Another one! To be honest I didn't expect I'll be able to post this quickly but here we are.
Hope you guys enjoy it.
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As they arrived at the restaurant, the warm glow of elegant chandeliers greeted them. The place was chic, with softly lit tables and an ambiance that spoke of understated luxury.
Morty stepped out of the car and quickly moved to open the door for Noelle, who emerged looking even more radiant in the dress he had gifted her. She flashed him a smile as they walked inside, where a waiter guided them to a secluded table with a view of the city skyline.
Once seated, Morty took a moment to admire the restaurant's décor and the calm, refined energy of the place. It was the perfect setting for the evening—classy but not too pretentious.
"So, Morty," Noelle began, swirling her glass of water.
"Care to tell me more about yourself? This should be our second time talking to each other in person."
Morty chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair as he thought about how to answer. His life had been anything but ordinary, filled with interdimensional travel, alien encounters, and countless wild adventures thanks to Rick.
But tonight wasn't the time to get into the ridiculous chaos of his life. He decided to keep things subtle, giving her a glimpse of his world without overwhelming her.
"Well," Morty began.
"Let's just say my family life wasn't exactly normal." Noelle raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Not normal how?" Morty laughed awkwardly, careful not to spill too much.
"Let's just say there's a lot of... unpredictability. My grandpa is kind of this mad scientist type, always dragging me into his experiments and projects. It's—uh, it's a lot to handle sometimes."
Noelle smirked, clearly sensing there was more to the story but letting it slide for now.
"Sounds intense."
"You have no idea," Morty muttered under his breath before continuing with a smile.
"But yeah, between family stuff and my own inventions, I just sort of... found myself trying to share my skills to the world. "
Noelle nodded, sipping her drink.
"I can see that. It's impressive, honestly. But what do you do for fun? Surely, you don't spend all your time building gadgets."
Morty scratched the back of his neck, trying to think of something "normal" to say.
"Well, when I'm not working on something, I guess I hang out with my friends... and, uh, travel sometimes. You know, just regular stuff."
Noelle tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes in playful suspicion.
"Traveling, huh? I bet that's not so 'regular' either, is it?"
Morty grinned.
"Depends on what you mean by regular."
They both laughed, and Morty could feel the tension easing.
"What about you?" Morty asked, eager to shift the focus to Noelle. She leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.
"Well, you know," she began, her tone a bit more personal,
"it's not just work that keeps me on my toes. I've got four daughters at home, and they're all... well, they keep me busy in very different ways."
Morty raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. He recalled in the game her daughter's were Kira, Jane and Sarah with MC being the only male but somehow he's a she in this universe.
"Four daughters? Wow, that's impressive. Tell me about them."
Noelle smiled softly, clearly fond of her girls.
"My eldest, Kira, she's a lot like me—strict, disciplined, always in control. She's the one who makes sure everything runs smoothly when I'm not around. I guess you could say she's my right hand."
She paused before continuing,
"Then there's the twins—Jane and Jade. They're total opposites. Jade is the calm one, very level-headed and thoughtful. Jane, on the other hand... she's a firecracker. Always full of energy, headstrong, and not afraid to challenge anyone, including me."
Morty chuckled, picturing the dynamic.
"Sounds like they balance each other out."
"They really do," Noelle agreed.
"And then there's my youngest, Sarah. She's the social butterfly. Makes friends wherever she goes, always so easy to get along with. Sometimes I envy how naturally she connects with people."
Noelle sighed, her expression shifting slightly as she continued.
"But, you know, as much as I love them, it's not easy. Between work, managing the house, and making sure they all get the attention they need... it can be a lot. Sometimes I feel like I'm stretched too thin, and it gets stressful. But, wow, I don't know why I'm telling you all this." She laughed awkwardly, shaking her head.
"Sorry for venting."
Morty smiled warmly, leaning forward.
"Hey, it's okay. Sometimes, it helps to talk about these things. And you know, managing all of that, you're doing a great job. But remember, it's okay to take time for yourself too. You can't pour from an empty cup."
Noelle blinked in surprise at the unexpected advice.
"Wow, Morty. That's... surprisingly insightful." Morty chuckled softly.
"What can I say? I'm a genius."
Noelle laughed, shaking her head in mock disbelief.
"Right, of course. How could I forget?"
They both shared a laugh, the moment lightening the mood. Morty was glad he could offer Noelle a bit of perspective, even if it was just a small gesture. It felt good to connect on a deeper level beyond business and technology, sharing personal insights and a genuine conversation.
As they continued their dinner, the atmosphere between them remained warm and comfortable. Morty found himself genuinely enjoying Noelle's company, and he could sense that she felt the same.
The evening's conversation flowed as easily as the wine, and as the last morsels of their exquisite meal were consumed, Noelle's laugh grew louder, her cheeks flushing with the warmth of alcohol. She placed a hand on the table, steadying herself slightly, and looked at Morty with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"You know what, Morty?" she slurred playfully, her voice a sweet symphony of seduction.
"I'm not really in the mood to go home yet. What do you say we... find somewhere else to keep the night going?"
Morty raised an eyebrow, a coy smile playing on his lips. He knew exactly what she was hinting at, and his heart skipped a beat at the thought of the night's potential turn of events. He was torn between his newfound respect for Noelle and the carnality that had been simmering between them since their first encounter.
"I was just thinking," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate through the air,
"Maybe we could go to a hotel. I've got a taste for adventure tonight, and I think you're the perfect man to... satisfy it."
Her hand slid closer to his, the heat from her skin sending a jolt of desire through his body. The way she bit her lower lip made it clear that she wasn't just talking about conversation or more business deals.
Morty's gaze fell to her cleavage, the fabric of her dress clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination. His mind raced with thoughts of what could happen in the confines of a hotel room, and he found himself nodding in agreement before the words could even fully form.
"Alright, Noelle," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.
"Let's go make some memories."
Their hands touched as they stood, and the electricity that arced between them was palpable. The tension had shifted from friendly banter to something much more primal and exciting.
They left the restaurant, the cool night air sobering them just enough to make the decision feel slightly less reckless. As they climbed into the car, the scent of Noelle's perfume mingled with the leather seats, creating a heady cocktail that made it impossible for Morty to focus on anything but the woman beside him.
The drive to the hotel was a blur of neon lights and pounding heartbeats, and as they pulled up to the swanky establishment.
He parked the car and turned to Noelle, her eyes half-lidded and inviting. Without a word, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingertips grazing her cheek. Her skin was like silk, and the touch sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky with need.
Noelle's only response was to lean in and press her lips to his, her tongue slipping into his mouth with a hunger that left no room for doubt. The kiss was deep, her mouth tasting faintly of wine and something uniquely Noelle.
Morty groaned, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her closer.
As the kiss deepened, Morty's hand roamed over Noelle's curves, tracing the outline of her breasts beneath her dress. She responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. The scent of her arousal filled the car, the air heavy with sexual tension.
Without breaking the kiss, Morty scooped Noelle up into his arms and carried her to his room, kicking the door shut behind them. In one swift motion, he laid her down on the bed, crawling over her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Noelle..." he growled, his voice rough with desire.
"I'm going to devour every inch of you tonight."
She whimpered needily, arching beneath him as he began undoing the buttons of her dress. The garment slid off her shoulders, revealing the creamy expanse of her neck.
Morty's teeth grazed her pulse point, drawing a gasp from Noelle's lips. His hands roamed her body, mapping out the curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. She writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he explored her skin.
Lowering his head, he captured one of her nipples between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. Noelle cried out, her back arching off the bed as jolts of pleasure shot through her body. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breasts.
"Mmm, you taste divine," Morty purred against her skin, his breath hot on her flesh. He kissed a path down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. Noelle trembled, her thighs parting instinctively as he settled between them.
The heat of his breath ghosted over Noelle's most intimate area, her body tensing as anticipation built in her core.
"Oh god," she whimpered, her fingers tightening their grip in his hair as she held him close.
With a low growl, Morty inhaled her scent deeply before dragging the flat of his tongue over her folds. Noelle nearly came off the bed at the contact, a keening moan falling from her lips as his tongue delved between them.
"Fuck," he rasped, savoring the taste of her arousal.
Spurred on by his reactions, Noelle rocked her hips up to meet his tongue as he licked and suckled at her clit. Sparks of pleasure shot through her body, building higher and higher with each stroke.
The hotel room echoed with Noelle's moans, punctuated by Morty's growls of appreciation. His tongue lapped at her dripping core, curling around her clit in maddening strokes as he savored every drop of her essence. She writhed against the bed, her fingers curling in the sheets, desperately trying to find purchase in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"So fucking good," she whimpered, her body tensing as she hurtled towards the peak once again. With a final, firm thrust of his tongue, he sent her hurtling over the edge. Noelle shattered, a guttural scream of ecstasy tearing from her throat as her climax washed through her like a tidal wave.
Through it all, Morty continued his ministrations, not relenting until she was trembling and boneless in his grasp. Only then did he stand, stripping off his own clothes before descending back upon her supine form.
Morty positioned himself between Noelle's thighs, his thick length pressing urgently against her slick entrance.
"You ready for this, Noelle?" he purred, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes, god yes, give it to me!" she practically sobbed, too far gone to be embarrassed.
"I need your cock stretching me open!"
With a deep, possessive grunt, Morty slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in Noelle's tight heat. A loud, shameless moan ripped from her lips as she was filled to the brim, her walls clenching greedily around his invading member.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into her mercilessly with abandon. Noelle threw her head back, screaming in ecstasy as she was battered by his thick shaft over and over, her cries of rapture echoing through the room.
"Morty, please, don't stop!" Noelle wailed, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as she was roughly taken.
"I need it harder!"
With a feral snarl, he obliged, slamming into her harder than ever, the force rocking the bed. The headboard slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust, Noelle's screams growing louder and more desperate.
"Yes, fuck, break me with your huge cock!" she begged shamelessly, lost to the all-consuming pleasure.
He grabbed her ankles, pushing them up towards her shoulders, spreading her wide and allowing him to drill even deeper into her sodden cunt. Noelle howled in bliss as she was impaled, the new angle hitting all the right spots. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as she tried to ground herself against the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly ravaged.
"You're mine, Noelle." Morty rasped possessively, his hands gripping Noelle's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pistoned into her mercilessly.
"Say it! Say you're mine!" he commanded, slamming her down onto his thick rod.
"I'm yours, all yours! Just a pretty little cum dumpster for your cock to fill!" Noelle babbled drunkenly, surrendering to the dark domination flooding her veins.
"Mmm yes, moan like a bitch in heat. Gonna fuck you until my cum drips from this slutty hole and your mind shatters. Gonna turn you into a broken little fuck toy!" The degradation only made Noelle writhe wildly on Morty's lap, too fucked-out and brainbroken to care that she'd degrade herself further. His every degrading word cut directly to the deepest part of her being.
In moments, she'd reduced into a puddle of whorish ecstasy underneath the dominant stud. Each pounding thrust felt better than the last.
Noelle screamed in agonized bliss as Morty's thick cock pounded her into oblivion, her mind fracturing from the relentless pleasure.
"Please, I need more! Fuck me harder!" she begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about her dignity.
As he ruthlessly hammered into her, Noelle's rambling pleas spilled from her lips, each filthy word stoking the flames of her desire.
"I'm nothing without this fat cock wrecking my holes. Ruin me, break me, make me your pathetic little fucktoy!"
Morty growled in approval, gripping her hips tighter as he pistoned into her sopping wet cunt.
"That's right, you're just a set of holes for me to use. I'll ruin you for any other man. You'll be forever addicted to my cock!"
Noelle thrashed wildly beneath him, her screams of ecstasy echoing off the walls.
"Yes, god yes! Pound me into submission! Fuck my brains out!"
Morty snarled, slamming into Noelle's spasming pussy with animalistic fervor.
"Gonna pound this tight cunt 'til you're drooling and cross-eyed, addicted to my cock. Beg for it, whore!"
"Yes, please, I need it!" Noelle wailed deliriously, tossing her head from side to side.
"Ruin my holes, make me your broken fucktoy! Pump me full of cum until it's leaking from my used holes!"
She writhed and bucked beneath him, the coil of impending orgasm tightening rapidly in her core. Morty's thick rod pistoning in and out of her slick channel, stirring up her innermost depths.
"Ah! Ah! I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, please don't ever stop!" Noelle shrieked, teetering on the razor's edge.
"Oh god, Morty, I can't believe I've lived this long without your cock!" Noelle screamed, her body writhing and arching as his thick length plunged into her again and again.
"They need this, too, my daughters—they need you to fill them, to show them what a real man is!" Her voice was a desperate plea, her eyes glazed with the intense pleasure that was consuming her. She couldn't imagine her daughters growing up without experiencing the mind-blowing ecstasy that Morty's cock brought to her.
Morty's pace grew frenzied, the thought of her daughters eagerly awaiting his seed fueling his desire.
"Your daughters will worship my cock, Noelle," he grunted, driving into her with even more force.
"They'll beg for it just like their mother. I'll make sure they know who's in charge, who's the real man in this family."
The mere mention of his cock inside her daughters sent Noelle spiraling over the edge once more. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vise, her orgasm rippling through her body in waves of pure bliss.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she shuddered uncontrollably.
Morty felt his own climax building, the image of her daughters begging for his cum pushing him to the brink.
"You're going to be my personal cumdumpster," he groaned,
"And when I'm done with you, I'll take your daughters. They're going to love it just as much as you do."
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go, holding her hips down as he shot his hot load into her. Noelle's body spasmed around him, milking every last drop as she whispered her agreement. Morty didn't breed her and knew she wasn't yet ready.
"Yes, please, I want them to know what it's like to be filled by you, to be claimed by you..."