Victoria Dallon

He was insatiable, but she obliged him because she loved him and sex.

Vicky stared down at Alan while she bounced up and down on his dick. She gasped in exertion and pleasure while she kept her hands on Alan's chest to keep herself stable. Her sweat flew away each time her ass slapped down onto his lap, and she couldn't help but grin lustily, something she tried before but never quite got it down until she made love to Alan.

"You are so sexy, Vicky," he growled possessively under her. His hands gripped either side of her lower waist, seemingly cupping both the upper region of her ass and her waist at the same time.

"Don't … say that … when I'm … doing this!" she grunted out before each of her bounces.

Alan just grinned and slid his hand up from her hips to her side and then to her boob. He groped her. "What if I say I like how big your girls are?" he asked.

Her blush shouldn't be getting hotter and brighter, damn it!

"Ass... hole!" she hissed as she picked up her pace.

"Oh yes~" Alan moaned under her, and she grinned victoriously.

She slammed down on him again and again, constantly lubricating his thick and long prick with her juices. She pushed herself down on top of him as she continued to rock her hips. Her breath hitched when his dick grew bigger inside of her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lips as she concentrated on hastily pumping herself.

"Cumming…!" she moaned before finally slapping down and shuddering as she climaxed.

Alan gripped her hips and rocked himself a bit before he too slammed up to her and filled her up with his hot semen.

She shuddered as she felt his semen squirt into her, filling her up in hot, sticky semen. Unable to hold herself up and just wanting to let herself drown in ecstasy, Vicky let herself drop onto his chest, and she moaned in the high.

"Love you," she mumbled out as she drifted in and out of her slowly ebbing climactic high.

Alan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling their bed sheet over them as he did so. "Love you, too."

He really liked to laugh. She liked that about him a lot. Back at home, she was always the loud one and the smiling one because … no one else would. Amy would smile and laugh but it was a dark humor that always caught her fancy. Mom didn't laugh much. Dad … he wasn't capable of laughing right now most of the time.

When she was with Alan, she felt free. She didn't have to laugh just to be the one to keep the house from sinking into its depression. She didn't have to be upbeat just for the sake of being upbeat because she was tired of being surrounding by dreary people.

'I mean, I love them all,' she thought about her family as she enjoyed being on top of Alan and with him inside of her. 'But it's too much.'

She smiled softly as she felt his chest rise up as he breathed in and fall as he breathed out.

"What has you upset today?" he asked as he caressed her hair.

"Nothing," she replied instantly.

"Come on, Vicky," he said, a little exasperation in his tone. "Give me more credit than that."

"... Fine. I had a fight with Amy."

It was part of the reason why she came to their shop right after school and jumped Alan, cashing in on his promise of allowing her to be the one in control. She had really needed it.

"Why?" he asked. "Was it serious?"

"Kind of. She doesn't like you."

When she found out that Amy really didn't like Alan… it hurt a little. She couldn't explain it fully but it hurt.

"I'm not exactly a hero, maybe that's why?" he queried. She looked up at him and frowned when she saw that face. "What?"

"You have that face."

"What face?

"That face. You have it right now."

"... What is that face?"

"The 'I know something you don't' face."

He snorted. "I have a face like that?"

"Your smile's a little too vicious when you have that face."

He snorted, wiping that smirk off his face. Good. She had to keep him grounded, because he was too wild otherwise. She blinked when he suddenly grinned maliciously. Before she could ask what was so funny, he moved.

She screamed in surprise when he flipped her around, pinning her face to the bed. Her hair spread disarrayed, and she gasped when she felt Alan slipping into her folds again. "W-wait, I'm still too rAWWWW!" she screamed towards the end when he slammed deep into her, stretching her already worn vagina even more than before. "O-Oh, oh-o-oh!" she moaned as he began to pound into her from behind.

She screamed in ecstasy when he slapped both of her ass cheeks.

Not too long after that, she lost her ability to moan properly and found herself gasping and whimpering after climaxing again.

Her mind broke from experiencing orgasm on top of having her vagina ravaged. She moaned and moaned, unable to form words or even thoughts, panting like an animal as Alan pounded into her.

Then he gripped her hair and pulled her back. She whimpered in pain but it also felt good. She should have thought about how bad this should be for her hair or how weird this was, but all she felt was the ecstasy of her third orgasm.

Vicky heard her own embarassing panting and animalistic moans as Alan brought her up, holding her close and kissing her neck. His lips broke from her neck and climbed up to her ears.

"Who's going to get pregnant with my baby, Vicky?" he whispered huskily. "Who's going to enjoy being pregnant? Who's going to be a sexy momma?" he cooed into her ear.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream of orgasmic pleasure as she climaxed for the fourth time. Her entire body twitched repeatedly before falling limp in his arms. She absentmindedly felt their cum dribbling down her inner thigh, but most of her mind was on just how … mindnumbingly awesome that sex was.

"Y-You're not supposed t-to be putting a b-baby in m-me…" she stuttered out, almost like a whisper. "C-can't anyway…" But the thought of being pregnant filled her with … just a fluffy happiness. God, she had to get Amy to get her ovaries to start working again…

"I still want to," he growled while continuing to hug her and keeping his dick inside of her. It was still hard. How was he still hard? "You're mine, and I want everyone to see it."

Her blushing face felt hotter. "We're… not married … yet, dummy," she gasped out.

Suddenly, he leaned backward and he let go of her once she was leaning on his body for support. Then his arms slid around his back and pulled out … a pink potion? With his nail, he popped the cork off and placed the mouth of the glass potion to her lips. Trusting that he wasn't feeding her anything weird, she opened her mouth, and he tilted the content in.

She gulped the potion's content down in one go. 'Cherry,' she thought of the taste. "What was that?"

"Stamina potion with a little bit of surprise~," he whispered expectantly while he tossed the glass bottle to the side and slid his arms underneath her thigh, pulling her legs apart to expose her defenseless vagina. Feeling unsteady, she pulled her arms up - definitely feeling the effects of that stamina potion - over her head and then around his neck.

No sooner than when he finished his words, something began to happen. Vicky shivered as she felt everything about the world start to intensify before-.

"ALAN!" she orgasmed abruptly before mewling and gasping in shock and renewed post-orgasmic high. "W-What was t-that?" she slurred out.

"The little surprise," he spoke from behind her cheekily. "It's a sense intensification potion. Useful for some of the things I do, but in this case, feeling how ridiculously good sex can feel."

He pulled his dick out a little while his arms bent up, pulling her legs apart even further.

She climaxed again just from that little movement. Vicky gasped as her vision filled up with white spots from how stunning it was.

"A-Alan," she whimpered out in ecstasy and even a little bit of fear.

"I got you, Vicky. Just … enjoy this."

They rutted away the night, and Vicky felt like nothing would be the same after that.

-VB-

When she woke up the next day, she found herself clean on a clean bed. She wondered how she got here, and then her face lit up in red as she remembered the … senselessly pleasurable night.

"Hey, love." Her head whipped to the left, where Alan laid on his side with an arm and a hand out keeping his head up.

Instinctively, she lashed out with a fist and decked him right in the face.

"Y-Y-You-!" she stammered while watching him fly off and hit the other side of their bedroom with a thunk. Words failed her after that.

He got up as if he hadn't just been punched by her at full power. "Ah hahaha…!" he laughed it off casually. The red fist mark right over his nose and cheeks, however, made her feel better. "I thought you enjoyed it!"

She shook her fist at him while pulling up the sheets to cover herself. He ignored her threat and crawled onto the bed, pushing his face forward and catching her lips in a kiss.

Her body went limp against her command.

He broke the kiss not too longer after.

"Morning, sweetheart," he said.

"Morning," she replied grouchily. "What day is it today?"

"Monday."

She froze before shakily turning to Alan. "W-What time?"

"I called ahead. We did fall asleep at 6 am, after all."

She paled.

"Mother-in-law was not amused, especially about how you were screaming about wanting my ba-."

"ALAN!"

He laughed even as she felt pillows at him.