Blake, the Ear-Fucked

Blake sat alone in the library, her dainty head resting on her hand as she read her book late at night. She would often come to the library and simply sit far in the back where she wouldn’t be disturbed and devour book after book. She liked the isolation, as it let her delve into these fictional worlds with much greater immersion, though lately she had been overly distracted, to the point that she lost track of time and was regularly kicked out of the library before the library closed.

She yawned and stretched her free arm as a lock of her short teal hair fell across her cheek, and she blew it aside to return to her story. She tapped her fingers idly on the table rhythmically, unaware that doing so was masking the footsteps which approached her.

The large figure behind her misstepped in front of a desk lamp, allowing their shadow to darken the pages of Blake’s book. Startled, but still processing the change in lighting, Blake began to turn her head towards the source of the shadow.

The figure swiftly reached out, grasping the far side of Blake’s head with their left hand, and Blake heard the rustle of fabric as they takes their bottom-wear down with their right. The grip was strong, keeping her facing perpendicular to her assailer, but the desk lamp revealed with shadow the massive cock which sprang free of the figure’s clothing.

Before Blake could even gasp, the figure yanked her small head harshly towards themselves, ramming their cock straight into Blake’s elastic ear. Blake’s eyes widened and rolled back, her mind flashing with fragmented visions of being fucked through and through while her brain wrapped around the intruding dick. Precum began to soak through the folds of her mind, worming it’s way with each body-spasming thrust through her nose, filling her mouth, and leaking from her eyes.

Blake didn’t have a chance to cry out before her mind was overwhelmed by thoughts of sex and dick. She had been so effectively surprised that she was still sitting almost casually in her nook, with the only behavioral signs of unrest being her precum-drooling face and the way her limbs jolted involuntarily every time her brain was mashed by the massive meat slab pounding into her head.