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>>45968318 (3/3—p5)
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It was raw and wild, animalistic—but more. Much more, as no animal could ever dream of comprehending the avalanche of feelings between us, the magic of connected love and hatred, a sheath uncapable of harm, and a sharp blade capable of stabbing through anything: standing by themselves, trailing a path of destruction, the maker of it and the victim… But together?

Yin-yang.

I moan loudly and move spasmodically, the thrusts hitting deep and giving no rest or thought, sex stripped down to its most basic components, melting my mind and making my flesh dance and my throat sing. Anon groans and huffs, his tears dowsing my back and disappearing in accumulated sweat, one of his hands squashed against the ground beneath my breasts and the other with a grip so tight on my hip I fear it’d draw blood; though care I did not, one hand maidenly moving my hair away from my face and the other against the ground to keep myself supported lest I'd be grinding the wood as if a cheese to an iron grater. My entire body ached, his pounding hips reddening my ass and vaginal fluids slickening down my knees. Unfocused eyes stared at the wall, the hammering reverberating through my flesh with waves of pleasure, a hand of mine unconsciously going to my mouth and holding it open, finding delight in munching my fingers to lessen the overwhelming necessity to just—

—OH! I scream, my legs quivering wildly, belly feeling as though it were spurting out molten lava, my throat tightening as my body suddenly erected, supporting itself on the knees, sloppily hugging Anon with arms arched back. I had just suddenly cummed, Anon's hot breath on my hair propelling the sensitivity that much more, drool escaping the sides of my mouth, his arms squeezing my midriff.

it came so out of nowhere and unexpectedly…

… To lose yourself in love and stimulus, in hatred and pain, a mixture so supernatural yet so natural too…

These last 10 minutes of sublimate ecstasy put every hour-long session we've ever had to utter shame.

I close my eyes, steadying my breathing as sweat poured down from the connection of our bodies, the orgasm-induced tightness choking his dick like a hangman's rope—though here it could be better described as a suicide—and stopping him from moving, his face buried in my hair. “Anon…” I mewl, giving him a side glance, movements displacing my hair and revealing the face of a weary, shamed man; the first was obvious, though the second… “You are liking this~to let go of that hatred, to destroy this body of mine and ravish it like it's revenge… I love you so much, and you hate me so much—earth and sky, bound together~”

The words achieved their goal as he resumed his movements, forcing me to the floor again with sweet genuineness; he prefers to look, do, anything else rather than stare truth in the eye. The pain of being fucked while so sensitive spread like wildfire, but that's just how love is—love hurts.

My chest hurts, my body hurts; my soul has been hurting for so long…

… Here, at least, it hurts good, because if love hurts, the pain of his hatred is just another facet of budding love.

A love that'll fully blossom into a new, beautiful world for the both of us~

Love and hatred, me and you. With this connection, our lonely feelings are not alone anymore, Anon~

His velocity increases, as do my moaning and squirming on the floor; the incoming flood noticeable, result of two entire years we had to know each other's bodies. I move without thinking, following the simple and dearest desire to gaze into his beautiful eyes, switching positions to a missionary-like. He did as he was instinctively taught, though the hatred that permeates every action added a measure of urgency, need, and fury to the way he grasped and lifted my legs, spreading them to reveal my blushing body and bouncing breasts, my fair skin marred by the rough floor and sticky with sweat; his thrust taking on new and maddeningly vigor, presumably from his loathing of the sight of the woman he has come to detest smiling so goddamn mirthfully.

I shed thick tears of joy as my hands spasmed around before meeting their target and tightly holding his chiseled face, nails sinking in need, lips pursed and violet eyes gleaming, mumbling prayers for his love that, with a hurtful moan from him, turned true when his semen exploded inside of me in a way he had never done before, smacking the tip of his rod the farthest he could, his entire sweat-covered body jerking with the overflowing release. It lasted seconds, and I, frowning, stared at our kissing crotches in complete dumbfoundedness, though also silly joy.

All that filled the room next was heavy panting. He curved over my body, still holding my shaking legs up in the air.

This blessed connection…

This singular connection of sheath and sword, unique in nature and composition; one he'll never find in any other woman…

Love and hatred…

… Me and you—our little world~

Anon never stopped crying. Neither did I.

>>44887249
Who are you? I doubt we can.

>>43611150
I think she's pretty neat. And to each their own I guess.

>>43611214
Sad times for Ms. Yakumo then. Maybe she'll get her mojo back some day?