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Mother Miranda was worse than the grinding gears he heard all day in his domain, a nagging voice demanding progress faster than he could even get started. He was overworked and it still wasn't enough. Even more irritating, Lady D had her routine of standing above everyone, literally looking down at him with those sadistic, prying eyes.
The things he would do to smash that doll into pieces with his hammer. So many schemes, so little time.
For once, he wouldn't mind howling with his lycans.
He adjusted his windswept hair under his well-worn hat, his sunglasses darkening the sight of the abysmal factory even more. As much as he loved your company, it was something in the way of his experiments.
Karl didn't really sleep that much but lately he was certainly stretching it thin. Without the feeling of you against him, your tired sighs after a long day lulling him to bed, he was definitely missing that luxury on his tattered mattress.
When he opened the door, what he saw must have been a fever dream. The squeaking door was the prologue to all the noises you two would soon make.
You sat on his desk, disregarding the papers and plans he had been preparing, completely nude.
The warm lantern light cast a strong yellowy shadow against your nipples, contouring your body. Karl lowered his glasses on reflex, whistling at the sight.
"Either I'm dreaming, or you're seriously going to get off my desk."
You rolled your eyes.
"You're a sight for tired eyes yourself, honey." You winked. Karl fake-laughed, coming closer to admire you.
Yep, you were totally naked. He focused his gaze at your mound, thinking of all the times he would welcome himself between your thighs, lapping at your nectar.
"I have work to do," Karl grunted, an eyebrow raised.
You giggled, spreading your naked legs, your perfect bottom on his paperwork. A hand pulled him by his shirt, you kissing him with those plush lips.
"I'm work, do me."
Now, he was really at a cross-road here.
Rail your brains out, or be productive?
Productivity? Hearing you cry out his name?
Work more or fuck harder?
The answer was in the way Karl immediately kissed you back, already swiping his tongue against yours. He practically threw his chair aside to make room for himself.
You giggled, running your hands along his strong scarred arms. The very scent of him, bringing in the winter chill just a smidge, excited your nerves as he ground against you. His hat came off, you catching it and putting it on your own head. Without the hat, his rugged features were in full light, dark eyes reflecting your punk glory.
"Fuck, you're a little minx." A very prominent bulge hidden behind his zipper tapped against your flushed folds, your fingers joining in to rub your clit. Karl had thought about you while he scrawled endless notes and threw a multitude of metal nails into the walls.
Nothing beats the sight of the real deal outside of his own consciousness.
He hissed when you unzipped his pants, his ruddy and thick cock bobbing to rest on your cunt, the head already leaking pre on your smooth skin.
His gloved hands spread you open, almost salivating at your wettened folds. Yet you already lined yourself up to him, greedy for more and disregarding the foreplay. You wanted him now, your hips twitching to bump his prominent vein on your bud. He rocked against you, jaw tensed from just the friction of your folds.
"Can you blame me? You haven't fucked me in ages." You teased.
Your smug little face became alit with a burning pleasure as Karl pushed himself in. He audibly groaned, your warmth engulfing him.
Damn it, you squirmed and moaned as his girth stretched your walls your fingers never could, your stomach tensing.
A gloved hand pushed one of your legs up, perfectly slotting him into you.
Karl breathed hard through his nose, blood racing through his veins. In his moment of euphoria, you tugged his hair.
"Are you falling asleep on me?" You pouted, despite your reddened face from just fitting him to the hilt.
Karl pulled out, grinning at your slight shiver of his ridges catching your walls.
A cry left your mouth as Karl grabbed both your hands with his larger one, pinning them to the wall. He had forgone the need to bend some metal into restraints like he usually did, instead he just wanted to fuck the words right out of your mouth, no longer caring to answer your bratty taunts.
The jingle of his belt against the edge of the desk was in the background to your shared moans, the friction of his skin against your swollen clit sparking hot jolts of pleasure, squeezing down on his shaft.
Sweat began to run down your cleavage, Karl giving your breast a hickey, a string of spit from his bottom lip to your nipple.
All this pent-up frustration and tension left Karl practically ramming into you, your pussy feeling sore already. His canines looked awfully sharp in the light as he forwent pinning your hands down, his own gripping the table to better fuck into you.
You had relished in his animalistic groans and how the table banged against the wall. The drag of his cock to and fro your g-spot left you breathless, small "ah-ah-ah!" noises leaving your throat.
Two shaking hands held onto his coat, scrambling to keep close to him, your nipples creating friction with his shirt's fabric. Everything about him gave you a new sensation, something you couldn't get enough of.
Karl was getting close but not as close as you were, squirming and locking your ankles to keep his cock right against your raised spot. As you huffed his name between warbled moans, he helped himself to swallow your cries of pleasure and pain, gloved fingers bruising your sides, bringing you down to the hilt.
Any poor soul near your proximity would hear the wet slapping of flesh and the shared and desperate kisses you gave each other, until you came with a final shout, whimpering as Karl cursed at your sudden tightness even more than before. He chased after his own orgasm, your overstimulation arousing him exponentially.
A hot and wet feeling was in your navel as Karl stilled his abrasive thrusts, grinding within you as if he didn't want your shared fluids to seep out. The two of you stared at each other, faces more relaxed after your releases, almost drugged out by your own endorphins.
Karl pulled out, a small bead of pearly cum already seeping out of you. Leather crudely pressed against your flower, a satisfied look on his face.
"I needed that." He commented, putting his now flaccid cock away in his pants. You left your clothes folded on the bed, a clearly planned-out plot to get your rocks off. You agreed, a bite mark on your clavicle from his earlier ministrations, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
His smile fell when he realized his work was still under you, But with the way his head felt much lighter and his body relaxed, he almost didn't feel like losing his temper for once.
"You're rewriting all of those." He huffed, giving you a firm spank as you left the surface of the desk.
"Oh, I know." You snarked, finding something to clean the slickness on your inner thigh. Karl silently handed you a cloth, chuckling.
Man, he loved you.