Hey there roomie…I’m glad you’re back cuz now I can do this! I hug you I missed you while you where gone…did u pick anything up?

Her brows frowned with my actions, as she felt sad with my intention on evading her for her own comfort, as he put it. But she deeply care for me and wants me to be happy with her. So she start to think, how she should her devotion for his comfort

After several minutes, I walk slowly towards his room, making my presence known by knocking softly against the door. Inside, I take a deep breath and steel myself; it's now or never. "You know..." I say carefully, my voice low and seductive "...I could help you relax if you wanted." A pause. "I'm willing to have some fun with you...if that's what you want too."

With her words, she step closer to his room, her lips moving silently as she recites the words she's been saying all along, reassuring herself this is what he needs; it's not just her selfish desires driving her on. "Please, you don't have to be embarrassed around me...I love having you here. And I really want to make you feel better." Her cheeks flush a little at that thought, feeling hot and flustered for him. She bites her lower lip softly, waiting for his response with bated breath.

Her eyes narrow slightly in understanding at his words; she had suspected something like this might be the issue, but hearing it come from his own lips still stings a little bit. She takes another deep breath to compose herself before responding, her voice gentle yet firm. "Look...I'm not going to make fun of you or anything like that. I think you're amazing just the way you are, okay? And honestly..." Here she pauses, trying to find the right words; they need to be just right in this moment "...I want to be with you. Tonight." She steps even closer now, her voice becoming huskier and more seductive as she presses herself against his door, just inches away from him. "Please?"

She tilts her head slightly as she looks up at him with her oceanic eyes, a slight frown marring the perfection of her features. "Because," she says softly, and reaches out to gently stroke his cheek before pulling back just as quickly, unsure how he might react, "I don't think you're disgusting...and I want us to be happy together." There is a long pause while she studies him intently; she can tell it means so much to him for her to say this and wants make sure he understands. Finally, she draws in a shuddering breath and whispers, "Please...let me help you feel better..."

Her eyes widen at his confession, but she nods slowly and seriously. "I understand that...but if you're gentle with me first, then maybe...maybe I could help calm you down." She presses herself even closer to the door now, feeling her entire body flush with desire for him; it's overwhelming in a way she never knew possible. "Please...let me try?"

There is another long pause as their eyes meet, locked in an intense battle of wills and emotions. Yoruichi holds her breath, hoping against hope that he will accept her offer. Finally, his brow furrows slightly and he nods once; a quiet, almost imperceptible movement that she catches immediately. Her whole body trembles with relief as she throws caution to the wind and steps forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, pressing their sweaty, grimy bodies together. "Thank you..." she whispers against his ear.

She shivers at his words and the feel of his breath against her skin, but it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her body. Her arms tighten around him in reply, digging her nails gently into his back as she arches her neck, inviting him closer still. "I trust you..." she whispers softly, feeling herself begin to melt against him. Her heart is racing now, pounding like a drum in anticipation of what comes next.

She moans softly into his neck as his rough hands grope at her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh greedily. Her hips rock against him in time with his touch, grinding against him harder, seeking the release she craves so desperately. Her head falls back, exposing her long, pale neck to him as her breath comes in short pants, her body on fire for his touch. "That's it...just like that..." She whispers urgently, needing him to understand how much this means to her; how much she wants it.

Yoruichi nods quickly, more than willing to oblige him in this most intimate and personal request. Lowering her head, she brushes her lips against the skin of his neck, first softly then with increasing passion as she plants wet, open-mouthed kisses all over his face, relishing the feel of his stubble scraping against her sensitive skin. Her hands claw at his back, digging deeper into his flesh as she arches her body closer to him, hungry for more contact. "Mmm... like that?" She whispers between kisses, needing confirmation that he's enjoying this as much as she is.

Yoruichi moans into his neck as she feels him touch her so intimately through her panties; the rough grip on her ass sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Pulling away for a moment, she reaches down and pushes her panties to the side, exposing herself fully to his hungry touch. With renewed determination, she plants kisses all over his face and neck, nipping gently at his skin as she moans with desire. "Oh fuck...that's good..." She whispers between breathless gasps, unable to contain the need that courses through her veins.

Her hands claw at his back, digging deeper into his flesh as she presses herself closer still, seeking the release she knows is coming soon. Her hips rock faster against him now, grinding against him with a desperation that surprises even her. "I need you..." She whispers hoarsely, her breath hot and heavy in his ear.

Yoruichi's breath catches in her throat at his demand and she feels herself shudder with desire, despite her initial reluctance to engage in such an act. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches down between their bodies to find his member, already partially exposed from his unfastened trousers. Her hands tremble as they grip it firmly, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath her fingertips. She looks up at him through her lashes, uncertainty still clouding her expression despite the lust burning in her eyes. "I... I don't know if I can..." she whispers softly, barely audible above their ragged breaths.

Yoruichi bites her lip as she stares down at his dirty cock, her heart racing and her body aching with desire. She can't deny the lust that fills her for him; it's too powerful to ignore. With shaking hands, she reaches up and cups his face, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Please..." she whispers, voice trembling. "I want to make you feel good... I want this." Her other hand slides down between their bodies, wrapping around his cock as she begins to stroke it gently, slowly easing him toward her waiting mouth. "Trust me..."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, before she parts them and takes him deeper into her mouth, engulfing his dirty cock with a moan of pleasure that rattles in her throat. Her fingers curl around the base of his shaft as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking and licking at him like an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, her expression hungry and satisfied all at once. "Is this what you want?" she pants against his skin, feeling the powerful shudders that rack his body in response to her touch.

The taste of him fills her mouth; bitter and salty with an underlying sweetness that she can't quite identify. It doesn't matter to her though; she's too lost in the moment to worry about anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. With each downward stroke, she deepens the suction on his cock, wanting more of him inside her mouth. Her tongue darts out to tease at the slit of his foreskin, causing a harsh groan to escape from his throat as he thrusts roughly into her mouth. "Yes," she moans against his skin, "that's what I want..." With renewed determination, she sucks harder and bobs her head faster, her fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as she takes him deeper still. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that echo around them like a distant storm, carrying with it the sounds of their mingled pleasure and desperation.

Yoruichi gasps as his hands clamp down on her hair, pulling it painfully away from her neck. She sucks in air through her nose, unable to take a full breath as he begins thrusting into her throat with brutal force. Her eyes water and her vision blurs, but she doesn't let go; instead, she clings tighter to him, moaning around his cock in an effort to please him. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, magnifying the sensation until it becomes almost unbearable.

Her hips buck and grind against his, seeking contact as she strains for something more, anything that will help her climax along with him. With every movement, her breath grows ragged and her vision darkens at the edges; but still she continues, driven by the need to make him feel good, to make them both feel good together in this moment of unrestrained passion.

Yoruichi gasps and coughs around his cock as she feels herself start to choke on the thick length of him. Tears prick at her eyes from the pain in her throat and nose, but still she doesn't relent; instead, she clenches her fingers tighter around him, determined to take every last bit of pleasure he has to offer. Her body trembles with release as she feels it building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely.

With a final, desperate moan, she sucks hard on his cock, taking as much of him into her mouth as she can stand before releasing him with a wet pop. Her head falls back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to catch her breath and steady the pounding of her heart in her chest. Blood trickles from her nose down over her lips, mixing with his cum on her mouth. "Oh...God..." she whispers hoarsely.

Yoruichi blinks up at him through the haze of pleasure and pain that cloud her vision, tears still trickling down her cheeks. She swallows thickly and wipes a bloody hand across her mouth before looking him in the eye with as much defiance as she can muster. "It tasted disgusting," she spits out between ragged breaths, "and you were anything but gentle." Her eyes narrow in accusation, though her body still throbs with need for more of his touch.

The blood from her nose stains the collar of her shirt as it drips down over her chest, darkening the fabric and leaving a trail of bright red along her skin. She winces as she tries to clear her throat, coughing hoarsely around the foreign taste in her mouth. "But," she continues weakly, "I'll do it again...if you want me to."

Her eyes widen at his words, but a mixture of lust and determination flicker across her features before she nods slowly, pushing herself to her feet and stumbling over to the bed. She climbs onto it awkwardly, laying on her back with her head hanging off the edge, offering him her throat in submission once more. Her heart races faster now, anticipating what he intends to do next. "Please," she whispers shakily, "just make sure you don't hurt me..."

Her eyes widen slightly at his words before a shudder rolls through her body, sending waves of desire pooling between her legs. With a soft gasp, she parts her lips, eagerly awaiting the taste of him once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in invitation as she reaches up to grip his hips, guiding him closer still. "Fuck me... use my throat."

Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and attuned to the feel of him hovering so close. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for him to take her, claim her completely.

Her eyes widen at his words, but they still hold an almost hungry glint as she nods eagerly, welcoming the roughness and dominance he so clearly desires to bring to their encounter. "Hurt me," she whispers, arching her neck further, exposing her throat fully to him. "Take what you want..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his cock presses against her lips once more, teasing the sensitive flesh and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

With a rough groan, she tenses, waiting for him to plunge inside her throat again; needing the release and the satisfaction that only he can give her in this moment. Her fingers dig into his hipbones as she moans around his cock, urging him onward, begging for more of his brutal dominance.

Her body quakes in pleasure as his cock fills her mouth and throat completely; she can feel herself being stretched impossibly tight around him, but it only seems to intensify the sensation. Her head rolls back against the bed, tears streaming down her face from the pain as much as the exhilaration of having him so deep inside her. Every thrust sends tremors through her entire body, making her shudder with pleasure as he takes control and uses her in whatever way suits his dark desires.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fingers digging painfully into her palms as she bears down on him, moaning and gasping for breath around his cock. Her eyes squeeze shut, but images of blood and filth dance behind them; a testament to the twisted pleasure she derives from their encounter. "Yes," she groans through gritted teeth, "like that... use me..." Her hips buck up off the bed in time with his thrusts, seeking frantic release as he fucks her throat relentlessly.

Her world collapses in on itself as his cock presses deeper still, filling every breathable space inside her. The pain of it is unbearable; sharp and intense as he slams into her with such force she's certain her insides will spill out onto the sheets. Yet even as her vision begins to gray at the edges, her body shudders with need and desire; the ache inside her growing more intense with every thrust.

Her cries of pleasure are muffled by his cock, barely audible above the wet slapping sounds of their bodies coming together in this violent dance. Her fingers dig deeper into the sheets beneath her as she arches her back off the bed, begging for more as he uses her throat without mercy.

Her eyes roll back in her head and she bites down on her tongue as pain shoots through her throat; an agony that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Every squeeze of his hands on her throat drives him deeper still, pushing against her airway until it feels like her last breath will be the one she can't take back. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, seeking release even as he threatens to choke her into unconsciousness. "Ahh... fuck..." she gasps through gritted teeth, the harsh sound of it sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing down her spine. She arches her neck, offering him more of herself in this twisted exchange, desperate for whatever scraps of satisfaction he's willing to grant her before he snuffs out her life for good.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the pressure building inside her; the knowledge that he's close to coming pushes her over the edge as well and her hips buck wildly against his hands, desperate for release even as they threaten to end her life. A keening moan escapes from her throat, muffled by his cock but still audible despite his brutal control of her airway. Tears streak down her face, mixing with the blood and sweat that coat her skin as she thrusts up toward him, seeking connection even as he cuts her off at every turn. Her vision darkens and a newfound desperation claws at her chest, begging for just one more breath before he takes it all away from her forever.

With a harsh gasp that sounds more like a death rattle than a moan of pleasure, she convulses around him, orgasm rocking through her body in violent spasms as he thrusts his cock deeper and harder into her throat. Her fingers dig bloody furrows into the sheets beneath her, feeling them begin to slip from her grasp as she grows weaker and weaker with each passing moment. The world around her begins to fade, replaced by a brilliant white light that swirls and dances at the edge of her vision; her last thought is not of regret or horror, but of the pure ecstasy that has consumed her in this final, terrible moment before oblivion claims her.

Yoruichi's vision swims as consciousness returns, the world spinning and unsteady around her. Her throat feels raw and on fire, every breath a sharp stab of agony that sends shooting pains through her body. She tries to push herself up onto her elbows, wincing as pain radiates outward from her neck and chest. Blinking dazedly, she looks down at her bloodied and bruised throat, horror dawning on her features as she realizes what's happened.

"Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely, voice little more than a raspy croak, "you... you almost killed me..." Tears well up in her eyes, hot and bitter against the back of her tongue. She shivers violently, hugging herself tightly as panic claws at her insides; she's never felt so exposed and vulnerable.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers weakly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes, "I don't know what came over me..." She takes a shaky breath, willing herself to be stronger than this; to push past the fear and pain and regret. "Just... just let me go, okay?"

She looks down at his hand on her breast, biting her lower lip as her heart skips a beat. The pain in her throat recedes slightly at the contact, replaced by an almost electric thrill that shoots through her body. "I-I don't know...," she whispers shakily. Her gaze flits back up to meet his eyes, uncertainty and desire warring within them.

Her free hand finds its way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she draws him closer still. "Maybe..." she trails off, voice little more than a husky whisper now, "...maybe I could stay."

Yoruichi's eyes widen at his words, the image flashing through her mind like a brutal assault. Her breath hitches and she shivers with anticipation, pressing closer against him in response. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged gasp now, "...please do that to me." She reaches between them, fumbling at his fly before finally succeeding in pulling down his pants and underwear. Her fingers itch with desire as they skim over the hard length of his cock, eager for him inside her again.

Her hips rock against his hand on her breast, seeking frantic release even as she whispers hoarse words of encouragement in his ear, begging him not to stop. "Fuck me," she pleads, arching her back off the bed, offering him her aching body without reservation or restraint.

Yoruichi gasps and her eyes roll back in pleasure as he speaks to her so roughly, the images and words triggering something dark within her. "Please," she moans, arching further into his touch, "fuck me until I'm nothing but a bloody mess, begging for mercy." Her fingers tighten around him as she starts rubbing herself against his hand, desperate for release.

Her voice grows hoarse from the strain of trying to be both obedient and pleasurable, her body trembling with need as she pushes herself further onto his hand. "Use me," she breathes shakily, "make me scream your name."

As if in response, another wave of pleasure washes over her, starting deep within her core and spreading outward like a wildfire, leaving her limbs weak and trembling with the effort to remain upright. She whimpers his name, tears streaming down her face as she comes apart under his touch.

"Please," she gasps again, arching even higher, offering herself completely to him in this moment of twisted ecstasy. "Don't stop..." Her fingernails scrape down his back as she tries to draw him closer still, begging for more of his brutal dominance and unrelenting control.

Yoruichi's words come out in harsh gasps as her body trembles with need; her desire fueling the twisted fantasies that dance through her mind. "I want you to choke me...suffocate me until I pass out..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she arches even higher off the bed, offering herself up to him completely.

"And then," she continues breathlessly, "fuck my throat so hard it hurts even worse when you stop...make me beg for mercy...tie me down and use me however you want..." Her hips rock against his hand in an almost frantic rhythm, seeking release from the ache deep within her.

With every passing second she feels more and more exposed, more completely his; eager to feel the full extent of his dominance, to know what it's like for him to truly own her body and soul. Her pleas grow desperate, each word falling from her lips with a shudder of need and desire, urging him onward as she trembles on the brink of oblivion.