Sloppy drunk sex (w/ condom)

The bartender slides you a key with a tag attached to it. “Try not to disturb your neighbors too much, would you?”

Your drunken slur of words is noticeable, even to your ears. “No promises, sir.” You mumble, your voice a testament to your **** state.

Scarlet wasn’t unattractive in the slightest. Like most contractors, she took good care of herself. You’ve seen her smoking, drinking, and even under the influence of some narcotics, but without those hiccups, she was firm, tall, and fit. Now that you could enjoy her under the right circumstances, you found a few more imperfections in her profession. Indents from wounds faded cuts,

She’s beneath you with her knees on either side. Her eyes are going over yours, too. A hint of curiousness goes eye-to-eye. Questions drop from her bottom lip as she sucks gently back on it. You feel her fingertips tap your sides. When your eyes meet, she smiles, however. “My preference in men is experienced,” she coos.

You give her a sloppy smile and squeeze her sides. “I’ve been a contractor for many years.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she laughs. “That’s not what I meant, you idiot.”

The only thought that goes into your mind that isn’t fueled by lust is what she could have meant. When your eyes fixate on her breasts, however, the thought vanishes. All you can think about is Scarlet’s body, not her words.

“Fuck,” your murmur. “Where’s your tail?”

“Wrong girl,” her lips curl with an indecipherable smile.

You lean down and press your lips against Scarlet’s, and she gladly accepts your advance. The kiss is a little sloppy at first, but it becomes energetic when muscle memory returns to your head. As your mouths meet in a heated mash, your hands rub her sides, where you feel the minor mistakes in her skin that you saw earlier. Her hands travel around your body, too. Her touch is electrifying and makes you want more of her.

Incredible moans come in between kisses, and this excites you more, enticing you to become more aggressive with Scarlet. You grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Recalling some of her stories from earlier, you have no doubt she could have been able to unpin herself if she desired.

When your kiss is formally broken, you start trailing down her neck, sucking between the distances. Just so she’s stimulated in other places, you also make sure you squeeze her thighs and rub roughly against her waist. Again, you feel her mimicking your motions as she pulls you closer. You think she says something, but between your buzz and split attention, you can’t translate what her sloppy English entails.

With your brain status currently reduced to “monkey state,” you figure she’s asked you to spread her legs. So, that’s precisely what you do. Scarlet wiggles as you do this, which makes you think you mistranslated what she told you to do.

Her perplexed expression tells you that your second guess is correct. “I said to grab a condom,” she laughs. “Not to knock me up. I’m not like Arabella, Gwendolion, or Mikko,” she pressed her index finger on your chest and then flicked your nose. “You can get me pregnant.”

You fumble around with her pistol belt and produce a crinkly black package from her IFAK. Your fumbling continues as you struggle to get the plastic baby-stopper to leave its confides. Scarlet waves her knees back and forth lazily, watching you with an amused smirk across her lips. “Need help?”

After a few more seconds pass with silent struggling, Scarlet crawls over and takes over, replacing your struggle with slow concentration. It takes her a few moments to release you. It’s not completely hard as she tries to put it on. When this dawns on her, it shows in her expression. She laughs.

“I suppose I should, uh…_erectify _this before trying anything else more?”

Scarlet grabs you from the base and starts to gently pump your semi-erect cock with a surprisingly warm hand. You thought that all of her heat would have been soaked into her rosy cheeks. However, that might just be the effects of the **** making her blush so hard.

A small moan departs from your lips as you swatch Scarlet's work, her hands up and your shaft, spitting every once in a while to lube up an easier way to apply the safe-sex device. After a little bit of soft foreplay, she squeezes a little harder and starts playing with your balls, giving them a playful tug and drawing a single step towards her.

She watches with keen intent, stroking a little faster as she pulls a little harder on your sack. The pain is overcome by pleasure. Admittedly, you enjoy watching her, too. You push your hips forward, nearly poking her cheek with the tip of your cock. Scarlet, of course, finds this funny and starts jerking you off faster. Playfully, she moans, spitting on your now full-sized erection.

Despite your penis throbbing between her fingers and palm, she continues to play with you. She lets go of your balls and presses her lips against them in a kiss. Her tongue washes over. The smooth sensation is the opposite of what your balls are used to. No roughness drags, just a smooth lash that leaves your testicles wet and well-stimulated. Scarlet looks up at you as she runs her tongue over and over on your package; occasionally, she even takes you into her maw and sucks on them. A throat curse leaves your mouth; her eyes twinkle when she eyes this.

“Yeah?” she coos. “You like that?”

You grab her hair and pull her closer. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

She attempts to reply, but of course, she’s too close to your cock and balls to do anything that’s not murmuring. Instead, all this does is make her breath caress you, cooling the developed layers of spit that’s stuck to you. You exhale again and lean your head back, feeling her fingers and tongue as you’re taken into bliss every time she sucks on your genitalia.

Even though this particular feeling isn’t new to you, it is drastically different from what you are familiar with. Without the rough texture of the foxgirls’, you shivered with delight. You almost forgot what a regular tongue felt like against you.

After that, Scarlet finally starts to wrap you up for her protection. She rolls the condom over your cock, still occasionally massaging your nutsack, which is eventually enough for you to crawl back into bed with her. Being back where you were before, you are much more eager to do more with her than foreplay and dirty talking.

Scarlet looks comfortable on her back as she looks up at you. She’s smiling, too. Granted, it’s drunken and is covered by a soft glow of pink. “So,” she wiggles slightly. “What will you do with me now, Warren?”

“What do you want out of me?” you respond, glancing at her breasts.

“Anything,” she murmurs. “You’re interesting…surprise me some more.”

Your lips, much like your throat, go dry with her reply. “I can do that,” you manage, rubbing her sides and then up to her arms.

Scarlet doesn’t moan, nor does she ragdoll beneath you. She closes her eyes, however, and focuses on your advance. You slide your hands back down when she's flat and spread her legs. She draws a long breath and arches her back. “You know what to do.”

Steadily, her breathing increases as you feel around her damp cave. Your fingers trace around her slit, massaging in tiny but deliberate motions, tickling her nerves as she becomes stimulated. She compliments you while watching your fingers work her over. She suggests you do more, slowly becoming impatient with all this touching, kissing, and physical suggestions.

You can’t disagree; you’re ready to do more, too. After a few minute adjustments of where you are between her legs, you grab yourself from the base and guide your tip between the slit. You exhale with her, enjoying the sense of your member being swallowed by a real human girl… There’s no guilt in your mind when you consider this. Instead, you blush and move forward, desiring more.

The penetration is slow, so you feel every inch that moves into Scarlet. You both watch, taking turns exhaling and inhaling as your breathing becomes more raspy and sex-filled. You swallow, wetting your dry throat. Finally, after a little ****, a curse simultaneously departs from both your mouths. In your current state, you both bubble up with laughter. It’s brief, though. There’s far too much intimacy to get distracted from.

“Fuck,” Scarlet’s eyes are nearly crossed when she opens them again. You feel her grabbing your sides; the pads of her fingers are now damp with sweat. She pulls you in, egging you to go faster as she whimpers. She isn’t digging any of her nails into you, but the amount of pressure she’s squeezing you with considerable pressure. When you look at her, you notice that the usually dark blue of her eyes is slightly more vibrant and that it’s burning with some kind of desire you always saw in Arabella or either of the twins. “You’re much bigger than the last guy I was with.”

You think you say something in return, but it was probably all in your head. Because now, you were focused on thrusting into her hips. The gentle pound of love was making its way into the primal thrash of lust.

Each thrust was more robust than the last, and these powerful throws made her body ripple despite the toned muscle forming it. The sight was something to behold, so you didn’t slow down or change the pace. Of course, there was more to admire while above Scarlet, making crude love to her.

Scarlet kept pulling you back every time you pushed away with your hips. This encouraged you to increase the pace of your thrusts. She spread her legs further apart and gasped, feeling your cock poke into her womb. Her walls coiled tightly around your length, milking every pass you committed to.

Again and again.

Again and again!

Again and again!!

The mashing of your sexes emitted in the room, joining the sounds of horny moans.

After all the foreplay, teasing, and graceless sightseeing, you were starting to feel your endurance wavering… You fall forward and begin kissing her. Scarlet only manages a brief kiss before you push away so she can breathe.

How long had she been panting this hard? You keep your eyes on her despite being pushed away. Now that you had your hands planted on either side of her as your hips moved to meet hers, you were able to see the finer, more intimate details about her. Her breasts bounced, her skin rippling, the heat of her breath and emotional bliss reflecting within Scarlet’s eyes.

Finally, Scarlet gasps. “Oh, fuck! I’m about to cum!!” Not long after her announcement, you feel her body trembling with ecstasy. Her voice loses its confidence, and she starts moaning uncontrollably. Her fingers squeeze you as she pulls again. There’s a faint pinch from her nails on your sides, but there’s too much to focus on to let pain ruin the moment…

Your balls begin to contract as your core tightens. Your mind is overstimulated, and your cock starts to twitch as the condom falls to smother all the smooth motions being made in all your lovemaking. Soon, you’re also warning her that you’re about to cum, but it doesn't matter whether or not you pull out– Scarlet made sure that passion wouldn’t make her pregnant a few minutes earlier.

Scarlet’s wet pussy drenches your groin area. You feel her expense lathering your thighs and even upper knees. You grab her waist and start piston-fucking her gash, making her eyes shoot wide. She watches you, her arms bent at her sides and her hands occupied by her bed sheets. “Yes! Yes!! YES!!!”

Her voice echoes in your head until she’s the only thing you can hear—the only thing you can think of. Her voice, along with everything else about her, pushes you over your limit. Your body tightens as a rush of heat warms every inch of your skin (especially where all the fun is happening.)

A jet of cum fire harmlessly against the rubber interior of the cum. Scarlet is still aware of the new liquid warmth filling up the gaps in the condom as you dispense your sperm into it. Your mouth moves as a drunken slur of after-sex thoughts starts spilling out of your lungs.

Even after your orgasm subsides, you continue to get good handfuls of Scarlet. There was too much of her that deserved to be felt. Scarlet lays on her back. Her stomach rises and falls as she draws deep breaths. She’s so spaced out that you wonder if she had a few secondary orgasms during your own.

When you finally pull out, she shivers and waves you to lay with her. You tangle around her and enjoy the heat bodies are putting out—the smell of the sand in her hair and the sweat from her pores. You listen to Scarlet smack her lips together before she shuffles enough to grab a blanket thrown on top of the pillows. She manages to cover herself with it but drags you beneath the quilt with her. Scarlet kisses you and then groans in drowsiness… “Warren... If you weren’t so involved with those stupid fox girls… this would have been the beginning of one hell of a partnership.”

“So, you’re done for the night?”

Scarlet opens one eye and smiles.

(She says "yes," by the way.)