I just want to see a female character take advantage of a male character somehow, whether it be through drugs, help, or purely being stronger/the better fighter.
China did not lose his virginity to Mongolia. That is one thing he reminds himself when he thinks back on olden days; there is at least that faint memory of an awkward but sweet first time. It was with a human girl, as he recalled, and he isn’t sure what became of her.
He can’t remember his first time as clearly after Mongolia.
She’d held him down, her long, brawny limbs more than a match for his skinny body; he’d always been slight, and Mongolia was anything but. She’d sneered at his shocked face, smelling of horses and outdoors, like the layer of grime was her second skin.
He’d screamed when she went for the clasps of his clothes, and she’d backhanded him across the face, snarling out that he had better be quiet, or else she would take his dick with her when she left.
The tears had burned in his eyes as he tried to swallow them, as his body was exposed to the cool air. He had always preferred modesty to nakedness, but he’d never felt quite so naked as when he lay beneath the stare of Mongolia’s dark eyes, which raked over his body.
She laid a hand on his stomach, almost as if to test if the skin was as soft as it looked, before she dug her nails in and clawed the smooth skin. He didn’t dare cry out, even though the marks burned with pain.
Then she moved on, undoing her clothes and eyeing his dick. It was as though she was trying to figure it out, how it worked and how to use it. When she first tried to envelope him, it didn’t work. He wasn’t hard.
She hissed at him, but seemed to remember something and roughly rubbed at him. It hurt at the same time it stimulated, and painfully he ended up hard, much to his humiliation. China’s cheeks burned, and he tried to look away at least. He started to ask her to leave him alone, that this wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but she already started to impale herself on him.
Mongolia had gotten into a rough motion, riding him with him on the bottom like he was the woman. She clenched her teeth and blew air out of her nose, making small noises in the back of her throat.
China was aroused, but yet feeling a horror in the pit of his stomach. He watched her silently, afraid to say anything lest he provoke her. It almost hurt, the feeling of her riding him; it was uncomfortable, too much at once, and he shut his eyes.
She kept going until she let out a shuddering sigh, and then she drew off of him. She seemed satisfied with herself, despite the fact he hadn’t even come; she probably didn’t care about that. He was already going back down to half-hard, feeling like he’d been coated with the same grime that covered her.
She drew up suddenly, tucking her clothes back in. She sneered at him again, as though he were some dirty prostitute she had just used. He started to get up, but she kicked him in between the legs, which made him see white with pain and cry out.
I like the rarepair! Very interesting take on them. I like that China seems somewhat detached too, and how Mongolia treats him like some object to be used. Thanks for the fill!
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Female any->Male any - Female on male noncon
(Anonymous) 2013-12-07 05:59 am (UTC)(link)It can be genderbended if preferred by A!anon.
Re: Female any->Male any - Female on male noncon
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Horse Girl 1/1
(Anonymous) 2013-12-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)He can’t remember his first time as clearly after Mongolia.
She’d held him down, her long, brawny limbs more than a match for his skinny body; he’d always been slight, and Mongolia was anything but. She’d sneered at his shocked face, smelling of horses and outdoors, like the layer of grime was her second skin.
He’d screamed when she went for the clasps of his clothes, and she’d backhanded him across the face, snarling out that he had better be quiet, or else she would take his dick with her when she left.
The tears had burned in his eyes as he tried to swallow them, as his body was exposed to the cool air. He had always preferred modesty to nakedness, but he’d never felt quite so naked as when he lay beneath the stare of Mongolia’s dark eyes, which raked over his body.
She laid a hand on his stomach, almost as if to test if the skin was as soft as it looked, before she dug her nails in and clawed the smooth skin. He didn’t dare cry out, even though the marks burned with pain.
Then she moved on, undoing her clothes and eyeing his dick. It was as though she was trying to figure it out, how it worked and how to use it. When she first tried to envelope him, it didn’t work. He wasn’t hard.
She hissed at him, but seemed to remember something and roughly rubbed at him. It hurt at the same time it stimulated, and painfully he ended up hard, much to his humiliation. China’s cheeks burned, and he tried to look away at least. He started to ask her to leave him alone, that this wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but she already started to impale herself on him.
Mongolia had gotten into a rough motion, riding him with him on the bottom like he was the woman. She clenched her teeth and blew air out of her nose, making small noises in the back of her throat.
China was aroused, but yet feeling a horror in the pit of his stomach. He watched her silently, afraid to say anything lest he provoke her. It almost hurt, the feeling of her riding him; it was uncomfortable, too much at once, and he shut his eyes.
She kept going until she let out a shuddering sigh, and then she drew off of him. She seemed satisfied with herself, despite the fact he hadn’t even come; she probably didn’t care about that. He was already going back down to half-hard, feeling like he’d been coated with the same grime that covered her.
She drew up suddenly, tucking her clothes back in. She sneered at him again, as though he were some dirty prostitute she had just used. He started to get up, but she kicked him in between the legs, which made him see white with pain and cry out.
By the time he came back around, she was gone.
China has never had sex since then.
Re: Horse Girl 1/1
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