| Chainsaw Man | Chapter 5 - Domination / Intercourse

Her eyes, those golden-yellow orbs with their eerie concentric rings, seemed to bore into him, as if she could read every thought that dared to cross his mind. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck, and whispered, "Would you like to find out?" Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she felt him swell in her grip.

Makima gently guided Michael's hand away, her own replacing it with a confidence that sent a shiver down his spine. With a single finger, she traced the wetness around her entrance, collecting the slickness and bringing it back to coat his shaft. "Let's see if you can handle me," she murmured, her tone a blend of seduction and challenge.

She positioned him at the edge of her warm, welcoming folds, the head of his dick poised to breach her. Michael's breath hitched as he felt her tightness, so much different from what he was used to. Her hand remained wrapped around his base, guiding him as she began to move her hips in slow, sensual circles. The tip of his dick glided along the edge of her pussy, teasing and taunting him with the promise of what was to come.

"Makima," he gasped, his voice strained with desire.

"Hmm?" she responded, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she felt his tip graze against her clit. Her hand didn't relent, instead, she began to pump him faster, her grip tightening as she felt him growing more eager. Her other hand started to wander, tracing the contours of his chest, her fingers dancing over his firm pectorals and down the valley of his abs.

"You're so eager, aren't you?" she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. Her nails lightly scraped against his stomach, sending jolts of pleasure through him. "But we're not quite there yet," she added with a sadistic smile, her golden eyes snapping open to lock onto his.

With surprising agility, Makima straddled him, her toned thighs gripping his hips. She positioned herself over his erect cock, her wetness glistening in the dim light. "Cowgirl," she instructed, her voice a low purr. "Let's see how much of a man you truly are."

He watched, breath bated, as she lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch, she took him in, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt—snug, warm, and electrifying. When he was fully sheathed inside her, she paused, savoring the feeling. "Makima," he groaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her hips.

"Good boy," she purred, her eyes sparkling with amusement. With a wiggle of her hips, she began to ride him in earnest, her movements smooth and deliberate. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the room, punctuated by her occasional gasp or his ragged breath. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hardened nipples teasing him with every bounce. He couldn't help but reach out, cupping them in his left hand, feeling their weight as they filled his palm.

"Harder," she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she increased her pace. Michael obliged, his hand gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her with newfound strength. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo of sensations that had his toes curling and his eyes rolling back in his head. She met his every thrust, her walls clenching around him, her hips rolling in a way that was both mesmerizing and maddening.

"Yes," she hissed, her voice a sweet symphony of need. "Just like that."

Her golden eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she watched him, her body moving in a rhythm that seemed almost inhuman in its precision and allure. His dick was buried deep within her, her walls squeezing him tightly with each downward motion, her hips grinding against his pelvis as she sought her peak.

"Makima, I'm going to—" He tried to warn her, his voice strained.

"I know," she murmured, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Do it. Fill me up."

With a roar that was almost animalistic, Michael gave in to the building pressure, his hips bucking as he released his load into her. Makima's eyes widened slightly, a look of pure satisfaction crossing her face as she felt the warmth of his cum flood her insides. Her walls contracted around him, milking every last drop, and she couldn't help but smirk as she watched him come undone beneath her.

"Makima," he panted, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Good boy. You did well." Her voice was like a silky caress, sending shivers down his spine.

With a final, lingering stroke, she lifted herself off of him, his cock slipping out of her with an audible pop. Cum glistened on her inner thighs and began to dribble down her legs, painting a picture of their recent union. She stepped away from the bed, allowing him a moment to admire the sight before she turned to face him, her hand idly playing with her clit as she did.

"Quite a sight, don't you think?" she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Makima's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and hunger. "Your cum, inside me, marking me as yours." She crawled closer, her breasts swaying slightly with each step, her nipples still erect from the pleasure he had given her.

Michael lay there, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes locked on the glistening wetness between her legs. He could see his cum slowly seeping out, staining the sheets beneath them. "Makima," he murmured, his voice hoarse from passion.

Makima chuckled lightly, her eyes still holding that predatory gleam. "Ah, but we've only just begun, Michael," she said, her voice like a velvet whisper. She reached down between her thighs, her fingers coating themselves in their combined juices before bringing them to her mouth. She licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his, savoring the taste of him. "You see," she continued, "I have another hole that's just begging for your attention."

Her hand trailed down to her asshole, her sphincter puckering slightly as she touched it. "This one's much tighter, but I have a feeling you'll love it." Her voice was a siren's call, luring him in despite his exhaustion. He watched, transfixed, as she pushed a digit inside herself, her eyes fluttering closed briefly with pleasure. "Mmm," she hummed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Would you like to try?"

The sight of her finger disappearing into her tight hole was enough to stir Michael's cock back to life. It twitched and grew, his body responding to her siren's call despite the recent release. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Makima chuckled at his response, the sound low and knowing. "I thought you might," she said, her own voice dripping with anticipation. She straddled him again, her wetness smearing over his stomach as she positioned herself over his now-throbbing erection. "But first, let's make sure you're nice and hard for me."

With that, she began to rock her hips, her pussy sliding along the length of his dick. The sensation of her wetness against his sensitive skin was almost too much for Michael to handle. He watched, his eyes widening, as she touched herself, her hand moving in slow circles around her clit. The sight was intoxicating—her fingers slick with arousal, her pupils dilated with pleasure.

"Makima, I—I can't wait," he stuttered, his voice thick with desire.

"Patience, Michael," she cooed, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement as she felt him swell beneath her. "We're just getting started."

Her hand didn't leave her clit, her strokes growing more fervent as she felt his dick throb with newfound life. The anticipation was palpable, a heady scent that filled the room as she moved her body against his. Finally, with a wicked smile, she took his hand and guided it to her asshole, her finger tracing the tight ring before pressing it inside. "Do you feel that?" she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

He nodded, his heart racing as he felt her tense around his finger. "It's so... different," he managed to say, his voice tight with need.

Makima's eyes snapped open, her smile widening. "Mm, yes," she purred. "It's tight, isn't it?" She began to push down, taking his length into her ass, inch by torturous inch. The sensation was foreign, the resistance of her body almost painful in its intensity.

"Makima, it feels... incredible," Michael gasped, his voice strained as he felt himself stretching her tight hole. Her inner muscles clenched around him, gripping him like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Does it, now?" she asked, her eyes still gleaming with mischief. She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her ass taking him deeper with each movement. "I'm so glad you think so," she murmured, her voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. "You're so... tight," he managed to say through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought the urge to come again.

Makima's asshole clenched around his dick like a fist, the muscles inside her rippling as she moved. She felt like velvet wrapped around steel, her body welcoming him in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. "It's because I've never had anyone quite like you, you're the first one." she said, her voice a sultry purr. "You're special, Michael."

He groaned as she took him deeper, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced. "Your... ass... it's... so... tight," he managed to gasp out between thrusts.

Makima threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she took his cock in long, slow strokes, her asshole tightening and releasing around him in a way that was driving him wild. "It's all for you, Michael," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Only for you."

Her hand was still playing with her clit, the movements becoming more erratic as she neared her own climax. Michael watched, his eyes locked on the sight of her hand disappearing into her wetness, her knuckles glistening with arousal. "Fuck me harder than you can," she demanded, her voice a raspy moan that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

He obeyed without hesitation, his hips slamming up to meet hers, his cock plunging deep into her tight asshole. Each stroke was a battle between pleasure and pain, a dance of dominance and submission that had him on the edge of sanity. "Makima," he grunted, his grip on her hips tightening, his thrusts growing more erratic as his climax approached.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice a breathy pant. "Give it to me. Fill me up." Her hand moved faster on her clit, her breath hitching as she felt her own orgasm building. "Harder," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

Her ass clenched around him as he thrust into her, her inner walls fluttering with the beginnings of her climax. The sensation was overwhelming, and Michael knew he couldn't last much longer. With a final, guttural groan, he released his cum deep inside her, feeling the heat of it fill her up. Makima's body tightened around him, her muscles spasming as she came, her moan of pleasure a symphony to his ears.

As they both panted for breath, Makima collapsed onto him, her head resting on his chest. He could feel her heart pounding against him, a rapid staccato that matched his own. Her ass remained impaled on his cock, the warmth of her body surrounding him as she lay still. Cum began to dribble out of her, painting a sticky path down her thighs and onto the bed.

"You did so well, Michael," she cooed, her voice still thick with lust. "So very well."