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Gabriel took off their glasses and placed them on their dis/organized desk, sighing because work was always harder when they had to be dealing with difficult people. Problem solving was never the issue in these important tasks, it was always the nooks and crannies people worked themselves into that Gabriel eventually had to fish the others out of.

A jackhammer sounded off in their brain but Gabriel realized through the sensory overload it was just their phone receiving a text. They reluctantly lifted it up but smiled a bit upon revealing Raven’s picture on their screen. That certainly brightened what was an already gloomy day. That smile, the look in her shining eyes, Gabriel could stare at her pictures for hours and never get bored. There was always something new and exciting coming from that fascinating brain of hers. They opened up the text and let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding. Her message was simple and perfectly timed.

"I’m bringing over something to eat!"

Gabriel’s stomach gurgled loudly. The smile on their face spread and they told her to let herself in when she arrived. They think on the rest of their To-Do list, and if they finished their bore of a task now, they’d have some extra time for lunch and that meant more time with Raven. They got back to the task at hand and stayed dedicatedly distracted by their work until a knock sounded on their office door.

The day had been overcast outside, raining as usual, but seeing Raven standing there in their doorway was like getting to see the sunshine break through the clouds. The smile on her face was radiant and Gabriel couldn’t stop themselves from reflecting it back. They go to stand but a quick movement from Raven has them pausing. Her arms are raised up in a "wait!" type of gesture and she starts waving her flapping hands to get them to sit back down. Gabriel drops back into their seat with a raised eyebrow.

"Food?" Was all Gabriel could mutter without laughing at Raven as she fidgeted in the doorway. Her hands were suspiciously empty as they fluttered about her waist and the buttons of her ankle length puffer jacket. They absently thought of turning up the heat — as she was always so damn cold. She stared at Gabriel, maybe through Gabriel, looking a bit like an adorably stunned deer wrapped in a purple marshmallow.

Before Gabriel could ask, again, what exactly Raven was doing, Raven ripped open her winter coat and let it drop. It slunk down her curvy little body and fell around her ankle boots with a floof. Gabriel froze in shock, recovering with a slick pop of their jaw un-dropping. The Pope could’ve heard a pin drop from the Vatican. They minutely adjusted in their seat, cleared their throat, and fumbled across their desk for their glasses. There was no way they were going to take their eyes off her. Gabriel didn’t exactly need the spectacles to know what just happened, but they’d rather have a crystal clear and crisp vision of exactly what they were looking at.

Once the glasses were on their face, though slightly askew, Gabriel started at the black high heels Raven wore on her dainty feet and slowly followed the line of her bare legs all the way up to her shapely hips. Lacy straps dug into the soft flesh there, leading to a scrap of cloth covering the space between her thighs, but it was barely enough to cover the smattering of hair hidden there. Their gaze traveled up her stomach, littered with little scars, to the lace bra she wore that barely hid the shadow of her dark nipples beneath. Gabriel was suddenly overwhelmed with hunger, and couldn’t give a single fuck about food. All they wanted to do was get their hands and mouth on her immediately.

It had been a beat or two of silence during their casual perusal. Raven stood there, arms slightly raised and out at her sides as she bared herself to Gabriel and just waited while they rebooted. Once their eyes finally met hers, she felt the impact of that decided stare like a heat lamp, and goosebumps rose up all over her skin. "Well?!" Raven shivers slightly. "You want your food fresh or frozen?" Her voice cracked as she said it.

"Delivery?" Gabriel got to their feet in a slow rise, which she observed with rapt attention. They couldn’t help but enjoy the subtle way her body responded to theirs, mirroring their movements and anticipation. They grinned, stalking right over to her, and she tried to initiate their usual game of cat and mouse, but on her heels she just wobbled in a circle and almost broke her ankle trying to flee.

As she fell, presumably to her death, Gabriel pounced before impact, swooping her up into their arms and spinning her back towards the desk where they planted her bare ass on top of all of their paperwork. The errant thought escaped their focus that this paperwork might have to be submitted the next day, but fuck it. Gabriel hummed appreciatively as they sat their ass back down into their seat and looked up at Raven. She still had the same stunned deer look in her eyes as before, until her gaze flickered down to meet theirs. Gabriel grinned. "I could get used to this."

Raven’s chest heaved, practically panting as she swiped at the hair that fell in her face after Gabriel’s aggressive displacement. Her knees were clamped together as she teetered in the space, pointed toes precariously avoiding their keyboard on the pull out. She’s not exactly big but she’s not a flatscreen monitor either. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk near where her ass was perched and she bit her lip when she saw the smile blooming on Gabriel’s lips.

"So what’d you bring me?" Gabriel’s hands skated up the back of her calves and skimmed down the front of her shins to touch the heels she teetered in on. They bet they’d find her galoshes by the front door, as she probably only put these on once she got inside, because for whatever reason, she could dance on the damn toothpicks, but couldn’t drive or barely walk.

She hums, lifting a foot off the desk and planting it delicately against Gabriel’s chest, digging in her toe ever so gently, like she stubbed out a lit cherry on their shirt. Her eyes light up in that smug way and Gabriel knows they’ll enjoy the answer that comes out of those lips, no matter what. She grinned with her tongue between her teeth and winks. "Mexican."

Gabriel took in the bawdy display with an amused chuff, because it was not like her humor turned them off. Quite the opposite! The two of them could make the stupidest jokes back and forth without missing a beat and it was almost thrilling. That wordplay could be foreplay escaped even Gabriel’s wildest imagination at first, but between them, it was. "Ah, my favorite." They winked up at her and appreciated the pretty flush it put on her cheeks.

Taking one of her tiny ankles in their grasp, Gabriel tugged the limb just enough to jostle her as they lifted her foot to their shoulder. Her eyes widen as they remove her high heeled shoes one by one and kiss each of her aching ankles before placing her feet right back on the table where they were. Gabriel’s warm fingertips grazed up her shins again and their large hands cupped her knees right before their fingers dug into her flesh. The corner of her mouth hitches in a small smile as they carefully force her knees apart, far enough to accommodate their wide shoulders.

Raven’s cunt was on display for Gabriel just as they liked it. The tiny thong she wore was as lost in her flesh as Gabriel intended to be, made of mesh and lace, soaked through already with her desire to the point they were practically clear as glass. They take a deep inhale of her scent, something they want to roll in like cat nip. Gabriel's thick fingers grazed along her inner thighs before they scooped their hands underneath her lush ass and tugged her even closer. She let out an adorable little squeak that had their cock twitching in their pants. Now her perfect little cunt was right at eye level. Gabriel’s thumb brushed against the wet fabric covering her pussy as their hand glided up and over her soft stomach. Their fingers twitched once or twice as they bypassed her lace covered breasts and instead firmly sunk in her hair, gripping at the roots near the base of her skull.

Raven smiled and keened, leaning into the touch. Watching her squirm was the most beautiful thing in the world to witness. Gabriel gave their grip on her a little shake and then forced her gaze to redirect down at their own. Her eyes hazed over with want as she stared down at them, pain alighting a frenzy in her system that had her rolling her ass and hips in their direction. Gabriel grinned and nodded. "You should take note of my great appreciation for the meal." They leaned forward and licked a stripe up her slit, over the soaked material of her panties and groaned at the taste. She whined out an incoherent syllable, eyelashes fluttering as her mouth lolled open.

They sat back a little to view their work with a hold still on her hair. She moaned softly into the pain and Gabriel couldn’t help but smile at the vision of her, open and wanting, presenting herself as their sustenance. Her want, her need, was all for them, all on obscene display, dripping onto their desk. It filled Gabriel’s blood with an unbearable heat, to the point they reached into their desk drawer and pulled out their pocket knife, flicking it open, one handed. The sound was familiar enough to Raven her eyes snapped open and zeroed in on the dark blade between her thighs. Gabriel chuckled darkly with the visions that gaze of hers inspired. They hold her by the hair and cut through the straps of her underwear without another thought, returning the blade before tossing the lacy cast offs over their shoulder without a second thought.

Gabriel kissed their way up her inner thigh, leaving bites along the path they hoped would bruise and remain as a constant reminder of their adoration. Gabriel made sure to hold her gaze and her hair as they take their time with another long slow lick up her dripping slit. Raven hardly blinked as she watched, rapt with attention, a high whine in her throat that builds to a gut wrenching moan when Gabriel finally pressed in and engulfed her slit in their hot mouth, licking and sucking sloppily until her thighs were twitching around their head.

Raven was being so good, even trying to keep her eyes open as she looked down at Gabriel while they feasted on her cunt and shoved their tongue inside her spasming hole, already coming on their tongue for the first time that night. Their free hand gripped her thigh on the outside, and tugged her twitching leg over their shoulder so they could lean in and seek deeper depths. Her wetness engulfed them, to the point drowning almost seemed like a joy. To Gabriel, their craze for her taste must have been akin to a vampire supping on their very first kill after changing. She was an intoxication Gabriel couldn't deny their deeply addicted soul. She was the mana, the promise that kept Gabriel surviving through the parched desert of each day, even if they hadn’t known her yet.

"Gabriel!" Raven shouted as an orgasm hits her, shaking out from her core into twitching muscles that had her leg muscles spasming. Her heel dug into Gabriel’s back and held them in place as her hips whined in circles against their attentive, smiling mouth. Watching her writhe in rapture was one of Gabriel’s most favorite things, so they refused to relent, refused to allow her a single moment of rest, not when they were starving and she tasted good enough to binge. Their attention goes right back to where she needed it to be. When that hungry mouth and tongue met her sopping cunt again, she screamed Gabriel’s name a second time, and her hands dove into their hair, fingers curling in the lengths as she pulls them closer still, desperately grinding against the magic their mouth made inside of her. "Fuck!!" She squealed it out with another rush of wetness for their tongue and clenched around their tongue.

"More!" Gabriel cooed into Raven’s flesh, "Fuck, so much more baby. That’s it, Raven, come for Daddy."

"Shit!" Tears sprung from her eyes and her thighs shook and twitched around Gabriel’s head. They smiled but relented only enough so their free hand could snake between them both to fuck two of their thick fingers right into her cunt without warning. The noise she made was guttural and her body tried to jack knife as her other hand sunk into their hair. Her thighs attempted to shut as her cunt squeezed Gabriel’s fingers so tight it took considerable force to ram them back inside of her. She gushed around them, squirming against the grip in her hair and the leg she had thrown over Gabriel’s one shoulder, keeping her imbalanced and exactly in place so they could devour her.

Gabriel pulled out their fingers with a string of her cum still connected to her sopping hole. They slapped their wet fingers across her inner thigh and she wailed at the sting. "Legs open for your Daddy, angel." She whimpered, but once her legs were adequately spread, they continued fucking into her, two fingers at first and then a third. That had her screaming Gabriel's name again, prettier than god and all his chorus. She came again and again rutting into their thrusting hand and insatiable mouth with her legs shaking. Their lips wrapped around her throbbing clit and suckled until she came so hard her ass lifted off the desk, completely undone for them. She panted, whined, and cried as she broke, gushing around Gabriel’s fingers as they cheered her on with their groans.

Her eyes popped open and she gasped, "Your papers!" And suddenly she squirmed even more, trying to escape Gabriel’s grasp.

Her wicked little movements lit something primal in Gabriel, and they snarled, "Fuck my papers!" Something feral underlined the tone, and they could feel it burning in their bones. They swept her up against their chest and held tight to her hair again as they kissed her sloppily, wrenching a moan out of her delightful little throat. It takes them less than a blink to kick their chair out of the way so there’s more room to pin their favorite little butterfly against the wall.

With one arm beneath her ass, Gabriel couldn't move as freely as they wished unless they put her down. They hated that idea, so instead, their hand migrated from the back of her head to cup her jaw and force her hazy eyes to meet theirs. "Do you wanna make me proud, babydoll?" Her stare was fuck-drunk but she nodded her head in their grasp, just so fucking trusting. Gabriel couldn’t resist the alluring temptation of her pretty mouth, and slid their thumb home. "There you go…" She whined and panted around the digit as it ground against her tongue toward the back of her throat. "That’s my angel." A whimper escaped when they pressed it a little too far, a simple promise of what’s to come after round one.

"Take my cock out, darlin, and get it inside you. Right fuckin’ now," they growled and jut their thumb against the back of her throat.

She gargled a slightly distressed sound and tears dripped down her cheeks, but she stared up at Gabriel with utmost trust and adoration. Her small hands attacked their job with fervor, undoing their belt and pants, only squirming slightly when she realized she was wearing close to nothing and they were still fully dressed. The power exchange differential was catostrophic to her sanity. She did all she could to carefully pull their gorgeous cock out of their pants, but the urgency itched at her. Raven used the leverage of Gabriel’s hold on her ass to plant her heels against their lower back. This gave her the perfect angle hold their cock against her soaked slit and roll her hips up and down and back again, enough to coat them in her slick. Gabriel’s hand slammed around her throat, pinning her to the wall. The groan that came out of their mouth was worth the cirque de sole move to Raven. She smiled and got them positioned to slide into her, but she stopped, looking up at them, and held them still at her entrance with all the self control in the world.

Gabriel’s eyes crossed in a haze of need and their hips thrust forward of their own volition, sinking into Raven’s cunt. She’s so viciously tight from coming so many times already, spasming still if they took the time to feel it. Gabriel required an extra bit of force to get their dick fully seated inside of her. Once they hit the end of her, slamming against the scars left from her cervix, it sent illicit shock wave after shockwave through the core of her. She screamed Gabriel’s name, body arching and muscles clenching against their hold on her as they continued to rut into her.

First, are the small harsh movements where Gabriel used the grip on her ass and forced her hips to grind into theirs. They both slam back into the wall with every short punctuated thrust. That got her coming once and so Gabriel lengthened their strokes. Every perfect inch of slick, tight, cunt stretched and squeezed around their cock, managing to stoke them into a fervor they could barely control. Each thrust landed harder than the last. Her hands grappled at their grip around her neck.  She tried to gain purchase on Gabriel’s wide shoulders, pawing at them and trying to hold on tight as she came around their throbbing cock again.

"Who do you belong to, Raven?" Gabriel hummed against her lips, their hips slamming into hers and prolonging her orgasm.

"Oh fuck," she cried and her eyes returned from the back of her head to land on theirs, panting as she nodded and muttered, "You."

"Louder," Gabriel bit out the word through grit teeth as they rammed into her end.

"You — FUCK!" She squeaked out a moan and clenched around their cock, "Gabriel, I’m yours!"

Gabriel kept up the brutal pace, pulling out whimpers every single time their heavy balls slapped against her bare ass. "Again!" They demanded in a snap of their hips.

Raven whined and relented immediately, "I belong —," her eyes widened as Gabriel shifted the angle of their hips and fucked her harder. Her legs spasmed around their hips. "You, Gabriel! You! I belong to you, Daddy."

"FUUUUUCK!" Gabriel groaned the word through grit teeth, pressing a kiss to her temple as they continued to ravage her. They shifted, pressing their forehead into hers as they rutted into her wet pussy that sloppily sucked in their cock and refused to let go. Gabriel takes a minute to gaze down at the soft body she offered them, the sweetness she supplied, and hooked their elbows beneath her knees to plant their palms against the wall. Holding her like this left her wide open for their onslaught. Gabriel pumped their hips, putting every inch of their towering frame into the force with which they fucked her. Raven stared up at them like they were made of stars, a song in her gaze that sang to Gabriel like a lost soul looking for a home. They can’t get close enough, they can’t get deep enough inside of her, this need Gabriel had was enough to think they might fuck her to pieces if they really let go.

Raven’s ankles hooked at the base of their spine and the fire in Gabriel’s gut seized them, wholly. They pistoned into her tight, slick hole, nothing but force and hands and heat. She bent beneath Gabriel perfectly, her body bouncing back into theirs at just the right pace. Their passions were stoked and their needs were in such unison it felt like when Raven screamed, it was Gabriel’s lungs they used.

But then Gabriel’s back cramped and they saw the bad kind of stars behind their eyelids. They try to ignore it but she watched them too attentively, and knew them too well. She saw the pleasure replaced by pain, in an instant, and knew it was not in the fun way.

"Hey—,"

"Don’t tell me to stop," Gabriel snarled, absolutely not ready to be done with her type of perfection yet.

Raven stifled a giggle and a moan. "Just put me down and let’s get to the couch!"

Gabriel growled their dissent through the pain and tightened their grasp on her to fuck into her harder.

She bit onto their shoulder and yelled, "COUCH!" with their flesh between her teeth. Gabriel hissed and relented, walking them over to the couch where they sit down, still inside of her and plopped their head back against the couch with a grimace. She finally released her hold on their shoulder as they settled. But when she started to move off of their lap, they grabbed onto her hips and stopped her from dislodging their cock.

Raven tries not to smile as Gabriel hadn’t otherwise moved. Their body was lined with what she thought was pain and frustration. It wasn't like she hasn’t been there too. Just last week her scar tissue was hurting something horrible and they could hardly snuggle. Her fingers trail up their chest with walking feet. "Are you okay?" She wiggles slightly and Gabriel’s grip tightens.

They grunt something vaguely affirmative. She tilts a bit to adjust, but it’s too much like she’s trying to get up and the harsh grip juts her harder onto their cock. They flexed their hips this time, and refused to let her move. The smile that started in the corner of her perfect lips was too naturally alluring it makes that tingle return to Gabriel’s dick.

Raven tries her best to lean over their titled back head. She’s not quite tall enough so she pressed soft kisses to their strained neck. "If you’d like me to cock warm you all you have to do is say pretty please."

They grunted out a slight laugh.

"You know our rules, we don’t have to lie about the pain. We can always start again later. " She sighed. "Talk to me or I’m getting off."

"Try to move again and I’ll give you the ole Winchester and leave a permanent handprint on your ass." The pain had mostly dulled down, their cock was still rock hard inside of her, wet and hot and feeling like heaven. Their hand snaked up her thigh and waist. When it curled up her back to unhook her bra, she pinched the back of their arm and it stung so bad they almost jostle her up off their lap as they yelped in pain.

When she almost falls, she made a sound like a stepped on cat, but her pussy clenched around their still hard cock. The two both moan and she grabbed onto their shirt while her eyes rolled around in the back of her head.

"What was that for?" Gabriel grumbled and rubbed the back of their arm.

She scowls at them and crosses her arms over her breasts, smushing them up inside the lace and making their mouth water. "Where did Castiel actually leave the handprint?"

There was a whole beat of silence while their cock throbbed inside her cunt. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"As serious as Dean pulling a Jason X due to The Mark." She cut back.

"You can’t possibly be turning me on with campy horror and Supernatural references. This can’t be happening…" They grumbled swiping a hand down their face while trying to hide their laughs.

"Oh, ho, ho, that fleshy appendage inside me seems to disagree with you there." She replied with a wiggle of her hips.

"Trust me we’ve disagreed on plenty through the years…"

She scoffed and got up off their lap. They scrambled after her and she swiped away their hands like they were made of bird bones.

"Wait — !"

She rounded on Gabriel and leveled them with a withering stare that made their heart thrum, their balls shrivel, and their cock throb.

"You’ve lost speaking and touching privileges." Raven snarled at them. "Hands behind your back." Her head tilts and her eyes squint in disgust at the way they stared at her, jaw-dropped. "Now!"

The shift in theatricality was enough to clue Gabriel in, and the term "switch" feels more than literal as they watch her work. Something clicked in Gabriel’s brain and their hands were clasped on their forearms behind their back before their next blink.

"That’s better." Her voice lowered an octave and her entire frame shifted into something otherworldly and predatory. "I’d expect you to be much more grateful." She climbed back into their lap and hooked her small hand beneath their jaw. "Maybe I should make you beg."

They tried to stifle the grunt in their chest. The one definitely laced with the need twitching their dick between them. There was no way she missed that.

She rolled her eyes into a sinister smile and looked down. "Love a built in lie detector." She wrapped her hand around Gabriel’s still wet cock and started to pump it between them. "I could tell you to eat me till I come eight times, and make you fuck your hand the entire time. And you would, wouldn’t you? If it pleased me?"

Raven smiled almost tenderly as her other hand snaked up their neck and up into their hair, letting her short nails scrape across their scalp before she tugged it gently back. She continued to pump their cock as she rocked in their lap, her wetness coating the thick base of their dick and balls in a deluge. She bit and nipped at their neck, relishing in the way their cock spurted precum and joined her wetness in her exquisite torture. "But what a waste this beautiful cock would be. What a tragedy all that cum would be, spent on the floor," She squeezed the base of their cock and ground her pussy against their balls as she whispered in their ear, "when it could be inside me." She gasped and panted, skin against slick skin, as she licked their earlobe. "Right where it belongs."

A harsh breath finally huffed out through Gabriel’s grit teeth. Their entire body flexeed with the effort of holding back the insanity now itching at their nerves. Their brain knew exactly where to put their hands, where they wanted their mouth to be. It urged them to take what was theirs, to have what belongs to them. It said that she belonged to them. But the sounds of her moans reminded them of the other half of that powerful statement.

That Gabriel equally and unequivocally belonged to Raven, too.

Her touch evaporated and Gabriel’s eyes snapped open and focused on her standing less than a foot away from them. She reached up behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting it fall down her arms and to the floor. Her chest heaved and her heavy breasts swayed with her as she strut forward and kicked Gabriel’s feet about eight inches apart. She climbed onto the couch but puts her right knee by their left one, and then used their chest and leg as leverage as she straddled their lap, but facing the opposite direction. She crouched and took their cock into her hand, pumping them once or twice before positioning them at her opening and sliding down Gabriel’s length.

Raven planted her hands on their thick thighs and used them as her leverage. She started to ride them with the precision of a dancer threading a needle with her hips. First came a very long body roll which began in her chest and ended with a dip in her lower back that made Gabriel’s eyes cross. She repeated the movement, rolling her body up and down, dragging her tight cunt along the length of them from base to tip and back again. The way her ass flexed at the end of each and every roll milked Gabriel’s pulsing cock tortuously. From the way her shoulders flexed to the dimples just above her lush ass, she was a piece of moving art and all they could do was sit there and watch. All they could do was let her use them and make them a part of something so fucking beautiful, something they could have never imagined creating on their own.

"Oh fuck," Raven punctuated the curse by sitting back on Gabriel’s dick with a force that made her squeak and shiver on top of them. She adjusted with them fully seated so deep, and carefully walked her hands up their legs, massaging Gabriel’s thighs along the way. Once she was fully upright she spread her knees and sunk down further onto their lap. She leaned back, putting their chest and stomach right into the arch of her spine. She tilted her head to one side, elongating her neck and rested it back on their shoulder so they had a perfect vantage point down the slope of her body as she sat in their lap and used them so perfectly. Her hips started a careful swivel and the mewls in her throat built as slowly as the circles she makes in Gabriel’s lap. Her moans were fully throated, starting in her gut in a way even they can feel it in their cock. Her hands snaked up her stomach and chest, stopping to toy with her breasts, pinching her nipples and twisting them. She practically mauled her breasts with her small hands, gripping and groping the globes of flesh, and scraping her nails across her own skin in paths Gabriel’s teeth needed to follow.

"You feel so fucking good." One of Raven’s hands traveled up her neck and over her shoulder, curling around Gabriel’s throat before moving up and up into their hair just behind their ear. They leaned into her touch, heaving breaths out of their mouth now with the effort to control themselves. Something in her touch shifted and Gabriel knew they had to look at her, they needed to see her. Their head swiveled over, leaning into hers and their eyes met at what should have been an impossible angle. But fuck, that bend in her back? She was flexible.

"You’re being such a good boy for me," she cooed at Gabriel with so much affection in her gaze they almost blew it all right then and there. She rolled her hips again and smiled, "Am I good for you too?"

They nodded into her, "Yes, fuck, baby… The best." It came out a breathless whisper. They swore the shudder started in her cunt. By the time it was through her core and out into her fingertips, twitching in the roots of their hair, her thighs quivered too.

She whined as her hips stuttered towards an orgasm, but she knew what she needed, her body was easily rewired by pleasure, she can only come so hard before things overwhelm her. But if she surrendered….

"Please…" she begged, "I need you, Daddy."

It was barely out of her mouth before Gabriel's arms clamped around her. One hand perfectly fit in the span of her neck, like her jaw was made to fit the curve between their forefinger and thumb. The other curled around her waist where they sunk a hand down her stomach and their fingers traveled to where their slick flesh met. Gabriel let their fingers splay along the length of their cock as it sunk back into her pussy. Their fingers found her clit and started to circle it, pressing hard just as she liked it. Sunk on their cock, Gabriel wound’t let her move. They take their time to really tease her little clit until she was huffing and puffing and right on the edge, cock-warming them like the perfect toy. They lifted up their hand and smacked her cunt hard enough to make it feel like a punishment, but Raven just quivered and convulsed on Gabriel’s throbbing cock.

"For you baby doll? Anything…" Gabriel snarled and used the grip around her neck to slam her down on their dick. They spread their legs and planted their feet in a way that helped them thrust up into her clenching cunt to counter her downward force. This purposefully widened the stretch of her and tilted her hips at just the right angle where their cock dragged down the front wall of her pussy, grinding the thick base of their cock right into her g spot. It helped that the heel of their hand and forearm pressed against the front of her lower stomach, forcing the friction. "Fuck! You feel so fucking perfect!"

Raven was breathless with pleasure, wrapped up and being used in return, she was in an absolute heaven of sensation. Gabriel’s hold was so sure she was confident they imprinted on her, far down past her skin. Her hands curved to follow the lines of their arms as they moved her entire body to the pace of their thrusts. They paused their ministrations only to curl their long fingers between hers, trapping her hands to theirs before they returned them to their original positions. Forcing her own touch, Gabriel started fucking her in earnest again. Their hands held her hands against her throat. Their fingers cinched hers between theirs as they rubbed, circled, and eventually spanked her clit.

Raven stopped breathing for a beat. Every singe atom in her being realigned to the way Gabriel touched her. She erupted in pleasure so intense her entire body spasms through the waves coming to consume her wholly. But with the way Gabriel had her spread out and held against them, there was no escaping this torment, not after what she just put Gabriel through. They continued to spank her clit as they rut into her.

"My most precious little fuck toy," Gabriel murmured breathlessly into her ear, rutting and fucking into her, slapping at her clit left completely exposed by the spread of their own thighs. "All mine to break. Into. Fucking. Pieces!" They practically hissed the last word, immensely pleased by the way she started shaking on top of them. She had come her eight times and then some. "That’s it, my precious." They kissed up along her shoulder and neck before growling in her ear, "Fall apart for me." A scream erupts from Raven’s mouth that resonated down into Gabriel’s balls and they fucked up into the splashing and spasming mess of her squirting cunt with glee.

"YES!" Gabriel roared and sunk their teeth into the flesh of her shoulder. They rut up into her harder and faster, strumming her clit and tilting their hips to stretch her tight little hole to its absolute limits. The desperation in their own body clawed at their chest and gut for release. They leaned into the bend of her pliant spine, holding her tighter as their bodies ground through the haze of insane pleasure, barreling towards another climax. "Come again, my angel." They grunted into her shoulder and pumped into her, "please, come again for me. Come again and again for your Daddy. Pretty please."

"FUCK!" Raven screamed her way through another intense orgasm. It clenched around Gabriel’s throbbing cock and steals them along with her.

"Oh fuck me, baby doll" Gabriel groaned into her skin like it would transform their batshit crazy need for her into sound waves. "That’s my good girl." Raven rolled against their grasp in earnest, snapping her own hips back along with the way they lifted her up and down their cock. She was so fucking tight as Gabriel came.

The two sunk into one another with a crushing force and could hardly move. The only noises they made were groans through the fucking wondrous sensations of Gabriel filling her up and pumping her full of a load of their hot cum. Their bodies breathed and bent through the heat and sensation of each other’s pleasure. The touch was still hot and tender and rough. Every sensation was weighted and full of something so much more than need now. There was a gentleness and a calm finding their heart beats in each other’s touch. Mouths and moans meld together again into an alchemical process transmuting themselves into gold.

They sagged against one another in exhaustion, bodies covered in each other in all the best ways. She shook in their arms, coming down hard from the intensity of their coupling. "I made a mess…" She whimpered as their hands begin to carefully soothe and massage her overstimulated skin.

"Technically I made a mess." Gabriel cradled her face in their hands and gently kissed along her jaw and cheek, turning her head until their mouths met. "I made a mess of you." They insisted against her lips.

"We made a mess." She relented, but put a hand over theirs as her body quivered. "Hold me together?"

They nodded and kissed her gently, "Long as you need."

Raven kissed their jawline and nuzzled into their neck. "Your shower chair or mine, handsome?"

Gabriel barked out a laugh and then they’re both groaning over the combined flux of sensation of them still connected at the root. The two try to dislodge, but they were both an incredible giggling mess of knots and limbs. They untangled and made sure they didn’t injure themselves more as they do a quick clean up and head to the shower together, hand in hand.

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