A Great Film - Imre (Mature)

The mother in front of you was covering her teenage daughter’s eyes. The girl was complaining and trying to push her away.

“I can’t believe you wanted to come here alone!” her mother chastises. An older man near them glares at her.

Imre fingers squeeze your knee. You look at him and the light from the screen illuminates parts of his face, showing deep crevices in his chiseled bone structure.

“I didn’t know this uninspired film would be this scandalous,” he claims.

“They’re finally allowed to lean into the sexiness of Dracula,” you reply.

He hums. His fingers squeeze your knee tighter. You look back at the screen. It is a very erotic scene in spite the fact that Dracula looks more like beast than he does man. There’s an inherent wrongness about the thrusts his monstrous form are inflicting upon his willing victim; she’s writhing in ecstasy.

If Crowny has a vagina*

You feel a slight throbbing in between your legs. You rub your thighs together as the wetness of your underwear sticks to your folds.

If Crowny has a penis*

You feel the warmest part of you strain against your pants. You rub your thighs together, trying to create friction. The tip of yourself creates a wet spot.

*

Imre moves his hand up your leg and when you think of where he could be going you immediately think of the shame you would feel at being masturbated at the movies. But for your relief – and slight disappointment – he grabs your hand.

Oh he wants to be romantic, you think.

He moves your hand away from your leg, over the arm rest and lays it against himself. You’re eyes widen when you feel the hardness under your palm. “Definitely not romantic.”

“Hm?”

You shake your head. Imre presses your hand against his arousal. You can feel the curvature of his shaft. He radiates heat. You side-eye, you’re not able to directly look him in the eyes in moments like this yet.

He’s staring passively at the screen.

“Imre,” you warn.

“I was inspired by what just traversed on screen,” he states. “This is what you wanted isn’t it you little pervert.”

You swallow. You know how he likes to degrade you when he’s turned on. He calls you all sorts of things and you won’t deny it makes you feel dirty. So dirty. You lick your lips as your eyes slowly trail down to the tent of his trousers.

“Imre there’s pe-”

“Get on your knees and suck me off. Now,” he commands in a low voice.

You throb again. You look at the mother ahead of you. She’s still arguing with her daughter. Everyone else has their eyes glued to the movie.

“Nena/e,” Imre intones. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Part of you wants to disobey him, to have him force you down and make you choke until you vomit. But you acquiesce and slide off your chair onto the carpeted floor. Your hands immediately make contact with sticky spots and singular popcorn pieces.

You swivel over to face him. Your hands splayed on his legs.

He’s not looking at you. His face is as nonchalant as ever. But with one hand he unbuckles his belt. You know what to do next. You’ve spent so much time on your knees in the past few weeks he doesn’t need to direct you as much. Although, it was sexy how he taught you how to suck him off.

You slowly unbutton his pants. His cock strains against the zipper and you swallow. You zip him down and palm him through his boxers. The only reaction you get from him is a blink.

You peel off his boxers and his cock nearly hits your nose. You take in a deep breath. His precum and musk mix together in a delicious cacophony.

You take a moment to take in his hardened shaft. You gently touch his tip with your finger.

“Put it in your mouth,” he orders.

He doesn’t say it angrily but you can feel his impatience in the way his fingers tap against the arm rests.

“Yes, Sir,” you reply sweetly.

At that Imre grabs your head and shoves your mouth roughly on his cock, you engulf it in one go. You nearly gag when it hits the back of your throat.

His fingers grip your hair and refuse to let go. You can barely breath, his public hair tickles your nose. Still, the feeling of having no control over your body. Just knowing that he will make you swallow and re-swallow on his dick until he cums makes you moan.

“Are you alright?” he has the audacity to ask.

You manage to nod your head slightly. He doesn’t loosen his grip.

You rise your mouth up until his tip is nearly out. He immediately pushes you back down. Your muffled groans make him pull your hair up and along with it your mouth again. Once again, before his cock can fully leave your lips he slams you back down.

He guides you like that. Up and down. Your saliva spills from your mouth and coats his shaft, sliding in trails to blanket his balls. You think he’s going to guide you until he orgasms but after five minutes in which your mouth is used as hole and nothing more he lets go of your hair.

“Make me cum, my little whore.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You bring your hand to cup his balls and start pumping your mouth up and down in a frenzy. He pops out of hole with an audibly ‘pop’ and for a second you remember there’s people around you.

Imre caresses your hair to tell you it’s ok.

You hungrily devour his cock in a perfect finesse. You can’t enough of his taste, his scent, how it vibrates against your lips every time you moan. Just knowing you’re giving pleasure might be enough for you to cum without touching yourself.

You forget that you’re not alone, that what you’re doing is illegal and just focus on getting him to the finish, to feel that creamy-

His legs tense beneath you and he grabs the back of your head for purchase as he keeps your mouth to his base. “Dios,” he curses.

Your tongue tastes his sweet sperm. It shoots along your tongue, under and over it and finally hits the back of your throat. It slides into your body in a thick ropey texture that makes you gag but you resolutely keep your mouth closed, refusing to let any out.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You do, giving him an innocent look that you know he likes so much.

He looks down at you with superiority as if he conquered the world. He swipes your bottom lip and says gently, “open your mouth, cielo.”

You flirtatiously comply, cum slides down your chin and Imre wipes it on his thumb and not looking away from you he sticks it in his mouth.

You close your mouth and deeply swallow.

“Practice has paid off, hasn’t it?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yes, sir.”

He snorts and cups your face. He forces you to stretch up and kiss him.

Author's note: I felt so embarrassed writing this XD But practice makes perfect and I need to get used to it if it's ever going to appear in the game