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It was in the forest when he saw him. He didn't think he'd see anyone this deep, but there he was: a tall, brutish-looking man in vibrant orange armor. Rivali could only see his large back from where he hid, broad and wide, the spikes on his shoulders making him look even bigger. What was a man like that doing so deep in the forest like this?
He looked at him more closely. His arm was above his head on the tree, the other hidden in front of him, his tasset tossed to the ground. He couldn't see what he was doing but the constant stream of an unknown yet familiar liquid showing between his legs quickly brought a guess to his head.
Crass, dirty.
Rivali couldn't imagine how rude it was to just piss in public like that. Sure, there was no one around - besides him, of course, but that's beside the point - but surely he could have some modicum of decency, right?
Rivali found himself at an impasse. He wanted to continue on his journey but the man was right to the side of the path. He didn't want to be noticed but that would be inevitable. And he felt like a pervert waiting for him to finish and carry on his way. Surely, this was an invasion of privacy. Then again, he was doing this out in public. He must've calculated the possibility of someone passing by before doing this. Unless he didn't care, which was even worse. Rivali couldn't choose but his decision would be made for him.
He made a soft sigh of relief when he heard the man finally stop pissing. There was a moment of silence, he'd stop moving, then a subtle movement in his shoulder. Rivali was confused, what was he doing now? The man let out a loud sigh, his hand moving faster, a fast repetitive movement just in front of him. Oh Gods, no, don't do that here!
Rivali groaned in disgust. Just when he thought he could give the man the benefit of the doubt, he went and did that . In public, no less. Disgusting! Rivali looked away, making a short huff of disapproval. His eyes slowly found their way back to him, tracing his frame and the filigree of his armor. He caught the barest hint of skin, just barely there, peaking over his belt that was loosened to let his cock out. Tan skin rubbed raw by his rough clothes. He could only imagine how flushed his skin got at the tip of his dick with the way he was stroking it so furiously. And the soft grunts grew louder and louder. Moaning like a animal in heat. Rivali looked away again, in disbelief that he was still here watching him, that he could hear the moans and grunts of a man pleasuring himself right in front of him, that he could feel himself growing warmer at the blatantly perverted display. Gods, was he really just a pervert at the end of the day? Well, he hadn't bothered to move an inch since he stumbled upon this man, so maybe he really was. Rivali snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the man shifting positions, his armor clinking as he turned around and thudded his back against the tree. Now Rivali had an unobscured view of him. His large hand wrapped around his dick in a vice grip, said dick was the largest he'd ever seen. Red and leaking the precum he used as lube to stroke himself faster. Rivali swallowed, his pants growing uncomfortable. How could he do something so obscene out in the open like this? Rivali bit his lip, perverted thoughts clouding his mind. He wanted to know exactly how hot his dick was, how hard it would throb in his hands. Gods, even the way his precum dribbled out of his fat tip was enticing. He wanted to taste its saltiness on his tongue and choke on it. His gaze slowly trailed upwards, following the rough detailing of his armor up and up until he saw something startling. That intense gaze, a furious-looking eye, stared directly at him .
Rivali felt his blood run cold. There's no way he knew he was there; the canopy provided enough shade and the bush enough cover to hide him. And yet he was sure he was looking at him. The soft chuckle and tugging of his dick as if showing himself off gave him the answer he needed. When did he notice? Just now? From the beginning? Did his presence just make him harder faster? Fuck, he hoped so.
The man groaned louder, looking him right in the eye as he made a show of jerking off in front of him. Even pulling and squeezing on his fat balls while he thumbed on his tip. Gods, he wanted to be there.
Before he knew it, Rivali found himself walking to the man, his legs traveling against his will until he was right in front of him. The man smiled knowingly behind that intense-looking helmet, finding his attempt at resisting cute. Rivali stopped at his feet, standing awkwardly stiff, unsure of what to do with himself now. The man hummed and pulled him closer by his belt, pressing him against his dick. Rivali shivered. Fuck, his dick was as hot as he thought; he could feel it through his pants! The man hummed again. He moved his hips forward, thrusting against his crotch despite the rough material of his pants. It was so obvious what he wanted, and Rivali so clearly wanted that too.
Rivali fumbled to get his belt open, shaky fingers soon eagerly tugging his pants and boxers down as well. The man laughed, rubbing his tip against his clit.
“What cute panties for a cute guy like you.” The man said.
He rubbed circles on his clit with his tip, making obscene sounds with the slick that gathered there. Rivali wanted to retort but it was hard to do so with that fat, throbbing head rubbing right against him. And the slide, oh that delicious, slow thrust of his cock rubbing against his clit and entrance was absolutely amazing. He couldn't find the words, the strength, the drive to say anything. Not yet anyway.
“I was wondering when you'd finally show yourself. Lurking about like a fucking creep watching me take a piss. You didn't think I would notice, huh? Stupid pervert.”
He grabbed onto Rivali's thighs, pushing them together while he moved his hips back and forth. He pulled him close until their waists touched. Rivali pushed against his chest but was far too weak to gain much space between them.
“What, getting cold feet now? Too late, Pretty Boy, this is what you get for being a lil perverted fuck.”
The man held onto his legs tightly and pulled his hips back until only the tip was held by his delicious thighs, only to suddenly thrust forward into his pants.
“ Fuck ! S-Slow down!” Rivali growled between moans, digging his claws into the man's arms where his armor didn't cover, but his defiance only spurred him on more.
“ Fuuuuuuuck , that's such a good pussy on ya, Pretty Boy. Can't wait to give it a nice fuck.”
The man growled right in his ear, moaning obscenities that tickled his nerves and made his cunt ache. With each long drag of his fat cock against his entrance, his heat tingled the sensitive flesh of his inner legs and made his drip all over his shaft. Gods, he was throbbing so tastily he couldn't help the pathetic whimpers that bubbled in his throat. He tried to push away again, hands on his chest and angling himself away from him, but in doing so, gave his sensitive clit the torment his entrance suffered. Rivali cursed under his breath, biting his bottom lip hard to stop himself from moaning so hard but he was failing so deliciously it only made the man fuck his thighs harder.
“ Gods , hahaha! Did you get this wet watching me piss or watching me jerk off? Unbelievable. Would you have jerked off if I didn't invite you over, rubbing that sweet clit till you came on the ground?”
“Stop talking!” Rivali growled but he was cut off by his own stifled moan.
“But you get so wet when I talk, or do you only want my cock? Fine, I'll give it to you.”
The man changed his footing suddenly and thrusted forward, angling upwards ever so slightly. Every time he slammed his hips into his, the head of his cock just barely nudged his oh-so-inviting hole, teasing not only his eager clit but his drooling pussy in a way that drove him insane. The probability of him slipping inside grew with each passing second. Oh, that didn't even come to mind; the possibility of him being inserted by a complete stranger, an unclean man with an even dirtier mouth. Oh, gods, that sounds so… alluring .
“That's it, Pretty Boy, tighten up just like that. I'm almost there.”
It took a few moments but soon Rivali's vision was being clouded by dark spots, the pain of holding back his own pleasure getting too much for his poor little clit and pussy. He felt like he was going to burst.
“That's it, just like that. Oh, you feel so good, Baby. Such a nice little cunt you have.”
Rivali held onto him the best he could. Unable to keep himself steady as he threw his head back. Unable to properly keep himself together as he came so hard and so suddenly on his shaft while the man dug his face into his neck, he swore if the face guard wasn't there he'd be biting on his neck instead.
“Shit, fuck, hold on, Pretty Boy. I'll give you your reward for being such a nice lil pervert for me.”
The man slowed his pace, now holding onto Rivali's ass and jerking himself off while he moved languidly. He moaned into the crook of his neck, nudging his cock-head right at his entrance but never going in. Each movement made his sensitive hole ache and quiver. He just wanted him to put it in already but alas, he couldn't get what he wanted today. The man grunted loudly and soon came a hot, sticky, pulsing of something onto his pussy. Rivali fought against him again but the man held him firmly, making sure to make a downright mess of his sex and underwear. It was only when he finally emptied himself that he let him go, and Rivali finally managed to push himself away. He looked down at himself and grimaced, quivering in what he wished was anger.
Rivali's pussy was flushed and dark blue, smeared with his own slick and bathed in a thick sticky, white substance that reminded him of glue, clit absolutely swollen and throbbing. Disgust was the first thing that came to mind, then a shiver when he felt it sticking to his entrance. His face flushed.
“Hehehe, you look perfect like that.”
Rivali looked up at the man, who looked back at him so smugly. He wiped the excess cum and slick off his dick onto his hand and lazily tucked himself back into his pants. Rivali, as if only just realising what just happened, fumed.
“What am I supposed to do about this?!” He yelled, motioning towards his still exposed crotch.
The man shrugged, “you're the horndog here, figure it out.”
The man started walking towards him. Rivali stepped back but nearly stumbled, his pants still around his thighs. The man grabbed his face and pulled him forward. Rivali clawed at his wrist but to no avail. The man towered over him, his big, burly body casting a dark shadow over him with ease. Rivali felt a certain fear grip his heart. He could feel his heart breath seep through his helmet. What was he going to do, eat him?
The man then pressed his faceguard against his, as if kissing him? Rivali was too stunned to think until the man pulled away, a cheeky grin curling his eye.
“Name's Fight Knight, Pretty Boy. Holler if you ever wanna be a pervert again, hehehe.”
The man then let him go, picked up his tasset and walked away, laughing loudly to himself. Rivali watched him leave, it felt like he'd just been hit by a hurricane, and all the fatigue staved off by the adrenaline and pleasure from before suddenly went away. He let out a big sigh and slouched over. He wiped his face and- ugh, what was that? A sticky, white substance on his fingers. Did that man, Fight Knight, actually…no way. That disgusting bastard.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
Somehow, somewhere else, Fight Knight burst out laughing, content with himself.