Purity's Purity 2

After the first rush, I pulled myself free, licking my lips, and then asking her, “I thought we got past your issues.”

“Oh, this is very therapeutic,” she said, growling and squeezing my shoulders. She scooted back away from my mouth, only to start riding my cock with her ass. I churred in delight, but she wouldn’t give me a moment’s peace.

She experimented with my body at that point. She went from grinding against my length to kissing upon my lips once more. Our tongues danced together for a good while before she went back to my cock, lifting herself off of me to reach back. When our lips disconnected, a trail of saliva connected the two of us for a moment. It glistened in the scant light of our room before disappearing and landing upon my shell.

Holding onto me, she positioned herself, lifting off of my body to ready for that moment of insertion. “That’s it,” she cooed. “This is something we can do and not be ashamed of.”

“Ah,” I gasped. “Shame comes later, I guess?”

“We can’t let it bother us,” she huffed, finally lowering herself down. The lips down there kiss upon the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hands running up along her thighs and urging her to push down against me.

She followed my pushing, and those lips opened up upon pressing against my head, leading my manhood into the warm and snug fit. She didn’t stop to let me adjust. Instead, she pushed herself down and enveloped my shaft.

I fumbled around to find something to grab onto with my other two other free hands, my hips bucking upward with no control from me. I thrust upward, and Purity squeaked, arching her back, closing her eyes.

Urged on by her reaction, I thrust up again, but that time, she screamed, leaning forward against me, her hands grabbing my shoulders.

I stopped immediately. “Ah, d-did I do something wrong?” I asked.

She gritted her teeth, shaking her head. “Fu… fuck, no, what? Of course not. Keep it up! You hit it!”

I frowned. “Hit… what?”

She fluttered her eyes open, smiling wearily at me. “The sweet spot, dummy. Keep it up…” her voice left her in a breathy whisper, and that was all I needed to continue.

I gripped onto her once more, my free hands urging hers off of my shoulders and lacing fingers together. I thrust again, going for the same exact motion as before. I hit her spot again and again, and she laughed and cried and thrashed about on top of me.

“F… fuck, I… I can’t keep up. Just… ah!”

I had no idea I could do that to a woman. Everyone I had ever known had used me. They teased me, touched me, and made me cum. This, however, was something totally different. I wasn’t some bitch boy for her to play with. I was a real man, pleasing her.

She rocked on top of me, slamming her hips against mine. I lost that momentum I had built, but she didn’t seem to care. She grabbed my antennae and pulled our faces together. I fought against the yelp of pain that was billowing up inside of me. That sudden surprise hurt, but it wasn’t a wrong sort of hurt.

She slammed hard against my pole. I held onto her, lower arms against her back at that point.

At that point, we had decided on our own to use each other. We no longer cared about the philosophies or moral quandaries of our situation. At that moment, life itself was occurring. It was outside of our control, just like everything else, and we were both absolutely okay with that.

In our final climax, we arrived together to a plane of bliss.

There had been times, long ago, where I would fear my own climax. Then, to me, it was something for someone else to laugh at and shove into my face. But now, it was a magical joining between this other troubled soul and me. That we could reach this same conclusion together wholly and totally changed my mind about my own worth.

After that transcendent moment of release, she clamped herself down upon me, holding me close, and pressing me up against her small chest. She shook. She sighed. She cried.

I held onto her, and I waited for her to finally calm down. The whole time, I kept myself close, enjoying her warmth against my body, and letting the feeling of our combined passion eventually die off until we were just two bodies basking in the aftermath. We were left with our breath for just a few moments, and she pulled away, looking me in the eyes. Though some might not see her as anything special, at that moment, she was like a goddess, confident in herself and knowing just who she was.

In her tired eyes, I saw, for the first time, the heart-shaped irises that I recognized when I met her in her full glory. I stroked her cheek and said, “that’s the look of a hero.”

“Maybe,” she began, “I’m ready to be one again.”

She nuzzled against me, the two of us laying together, cheek-to-cheek. And we were drifting off into the realm of dreams when a knock brought us back to the present moment.

We did not respond, but the unexpected guest would not go away. Despite our silence, there was movement at the bottom of the door. From there, a green slime oozed through, expelling from the crack and taking on a thick, translucent form.

Purity pushed herself up from me, pressing her knee into my abdomen.

I yelped, but she stood to her feet, clenching her fists and staring at the intruder.

I rubbed my tummy, exclaiming “Purity, what is it!?”

She wouldn’t take her eyes off of the door, and only said one quick sentence: “It’s found me.”