The dark sea lapped far below, black and endless. The tree creaked in its sleep, waves striking the trunk in slow, patient thuds.
High on their branch, the night was blacker than any abyss Sunny had ever fallen into. He woke hard achingly, monstrously hard, the kind of erection that bent upward against his stomach and refused to soften even when he tried to will it away. Bloodweave thrummed under his skin like a second heartbeat, hotter, richer, intoxicating. Every pulse in his veins carried the scent of crushed pomegranate and molten iron, so thick he could almost taste it on the air.
The blood weave had inherently changed Sunny improving his body drastically, and more importantly his sperm production (aprox. 1Litre) had significantly increased, it was as if the weave itself wanted to copulate.
He needed to piss. Badly. The pressure in his bladder warred with the pressure in his cock, and both felt enormous.
Careful not to wake Nephis, he slipped from beneath her arm and padded barefoot to the very tip of the branch. The [Puppeteer's shroud] he wore had no convenient slit, so he shoved the whole front down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, heavier than he remembered, flushed dark and veined, the head already slick. The moment cool air kissed the slit, a thick bead of precum welled up and rolled down the underside, slow as honey.
He exhaled, relaxed, and let go.
A strong, golden stream arced out into the dark sea.
That was when Nephis struck.
Arms like steel bands snapped around his waist from behind. Her breasts, barely contained by the damp seaweed strips crushed against his back, nipples hard as bullets through the thin fronds. One pale hand slid down his abdomen and closed around his cock mid-stream, fingers overlapping because he was simply too thick now for her grip to circle completely.
"You dare use your cock without my permission?"
Her voice was like a cold winter night. Detached. Indifferent. Terrifying.
The stream faltered, then cut off entirely as every drop of blood in his body surged south. Sunny's hips jerked involuntarily; the last spurt splashed across her knuckles.
He laughed, low and ragged. "It's attached to me, princess. Pretty sure I get a say."
Nephis's grip tightened, not painful yet, just threatening. "Everything between your legs belongs to me until I decide otherwise."
Sunny twisted his head, catching her silver gaze in the starless dark. "Funny. Last I checked, you were the one begging me to—"
Her free hand clamped over his mouth, nails digging into his cheek. "I do not beg."
He licked her palm, slow and deliberate, tasting salt and smoke. "Sure, sounded like it when you came so hard you forgot your own name."
A dangerous pause. Then her fingers around his cock twisted, wringing the shaft in a slow, vicious spiral that made his knees buckle. A helpless groan tore out of him.
"Still talking," she observed coldly. "I must not be convincing enough."
Sunny grinned into her palm, eyes glittering. "You're losing the argument, Neph. Getting scared?"
That did it.
Her hand left his mouth only to seize his left nipple and pinch (hard). The pain flared bright and electric, shooting straight to his balls. At the same time she stroked him once, root to crown, thumb smearing the fat bead of precum over the head until it gleamed.
"On your back," she ordered. "Now."
He resisted on principle, muscles locking, just to feel her force him. Nephis solved the problem by hooking a leg behind his knee and shoving it in her slick wet cunt. He went down hard, cock slapping against his stomach with an audible wet sound. Before he could scramble up she was on him, knees pinning his thighs, seaweed bikini riding high enough to bare the slick lips of her cunt.
She took him in one brutal downward thrust.
Sunny's spine bowed off the bark. She was scalding, impossibly tight, and with Bloodweave singing in his veins he felt every ripple, every flutter of her walls like molten silk dragging over steel. His cock felt bigger inside her than it ever had, stretching her until her breath hitched despite her iron control.
Nephis didn't give him time to adjust. She rode him like punishment hips snapping down, grinding, lifting until only the head remained inside, then slamming home again. Each impact forced a guttural sound from his throat. Her palms braced on his chest, nails carving ten perfect crescents.
"Still want to talk?" she asked, voice frost and fire.
Sunny bared his teeth in a feral grin. "Only to tell you you're dripping down my balls, princess. Who's winning now?"
She answered by reaching behind and twisting his balls in-a-not-gentle-way. Pleasure-pain detonated behind his eyes. At the same time, she clenched hard inside, inner muscles rippling in a wave that dragged a broken moan out of him.
He surged up, trying to flip her. Nephis slammed him back down with terrifying strength, one hand fisted in his hair, the other wrenching his cock free only to slap it. wet, heavy, obscene. against her clit before sinking down again.
The moment she sank down, Sunny's entire world narrowed to the scalding, velvet grip of her cunt swallowing him whole. Bloodweave had turned his cock into something obscene thick, heavy, ridged with new veins that throbbed in time with his pulse, and Nephis felt every single inch of it stretching her open. Her slick walls fluttered, tried to resist, then gave way with a wet, filthy sound as she took him to the root in one merciless drop.
"Fuck—" The curse tore out of Sunny's throat, raw and broken.
Nephis didn't pause. She planted both palms on his chest, nails carving red crescents, and began to ride him like she was trying to break him in half.
Up slow, deliberate, until only the swollen crown remained inside, her cunt lips clinging to the ridge like they never wanted to let go. Then down hard, punishing, her ass slapping against his thighs with a wet crack that echoed into the dark. Each impact forced a fresh gush of their mixed fluids to squelch out around his shaft, dripping hot down his balls and pooling beneath them.
Her pussy was molten. Every time she lifted, her inner walls dragged along his length like a fist lined with silk, sucking at him greedily. Every time she slammed back down, the head of his cock punched against her cervix and her cunt clenched so hard his vision sparked white.
"Look at you," she said, voice cold steel wrapped in smoke. "Already leaking like a broken faucet."
Sunny's hips jerked helplessly. "Your cunt's doing the leaking, princess. Feel that?" He thrust up to meet her next drop, grinding deep. "That's you creaming all over my dick."
Nephis answered by rolling her hips in a slow, vicious circle that smeared her slick from his base to his navel. Her heavy tits barely caged by the seaweed strips bounced with every brutal ride, nipples stiff and flushed dark rose, begging for teeth. Sunny lunged up to catch one. Nephis shoved him back down by the throat and pinched the neglected nipple herself, twisting until he snarled.
Her cunt spasmed around him at the sight of his reaction.
"Greedy little cockroach," she hissed, and sped up.
The rhythm turned savage. She rode him like she hated him hips snapping, ass rippling with every impact, pussy slurping obscenely around his girth. Her silver hair whipped across her face, strands sticking to sweat-slick skin. The seaweed top had finally surrendered; one breast spilled free, full and perfect, swaying heavy with each thrust.
Sunny was losing his mind.
Bloodweave made everything too sharp: the way her cunt fluttered every time he bottomed out, the way her clit swollen and shiny dragged along the base of his cock on every grind, the way her tits bounced like they were made to be fucked. He could smell himself on the air rich, heady, addictive, and he knew she could too, because her pupils were blown wide, silver reduced to thin rings around black.
He reached for her hips. She slapped his hands away and seized his wrists, pinning them beside his head while she fucked herself on him harder, faster, chasing her own pleasure with single-minded ferocity.
"Stay," she snarled, and her cunt clamped down so hard he saw stars.
Sunny's back arched clear off the bark. "Neph—fuck—your pussy's trying to milk me dry—"
"Then give it what it wants."
She released his wrists only to fist both hands in his hair and yank his face into her tits. Sunny latched onto one nipple like a starving man, sucking hard, teeth scraping. Nephis moaned the first real crack in her icy control, and her rhythm stuttered. Her cunt rippled, clenched, and then she was coming, grinding down so hard her clit mashed against his pelvis, juices flooding out in a fresh, obscene rush that soaked them both.
Sunny followed her over the edge with a guttural roar he barely remembered to muffle against her breast. Bloodweave turned his orgasm into a flood thick, endless ropes pumping into her spasming cunt until it overflowed in creamy pulses, running down his shaft, over his balls, dripping off the branch into the dark sea far below.
Nephis didn't stop.
She rode him straight through it, forcing his oversensitive cock to stay buried in the molten mess, hips rolling slow and cruel now, drawing out every aftershock until Sunny was shaking, cock jerking with dry spasms inside her.
Only when he was a wrecked, whimpering mess did she finally slow, leaning down until her lips brushed his ear.
"Good boy," she whispered, voice soft as a blade sliding home. "Next time you come that much inside me without permission, I'll make you lick every drop out of my cunt before I let you breathe."
Sunny's spent cock gave one last valiant twitch inside her.
But the punishment had yet to cease.
Round and round they went words, teeth, nails, the slick slap of flesh. Every time he scored a verbal hit she retaliated twice as hard: pinching his nipples until they throbbed crimson, raking nails down his flushed chest, riding him until his vision blurred and his cock felt like it might actually burst from the pressure.
Bloodweave turned stamina into something monstrous. He came the first time with a choked snarl, hips bucking wildly, flooding her in thick, endless ropes so much it overflowed immediately, running hot down his shaft and over his balls in creamy pulses. Nephis never slowed. She ground through his orgasm, forcing him to stay hard inside the mess, using his own spend as warm lube.
The second climax built faster, heavier. His balls drew up tight, aching with the sheer volume brewing inside. Nephis felt it; her eyes narrowed to silver slits.
"Inside," she commanded, voice cracking for the first time. "All of it."
Sunny laughed breathlessly. "Say please."
She slammed down one final time and clenched so hard his world whited out.
He erupted like a broken dam, spurt after thick spurt, more than any human body should hold, painting her insides white, filling her until it leaked in steady streams with every roll of her hips. Nephis's head fell back, throat exposed, a low, triumphant sound escaping her as she claimed every drop.
When it finally ended they stayed locked together, trembling, her forehead pressed to his, both of them breathing like they'd fought a Fallen Nightmare creature instead of each other.
Nephis was the first to speak, voice soft now, almost wondering.
"You really are impossible," she murmured against his lips.
Sunny's answering grin was pure cockroach. "And you love it."
She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, then licked the wound clean.
"Next time you wake me to piss without permission," she whispered, "I tie you spread-eagled to the branch and edge you until sunrise."
Sunny's spent cock twitched inside her, already trying to rise again.
"Really?"