Hydra's laboratory, with its sterile walls and buzzing machines, seemed to vibrate under the raw intensity of Gojo and Shoko. Their bodies, tangled in a frenzy of desire, disregarded the clinical environment. The workbench trembled under Gojo's assaults, his cock plunging deeply into Shoko's wet pussy, each thrust punctuated by his hoarse cries and the guttural grunts of his captain. His fingers, still gripping her clitoris, rubbed it with ruthless precision, making her arch against him, her breasts pressed against his chest.
But Gojo, insatiable, wanted more. He withdrew abruptly, leaving Shoko panting, her thighs glistening with her own pleasure. "Not yet," he murmured, a predatory smile on his lips. He spun her around, slamming her face down on the workbench, his hands spreading her buttocks to expose her swollen pussy and tight ass. "You challenged me, Shoko. Let's see how far you can go."
Far from submitting, Shoko turned her head to give him a burning look. "Show me, Captain," she provocatively challenged, her voice trembling with excitement. Gojo growled, his hand landing on her buttock with a loud slap that made her moan. He spat on his fingers, sliding them along her slit before plunging them into her ass, preparing her with deliberate slowness. Shoko bit her lip, her hips undulating against his fingers, her body adapting to the intrusion.
Without preamble, he lined up his cock, glistening with his juices, and smoothly penetrated her ass. Shoko screamed, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands clawing at the smooth surface of the workbench. "Fuck, Gojo!" she gasped, but her hips pushed back, inviting him to continue. He fucked her with brutal intensity, his deep and fast thrusts, his balls slapping against her pussy with each movement. One hand slid around her, his fingers diving back into her pussy, fingering her in rhythm with his thrusts.
"You like that, huh?" he growled, his voice hoarse as he pounded her, his other hand pulling her hair to arch her back. Shoko, lost in a haze of pleasure, could only moan, her body trembling under the assault. Her breasts, pressed against the workbench, rubbed against the cold metal, adding a sharp sensation to the storm building within her.
But Gojo, never satisfied with just one position, suddenly lifted her up, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. He sat on a laboratory stool, placing her astride him, facing him. "Ride me, Shoko," he ordered, his eyes gleaming with challenge. She didn't hesitate, grabbing his still hard cock and impaling herself on it, her pussy engulfing him to the hilt. A guttural moan escaped her as she began to move, her hips rolling with fierce precision, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Gojo grabbed her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs before leaning in to suck on one, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Shoko moaned, her hands digging into his white hair, guiding him harder against her. "Harder," she gasped, accelerating her movements, her pussy slapping against him, the wet sound resonating in the laboratory. Gojo growled, his hands descending to grip her buttocks, helping her to ride up and down on his cock, each impact sending waves of pleasure through their bodies.
But Shoko, ever bold, changed the angle, leaning back to rest on her hands, offering Gojo a perfect view of her pussy stretching around his cock. "Look at this, Captain," she murmured, a provocative smile on her lips. Gojo swore, his fingers finding her clitoris again, rubbing it in quick circles as she rode him with wild intensity. The stool creaked under their weight, threatening to give way, but neither of them cared.
Suddenly, Gojo lifted her again, carrying her to a glass wall of the laboratory. He pressed her against the glass, her legs wrapped around his waist, and penetrated her again, his cock plunging into her pussy with a force that made the glass tremble. "You're mine, Shoko," he growled, his lips brushing against her neck as he fucked her against the wall, his deep and relentless thrusts. Shoko, nails dug into his shoulders, cried out his name, her body shaken by each impact, her breasts pressed against his chest.
He spun her around, placing her on all fours on the cold laboratory floor, her knees scraped by the tiles. "Spread yourself," he ordered, and Shoko obeyed, arching her back to offer him full access. Gojo knelt behind her, his cock sliding back into her pussy, but this time, he added a finger in her ass, moving it in rhythm with his thrusts. Shoko moaned, her forehead against the floor, her body trembling under the double stimulation. "Fuck, Gojo, you're… too much," she gasped, but her hips pushed back, craving more.
He sped up, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock pulsating inside her as his fingers delved deeper. "You're so tight," he growled, his free hand landing on her buttocks, leaving a red mark. Shoko screamed, her body clenching around him, pleasure overwhelming her like a wave. But Gojo didn't slow down, fucking her with a ferocity that seemed to defy human limits, his own pleasure rising with each moan he elicited from Shoko.
He lifted her up again, laying her on her back on an examination table in the center of the laboratory. He spread her thighs, plunging his tongue into her pussy, eagerly licking her juices. Shoko moaned, her hands gripping his hair, her hips lifting to meet his mouth. "Gojo, fuck, your tongue…" she gasped, her words fading into a cry as he sucked on her clitoris, his fingers plunging into her again, fingering her with surgical precision.
But he didn't let her come that way. He straightened up, his cock still hard, and penetrated her again, his hands lifting her hips for a deeper angle. Shoko cried out, her legs trembling as he fucked her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He leaned in to kiss her, their tongues intertwining in a messy kiss, the taste of her pussy still on his lips. "You're perfect," he murmured against her mouth, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, the metal of the table squeaking under them.
He rolled her onto her side, one leg raised on his shoulder, and continued to fuck her, his cock plunging at an angle that made her scream. His fingers found her clitoris again, rubbing it in quick circles, and Shoko, overwhelmed, clawed at the table, her body convulsing. "Gojo, I…" she began, but her words were lost in a cry as he sped up, his cock pulsating inside her, his own pleasure on the brink of explosion.
He lifted her once more, placing her astride him as he lay on the table, his hands guiding her hips. "Ride me again," he growled, and Shoko, her eyes gleaming with challenge, impaled herself on his cock, her movements wild and desperate. Her breasts bounced, her hands pressing on his chest, her nails leaving red marks. Gojo growled, his hands gripping her buttocks, helping her to move faster, harder, their bodies slapping against each other in a frenzied rhythm.
The laboratory, once a sanctuary of science, was now a theater of raw lust, Shoko's cries and Gojo's grunts echoing against the walls. Each position, each movement, seemed to push the limits of their endurance, their insatiable desire driving them to continue, again and again, in a dance of pleasure and domination.