Sonic and Surge 5
Sonic and Surge's night of fun comes to an end
This is a _Sonic the Hedgehog _fanfiction. All characters are copyright their respective owners and are written as above the age of 18.
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Surge spreads her legs slightly, inviting Sonic inside.
He takes the opportunity, slipping in. She’s so warm inside, inviting him and softly nudging him deeper.
The inexperienced hedgehog grunts and groans, pushing himself deeper into his lover, letting out a delighted sigh as he feels her body wrap around him.
The tenrec coos, her pussy stretched and filling to the modestly sized member within her. She had imagined this for so long, and she holds tight to him as they are joined for the first time.
It is an awkward thing, one’s first time having sex. It’s full of fumbling and mistakes, but none matters when it is with someone you genuinely care about. Each slips out, each bump against the wall, and each awkward pause for another angle adds to the story of these two and their most delectable dance.
Soon enough, Sonic reaches a pace that seems just right. He slides into her, pushing as he moves his hands down her sides, grabbing onto her hips. His gasps and grunts reach Surge’s ears, making her smile as she lies there, her face rosy, her small tits bouncing. After all, his thrusts are hard enough to move her, and they hit her just right, over and over again, in her perfect spot. This makes her gasp and makes her squirm underneath him, her hands holding onto his shoulders, squeezing them, keeping herself as steady as she can.
She bites her lip, rocking against his penis, rubbing it, grinding it, sending more and more sensations shooting up his rod and through his body.
Sonic tilts his head back, closing his eyes. His breath is heavy, coming out of his chest and moving through his shoulders. It comes in loud huffs as he keeps it up. Despite being such a good runner, the adrenaline that pumps through his body here is unlike anything he’s felt before. Certainly, thrusting his hips over and over again into something is so foreign to him that he finds himself tiring out.
But he can’t let that happen.
He can’t let this end. He has to see it through.
He lowers himself onto her again, pressing his body to hers, rocking his hips, plapping against her, his cock burying all the way inside Surge’s body.
Her own rocking makes the two of them clash, their bodies kissing, making contact over and over again as the space between them slickens and drools with delight.
For anyone who would be watching, it would be quite the scene, indeed.
But they are alone. Their secret watchers disappeared so long ago, moving their surveillance to somewhere far away—to another pair that does not share their love. They would surely mourn if they knew there were other possibilities in the multiverse for their love to be hated.
But for now, none of that matters. Instead, what matters is that they are nearing their climax. With more pathetic cries rushing up from either of them, their voices getting higher and higher with each passing thrust, it is a battle to see who will last the longest or whether they will come together.
They tighten their grasp and kiss each other, their tongues dancing. But it doesn’t take long for Surge’s body to contract around Sonic’s length, stimulating him as she falls into her burst of delightful climax, screaming into his mouth.
He can’t handle it, and he, too, fills her up with the warm expulsions of goopy goodness.
The two break their kisses, staring at each other with hooded eyes, licking their lips, and waiting to hear what the other says.
“S… so, inside, hu-huh?” asks Surge.
“Aw geez,” Sonic says, rubbing his head. “Well, guess we’re rolling the dice, huh?”
She nuzzles against him. “I think I’m good playing that game with you.”
His eyes brighten, and he nods. “Well, how about we cuddle and wait to see what happens next?”
She snickers, pecking him on the cheek. “I think I can do that.
The two snuggle on that couch, not moving and enjoying each other’s company. Of course, with them both so close to one another, listening out to their sighs and the sweet nothings they give one another, neither hear the car pulling up nor notice anything strange until the key turns in the lock.
Sonic scrambles, trying to pull himself free from Surge, but her legs are still entwined with his, and the two roll off and fall to the floor.
The door opens, and Bre, Lexus, and Kit step in. “Can’t believe the performance was rained out!” grumbles Bre.
Kit’s and Bre’s eyes flash.
Lexus and Bre stop, stare at the sight before them, and then Bre, her face burning red, her hands placed squarely akimbo, shouts, “Sonic! Surge! You two are in so much trouble!”
All in all, though, it was totally worth it.
But they know full well that many wedgies and other such punishments are in their future.