The Lemon

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You couldn't believe your eyes. One of the largest massacres to ever occur in York New City, lead by none other than the man from the cafe. Supposedly, he had died. But you didn't believe it. Not after your encounter with him. Instead, you pictured him shirtless, covered in warm blood. Sweating, maybe placing his fingers back into your warm crevice. Soon, your own hand found its way there. Touching and rubbing gently as you let out small moans, just imaging what this criminal was going to do to you when he found you. Little did you know, he already had. 
Chrollo watched you as your squirmed under your own touch. He was surprised you hadn't noticed him outside your window. He wasn't quite sure how and if to interrupt your own "personal care session". So he began his own. Slowly stroking his cock as he watched you come closer to your own orgasm, he quickly became more desperate. His cock had gone from decently stiff, to twitching and dripping as he bucked into his own hand, in a matter of minutes. And soon he couldn't take it any more. Without tucking himself back in, he burst through your window, scaring the snot out of you and forcing you to look for your sunglasses.

You blushed a deep red as you realized that he must have been watching you perform such a lewd act. But this changed when you saw his swollen cock sticking out of his trousers. "I've come for my retribution Hana," he murmured deeply as he began motioning for you to come closer. "And I have an idea for those eyes of yours."

Still dripping from your own masturbation, you crawled over on all fours towards Chrollo. You had never been this close to a cock before. Nevermind one as delicious looking as this. Hesitantly, you reached out to grab it. Chrollo had to stifle a moan. Slowly stroking it, smearing his precum around the head, you began pondering what to do with it. Meanwhile, Chrollo had to lean against the wall in order to keep his balance. Your delicate hands were doing wonders for his cock, they were teasing him just the way he liked it.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you stuck his cock as far deep into your mouth as you could. Chrollo groaned loudly and wrapped his hands in your hair, urging you to continue. And you did so happily. Using one hand to touch yourself and the other to stroke the part of his cock that didn't fit into your mouth, you began swirling your tongue around his head. Sucking loudly and drooling all over his cock, you increased your pace on both him and yourself.
"Ah fuck, I knew this would be great, I knew it would be wort-- Fuuuck," he moaned again. You began gagging a bit as he forced himself deeper into your mouth. Without warning, he pulled himself out of your mouth and a stream of cum plastered your face and sunglasses. He held and massaged his cock as he continued to cum onto your face.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you Hana? Mmm, you love my cum don't you? Are you going to cum to me cumming like the naughty woman you are?" He questioned you. All you could do was whine a yes as you leaned back and began toying with your clit, letting out feminine whines and yelps as you became closer to your own finish.

"Yes, Master." He stated as he knelt down towards you, waiting for you to correct yourself.

"Y-yes, Master!" You squeaked. Chrollo removed his jacket and pants, put on a condom and wordlessly moved his member towards your entrance. His own hand slipped over yours, doubling the pleasure as he toyed with your clit and began pushing his fingers in and out of you. Quickly, he grabbed your hand, preventing you from the orgasm that was so close.

"I don't think you need to see at all. Let's try this instead." He pulled out a bandana and moved to cover your eyes with it. "Perfect," he purred. His lips crashed down on yours and your hands quickly flew into his hair, trying to pull him as deeply as you could into the kiss. After a minute or two, he broke the kiss. "Your lips even taste like death. I wonder what your other lips taste like." He slowly moved downward and began sloppily kissing your sopping wet folds. You tried to hold back the loud moans that kept bubbling up in your throat. "Be loud for me Hana. Let me hear what a lewd little girl you are." He commanded. Obeying, you began letting out loud, sensual moans, that turned him on further. His tongue roamed your womanhood, inserting itself at random, occasionally flicking at your clit. You were incredibly close, when suddenly he moved his lips to hour clit and sucked. The orgasm hit you like a lightening bolt and you screamed out his name. He looked up at you, he cock twitching at the sight of the you submissive and blindfolded.

"If you loved that, then you're going to love what I do to you next." Readjusting himself and giving you just a moments rest, he plunged his large cock into your wet opening. This caused you to scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Tell me" he started, as he slowly pumped into you once. "If I'm the master of you," another slow pump and a whine from you, "And you're the Harbinger of Death" one more deeper, harder push and and a much louder moan from you, "What does that make me?" He finished with another slow pump.

"It makes you" you began, pausing for another deep thrust, "The master," a moan from you, "of death!" You yelled out. Chrollo rapidly increased his speed, pumping in and out of you.

"Oh yes, say it again Hana! Who am I!?" He roared as he thrusted wildly into you.
"My master! My master! The master of death!" You screamed out as you approached your second orgasm. He crashed his lips against yours once more as his thrusts became more erratic, driving you over the edge. You bit his lip as you moaned out, bucking your hips in response to the orgasm he had just given you. Chrollo followed suit and more cum leaked out of his cock as he rode out what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had.

Slowly, everything came to a stop. Chrollo and you simply laid down panting. "Fuck I'm already addicted. You're going to have to come with me." He whispered.

Exhausted and completely spent, you simply whispered back, "Okay."

Because you were addicted too.

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