant your stomach was pushed up and almost as prominent as your breasts. Either he didn't seem to care or was being true to his word and was enjoying the sight. You got your answer when his hands reached out to touch you there, caressing and pushing into the now exposed muffin top.
"I'm going to cover every inch of your body in marks," He groaned as his eyes trailed over you. "Fingers, teeth, nail marks.. All over this lovely body of yours."
He laughed as he watched you shudder and sink into yourself, ears down and tail trying to tuck itself between your legs like you were an ashamed dog. Apparently your fight wasn't completely gone, because like a switch had been flipped you suddenly sat up straight again and growled in his face.
"Fuck you, making me feel like a meal instead of a woman."
"Oh sweetheart, let me assure you.."
He cupped the area between your legs and you hissed.
"I am very well aware that you're all woman."
Cheeky fucker.. Two can play this game.
You surprised him and yourself by suddenly shifting to sit back in his lap. The bulge you felt straining against his dress pants made you smirk before you started to grind yourself into it, causing him to let out a small hiss.
"And from the feel of things, you're all man."
The teasing grind turned into a semi-lap dance as he sat back and let you do all the work, only occasionally jumping his hips upward to meet you. The sight and feeling of you turning this man on was exquisite. Words couldn't even begin to describe the headrush you felt when you pressed a little harder than before and heard him release a small groan. Now that you were this far gone, why stop? You slid off his lap before he could stop you and sank to the floor before him. Luckily, whoever had built this room had less than innocent motives in mind for its use and had decided to install shag carpet, meaning what you were about to do would be far less uncomfortable.
You began by spreading his legs apart and scooting between them. You heard him chuckle as you did, but chose not to look up. Looking up at him might mean you losing your nerve and you didn't want the feeling of power coursing through you to stop not now, not ever. You rubbed your cheek against his bulge and listened to the pleased sounds that echoed around the room as he placed a hand atop your head. Unbuttoning his fly and undoing the zipper was when you first started to question your next plan of action. Just from the bulge alone, you were assuming this guy was packing something that would make a high class hooker drool. When you finally tugged it free of his pants and boxers you were found to be correct.
The dude was big. Not freakishly big, but still bigger than anything else you had ever handled before. Swallowing down your nerves you decided to do what you did best; shrug it off and act like it wasn't affecting you. He must have caught a whiff of your bullshit because he started to chuckle before tilting your head back to look up at him.
"Problem, sweetheart?"
The smug bastard was grinning ear to ear, but you could see he was breathing a little more heavy now and had a twinge of red to his cheeks. The thought of turning him on just by being on your knees was exciting and so you decided to go for a hail-mary.
"Nope. No problem at all. After all, you know us fat girls.." You purred as you leaned forward until your cheek was pressed against his naked cock, gently rubbing up and down it like an affectionate kitten. "We just looovve meat."
What you had expected was a snort, a laugh, maybe a roll of the eyes. What you hadn't expected was his face to flush a deeper shade of red and for his dick to react with a hard throb.
Was he turned on by your dirty talk?
The answer came when the hand that had been caressing your head suddenly gripped your hair and pressed your face into his crotch.
"Show me how much you love it," He groaned in a guttural voice.
It was your turn to smirk, but you decided playtime was over. You pushed against his hand until you were free to move your mouth over his cock. The tip was already leaking a steady flow of pre and you lapped it up like sweet water on a hot day. You set out to get him as wet and as prepared as you could, using your hand to cup and toy with him in the places your mouth wasn't currently touching. Another sharp tug at your hair singled he was done waiting and you obeyed, allowing him to guide your head until the tip of his dick was pressed against your lips. Slowly you started to tease and lick the slit while you watched him like he had done to you moments before. When he opened to his mouth to tell you to hurry on, you cut him off by popping his head into your mouth and giving it a hard suck.
His reaction was immediate and you had to move your head back before he bucked into you.
"God you teasing little-" He was cut off by a loud groan as you started to suckle and tease him once again. You started a steady rhythm of licking and sucking, taking a little of him into your mouth, then pulling back to allow yourself some air. Before long you were bobbing up and down on him like a pro of sloppy blowjobs. The hand that had been gripping your hair moved to your horns and you blushed when you realized he had gripped both of them to help you along. For the most part he was silent except for the odd grunt or small moan in the back of his throat. Whenever you glanced up at him, you found him staring down at you with a face twisted in pleasure and concentration. An invisible cord inside him was suddenly growing taut and he couldn't take much more. A loud groan was your only warning before he suddenly pulled your head forward, gagging you on his cock as he began to fuck your mouth.
When you tried to pull away you found yourself in an iron grip and could only give up a weak struggle at his sudden rough treatment. Spots danced around your vision as your supply of oxygen became sporadic at best, meanwhile your gag reflex was having no choice but to attempt adapting to the large object now ramming itself down your throat. Tears pricked the edge of your eyes and you were just about to attempt escape when a hot liquid suddenly splurted along the back of your throat.
"Swallow it. Swallow every last drop," Smite groaned as he held your head in place, forcing you to obey or pass out from lack of oxygen. The whole time he continued to empty into your mouth until you felt like you were going to suffocate. Jesus how long did he plan on holding you there?! Salvation came in the form of one final grunt and thrust of his hips before he released you. You pulled back and began inhaling air with loud, rapid gasps as you felt a new kind of lightheadedness overtake you.
"Bastard," You coughed out in between gulps.
He looked a little less well put together now; hair slick with sweat and face flushed as he grinned down at you, his pants open and stained with a few drops of jizz that had escaped when you had pulled away. He only chuckled and leaned forward so he was towering over you.
"Want me to return the favor?"
Your eyes widened and your coughing stopped when you realized what he was suggesting. He saw the look and licked his teeth in a classic predator move before he was moving to undress his upper body. Between unbuttoning his vest he teased your ears with his silky voice.
"C'mon sweetheart, haven't you ever imagined sitting on someone's face while they worshipped that heaven between your legs?"
Sitting on someone's face..
Yeah, you had imagined it a few times. What woman hadn't? The problem was you had never imagined a soul brave enough to let you try it! You watched as he slipped his dark dress shirt off and your eyes were drawn to a nasty looking scar running up and down his left side. He must not have appreciated you staring though, because he shifted his arm so it was no longer visible before motioning you to stand. You did so, but you also went to reach for your shirt.
"I-I don't think-"
You inhaled sharply when long thin fingers were suddenly undoing your pants. You actually yelped when he yanked your pants and underwear down past your knees. All objections were silenced when he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you towards him as he moved to a lying position on the cushioned bench seat. When the world had stopped moving long enough for you to realize what had happened, your face erupted into a furious blush. He had positioned you so you were half crouching, half sitting on his chest as he stared up at you with a positively devious smile.
"Sorry, were you trying to say something?"
The more time you spent with this guy the more and more you were convinced the devil wasn't red and horned, but instead blonde haired and blue eyed. He confirmed this by leaning forward and pressing his face against the fat of your stomach. You let out a sound that would haunt you for the rest of the days; a high pitched squeal of surprise as his teeth sank into the soft flesh. Hands on your hips forced you still as he sucked and nip'd the skin until he had left a perfect indent of his teeth behind, an indent you were positive would leave a nasty bruise. He licked and kissed the mark while muttering to himself but still loud enough for you to hear.
"So soft. So smooth. I'll make sure to mark you up more before the night is through. Every last inch."
You shuddered at the image.
"I'm still not a meal," You grumbled.
"You're right."
His left hand left your hip and brushed at the patch of hair between your legs.
"This is."
Your tail stiffened straight out and you let out a little yelp in response.
"N-NOPE! N-No way! No way I'm go-going to sit-"
He was already sliding his body further below you and maneuvering your legs to give him free access. When you looked down all you could see was the ends of his spiked ponytail past your stomach and the sight filled you with both arousal and shame. Smite maneuvered your legs and his arms so he could keep you from lifting up or escaping him, locking you in place with nowhere to go except where he wanted. At first, he kept you on edge and waiting while he took you fully in from the sight of your sex to it's heavy scent. When he finally let his tongue lap forward in a small, exploritive flick you almost shot right off him. He chuckled and forced you back into place.
"Nervous sweetheart?"
"Y-Yes," You answered truthfully. "I don't.. I mean.. Y-You're really small and I could.."
You felt him biting back laughter again and for a hot second you seriously considered sitting on him. The city might even give you a medal for it. The newspapers would run your face on the frontpage for months. 'Local woman kills Number One Villain in pussy eating accident gone wrong; just doing my civic duty, woman tells reporters'!
"Is my little sweetheart worried she'll crush me? Would it make you feel better if I got bigger, you know, because you're sooo worried about this thin, weak body of mine?"
A shiver ran through your body and you whimpered.
"D-Don't. Please don't."
His tongue was back; licking and probing the folds of your sex. A hand that was cupping your ass suddenly gave it a harsh slap and forced another yelp from you.
"Maybe I need to give you a little taste of how I can handle myself."
Without warning or pause he forced your body down and made you sing out with lustful surprise. His tongue flattened against you to rapidly lap at and rub over every inch as his nose tickled the tip of your slit. He was a master of manipulating your body and would give you just enough of the tip of his tongue to make you shake with anticipation before returning to his lapping. You tried to hold yourself still and keep quiet, but he just took it as a challenge and shifted his attention to your clit. That forced a multitude of whines and whimpers from you as electric jolts traveled across your lower body. It felt like it went out for eternity before he was lifting you up so he could take a few easy breaths. You were ashamed when instead of gasping and gulping like you had, he just took in a few deep, easy breaths before tickling your went cunt with his breath in the form of a chuckle.
"You want more? Want me to tongue fuck you into oblivion, my little cow cutie?"
"I want you to shut up and never call me that again," You half growled, half whined. He responded by flicking his tongue across your clit and making you jump.
"Want more? Then move your stomach so I can watch you cum."
Oh God.. The idea of those eyes staring up at you while he.. While you.. No way. You couldn't take it and let him know it by shaking your head. Your bitchy persona came crashing down at the mere idea of him watching you cum and you covered your face in embarrassment.
"N-No way. Not ha-happening."
Pain!
He had bitten your inner thigh!
You swore at him and tried to pull away but he kept you locked in place, even going so far as you grip the base of your tail in a non-too gentle way.
"You think I can't make you beg, make you a muddled mess until you're willing to do whatever I want?"
He sounded angry, but lustful at the same time. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted with a snap of his fingers and you constantly defying him was turning him on more then he would like to admit. He was going to make you scream for him, whether you liked it or not. He proved his silent promise by diving forward once more and trapping your clit in his suckling mouth, giving it just a hint of teeth at the same time. The effect was a spike of painful pleasure driving up through your body and a bucking of your hips that was stilled by his iron grip. The more you squirmed, fought, and tried to pull away the more he tortured you with his mouth and tongue. When he finally penetrated you with it you were on the verge of your first orgasm and let him know so.
"C-Cumming I'm s-so close!"
And with that, everything stopped.
You let out a cry of despair and tried to force your body down on him but were once again stopped in a theme that was becoming all too apparent. He held all the control here and you both loved and loathed it.
"Let me see you," He hissed between your legs again.
You shook your head again, so the cycle repeated itself. He stroked, licked, sucked, teased, and bit until you were just on the edge of orgasm before he stopped everything long enough for you to calm down, then did it again. His hands switched between the double duty of keeping you in place and stroking your now sweat soaked skin, giving you a pinch or slap whenever you tried to fight back. By the third denied orgasm you were near sobbing and calling him every nasty word and name you could think of. He once again bit you in response and snarled. So.. You did something you rarely did.
You gave in.
Gripping your soft, plump stomach you shifted and moved your body until you could see him and vice versa. Burning blue eyes started up from between your legs and the sight made you whimper. You felt him grin against your skin and plant a soft kiss.
"Good girl," He purred.
"F-Fucker," You groaned.
He laughed and suddenly you world was being tossed, twisted, and shaken once again as he exploded with a mixture of power and speed. Seconds ago you had been atop him and straddling his face. Now you were flipped almost upside down, hips in the air and legs half draped over his shoulders. He supported you as best he could but mostly left you hanging as he gripped your thighs and pressed forward once again to torture you, eyes now fully locked on your face as he rapidly darted his tongue over your clit. You had no choice but to grip anything you could find (the benchback, the seat, his legs..) and cry out as he forced your first orgasm out of you in a wave of pleasure that you had been denied too many times. But he didn't stop, instead he lapped and stroked you through your first orgasm and straight into another as you bucked, thrashed, and sobbed. Your tail thrashed against his chest as he pressed his lips against your sex and sucked like he was trying to physically pull another orgasm from you. He only stopped and let you go limp when you came the third time, one orgasm for every he had denied you earlier.
The devil became an angel when he let you catch your breath, stroking your stomach and thighs as you gasped for air an blinked away stars.
"O-Oh god.. Oh god no more.."
He laughed and you shuddered.
"Ohhh.. But we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."
You were once again moved around (like I'm some sort of fucking rag doll, you grumbled inwardly) and sat in his lap, only this time your back was pressing against his chest as he let you rest against him. He gripped your legs and nudged them open wide enough for him to slip a hand between them. A small whimper slipped past your lips as his long, thin fingers played with your soaking wet cunt. His free hand rubbed and stroked your thigh, sometimes stopping to squeeze the bundle of fat near the top of your leg, while he gently pressed the first finger inside. You hissed and squirmed as he eased it past your tight muscles and felt him hum in apparent appreciation.
"So tight, so warm, so wet. Just for me. Such a sexy little sweetheart I've found myself."
You whined and flicked your ears in pretend irritation, but in reality his words were getting to you more than you would like to admit. Apparently he either understood this or took it in stride because he didn't stop teasing you with his words or his finger, now sunk inside you past the second knuckle.
"I'm going to make you scream, my little cow girl. Going to make you beg me to give you more. You'll need another tattoo on your left tit to match the other. It'll say in big, bold letters.."
A second finger joined the first and you hissed as he pressed them both in deep, hunting and probing for that spot he knew would make you sing.
"Property of All Smite."
He knew he had found it because your passive little twitches and thrusts suddenly became a violent buck of the hips as a burst of electricity fired behind your eyes.
"N-Nnngh!"
You bit back anything you were originally going to say as he started to bend his fingers back and forth, stroking and prodding the bundle of nerves that was threatening to undo you faster than his mouth did just moments before. His fingers only stopped stroking long enough to allow himself to scissor and stretch your inner muscles. Any time you let out a hiss or grunt of discomfort he would stroke your inner thigh and whisper more sweet nothings that ranged from loving to downright filthy.
"Such a good girl. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Going to fuck you until you can't stand as I suck on those big tits of yours. Make you beg for me as you bounce on my lap."
He distracted you by stroking your clit with his thumb as the third finger slipped inside. You whined and arched your back as you tried to relax around him. The hand on your thigh slid across your body to stroke and rub the bottom of your stomach.
"So soft, so easy to grip as I fuck you. Oh sweetheart you have no idea how badly I want you."
His gentle words were a contradiction to his actions as he leaned forward and latched his mouth onto your shoulder, sucking and biting until he left a nasty mark behind.
"Going to do such nasty things to this tasty body of yours," he growled in your ear before giving it a little nip. In response, you smacked him with your tail and tried to shut your legs but he just smirked before rubbing that magic bundle of nerves again. Just like that your irritation evaporated as you arched into his touch.
"How do you want it? Pounding inside this soft body from behind, or maybe riding me like the cow girl you are? Maybe I'll buff back up and-"
"No!"
His fingers paused with your sudden objection and he raised an eyebrow as he loomed over you. It didn't last long because soon he was laughing it off and shaking his head.
"Most girls wet their panties when they see my big form, but won't give this body a second glance. Too thin, too weak looking. Care to explain why you're not the same, hm?"
He posed it like a question, but you knew by now that refusing to answer would lead to either overstimulation or a total stop to everything he was doing to you. You squirmed as you looked for an answer but finally decided anything but the truth would probably be sniffed out by him. You really were starting to wonder if he could somehow read your mind..
"B-Because guys that look like.. Like that.. Like you.. aren't supposed to.." He hit that bundle of nerves and stroked your clit at the same time, causing you to arch and reach back to cling to any part of him you could touch. He only chuckled low in his throat and goaded you to continue. "A-Arent supposed to like g-girls like m-meeeeee.. AH!"
He didn't let you finish before he was scissoring you with his fingers as his thumb teased the hood of skin over your clit. Just as you started to buck your hips and feel that inner pressure start to build again, he disappointed you by slipping his fingers free of your body. Your whining was cut short when he gripped your hips and lifted you so he could place you over his large cock.
"Sweetheart, I think someone needs to teach you a lesson in attraction."
He started to slowly lower you onto his throbbing member. You bit down hard on your lower lip as the head teased past your lips and prodded you, gently and slowly, until it finally pressed passed your entrance. You groaned and your eyes rolled back into your head as you found yourself being split open by Japan's most wanted man. He was surprisingly slow and careful.. until he reached the halfway point. Then he started to help lift you back up, then down, then up, then down.. You felt your inner muscles tense and relax with each thrust, your body slowly becoming accustomed to his intrusion.
Then he suddenly slammed you down and you howled.
It was like a flip had been switched and he was suddenly thrusting upwards into your body as his hands guided your hips up and down, up and down. You were suddenly unsure what to do with your hands and finally settled on gripping his wrists in a weak imitation of the ironclad one he held on you earlier. The sounds of him grunting from behind you was intoxicating as he violated you in the most delicious ways. True to his word, your body bounced and jiggled with each thrust. The feeling normally made you self conscious, but at the moment all you could find yourself focusing on was the pleasure he was pulling out of your body. One of his hands left your hip and found your clit, rubbing and pinching it as you continued to grip his wrist. You were so hazy with pleasure you never even noticed when he stopped guiding your body and let you take over, effectively letting your fuck yourself silly on his dick.
"Such a sexy little cow," He grunted out as he gave an extra hard thrust up into your body. The cruelty he was known for found itself surfacing as he gripped your tail and pulled it slightly, resulting in another howl from you as he just laughed. "Where's that bad girl attitude now, hm?"
"S-Shut up," You growled and even attempted to stop yourself, but he just slammed in deeper and almost knocked you off your crouched position. You suddenly felt yourself being entrapped by his arms and he bent you forward, never letting your coupling break as he surged forward to growl directly in your ear.
"Look forward for me sweetheart."
You did. And what you saw made you stiffen as he suddenly stopped his thrusting, keeping only the tip of his cock inside as he forced you to see everything using the mirrors placed on the walls across the room. You realized his must have been why he had chosen this position, to force you to watch as he fucked you, to watch as your body bounced up and down on his cock. The thought made you embarrassed. It also made you incredibly aroused.
He made eye contact with you via the mirrors, smirked, and started his thrusts aknew. This time he kept you trapped in place and every time you shut your eyes or looked away he would growl and slam himself as deep as possible before he would stop.
"Don't you dare look away, bitch. Watch me as I fuck you and make you scream my name."
You whimpered and did was you were told, watching as he fucked you like a savage. Soon he was dragging another orgasm out of you and he didn't even attempt to slow down as you began to whimper and mewl in pleasure.
"S-Smite I'm..!"
He was suddenly letting you go and gripping your upper arms as a horrible, terrible, fucking arousing sadistic look twisted across his face. He slammed into you. Then again. And again. And suddenly it wasn't the smaller, thinner man thrusting into you but instead his bigger self. Bigger in every way. Your whole body went rigid, not in pain but in shocked pleasure as your body attempted to register what had just happened to you. Smite only laughed and continued to brutally fuck you from behind, now gripping your arms and letting you lean forward so you breasts and stomach bounced with every thrust with enough force that a faint voice told you that you might have bruises in the morning.
"What was that you said, eh sweetheart?" He started to emphasize his point by thrusting to you deep and hard each time.
"Men that look like this," Thrust. "Aren't supposed," Thrust. "To like girls," Thrust. "Like you?"
You came, hard and screaming and your body shaking violently as your mind threatened to blank out completely. Your eyes rolled back and you struggled to breath as you felt his thrusts become more ragged as he too approached his climax. The end finally came with one final thrust and a loud groan before he was emptying himself inside your womb. If you had been more aware you would have been able to see face the King of Chaos made while cumming inside you; eyes closed and teeth gritted as his legs trembled with the strain of his pleasure. When you were both finally satisfied he let you go and you fell back against him, a boneless heap who could do nothing more then tremble and pant. Somewhere in the back of your head you were aware of him becoming his smaller self once again, which was both a blessing and a curse as it allowed the seed he had spilled inside you to leak out and down the seat.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally let out a breathless chuckle and stroked an surprisingly gentle hand across your stomach.
"Damn sweetheart, that was-"
You hit him. Now very hard, or anywhere important. In fact it was more like a slap across his thigh, but it still caught him off guard.
"F-Fucker," You snarled weakly. "What you did was just cruel."
He was silent for a long time before he suddenly started to laugh, long and hard.
"Ohhhh sweetheart.. This is the start of something very, very fun for the both of us."
It was a week later and you hadn't seen Smite since that night.
After the two of you had recovered further, detangled, and gotten yourselves as clean as possible with such limited resources he had wrapped a long arm around your waist and pulled you close, despite your struggles.
"I'll see you again soon, sweetheart."
He stole a kiss and dodged your honest attempt to hit him before making his escape.
Ever since then you had attempted to forget what he had said.
See you again soon, sweetheart.
"Yeah, right. And pigs fly across the sky, dropping bacon to good little boys and girls," You grumbled as you drowned yourself in another mindless mobile game. You probably would see him again one day; with two fantastically attractive girls on his arms as he came by to see how his newest club (your boss had finally admitted to you that he had purchased the club a month before he and his little group of friends had shown up) was operating. He'd probably look at you with a quirked eyebrow, a sly smile, and ask you who the hell you were before skipping past to watch the dancers.
Girls like you have a hunger to them
You physically slapped a hand to your head and growled. The sound of something breaking out in the main floor came as a much needed distraction and you took the opportunity to go break up a sudden, drunken brawl. You stood between the two men and the three of you barked threats back and forth as your anger slowly built to the boiling over point.
"Go fuck yourself you fat bitch," One of the men sneered.
Before you could respond by slamming his front teeth down his throat, the man was suddenly yanked backward and a loud snapping down ceased all other sounds in the room until it was broken by the pained cries of the man who had insulted you. A tall, thin, fimilar figure stood behind the man and dropped him to the floor where he cradled his now broken arm.
"Now, now," Smite chidded the man before slamming his knee into the back of the man's head. Blood exploded from the man's mouth as he went sailing forward and into a group of tables, spilling beer and cheap food all over himself and other customers. "That's no way to speak to a lady."
You turned to stare at Smite and your jaw hung open before you forced it shut, a slight blush growing across your face as you studied the taller man approaching you. He just smirked and winked as he reached forward and cupped your face.
"Miss me, sweetheart?"