Watersports

Author's Note: this was late lol

Heated kisses were peppered all across Dante’s face as his hands rested on Beatrice’s brown thighs. The worn leather glided across her soft skin. She shivered at the contrast of his weathered hands and the soft leather. The apprentice dragged her lips across her idol’s jawline ignoring how his faint scruff tickled her skin. Her hands splayed across his bare chest, admiring every scar and dip of his sculpted muscles, before she pinned him to the back of the couch. Slowly, her hands slid down his impressive frame before dipping into his jeans. Quickly, she made work of his fly and pulled out his prick. Slow, languid strokes were given to him.

Dante grunted in approval. His hands cupped her heavy ass before pulling her onto his throbbing cock. Her slick arousal drooled onto his prick as he shifted his hips in a way to tease her with the tip. “Ready for me as usual. Nice.”

A soft laugh escaped his so-called apprentice before she sank down onto him. The two shared a long groan as her velvety walls enveloped his cock. He throbbed heavily against her sweetest of spots before kissing her cervix. Beatrice shuddered. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while she buried her face in his silver hair. Steadily, she began to buck and grind her hips against him. A low hiss escaped him. His hands sank into the flesh of her plump ass, the tips of his calloused fingers occasionally pulling her cheeks apart just so he could grip her tighter.

Tightly, her walls trapped him in a near vice grip even as she started to bounce in his lap. Sweet delicious friction burned between the two hunters. Moans dripped from her lips and floated in the air in a dreamy haze. His grunts and mutterings that she wasn’t sure she was meant to hear soon followed. The hybrid’s busy mouth promised her things that she knew he could deliver. Every clean worded statement made that fire between her thighs burn hotter and hotter.

“Do it, do it, do it,” she whispered. “I bet you won’t.”

“Yeah? You sure about that, Princess?”

Within seconds, he flipped her around so that she was the one resting against the backrest of the couch and he was on top. His knees were precariously resting on the edge of the seats as he pinned one of her knees to her generous chest and the other hand gripped the back rest of the couch. His thrusts were relentless. Noisily, his heavy balls clapped against her pert ass with every deep thrust. Hotter and hotter that already blistering hot friction burned.

It almost hurt but Beatrice swore she’d kill him if he stopped. It simply felt too good.

A grunt escaped him.

Then his pace slowed to a near stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” she screamed. “Keep going! Don’t you dare pull that fucking ‘Beg for it’ bullshit either!”

His eyes screwed themselves shut. “Trust me, it’s not that. I gotta take a leak. I’ll be right back.”

Fury flashed in Beatrice’s eyes as she slipped her leg free from Dante’s grip and slammed both legs around his waist. Her ankles locked tightly behind him as he tried to pull out. He blinked. She knew that he could easily break free of her grip, she wasn’t stupid, but she refused. “Just... Just pee in me instead. Stay here.”

He laughed. “Wh-what? I’m clearly not hearing you right.”

“I said just piss inside me, asshole!”

Another blink, this time much slower. A sigh escaped him as the pangs of his bladder grew too much to ignore. “Fine, you’re paying for a new couch though.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she breathed as her head tipped back. “Just... just do it fast! Then start back up again! I need it so bad! I was so, so, so close!”

A huff escaped the hunter. “Yeah, yeah,” he breathed as he tried to relax. The sensation of her tight cunt around him kept him hard which made things harder than it should’ve. It didn’t help that her needy walls continued to twitch and squeeze around him. His own body ached for that sweet friction and he couldn’t stop moving. His hips snapped forward and drove his cock as deeply as he could go. The blunt tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb and it happened.

“Finally,” he muttered.

Hot, steaming piss rushed from his still-hard cock and flooded her insides. Steadily, it pooled inside of her already slick pussy and threatened to seep into her womb. He huffed. Slowly, he pulled out only for her to pull him back inside. Piss sloshed around inside of her, seeping out between the gaps of his cock and her twitching walls and onto the couch below, as he shallowly thrust in and out of her.

The pressure of his stream was weird to say the least but definitely a good kind of weird. It was filthy and disgusting but Beatrice was just so desperate! She couldn’t help but trap him between her strong legs. Panting, she ground her hips against him. More and more of that liquid gold sloshed and splashed inside of her pussy. Soft, uncharacteristic whimpers escaped her while he continued to relieve himself. It felt so good.

Slowly, her hand reached out for her clit. Harsh, steady circles were drawn across it as her own bladder began to thud with need. On reflex, she clenched her pelvic muscles before trying to relax. Then, she pissed as well.

“Shit,” Dante swore before he let out a laugh. “Could’ve given a guy a warning first. Guess I shouldn’t complain though.”

She laughed as her piss’ arch was interrupted by her hero’s strong form above her. Hot urine splashed against his body and dripped onto her and the ground below. Eventually, both streams slowed to a trickle.

A sigh of relief escaped the hunter before he started to thrust again. “Alright... Round two.”

“Finally,” Beatrice muttered as her eyes fluttered shut.

Hopefully, they’d remember to throw the couch out before the morning.