JieMi was lost, eyes completely dilated till brown orbs were pitch black. His long newly formed ears jerked as he stared at her, nose twitched as he sniffed at her. He was beautiful than, masculine but beautiful swathed in shards of light. Muscles rippling, body trembling and eyes that took her into its iron-grip and pulled her into its depths, drowning her in so, so much need. He wanted things from her, things that she knew because of the swollen red cock that pulsated against her belly, so damn fucking angry and so damn fucking sensitive.
She'd raised her hand, stroked his ears with careful fingertips and his hips had jerked, stuttered under her touch. Responsive and eager. Then he'd taken one into his mouth, too far gone to give a shit about their non-existent relationship. He sucked at her skin, licking and tasting her with low, sweet rumbled hums in his throat that were steadily sky rocketing into soft, delirious moans.
She was so fucked.
Amber tried to recall the knowledge she had of hybrids. It was something about displaying the animal in a person, something about reverting them into their most basic of functions to push them to make a move. His soul had basically said 'fuck you and your stupid fucking idiotic excuses' to JieMi and went ahead with the original plan. The original fated plan for them to become lovers, for him to only find solace and peace in her arms, for him to live happily with her with bunch of kids.
And his soul wanted those kids; it definitely did considering the choice of animal. A rabbit of all damn fucking things. The one animal that loved to fuck and make thousands and thousands of children.
He was soaking her panties with rivulets of pre-cum, so aroused that her touch on his skin was another pulsating throb of an angry, swollen cock. And he was swollen, his cock so red and so vibrantly coloured that Amber was sure it must hurt. It looked like it did. And he began to grind into her, thrust his cock against her skin as he shuddered over her, his lips parting as his eyes rolled back into his head, his face twisting with his pleasure.
"You can't!"
She stopped him with a harsh grip of his cock, an instinctual slap of her hand to his long length to push it against his belly and away from her blushing skin. He moaned at her touch, looked as if he went to nirvana and back as his eyes rolled once again back into his head. But he came down from his high when she didn't move, grew frustrated and angry at the stillness of her fingers. And he growled, dissatisfied and heated.
But she didn't give a shit about his need. There was no fucking way they were having sex. It was an undeniable fact in her head, a line of indecency that she refused to cross. His brows furrowed and he glanced at her, shaking his hips as he began to hum soft questions of confusion. No words, just sounds, more evidence of how lost he was in his head.
"You know why, JieMi. Snap out of it, please."
He shook his head and the anger melted into sadness, making hums of sorrow that sounded like music to her ears. Was it a rabbit thing? Or a JieMi thing? She didn't know. He leaned down to nose at her skin and when she refused, he began to hump her hand, literally pushing his cock into her tightened grip, ravenous for completion. He began to hum then; sweet little mewls that did things to her heart and kindled the burn of her cunt like a vibrator to her clit. Goddamn it.
"JieMi!" She snapped, squeezing the hot, pulsating flesh and he cried out, eyes trembling and moist as he stared at her with puppy dog eyes. Eyes that begged and pleaded. He was sordid, wanton with his lust as his bottom lip jiggled and he whimpered at her words. "You know why we can't, come on. You have a girlfriend. We had an arrangement. JieMi I can't do this to you—"
He was crying, sobbing as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks. She was sure she saw tear tracks before, second-guessed herself at the sight of red eyes. She'd assumed she'd been seeing things, a watery eye perhaps from shitty contacts or dust. But now these were real tears, real damn fucking tears. And his body began to shake as he sobbed, so desperate for orgasm that he hiccupped and quaked, and grew weak as he swayed and leaned against her. His hips never stopping in its attempts for orgasm, weakly thrusting against her skin again and again.
And her heart melted, as her mind grew confused. Of course, she felt bad for squeezing his cock in her hands, felt bad for the situation that his soul had deemed necessary for him. JieMi didn't want this as much as she didn't want this. And she knew that. She too was once a slave to her soul bond.
"I know, I know. I know it hurts. I'm sorry." She gave his penis a tentative pat on the head, released her grip on him and he began to move, taking it as a sigh to hump her forearm, rubbing his cock against her skin, shameless and sordid. Unafraid to show his needs on his face as his face twisted and his eyes grew wide. "JieMi, please can you—"
There was a sound, a soft patter of feet and then the trial of voices in the air. Students, girls, fans of IDOL. People who had no qualms of taking a video of them, posting it online and dragging down the entire group because they couldn't stand seeing their celebrity with another. Amber froze, her breath caught in her chest as they moved into the changing room with loud giggles and laughter. She'd forgotten about them, she glanced up at JieMi.
They were so fucked.
He didn't seem to notice, didn't seem to care as he continued to rub himself against her. His fingers danced down to her clit, thumb pressed against the button of her greatest pleasure. She jerked, swallowing down a moan at his actions and she gripped his arm, fingernails dragging over his skin. But he didn't care, he didn't give a fuck about their new predicament, determined to milk more slippery want from her shaking body.
She turned, giving him a harsh glare and an angry pound of her fist against his arm. But JieMi continued, not noticing the change in her mood, desperately thrusting his cock against her skin in slow strokes and rubbing her clit with clumsy fingers. His lips quivered and Amber watched in slow motion as they parted and a soft exhale escaped them.
It didn't take her a second to think.
She turned, lips locked to his, hands cupped against his cheeks, swallowing the moans that threatened to escape his shaking mouth. And he froze and then melted, took to her kiss without the slightest of resistance. A world of heat and warmth, he tasted sweet on her tongue from a drink, or maybe it was just the scent of his skin, musky and warm in her nose.
Or maybe it was just her head, drunk from his testosterone.
And she could feel him quivering against her, his muscles shaking so hard that she had to soothe them with careful strokes of his skin. A touch that he returned easily, hands skimming her body like an artist would to an artwork. Hands palming her breasts, thumb circling her nipples. Actions that resulted in a heavy resounding drum against her dripping cunt. Actions that she allowed only because he was wrecked with soul bond.
Actions she allowed because she wanted him. Her heart wanted him, her pussy wanted him. She wanted him and that was honest words from her pounding heart.
The girls were gone when they parted, lips messy with connected saliva and he thrusted upwards then, slid his cock into her panties until her pussy lips were wrapped over the head of his cock in a kiss of their sex. She'd gasped, wrapped her arms around his neck in surprise and her JieMi took it as his chance to lift her until she sat heavy against his cock.
And he began to thrust.
He was rubbing against her, hot length sliding past her folds and over her sensitive clit. Friction that made pleasure burn in her lower abdomen and swirl in her insides, friction that made her nipples grow hard as they rubbed against his masculine chest. And he was humming, humming, humming, moaning as he moved, rutting against her like a beast chasing after orgasm.
And all she could do was ride his slippery need, let out soft gasps of surprise at the dribbles of hot, boiling pre-cum that soaked her little clit. Some part of him seemed to return, or at least his ability to speak because he began to groan, tongue moistening lips, teeth biting into red flesh.
"Oh, you feel so good. So, so, so good." He was thrusting against her as she soaked his cock in her juices, sopping wet and ever so needy. "Oh, oh yes—that's it. More. More." He was enraptured, lost in his need, his face: pleasurable anguish. He turned her over then, a quick swoop that sent her body slamming against the locker, not hard enough to wound but hard enough to alarm.
She'd squeaked when he mounted her, gasped as her hands moved to drop between her thighs, to guide his clumsy cock away from her vagina. A line that they could never cross. But she didn't have to with her dripping underwear in place and he continued to thrust, ramming his hips against her, vulgar, fast and hard like a puppet to his pleasure, hammering away until his lips began to twist with his devastation.
"I need you," he groaned. "I need you. I need you. I need you."
And she turned back to look as his face contorted, a mad look in his eye. He was beautiful in his pleasure, his skin dewy with sweat, shimmery like gems in the night sky, his hair curling with the humidity. His eyes wide and fluttery. Those eyes were fixated upon her behind as he ran fingers down her ass and over her skin. Those eyes told her that he found her beautiful, that he liked her like that, that he was aroused by her.
"You're perfect, so good. So perfect."
She knew he was going to cum when his body rippled, when his hips stuttered and broke its pace, when his pounding grew furious with his need. And she would have come with him if she had a finger to her hard, swollen clit, but she couldn't cross that line.
Not with her heart at stake.
"You're mine."
And he came, he came so hard that his eyes were left with its whites, his mouth open to let out a silent scream that she was thankful never came. He was spurting his seed all over her belly, coating her skin in creamy white fluid, again and again, spasming and twitching as he cried, tears dripping down his cheeks from his orgasm. His completion was so good that his tears soaked her skin and his expression broke as he wept.
It was then when the door of the locker seemed to grow weak from her weight. It broke apart and she stumbled forward, thighs dripping with semen as she turned back to look at him. And JieMi's eyes grew clear with reason and they darted over her, over her skin, over her semen coated thighs and to her eyes. There was a moment of silence, a gasp from him and a horrified widening of eyes. And he broke down then and there.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He began to sob. And finally, JieMi apologised.