Much Muffled

In the quiet, dimly-lit confines of their secret lair, Steven Universe and Connie sat on the soft velvet couch, their hearts racing from the intense battle they had just won. The air was thick with the scent of victory and the faint metallic tang of alien blood. Connie's cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in short gasps as she leaned into Steven's embrace, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, and he met her gaze with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. The tension in the room grew palpable as they both acknowledged the unspoken desires that had been simmering between them for so long.

Connie's figure was on full display in her battle suit, the fabric clinging to her in all the right places. Her breasts heaved with every breath, and Steven could feel the heat emanating from her soft, supple body. His own body responded in kind, his cock swelling in his pants as he took in her beauty. He reached out tentatively, brushing a lock of her long, flowing hair from her face. The electricity between them was undeniable, and as he did so, she took a sharp intake of breath.

Her full, pink lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of her perfect teeth. Without a word, she leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck. With a feral growl, he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep and tasting the sweetness of her. Connie's hand slid down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles before finally resting on the bulge in his pants. She squeezed gently, and he moaned into her mouth, his grip on her tightening.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as they explored each other's bodies with a hunger that had been building for eons. Steven's hand found its way to her ample bosom, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple. The fabric of her suit was no match for his gentle touch, and it was as if he could feel the blood rushing to the sensitive peak. Connie arched her back, pressing herself into his hand, and he responded by giving her nipple a firm pinch, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

The sudden pain sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry. He took the cue and moved his mouth to her chest, his teeth grazing her flesh before he took her nipple into his mouth, biting down hard. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as a wave of pleasure washed over her. The pain was exquisite, a stark contrast to the gentle care he had always shown her. It was a reminder of the beast that lurked within him, a creature of immense power that she had come to crave.

Her hand found its way into his pants, wrapping around his thick, throbbing cock. It pulsed in her grasp, and she began to stroke him with a firm, steady rhythm that made him groan. He sucked harder on her nipple, feeling her body respond in kind. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion: wet, sloppy kisses, the rustle of fabric, and the slap of skin against skin.

As their desire grew, so too did the intensity of their touches. Connie felt a warm gush between her legs, her pussy aching for his attention. She pulled away from his embrace and dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his. With a fiery look of determination, she pulled out his cock, her delicate hands barely able to wrap around its girth. She took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Steven's eyes rolled back as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his size. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed up and down. Her saliva dripped down his shaft, creating a wet, slick trail that glistened in the low light.

As the beast within Steven grew more insistent, his grip on Connie's hair tightened, pulling her back and forth with an animalistic urgency. Connie's eyes watered from the effort, but she didn't flinch, eagerly taking him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around his shaft. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her mouth as one of her teeth loosened, the gore of their encounter mixing with her saliva. The sight of her blood only served to fuel his desire, his cock swelling even more in her mouth. He groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and beastly growl, as he felt himself nearing the edge. With one final, brutal thrust, he erupted, filling her mouth with a torrent of hot cum. Connie swallowed greedily, the taste of him mingling with the metallic tang of her own blood. The act was primal, raw, and utterly erotic, a testament to their deepening bond and the lengths they would go to satisfy their darkest desires. The room was a cacophony of moans and the wet, squelching sounds of their passionate embrace.

Steven's teeth clamped down on Connie's engorged nipple, the fabric of her suit offering no protection from his fierce bite. Connie's eyes shot open in a mix of shock and arousal as she felt the intense pain. The fabric ripped away and her flesh was exposed to the cold air, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She watched in awe as her blood mixed with the alien fluids that coated her skin from their battle. The sight of her pain seemed to drive him even wilder, his eyes glowing with a feral hunger. He didn't just pinch or bite; he bit down with the full force of his teeth, and she felt the sickening give of her flesh as his teeth pierced through her nipple, tearing it from her body.

The pain was like nothing Connie had ever felt before, a white-hot brand searing through her, but instead of recoiling, she found herself moaning, her body responding to the mix of pleasure and pain. The sensation was exquisite, a thrilling revelation of their deepest, most primal urges. Her hand moved faster on his cock, her strokes becoming erratic as she felt the warmth of her own blood trickle down her chest. The sight of her injury only made him more desperate to claim her, and he tore away the remnants of her suit, exposing her bare, quivering breasts to his ravenous gaze. He took the opportunity to lick the blood from her chest, his tongue tracing the path of the crimson river that flowed from her wound, his eyes never leaving hers. The connection between them was palpable, a bond that went beyond friendship, beyond love, and into the realm of the purely carnivorous.

With their connection now sealed by a mix of blood and lust, Steven lifted Connie onto the couch, her legs draping over the armrest as he positioned himself between her spread thighs. His cock, still slick with her saliva and his own cum, pointed at her pussy like a missile seeking its target. He plunged into her without warning, his teeth still clamped around the torn flesh of her nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of agony and ecstasy that sent her over the edge. Connie's pussy was tight, a velvety sheath that gripped him like a vice. As he began to thrust into her, the head of his cock grazed her G-spot, sending shockwaves through her body. Each movement was punctuated by the sound of their flesh slapping together, their juices mixing in a delicious crescendo.

In a moment of primal instinct, he ripped the mutilated nipple from his mouth, the blood spraying across her face as he did so. He watched with a feral gaze as the crimson droplets painted her cheeks and landed on her parted lips. Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her again, sharing the taste of her own flesh with her. The intimacy of the act was intoxicating, and they both reveled in the depravity of it. The pain only served to heighten her arousal, and she bucked her hips up to meet his every thrust, her pussy clenching around him like a fist.

As he pounded into her, the taste of their combined fluids lingering on his tongue, he reached up and smeared the blood across her face, mixing it with their sweat and saliva. The sight of her, painted in the colors of their passion, was more than he could bear, and with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the lair, he released his grip on her hair and plunged into her with a final, brutal thrust, filling her to the brim with his seed. Connie screamed, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that seemed to last an eternity, her pussy spasming around his cock as he painted the walls of her sex with his hot cum.

Their bodies, sticky with sweat and blood, remained entwined as they both came down from their euphoric high. The room was a mess of discarded clothing and battle debris, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. But amidst the chaos, their eyes remained locked, a silent promise passing between them that their bond would only grow stronger with each shared experience, no matter how depraved or taboo. The scent of sex and blood hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of the depths to which they had plummeted together.

As they both gasped for air, their chests heaving from the intensity of their union, Steven's glowing eyes fell to Connie's round, inviting ass. The head of his still-engorged cock, slick with a mix of their juices, hovered over her puckered hole, and without a moment's hesitation, he pushed into her. The tightness of her ass was a new sensation, a delicious challenge that made him grunt with effort. Connie's eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't protest, instead arching her back to give him better access. He took his time, savoring the feel of her body stretching around him, her tight sphincter clenching and releasing as he pushed deeper.

He reached around with one hand, his fingers finding her bloody, sensitive nipple, and pinched it hard, making her moan. The pain melded with the fullness in her ass, creating a symphony of sensations that had her panting and writhing beneath him. With a final, powerful thrust, he was all the way in, his cock buried to the hilt in her most intimate place. He began to fuck her ass with the same fervor he had her pussy, his movements slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that had them both groaning with each stroke. 

Gripping Connie's waist with his strong, alien-infused hands, Steven began to piston his cock in and out of her ass with an animalistic fervor that spoke of his need to claim her fully. Her body jolted with each deep thrust, her ass cheeks bouncing against his pelvis as he took her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. Connie's eyes watered, but she didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she pushed back against him, urging him deeper, her inner walls quivering with the intensity of her arousal. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in tight, rapid circles, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. The pain was now a backdrop to the all-consuming ecstasy that built with each passing moment, a crescendo that threatened to shatter her very soul. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as he fucked her, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythm that grew more frenzied by the second.

The heat of his cock inside her, combined with the friction of his thumb on her clit, was too much, and she shuddered as another orgasm washed over her, her inner muscles spasming around him, milking him for all he was worth. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, as he picked up the pace, driven by a desperate need to come again. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that built until she could take no more, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. And when it did, it was with a force that sent her spiraling into the abyss of pleasure, her cries echoing off the walls as she came harder than she ever had before, her juices mixing with their combined fluids to create a wet, sticky mess that coated their bodies.

And yet, even as she lay there, panting and spent, Steven wasn't finished. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined lust, and flipped her onto her stomach, his eyes never leaving hers. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her pussy, now slick with both their cum and her own juices. He didn't bother with preamble, just thrust back into her, his movements powerful and demanding. The angle was different now, hitting new spots inside her that had her crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Each time he bottomed out, she felt the head of his cock rub against her cervix, sending shockwaves through her body. It was an assault on her senses, a blend of agony and ecstasy that she had never experienced before.

The room spun around them as their bodies moved in perfect sync, their moans and grunts a testament to the depth of their connection. He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard, the pain from her injured nipple only serving to heighten her arousal. Connie pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with one of her own, her hips moving in a sinuous dance that matched the rhythm of their love. The air was thick with the scent of sex, their bodies slick with sweat and blood, a potent mix that seemed to fuel their passion even further.

Their movements grew more erratic, their bodies a tangle of limbs and passion as they approached the precipice of climax once more. And when it came, it was like nothing they had ever felt before. A white-hot explosion of pleasure that seemed to consume them both, their cries melding into one as they reached the peak of their desire. They collapsed onto the couch, their hearts pounding in unison, their bodies sticky and bruised, but their spirits soaring. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and in doing so, had found a new level of intimacy that would forever define their relationship. As they lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal, they both knew that their love had been forged in the fires of passion and pain, and that nothing could ever break the bond that now connected them so deeply.

Their bodies finally stilled, entwined in a sticky mess of sweat, cum, and blood, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of their shared orgasm subsided. Steven pulled out of Connie with a wet pop, his cock still semi-hard and coated in their mingled fluids. He collapsed beside her, his eyes never leaving hers, the intensity of their connection unbroken. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their carnally savage union, the room around them a silent witness to the depraved love they had just unleashed. Despite the pain, the bruises, and the tangible aura of the forbidden, they both felt a profound sense of satisfaction, a feeling that went beyond the mere physical. It was a bond that had been forged in the most primal of ways, a union that had transcended the boundaries of friendship and love, plunging into the darkest, most secret depths of desire. 

Connie lay there, panting and spent, her body feeling both used and adored. She could feel the emptiness in her pussy and ass, gaping open like two hungry maws craving more of him. Her inner walls felt tender and raw, a testament to the relentless pounding they had just endured. Despite the pain, she couldn't help but crave another round, her desire for Steven insatiable. She glanced over her shoulder, watching him with a mix of admiration and lust as he lay beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. The sight of his semi-erect cock, glistening with their combined juices, had her clenching her muscles around the emptiness within, desperately wishing she could take him again. But she knew they both needed a moment to recover from the intense passion that had consumed them. With a seductive smile, she reached back and stroked his thigh, her eyes never leaving his, the silent promise of more to come.

Steven couldn't help but compare the intensity of his union with Connie to the wild, unbridled nights he had shared with Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl. Those encounters had been explosive, a symphony of limbs and colors, with each gem bringing their own unique flavor to their passionate interludes. Garnet's powerful, dominating presence had often left him trembling and weak, her deep, resonant moans echoing through his mind. Amethyst's playful, almost childlike exuberance had been a stark contrast, her tight, bouncy pussy a delightful surprise with every encounter. And Pearl, so elegant and refined, had taught him the art of slow, sensual lovemaking, her long neck arching in pleasure as he took her from behind.

Yet, as he stared into Connie's eyes, feeling the warmth of her breath on his neck, he realized that the depth of emotion and connection they shared was something he hadn't quite experienced with the gems. It was a different kind of desire, one that transcended the physical and delved into the very essence of their souls. Despite the fond memories, he found himself craving the intimacy that only Connie could provide, her human vulnerability a stark reminder of the love they shared beyond the battlefield. As he watched her, he knew that their journey had only just begun, and the adventures awaiting them, both in combat and in the throes of passion, would be unlike any he had ever experienced.

With a gentle smile, Steven reached over to the side table where Connie's wrist band lay, a symbol of their friendship and their shared battles. He placed it back on her wrist, the warmth of their recent climax still pulsing through the air. The band fit snugly, a reminder of the connection they had just solidified in the most intimate way possible. They both sat up, their bodies still entwined, and grabbed their smartphones, which had somehow survived the tumultuous battle and subsequent passionate encounter. With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they snapped a selfie, capturing the aftermath of their love in all its messy, unfiltered glory. Connie's face was flushed, her hair a wild tangle of sweat and blood, while Steven's grin was wide and triumphant, his eyes aglow with the satisfaction of a man who had just claimed his prize.

The photo was a testament to their unbridled lust and the unbreakable bond that had been forged between them. It was a moment that would be forever etched in their memories, a visual reminder of the depth of their connection that went beyond the confines of their secret lair and into the very fabric of their beings. They shared a laugh, the sound a sweet release of tension, as they swiped through the photos they had taken, each one more explicit than the last. It was a celebration of their love and desire, a declaration that no matter the cost, no matter the consequences, they would always come back to this moment, to each other.

Connie felt a sense of finality in the way her body lay open before him, her pussy and ass gaping and used, painted with the vivid evidence of their love. She knew that no one else could ever fill the emptiness that was now uniquely his. The thought sent a thrill through her, a mix of pride and possessiveness that was as intoxicating as the scent of their mingled fluids. Despite the pain, she felt an overwhelming sense of belonging, of being claimed by the one she loved most in the world. As they lay there, she reached back and gently caressed his cock, feeling it twitch with renewed interest. She knew that the marks she bore from his passion would serve as a constant reminder of this night, a brand that no one could ever erase. 

With a gleeful chuckle, Steven rolled Connie onto her back, his cock still standing proud and slick with their juices. Straddling her chest, he positioned the head of his member between her ample, cum-covered breasts. "How about a little titty-fuck before we clean up?" he suggested, his voice low and filled with a mix of amusement and hunger. Connie's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded eagerly, her chest heaving with anticipation. She felt a renewed wetness in her pussy, the thought of him using her body in such a crass yet intimate way sending a thrill through her. As he began to thrust, her breasts bounced around his shaft, the feeling of his cock sliding through the tight channel of her cleavage sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. She couldn't help but moan, the sensation of her sensitive nipples being squished and rubbed by his pelvis only adding to the delicious torment. "Oh, fuck, yes," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Cum on my tits, Steven. Make them messy." Her words were like a spell, and with a grunt of approval, he picked up the pace, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room once more.

The sight of her breasts jiggling and the feel of her warm, soft flesh around his cock was too much for him to bear, and with a final, powerful thrust, he erupted, spraying his seed all over her chest and neck. The hot jets of cum painted her in a new layer of sticky pleasure, and she reveled in the feeling, the vulgarity of the act only serving to cement their bond. They both watched as the last drops of his load trickled down her skin, the reality of their love story written in the explicit language of lust and desire.

Connie's eyes grew wide as she felt the head of Steven's still-hard cock nudging against her bruised and torn pussy, a stark reminder of the fiery passion they had just shared. Despite the ache, she craved more, her body begging for his touch. He pushed into her again, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle her cry of both pain and pleasure. The feeling of being filled and stretched was almost too much, but she pushed through it, her thoughts drifting to the memory of her lost virginity, the sweet agony of that first time now forever intertwined with the depraved ecstasy of this moment. With each thrust, she felt her torn entrance struggling to accommodate his thickness, the pain mingling with a sense of submission that washed over her in waves. Her pussy clenched around him, the muscles trying to heal even as he ravaged her once more, her juices mixing with the blood and cum that still coated her insides. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave herself over to the sensation, her body a vessel for his desires.

The pain was a testament to their love, a reminder of the depth of their connection, and she reveled in it, her own hand moving to her clit to heighten the experience. Her hips rocked in time with his movements, her body moving of its own accord, desperate to take every inch of him. The room was filled with the sounds of their love, the slap of flesh on flesh and the wet squelch of their joined bodies, a symphony of desire that grew louder and more frantic as they approached climax once more. And when he finally came, filling her once again, she felt a sense of completion, their union sealed by the mix of their fluids and the shared agony of their love.

As the final tremors of their shared orgasm subsided, Steven's expression grew serious, his eyes dark with an unspoken need. "Connie," he began, his voice gruff with lust, "You need to clean up this mess." His tone was firm, a stark contrast to the gentle lover he had been moments before. Connie's eyes widened with surprise, but she recognized the command in his voice and knew better than to argue. She rose shakily from the couch, her legs wobbly and her body still singing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

The room was indeed a wreck, a testament to their fervent love-making. She gathered their discarded clothing and the stained cushions, her mind racing with a mix of confusion and excitement. The transformation from tender lover to demanding alpha was thrilling, a side of him she hadn't seen before. She worked quickly, her movements efficient despite the lingering ache between her legs. As she tidied up, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of arousal at the thought of pleasing him, of serving his every need. The pain was a reminder of their connection, a reminder of who was in control, and she found herself eager to submit to his will. Once the lair was back in order, she turned to him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

"Is there anything else you need, Steven?" she asked. "Sure, leave from my gaze," he replied. 

The command was simple, but the implications were clear: he wanted to watch her, to see every inch of her body as she moved around the room. Connie felt a thrill of submission run through her as she took a step back, allowing him to feast on her bare, sticky form. She knew that even in this vulnerable state, she was powerful, that her beauty and the marks of their passion were a declaration of their bond. With a seductive sway of her hips, she bent over to pick up the last of the discarded clothing, her ass cheeks spreading slightly, giving him a view of her freshly fucked pussy and the gaping hole of her ass. She could feel his eyes on her, his hunger palpable, and it only served to stoke the embers of her own arousal. The room was a silent testament to their love, the air still thick with the scent of their mingled lust. As she straightened up, she caught his gaze again, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Without a word, Steven's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of Connie's hair, pulling her towards him with a fierce jerk. Her eyes widened in shock and arousal as she stumbled closer, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet." His grip tightened, and before she could even gasp, he flung her over his shoulder, her body weight no match for his superhuman strength. Connie's legs dangled in the air, her toes barely brushing the ground as he carried her to the shower, his cock still standing at attention, leaving a trail of cum and blood on the floor behind them. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the beat of his heart against her back, and the firmness of his grip as he held her in place.

The mix of pain and pleasure was exhilarating, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan of anticipation. The water was cold when it hit them, a stark contrast to the heat of their passion, but it served to refresh and cleanse them, washing away the remnants of their battle and their love. Under the stream, he turned her around to face him, his eyes burning with desire as he claimed her mouth once more, the water cascading over their bodies, mixing with their sweat and cum. The shower became their new battleground, their love a tempest that could not be tamed, their bodies moving in a dance of lust and dominance. With each touch, each kiss, each bite, they reaffirmed their connection, their love story written in the most explicit, raw, and immoral of terms.

As the water pummeled their bodies, the steam rising to obscure their vision, Steven's grip on Connie's hair loosened, allowing her to stand before him once more. His eyes searched hers, the intensity of his gaze making her knees weak. With a gentle tug, he led her out of the shower, her wet body glistening in the dim light. He grabbed a towel, roughly drying her off before wrapping it around her, his eyes never leaving hers. The power dynamics of their relationship had shifted, and Connie felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of what was to come. Despite the pain of their recent encounter, she was eager for more, her body craving the feeling of his dominance.

Their bond had been sealed in the most primal of ways, and as they stepped out of the shower, hand in hand, they knew that their love would continue to grow, fueled by the fire of their depraved desires. The future held more battles, more adventures, and more passionate nights like this, each one more intense than the last. Their story was one of love, but it was also one of darkness, a tale that would be whispered in the shadows of the galaxy, a testament to the unbridled power of desire. And as they walked back into the bedroom, their bodies still flushed with arousal, they couldn't wait to write the next chapter in their sordid, beautiful saga.