A Demon's POW

[calvinomic]

Continuation from a previous match:
Sebastian v. Astrid

Morning after match.
Hotel Room 666
6AM

Sebastian woke up early (he had always been a morning person) with a slow blink of his eyes, overcoming that initial confusion to remember the previous day. It was everything he had dreamed of from a debut. A complete stomp, against a sexy opponent, who was now his prize for the day. He'd barely even broken a sweat.

Speaking of his prize though, she was passed out next to him in the large bed, having needed quite a bit of sleep after the thrashing she had received the day before. Sebastian had been willing to let her rest overnight, but now that he was awake, his patience had run out. He was only guaranteed this one day of using her as he saw fit, and he intended to make the most of it.

One might think that he'd have cleared his calendar for such a big day, but it was actually quite the opposite. He had planned out an entire day of activities, all of which would involve fucking and humiliating Astrid over and over in a variety of settings. But before any of that, Sebastian had woken up with a particularly stubborn case of morning wood, and that needed to be dealt with. So, rolling over so he was behind Astrid in a spooning position, he reached around and cupped her generous breasts, one of the features he perved on the most, and began to gently tweak her nipples. He'd of course left her bare after their fight, but he was still wearing his boxers.

"Wakey wakey." he cooed in her ear playfully, his stiff bulge settled between her ass cheeks as he slowly brought her out of her slumber. "You've got a long day ahead of you, and we have to get ready."

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Consciousness returned to her slowly, like surfacing from deep water. First came awareness of warmth pressed against her back—a solid wall of male heat on skin to skin contact. Then discomfort registered elsewhere; soreness bloomed across her muscles and pussy, reminding her of yesterday's thorough defeat.

Her eyelids fluttered open to find unfamiliar surroundings bathed in morning light filtering through gauzy curtains. Right. The aftermath. Defeat. Humiliation. And apparently, spending the night in his bed.

A low groan escaped her throat as sensitivity flared through her abused nipples when he pinched them. Everything hurt - especially between her thighs where he'd spent half the evening claiming her over and over.

"Mmmngh..." She shifted irritably, pressing her rear back against his obvious erection straining against his boxers. "Either you start fucking me or stop touching me," she mumbled groggily, "My whole body hurts... Ass."

Despite her protest, she remained passive under his ministrations, too exhausted and tender to properly resist.