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The room was designed like a simple hotel room. A large king sized bed and a TV. On top of the desk had duct tape, rope, blunt acting knives, a toy gun for show.

There was a simple note for the participants on the bed.

Enjoy yourselves and fear not. You may have your posts read but that it could help someone else in the long run. I want you two to enjoy your bodies and get down to the nasty! You do not need to actually use this room I just want to let you know it's here for you if you want ^^
Blade had won an all expenses paid trip, so the letter she received told her. Everyone could use a little vacation, so she headed out to the address given. It was a nice place, seemed pretty exclusive to her and she was pleased she entered the contest. Which contest was it again? The letter did not specify, but when you got a trip to a place like this you wouldn't not go! That'd be crazy.
After exploring a bit she made way to the room she was to be staying in. The bed was huge! She walked around the room a little, before deciding to bathe. It was already getting late so when she finished she slipped on her nightgown and slipped into the huge bed. It was as comfortable as it looked and soon Blade had fallen asleep.
With an easy and relaxed gait, Maxwell started his walk down the hotel hallway. He was invited to a bar by a few patrons visiting the hotel and underestimated his drinking capacity while on vacation... Again. Now he was hot under the collar and very much frustrated from a lack of relief. With nothing else or no one else to do, he decided to retire to his room for the night.

"Didn't even get one number tonight..." He complained to no one in particular. Despite their kind offer, his newfound friends had left him behind for their own sensual fun, which grated on his nerves. Arriving at his assigned room, he fumbled with his keys for a bit before opening the door.

Was he seeing things? There was already someone here. And they were very much beautiful as they laid in bed sound asleep. His arousal ached in his pants as a not-so-subtle reminder that Maxwell really needed to fuck right now. Even if he was seeing things, like hell he was going to pass this up. Clumsily closing the door behind him, he began to strip himself of his shirt and jacket as he approached the bed.

Up close, she was truly a thing to behold in Maxwell's eyes. Hair as stark white as his own, barely blending in with alabaster skin... And the ears of a rabbit? Yep, he must be seeing things. At least it's a pretty illusion to fuck, right? Dropping his pants, his naked form climbed into bed to get a better look at his sleeping partner... He had to touch her. Raising a hand to caress her cheek tenderly, a pleased sigh laced with alcohol escaped him. So he wasn't hallucinating... That's even better. With all the noise he made while coming in, he was a bit amused that she hadn't woken up yet.
Blades hair had dried as she slept for the most part. A damp piece or two still half clung to a pale cheek, partially obscuring her face. Slow even breathing continued even with the noise. She had been quite tired from being busy so much of the time, and then exploring before she came to the room. The bath had relaxed her, and the scent of lavender still filled the bathroom. It also would be the scent he got when he was near her.
One bare arm was above the blanket, holding it to herself with the weight of the appendage alone. She was on her side with her legs curled up and one arm tucked beneath her. Long ears twitched at the noises he made upon entering and brows furrowed a bit, but it had not been enough to wake her. She shifted where she laid before settling again by the time he reached the side of the bed. As he touched her cheek her lips parted and she murmured something unintelligibly before sighing, but she did not wake up. Her skin was soft and warm, faintly flushed with it as the covers had her a bit warmer than usual.
The fresh aroma of calming lavender melded with the violently vibrant scent of imported beers and much more than two glasses of fine Pinot Noir. It seduced Maxwell's senses and spurred him into taking in more of her scent. He ran his slick tongue over his top lip in delight. Did her skin taste of the flowery herb? He was about to find out.

Carefully nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, he began to softly bite and nip at the woman's skin, his own weight starting to settle down against the side of her hips. She was his perfection for the night... As long as she remained asleep, that is. With his inebriated state, he didn't care if he had to pin her down and do the unspeakable. He just wanted some relief then sleep it off. It's not like he hasn't had to do much worse things anyway.
Blade stirred as he bit and nipped at her neck. Head turned to the side and body shifted a little as brows furrowed. She did taste of the herb, as it was an oil she had used in the bath water. It always relaxed her and she found she slept much more soundly after bathing in lavender oil. Perhaps too soundly as the case may be.

Longish ears twitched and her thighs rubbed together as she shifted her legs. One hand curled at the fabric of the burgundy nightgown she wore, where the lace caressed her high on her thigh. A shift in her dreams perhaps, something steamy triggered by the nibble to her neck. Lips parted with a small noise as a flush bloomed over her cheeks and across the delicate bridge of her nose. A tinge of pink on otherwise pale skin. A deeper breath lifted her breasts, perhaps drawing attention to the hardening nubs beneath lacy fabric.
Was she starting to stir already? Maxwell raised his head slightly to judge her state. Still asleep... And blushing. Was her sleeping state starting to arouse her because of his alcohol-laced actions? Something in him told him to stop and leave the woman alone, but... He then noticed her fingers lifting up her nightgown enticingly. What was he thinking about again?

Helping her lift the fabric cleanly from her hips, his half-aware hands raised the garment high enough where he could see her breasts and panty clad hips. A silent, gleeful chuckle was given as he lowered his head to slide his wet mouth against a pert nipple, enjoying the scent of lavender invading his nostrils. Without thinking too much of it, he also gave a tense bite to it, savoring the feel of her hardened skin against his teeth and tongue.
The stirring stopped at least when he raised her head. Soft sigh was exhaled and knitted brows smoothed once more. She probably would have settled back into a deeper sleep had he left her alone, but what fun would that be? Head turned a little to settle her cheek against the pillow as she slept on.

As fabric was lifted up her body a small shiver went through her as the cooler air caressed sleep warmed skin. Pert nipples hardened further at being exposed, but she did not stir this time. Not at least until his mouth came against one followed by the feel of his teeth. Her breathing changed, catching a bit before speeding up a fraction while she shifted again. Maybe to escape the sensation to sensitive nub, or maybe because of what ever she was dreaming. Her hand moved to between her thighs, cupping herself through the thin fabric of the panties she wore.
A soft grunt was muffled against her breast as he continued to bite and tease her pink skin, soon noticing that she was stirring yet again. He paused, only to see her hand move down to touch herself. An unconscious invitation, and one he was more than ready to take. He moved his hand down to meet with hers before pushing the small bit of fabric aside to begin rubbing her folds. Was she already wet? Her dream may have been that steamy.

His shaft was beginning to rub against her leg, and he remembered his own desire to fuck this stranger in his bed. Wrong or not, he could care less at this point. Yet he continued to finger her pussy lips for a little while longer until she was wet enough for him to enter without much hassle.
Blade's breathing picked up again and the flush grew from just her cheeks to down her neck and over her breasts. She shifted again, though could not move too much with his head right over her breasts as he bit and teased one aching nipple.

As his hand moved down to bare her folds and began rubbing her she exhaled a breathless moan as hips lifted towards the touch. What ever dream she was having must have been steamy indeed because she was already damp to the touch and only growing slicker as he rubbed her. With him touching her there she shifted her hand up to her untouched breast and squeezed it lightly in her palm. Brows were quite furrowed by then and her head turned left to right, hovering on the edge now and about to wake up.
Maxwell stopped his fingers for a moment before raising his head to check on the slowly waking female. Not good. If she wakes and sees his face and naked body hovering over her, she might... No, she will scream for help. His mind was beginning to sober up enough to realize what he was doing... And for once, he didn't care. His addiction for orgasmic bliss ached his spirit more than his guilt right now. If she has to be a sacrifice to sate his burning need, so be it. But how to make sure she didn't see his face...?

Looking down at the thin fabric raised over her body, and then the sheets and pillow underneath her, Maxwell had an idea. It wasn't a brilliant one, but it'll work nonetheless. All he had to do was flip her over and keep her down. So, as gently and quickly as he could to make it seem like she may have been shifting herself in her sleep, he set to turning her body over face down. If she began to wake before he finished the job, he would pick up the speed of his movements and pin her down with his larger frame, one hand holding her head firm on the pillow so she could barely see anything.

Regardless, his other hand would move to tease between her legs once more before settling his hips between hers and pressing his length against her, steeling his mind on what he prepared to do. He was still buzzed, so his movements may be swayed by any sudden actions Blade may try if she wakes.
As the stimulation stopped Blade stilled again, though she still hovered on the cusp of waking. Her body shifted, turned over and was settled on her stomach. It didn't send any alarm bells through her and a sigh was exhaled as she shifted her legs a bit, getting more comfortable. The fact she couldn't turn her head was the biggest bother to her. But even that seemed minute. Lids fluttered up and then closed again as she drifted a little. The situation was such a foreign one that it did not register as something wrong straight off.

It was at the next teasing touch that eyes opened fully and she blinked in a sleepy, puzzled way. The warmth and weight of his body on her, his fingers against her exposed folds.. Then his hardness pressed against her. She swallowed a little as her heart began to race. She was a bit disoriented, but knew this was wrong. No one else had been in the room, just her, and this was altogether unexpected. She did not make any sudden moves or loud sounds though, as if she thought he would stop if she kept perfectly still...like a wild animal might if you played dead. It seemed a little silly in the situation, but her brain was playing catch up to a body all aroused by some strange man in her bed. If he didn't do anything more she would probably react fully in the next few seconds.
By the time she woke, he had already settled his nerves enough to go forward with the act. With a silent plea to the gods for forgiveness, he began to press further into her aroused entrance, holding her body still with his weight against her hips and his hand against her head. The other one moved in an attempt to pin her arms, just in case she began to fight against the sheets. What could he even say to her to calm her nerves? To make sure she remains quiet?

Then it dawned on him. This was still his room. He unlocked the door before coming in. She was an intruder for all he knew. And intruders had to be punished... No matter how unfair the punishment is. However, what if she wasn't? Mistakes happen all the time, right? Regardless, he had made up his mind to talk.

"I'll be gentle with you if you don't fight back. It'll all be over before you know it." He soothed before breaking part of his veined pole into her damp and tight crevice. It was a slow and steady motion, his girth stretching out her entrance with just the head alone. If she began to struggle, his movements will be more forceful out of a need to warn her that he will go harder if she keeps it up.
Blade's eyes widened as she felt him pressing into her sex. Breath shuddered out and arms pulled a little against his hold as he pinned them down on the bed as well. She was trapped beneath him, his weight holding her hips down and his hand pressed to her head to keep it down as well. Toes curled a little and she tried to shift her legs, but she couldn't move them in any way to slow or stop his progression.

To Blade, he was the intruder. She had the letter and a key from the front desk for this room, and he wasn't suppose to be in here. She hadn't heard anything break though, so he must have had a way to get in without being detected. Surely she would have woken if he'd been loud..right?

His words made her eyes widen a little and she tried to arch her back as if to buck him off, but she was too small and weak to do such a thing. As he pushed in further, stretching her entrance with the thick head of his shaft she cried out, though not loudly as if trying to call for help. Despite her unwillingness in the situation her body was all turned on and she was quite wet. She shivered and bit her lip again to muffle a sound, cheeks heating in embarrassment before she tried to struggle again. "W..what do you think you're doing...?" She asked towards what he said. It was a little surprising, his words. Gentleness was the last thing she expected in such a situation.
What was Maxwell doing? Hell if he knew, and even if he did, he couldn't answer her. All he wanted now was to feel that tight hole of hers push back again. He exerted more pressure against her body to keep her still. Dear gods, she feels so good. His hips agreed in the form of pushing forward as far as he could go until his thick cock filled most of her tunnel.

Then he started moving, thrusting his hips at a slow pace and enjoying the feel of her muscles clenching back against his skin. His mind was beginning to cloud as his addiction was fed bit by bit. This feeling of arousal from being inside of a woman's pussy, spiking through his pelvis and settling into his belly... It was why he didn't care about her attempts to fight back or call for help. The hand clamping her head down would close her mouth shut if she did. He just didn't care anymore. He wanted to come as much as he could inside this woman, over and over, to sate the inner demon screaming for sex.
Blade clenched her hands into fists against the bed as she laid there beneath him. She felt hot and wet, and violated. But that seemed to make her wetter still. She wasn't sure how it got to this point, the dream had been forgotten upon waking and finding him on her. Maybe he played with her body while she slept...that could explain why she was so aroused. It was humiliating in a way, and she struggled with wanting him to stop, and not wanting anyone to come and see this happening.

As he filled her with his thick cock her toes curled and her thighs quivered. He felt almost too large, stretching her so much. And then he began to move at that slow pace. Lips parted in another cry that tapered off into an embarrassing moan. Cheeks heated and she bit her lower lip. "P...please.." She whispered, half begging, but she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to go faster at this point.
Soft pants were given as he continued to work her body in smooth and fluid motions; he was clearly set on enjoying her body his way for now, and that meant slow, easy and deep for just a while longer. His heated head stroking and massaging her tense and slick insides elicited a deep groan from his lips. If this was consensual, he'd turn her around and tease her body more, teeth biting and suckling against pale skin to leave reddened love marks everywhere he pleased, looking into her eyes to show his appreciation for such wonderfully feeling skin pressed against his own for the night.

He couldn't afford that, however, so this rough position would have to do. All he had to do was get off from her pussy and leave before she saw anything else. Damage control would have to be done later. So whether she wanted him to pick up the pace or wanted him to get off, he granted the former wish as soon as he heard her faint plea. Leaning against her body enough for his silken hair to drape against her shoulder, his teasing pace soon was a speedier rhythm. Moans laced between quick puffs of air heaved from his chest as he began to fully ravish her tender spots, his usual precision kicking in involuntary as he let his body continue to do the talking.
Blade still couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe she was just dreaming this all up, but it felt far too real to be a dream. Eyes closed and brows knitted as he continued moving in that slow way. It sent shivers down her spine and she wanted to lift up to meet him, but that was a bit of a problem. Not just because he was holding her down, but it seemed so wrong to do anyway. What was wrong with her, enjoying such a thing as a stranger deciding to use her body for their own pleasure while she slept?! It was shameful to feel anything like that...yet still.

As he sped up at her words she gasped and groaned. Hands unclenched from the fists they were in only to grasp at the sheet on the bed beneath her, twisting in the fabric as if itching to use them in some way. Her groans increased, mingling with cries as he ravished her. Her breathing became more ragged and thighs tensed before she cried out more loudly as those inner walls clamped down around his cock. Sheer ecstasy washed over her as she came, muscles working as if trying to milk him as she did. Later she would be completely humiliated, but for the moment everything else faded away except the deep, carnal pleasure she felt.
Wait, she was moaning? Was she secretly enjoying this? No, it couldn't be. Maxwell must be imagining things himself. Yet his pants grew more intense as he joined in with her cries and groans of confused ecstasy. His meat swelled more against her walls as the warm feeling deep in the pits of his stomach raised into his chest and the tips of his fingers. His breath felt as if it was on fire, his body warming against her hips as he reached closer to the proverbial point of no return. And then she came, which sent every nerve of his being over the edge as he filled her squeezing lips with his own release. Yes, this was what he craved, that pulsating feeling of bliss washing over him, tainting him with pleasure... And making him desire more. And more. Not stopping until he was tired and needed rest.

But she was to be spared that kind of selfish and lusting greed tonight. He needed to get out of here. His dick was still very much hard as he pulled out of her easily, frowning at the cold that embraced his skin. Deal with it, Maxwell. You did this, now think of a way out. He released his grip on the woman and separated from her before she could move. By the time she would raise her head, he would already have his pants loosely covering his lower half while putting on his jacket, a hat covering the majority of his head as his ponytail was hidden underneath his business coat.

Unless she made a move to stop him during or before this, he would keep his back to her as he grabbed his luggage and headed for the door. "You can have the room. ...I'll sleep elsewhere." And with that, he would leave without another word, the keys jingling to lock the door and give the victimized woman her privacy.
Blade was at least spared the humiliation of him saying anything about her moans and cries of pleasure. Small favors, right? She felt him swell inside her, as it further stretched her around him. It made her moan again before she bit her lower lip. As he came as well, she shivered and groaned. Distantly she was aware that he was bare inside her and a stranger to boot, but she couldn't really focus full on that. As he pulled from her she shivered at the loss then pressed her thighs together as if to trap the feel inside herself. His hands left her and she moved, turning to her side as he hurried to get dressed again. It was dark and he kept his face away from her so she didn't get a good look at him.

"W..wait...please..." She spoke before she even realized it. Hand lifted to her mouth covering it as cheeks reddened. What was she thinking?! The sooner he left the sooner she could as well. It seemed a bad idea to remain if random men could come in. She sat up, her nightgown grasped in one hand as she looked down at herself a moment then back up, half wanting to cover herself but if she was just leaving then she would have to change again anyway. Brows furrowed. "What do you mean? It's my room anyway." She told him, unsure what was going on. Lips pursed and she would watch him, weather he stayed or continued his way out of the room.

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