Thirsty Ink

Jessie lay panting on the cold hard floor, staring up at Bendy in exhaustion and disbelief. Had she really heard him say that? The words bounced around in her head. 'Ready for round two darling?'

She may have never heard a more frightening sentence in all her life. Jessie was still trying to catch her breath, her expression turning to terror at the seemingly insatiable demon as she realized he was serious. Her still quivering body was covered in sweat and blotches of ink dripping unto her from the creature on top of her. He continued to rub himself perversely against her but made no move otherwise to continue. She wasn't sure why he was stalling, it was obvious he would take what he wanted. He was probably toying with her... What ever the reason for the slight break in the assault, Jessie used it to catch her breath and try to figure out how to escape.

He was way too strong for her to fight her way out. He seemed like he enjoyed talking though, whether he was just taunting her or whether he expected her answer, she decided that maybe she could charm her way out of this. He was still staring at her with that lewd grin, his arms keeping him propped up as he continued to rub against her. It was now or never, she tried to soften her expression to a more affectionate look. Using the best acting skills she could muster, she spoke up, her voice shaking slightly. “A-and if I'm n-not ready just yet... d-darling?”

He stopped for a moment, his grin faltering as a surprised look crossed his face. He seemed shocked that she actually spoke up. His grin soon returned, “I can wait till yer ready then, sweetcheeks. I got one round in, I can wait for ya ta catch yer second wind. Waited thirty years, what's a few minutes between romps?” he retorted with a snort, then leaned down to nuzzle her neck sweetly. She heard his purr echo through the room with how loud it was.

She swallowed, a demon on a thirty year dry spell? FUCK. She was in serious trouble. She leaned her face away from him, unintentionally giving him better access to her neck, something he took as a form of submission. He trilled as he started licking her neck lovingly, reminding her of a overgrown cat. She blinked in confusion, staring at the wall as she comes to terms with what the actual fuck is going on.

First he forces himself on her, now hes acting all affectionate? She might have found the catlike behavior cute if he didn't have his hard-on pressed to her thigh, a firm reminder that he had forced himself on her. She wondered if she could convince him to just let her go, after all didn't he boast that he saved her earlier? “What if I need more than minutes? Like.. Days?” she asked hopefully.

“Why wouldya need days toots?” he said, pulling back from her neck to stare at her face again before hissing. He spat out the words, “Yer trying ta trick me, aintcha?” He scowled down at her, tail whipping around behind him, his claws dug into her shoulders as he gripped her in a threatening manner.

Once again squeaking in terror, she cringed at his words and the stark reminder that those claws could rip her in half without a qualm. She placed her hands on his chest, internally cringing at contact with the thick goopy liquid that comprised him. Desperately her mind raced, trying to come up with something to save her ass. “No dear! That's n-not it! I-its just.... Your... Your lovemaking! It was so...uh, passionate! Y-yeah! So good that my body just can't handle it! I need rest or else i- I'll die! Y-you saved me..." She took a deep breath and sweetened her voice even more, giving him the biggest puppy eyes she could muster. "You're my Savior remember? Surely you don't want to hurt me do you... darling?” she fluttered her lashes at the scowling ink dripping demon atop her, hoping her bluff worked. It had been hard to force herself to put on such an act.

His scowl slowly reverted back into a grin, it looked more smug this time. He pulled himself all the way up so that he wasn't leaning over her, but more or less kneeling between her legs. “I guess I am pretty great at pleasin' a lady. Didn't realize you could be too good though, heh, good ta know.” He boasts, tugging at his bow tie proudly before glancing back at her trembling body then at his still hard dick. He tapped the tip with a single finger of his gloved hand and it receded into his form as if it had never existed. He stood quickly, scooping her up and holding her as if she were made of glass as he proceeded to check her over. She was confused, but too weak from exhaustion and pain that she didn't struggle.