"Oh, shit!" Akira's sharp demon teeth sank into your shoulder as he fucked you against the door of your bedroom. The pain was so intense, that the pleasure almost didn't run through your body. But it did. It definitely did.

Akira roared in pleasure as he felt his throbbing, deprived manhood be squeezed by your receptive body.

It had only been a second between when Akira closed the door behind him to when both your and his clothes were torn to shreds and he was inside of you.

This was only the second time he had experienced such Nirvana that was sex with you, and he definitely wasn't able to control himself enough to actually speak coherently.

"Aki!~ AKI~!" Your hands and legs had erupted in thorny vines, which you used to impale yourself onto Akira as he violently pumped into you. It was the only thing keeping you from being thrusted into the ceiling.

But to him, the thorns added an extra sensation that caused his vision to swim and his body drifted to another place to accept the pleasure he was receiving. He had never been strong enough to try this position with you before. He had also not been adventurous enough for it. Now he was both.

He only needed one hand to support you against the door, the other was free to do what it wanted. And right now, it was drifting towards your face. Taking what you thought was the queue, you turned your head and took his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking on them.

This was completely unexpected for Akira and ended up being exactly what would push him over the edge. As he exploded into you, your own pleasure came like a tsunami.

But that wasn't where it ended. As Akira sunk to his knees still twitching inside you, you pushed him onto his back and mounted him on the floor, roses blooming from the thorny vines that had covered your body. Slowly, but with strength, you thrust your own body down on Akira.

"I... I don't know if I have anymore left..." Akira panted out a he closed his eye and arched his back in pleasure.

"But you told me all night long, Aki~" You grazed your thorny hands down his chest, as you continued riding him, vision swimming.

Akira moaned and his hands made their way to your thighs.

"Then I guess I'll just have to make some more for you." He looked at you, smirking and winked.

You kept your pace slow, giving him just a bit of time for recovery. Not just for him, however. You also needed a bit of rest and recovery. And everything was getting pretty messy as well. You took in the moment and Akira's face with a smile.

Amon is mine. Not Ryo's. Not Miki's. Only I get to do this. My Akira. You thought possessively.

"Tell me that I'm the only one for you." You lifted your body so that only the Akira's tip was still within you. Holding Akira down, you waited for his response.

"Mmm..." Akira tried to thrust up into you, but you kept your distance. He didn't really want to say it, but right now it was quite a pervasive thought.

"Say it." You looked into his tortured eyes.

"Only you. You're the only one for me." His body shook in anticipation.

Smiling, you finally obliged him as you smirked. I like the sound of that.