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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marilyn Manson or anything affiliated with him or the band. I don't know any of these famous people in real life and none of this story happened. This is fiction and just for fun. I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: ‘So cut away my pain and use my corpse for your little games.' - Jerk by Bile

Chapter Seventeen: Spending Time
The rest of the dinner went uneventfully, Manson and Raven sitting down to a companionable dinner. Although when the waiter brought Raven’s food, her reaction was almost enough to make Manson burst out laughing. Still chuckling at her pale, nauseous expression, the singer offered to let her eat off his plate.
Only feeling slightly mortified by the repercussions of her random ordering earlier, Raven happily shared the simple spaghetti that Manson offered. As she ate, it dawned on her that the other diner’s had changed their attitude. In fact they were being treated as just another couple in a slightly crowded restaurant. Relaxing a bit, Raven looked back at Manson only to be startled by him staring directly at her.
Finding herself breathless, Raven gazed into his mismatched orbs as he kept staring at her. Reaching across the table and taking her hand gently in his, Manson gently brushed the top of her uninjured hand with his black lips. “Let’s get you home,” he purred in a voice that made her toes tingle and her insides feel wobbly.
“M-manson?” she gasped out in an unsure voice, a light blush coloring her cheeks. An unidentified emotion flashed in his eyes, making an odd hot flash race through her entire body.
“Come,” he rumbled out, gently pulling her to her feet as he got up.
Ginger and Amanda walked down a deserted side path in the park, their hands loosely entwined as they traveled in companionable silence. A sudden ring tone broke the silence, causing the drummer to fumble with the dark blue phone in his haste to answer. “Ack! Y-yes?!” he gasped into the phone, clutching the deep blue plastic.
“Hey Ging! Its just Johnny. Listen! On the insistence of Tim, we’re going to be staying at a different hotel to give Manson and Raven some privacy. I took the opportunity to set up a room for you guys as well,” the actor chirped happily. A loud crash followed by an angry yell made Ginger wince and pull the phone away from his head.
“Johnny? Was that Pogo?” Ginger groaned, fighting the urge to facepalm at the situation.
“Erm, yeah. John 5 and him got a little drunk,” Johnny answered, sounding distracted. Another loud crash made Ginger wince.
“We’ll be right there, just try to keep him from destroying the whole hotel,” the drummer hissed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he shut his phone.
“Let me guess, we have to go save a certain actor from a group of rowdy band members?” Amanda quipped with a gentle smile, rolling her green eyes in amusement.
“Looks like. Listen, Johnny set up a room for us in the hotel they’re at. Would you be willing to stay there with me tonight?” Ginger asked shyly, avoiding her gaze as he led the way to the streets.
“Wha? Buh? Why are they staying at a different hotel?! Why would I want to stay at a different hotel?” Amanda asked shrilly, looking at Ginger with astonishment as they halted by a street corner.
Ginger waved down a cab, grinning sheepishly as he locked gazes with the woman beside him. “Well Tim sorta decided to give Manson and Raven some space and Johnny agreed. If you’d rather go back to the other hotel I can have the cab take you,” Ginger offered as a cab pulled up beside them.
Amanda sighed raggedly, running her uninjured hand through her curly, brown hair as the bleach blonde drummer opened the cab door for her. “If Manson is gonna try what I think he is, I’d much rather not be around for it,” she grumbled to herself as she slid into the back of the yellow cab.
Ginger only cleared his throat nervously as he slid in the back beside her. “I don’t think he’ll go that far but I wouldn’t put it out of the realm of possibility,” he finally responded, staring down at his black jeans covered legs.
“Can we please talk about anything other than whether or not your boss is going to pork my best friend?” Amanda begged, a slightly desperate edge to her voice.
“Well, we can try to plan how to deal with a very drunk, belligerent Pogo?” Ginger chuckled, placing a cautious hand on her knee.
“Oh God! Why did it have to be fucking Pogo!” Amanda groaned, leaning back into the black leather seat and pressing her palms against her face.
Manson’s energy had shifted to something darkly sexual during the ride home. Raven could almost swear she could feel an aura of lust around the singer as he sat in the back of the car with her. His mismatched eyes hadn’t left her once and he had one arm wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her close. Even Twiggy had sensed the difference and kept silent for the entire drive.
Feeling increasingly nervous, Raven tried to ignore the odd energy pouring from Manson. In fact she was trying to look anywhere but at him, afraid of what she would see if she locked eyes with the performer. A fact that seemed the bother her male companion quite a bit. “Raven,” came a deep growl from beside her.
Going stiff at the tone of his voice, Raven swallowed loudly. “S-sure is a nice night isn’t it Twiggy?” she asked in a far too squeaky voice.
“Raven…,” came the growl again, sounding more insistent as his arm tightened on her waist.
“So, how did you and Manson first meet?” Raven gasped out, her voice sounding almost desperate.
“Raven, look at me!” Manson hissed, his tone of voice holding no room for argument.
Raven froze in place, swallowing heavily before reluctantly turning to face Manson. the first thing that greeted her sight was his black, very tight looking, leather pants. Her mouth suddenly very dry, Raven slowly craned her head up to look the singer in the eyes. The look on his face nearly made her back away from him.
His black lips were pursed into a thin, tight line as his mismatched eyes burned a hole into her. “I want you to listen to me very closely,” he murmured, his voice gruff as he cupped her face in one hand. It was suddenly all Raven could do just to nod in response, her throat clicking dryly as she tried to swallow.
“Tonight I have every intention of showing you just how much I want you,” he growled, his voice throaty and full of lust as he gently rested his forehead against hers.
“M-manson, I can’t,” she gasped out in an unsteady voice, her hands reaching up to try to push her away from his body. Manson only growled in response, his arm tightening around her harshly.
“Just trust me. Trust me,” he growled softly, nuzzling her neck briefly before giving her pulse a slow lick.
“M-manson!” Raven gasped out, her voice slightly raspy from the arousal beginning to course through her body.
“Mmmm,” he growled against her neck, a pale hand slipping up to cup the back of her head.
“You have no idea how much I ache for you,” came a husky growl against her ear, making Raven arch into the man holding her and moan softly. Her hazel eyes slowly fluttered open as her pink tongue licked across her dry lips.
“Raven, let me show you just how much I need you,” he purred, his voice rough and throaty as one of his hands traveled up her waist to rest on her shirt covered breast.
“M-manson!” Raven gasped out, her eyes going wide as she tried to jerk out of his touch. A deep blush colored her cheeks as mortification and sheer flusterment fought for dominance with her lust for the singer. The only response she got was a throaty chuckle before he gave her cloth covered nipple a brief brush. Raven arched violently, a gasp leaving her lips at the light brush.
“So sensitive,” he purred, his lips capturing hers as the car finally pulled to a stop. The sound of a male clearing his throat finally made the kiss break. Manson pulled away from Raven reluctantly, ignoring Twiggy completely as he slid out of the car. Raven watched the singer with a mixture of incredulousness and nervousness before looking at Twiggy apologetically.
“W-would you like to come in for a bit?” she found herself asking, finding herself very reluctant to be alone with the obviously horny singer.
The dread-locked ex-bandmate only tilted his head back and let out a long bout of laughter. “Oh Raven, I would love to get to know you better but I have a feeling that Marilyn really wants some alone time with you,” Twiggy giggled, reaching back and giving her hand an encouraging squeeze.
“Don’t let him scare you. He’s just a big teddy bear under all that,” the ex-guitarist assured with a gentle grin.
The pale, black haired woman sighed nervously, giving Twiggy’s hand a brief squeeze before slowly exiting the car. “Hey Mare!” Twiggy bawled out the window, causing the singer to jerk his head toward the other man. Once Twiggy was sure he had the performer’s attention, the darker man’s face split into a perverted grin.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Jeordie quipped, speeding off as Manson threw something at the back of the retreating car.
As soon as the hotel room opened, a black clad rocket burst out of the door; barreling right into poor Ginger. A breathless squeak left the bleach blonde drummer as he was slammed unceremoniously into a wall by a very drunk Pogo. While poor Ginger tried to regain his breath, the mohawked keyboardist staggered to his feet and placed a palm on his forehead. Almost immediately, the keyboardist was followed by a very disheveled Johnny and Tim. While Amanda helped the still wheezing Ginger to his feet, Johnny had pounced on top of Pogo.
The actor had his arms wrapped under Pogo’s arms and locked behind the keyboardist’s head. “Tim! Help me get him back inside!” Johnny bawled out, hanging on for dear life while the keyboardist tried to buck him off. Tim, whose red lipstick was horribly smeared across his left cheek, straightened his black tux jacket and cracked his neck before launching himself at Pogo’s waist.
This succeeded in at least getting the drunken keyboardist back into the room. Before he could make another attempt at escape, Amanda helped Ginger into the room and shut the door behind her. “Welcome to the party Ging,” John 5 hissed from a corner, leaning against the beige wall.
“How much has he had to drink?” Ginger asked, sounding exasperated. The bleach blonde drummer slowly pulled away from Amanda to help wrangle the still struggling keyboardist. Pogo was currently struggling against Johnny and Tim who both used their weight to hold him against a wall.
“Way too fucking much,” Tim grunted, ducking an errant elbow from Pogo.
“Ging! Ging these bastards have cut me off!” the mohawked keyboardist protested loudly, suddenly lunging forward in a last ditch effort to free himself.
“I’d say they did the right thing,” Ginger hissed impatiently, moving to add his own weight. Pogo only chuckled and shook his head as Ginger pressed against him.
“Damn Ginger, if you wanted my dick all you had to do was tell me,” the keyboardist purred, grinding against the drummer lewdly.
“Oh please, as if anyone would want your dick,” Ginger quipped, earning a chuckle from both Johnny and Tim.
“Pogo, why is it always you?” Amanda asked, her voice full of exasperation. Her green eyes fixed on the keyboardist who was currently being held against a wall by three men. Pogo only grinned at her before giving her a slow wink.
“Who else do you know that can make your life this interesting?” he quipped, raising a brow at the curly haired woman.
“I wouldn’t say interesting as much as I would absolutely insane!” Amanda exclaimed, throwing her arms up in exasperation
“But would you honestly have it any other way?” Pogo asked, his voice deadly serious for the first time that night. Johnny, Tim and Ginger gaped up at the mohawked keyboardist as he stared at Amanda. His brown eyes had no hint of their usual humor and his red lips were pressed in a tight line.
Amanda froze, the tone of Pogo’s voice giving her pause. She had never heard the keyboardist so serious before and it honestly threw her for a loop. “No. As nuts as things have been lately, I wouldn’t give any of it up for the world,” Amanda answered steadily. The smile Pogo gave her in return almost made her regret her words and a horrible feeling of doom began to rise within her.
“That’s great to hear! Cause, baby, you’re gonna see some shit tonight,” the half sane bandmate purred, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Manson had Raven pressed against the back wall; his mouth burrowed in the crook of her neck. Small, rough growls left the slightly trembling performer as his tongue slowly laved her neck. “M-marilyn!” Raven gasped out, her knees going weak and nearly causing her to collapse. Only his firm arm wrapped around her waist kept her on her feet.
“Mmmm,” he groaned against her neck, pressing his body against hers. His left hand gently gripped her right wrist and slid her arm up over her head while holding the appendage tightly against the wall. Then the towering rock star slowly pulled back, his burning, mismatched eyes staring down at Raven intensely.
“I’ve missed you,” he growled, his voice rough and throaty. Trembling slightly, the super star gently cupped Raven’s face and leaned his forehead against hers. His shoulder length, black hair creating a makeshift curtain, Manson gently took her lips in a chaste but passionate kiss.
Her heart beating in her throat, Raven found herself leaning instinctually into the powerful male’s lithe body. Her arms slowly rose of their own accord, coming to rest on his back as she gave his black lips a timid lick. This action caused the singer to groan and press his hips against her, his leather clad arousal pressing hard against her upper thigh. “Raven,” he groaned out heatedly, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes.
The sheer amount of lust in his mismatched gaze took her breath away and Raven felt her body respond in kind. Arousal jabbed into her lower body in a powerful cramp, drawing a low moan of need from her trembling lips. “Oh god, Marilyn,” she gasped out, her voice throaty with lust but holding just a bit of fear.
The slight ding of the elevator door broke the spell, drawing an irritated hiss from Manson as he backed away from Raven. Blinking a bit dazedly, the unsteady female tottered out of the elevator on unsteady legs. Fear and arousal currently fighting for dominance within her small body, Raven had to stop and lean against a wall to catch her breath. The black haired female took in a deep, shuddery breath in an attempt to slow her racing heart, not noticed Manson coming towards her with a concerned look on his face.
A hand on her shoulder nearly made her heart burst out of her chest and Raven whirled around with a hand fisted in her shirt. Almost immediately both her shoulders were grasped in a firm, steadying grasp and Manson was looking down at her worriedly. “You okay?” he whispered, concern thick in his baritone voice.
“Y-yeah,” Raven managed to squeak out, her face going a lovely shade of red. Manson only chuckled in response, nuzzling her neck briefly before pulling back.
Raven blinked in confusion as she looked at the singer who was watching her patiently. He had his head tilted at her in mock confusion, a playful grin curling his black lips. “Come, unless you want to stand in the hall all night,” he purred before simply turning and continuing to head towards the currently empty suite.
Raven couldn't help the small sigh of relief that was threaded with slight disappointment that left her. She had almost been expecting Manson to take her in the hall with the way he had been acting. Yet, when he opened the door to the dark suite, Raven felt a fair bit of apprehension rise within her. She wasn't entirely sure she could give the performer what he was after tonight and the thought honestly terrified her. How would he react when she turned him down?
Memories of what had happened last time she had rejected his advances filling her head, the extremely nervous Raven gently turned on the room's light before entering. As soon as she had entered the living room, she heard the door shut behind her with a quiet click. Her heart now beating in her throat, the black haired female turned slowly to face her famous boyfriend.
Manson stared at her hungrily, his mismatched eyes roving over her body in appreciation. Slowly, with the grace of a predator, the singer padded towards her. Sexual energy rolled off the rock star in dark waves, causing Raven's previous desire to rekindle into a raging bonfire. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Raven backed up for every step Manson took toward her until she bumped into something rather solid.
Looking behind herself and seeing the couch, Raven whipped her head back around to see that Manson had taken the opportunity to close the distance between them. His blueish white and brown eyes fixed on her intensely as he gently took her pale face in his hands. Unknown to Raven, her breath had started to come in small, frightened, panicked breaths. “Relax,” Manson whispered softly, giving her lips a tender kiss.
Instead of relaxing, Raven went board stiff as soon as his lips met hers. Panic beginning to rise thick within her, the shaking female broke the kiss by suddenly turning her head to one side. Her entire body shook as tears began to roll down her pales cheeks. Her breath came in great, watery gasps and she almost seemed to shrink away from him out of sheer fear.
Concern quickly replaced lust and Manson gently but firmly captured her chin in his hand and forced her head to face him. Making sure she was looking him in the eyes, the concerned singer meet her wide, frightened eyes steadily. “Hey! You know I won't hurt you,” he purred, a sliver of impatience slipping into his baritone voice.
Wincing away from the 'Antichrist Superstar', Raven tried to calm down by taking several deep breaths. Still shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, the black haired female could only nod. “I-I know,” she whispered quietly, avoiding his glance and looking down at the beige carpet beneath her platform boots.
“B-but my problem isn't whether you'll hurt me or not,” she whispered in a small, timid voice.
“Is it because of what your exes did to you? Raven, give me a chance to show you just how beautiful you are to me. Just how much I want you,” he growled, his voice a deep rumble coming from deep within his chest. Slowly, tenderly, the singer pulled her close to him, burrowing his nose in the crook of her neck. With a slow, deliberate lick, Manson laved his tongue over her racing pulse.
A moan of need leaving her lips unbidden, Raven's knees nearly gave out on her. As Manson's gentle but firm arm wrapped around her waist to steady her, Raven found herself leaning into the warmth of the man holding her. His words washed through her like a powerful wave, igniting both her desire and her love for the rock star who had her in his arms. Leaning forward and nuzzling the silk material of the black long sleeve he wore, Raven inhaled his scent. A smell that was musky, electric and purely male reached her nostrils and she felt her arousal spike within her.
A small whimper escaped her as she squeezed her thighs together needily. Manson cautiously wrapped his arms around her, as if he was afraid to spook her. Leaning back slightly, the towering performer lowered his face down to hers, capturing her lips in a chaste but passionate kiss. Raven moaned breathlessly against his black lips, her body tingling all the way down to her toes from arousal. She could feel something inside her tightening like a spring and an incredible, indescribable need.
Growling softly against her lips, Manson gently picked her up bridal style and carried her off to the bedroom; all without breaking the kiss. Once he was inside the room he assumed was hers, Manson tenderly laid her down in the turquoise silk sheets. Almost immediately Raven turned a deep brick red and curled up into a ball on her side. A small growl leaving him, Manson crawled on top of her, turning her onto her back and pinning her arms above her head. His mismatched eyes glared down at her as she stared at him with an almost terrified look. Then he was kissing her fiercely, his tongue wrestling with hers as one of his hand slowly slid up her right side to rest on her shirt covered breast.
Raven gasped into his mouth, arching her back into his touch and earning an approving purr from Manson. Not breaking the kiss, the rock star gave Raven's clothed nipple a brief brush with his thumb. This earned another heated, almost desperate moan from Raven as she once again arched into his touch. “Mmmm always so sensitive,” he rumbled, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her neck again.
“M-marilyn,” she gasped out in a husky voice that she didn't quite recognize as her own. The aching, tight coil in her lower belly was quickly reaching the point of being unbearable. Of their own accord, her hands came up to rest on Manson silk covered back and he gave her neck a firm nip. A gasp left her mouth and she found herself instinctually spreading her legs for the singer that was currently above her.
“Good girl,” he husked against her neck, shifting so he rested between her still clothed legs. Shaking slightly, the performer gave her right nipple another brush; earning a deep, shuddering moan from the woman beneath him. A low growl escaping him, the lithe singer slowly pressed his clothed arousal against her clothed slit.
Her hazel eyes flying open, Raven's breath caught in her throat as she realized just what was pressing against her down there. Panic beginning to over take her lust, Raven tried to move away; only to have Manson roughly grab her hips and pull her back against him. His eyes burned down at her with such an intensity that she almost shrank back from fear. “Raven, please. Trust me,” he growled, his voice rough and throaty with his need.
“B-but,” she began weakly, only to be interrupted by a desperate kiss as his thumb brushed against her clothed nipple again. Moaning heatedly into his mouth, Raven instinctually bucked her hips against his clothed arousal.
Manson growled against her lips possessively, the hand on her breast traveling down to the hem of her black jeans. His tongue tangling with hers, the singer deftly popped open the button on her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. Raven jerked under his hand, an unsure whimper coming from her occupied lips. Manson broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, his hand resting on her stomach just above the hem of her dark red panties. “Marilyn... d-don't...,” she gasped out, a blush on her pale cheeks as shyness and fear began to fill her hazel eyes.
“Easy, easy. I promise I won't undress you. Just relax,” he rumbled softly, panting slightly as his hand gently played with the lace hem of her underwear. His hand shook slightly with each pass, as if the performer was using all the restraint he had within him.
Raven's heart beat so hard in her chest she nearly felt like she would faint. Her entire body starting to shake from both fear and anticipation, the nervous female closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She could feel the heat of Manson's gaze watching her, his hand still idly rubbing along the hem of her panties. Her womanhood was aching for his touch and each brush of his hand on her skin drove her wild despite her shyness and fear. Keeping her eyes tightly shut, Raven brought her hands up to her chest and gave a small, brief nod.
Her entire body had gone stiff, and she trembled like a leaf as she kept her eyes squeezed shut. Her only warning was a heavy sigh before Manson's hand left her stomach. “M-manson?” she squeaked out in a confused voice, still not opening her eyes. A touch on her chin nearly caused her to jump out of her skin. A rough thumb rubbed her chin tenderly before a pair of warm, soft lips met hers briefly.
“Raven, please open your eyes and look at me,” came a firm, frustrated sounding baritone.
Still shaking and stiff as a board, the black haired female slowly and reluctantly opened her eyes. Manson's mismatched orbs met hers steadily, a deadly serious look on his made-up face. “Raven, if you really want me to do this, you can't act as if I'm going to rape you. That seriously ruins the mood hun. Now, let's start again,” he sighed, laying beside her and gently rubbing her side.
At first Raven was stiff and shaking, her hazel eyes fixed on Manson's chin. She found herself unable to meet his eyes out of fear of what she would see within them. As the performer's pale hand moved up and down on her side, Manson began to place soft kisses on her neck in an effort to get her to relax. A low rumble escaped his chest as he gently kissed up and down the column of her pale neck.
Despite herself, Raven found her tense body slowly relaxing into Manson's gentle embrace. As her body began to stop shaking and relax into his touch, Manson gave her neck a gentle nip as his hand moved up her side to cup her breast. Raven gasped at the touch, turning her head to look at his hand. As she watched, his fingers teasingly brushing against her nipple; drawing a gasp from her.
A slow tingling began in her toes and a hot coil of desire began to tighten in her belly. A small growl escaping the male holding her, Raven felt a slightly harder nip as he lightly pinched her sensitive, clothing covered nipple. “Oooooh,” escaped her lips as her hips arched and a raw need shot through her womanhood.
Manson chuckled gruffly behind her, his hot breath hitting her neck as he pressed himself flush against her. Raven gasped as his leather covered arousal pressed against her side, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she turned to look at Manson. Manson raised his head from her neck, his eyes full of lust and love as he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. While he had her distracted by the kiss, Manson slowly slid his hand down; stopping at the hem of her panties.
Breaking off the kiss and panting harshly, Manson looked into Raven's eyes with naked desperation. Raven looked up into his intense eyes dazedly, her womanhood throbbing and pulsing from the sheer need she felt for the man above her. “Please..,” he begged in a throaty, husky voice, his shaking hand fingering the lace of her underwear impatiently. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Raven swallowed before giving a brief nod.
Immediately her lips were captured in a passionate kiss, his hand slowly slipping under the red material of her panties. As his fingers brushed her dark curls, Raven tense briefly; shyness and need fighting for dominance inside her. As if sensing the resurgence of her shyness, Manson broke the kiss to look her in the eyes. “Focus on me Raven, focus on how much you've wanted this to happen,” he whispered in a rough voice, his breathing uneven as his finger began to play with the outer lips of her womanhood.
Raven's breath hitched in her throat at his heated words, her legs raising up and spreading slightly to give him easier access. He was right, she had been waiting for this day for years; had fantasized about during many a lonely night. As the singer beside her gave her moist slit a slow rub with one finger, Raven arched her back and moaned softly. A low growl came form Manson in response as he pressed his mouth against her neck and gave her a firm nip. “M-marilyn!” she gasped, one of her arms wrapping around his back of its own accord.
Manson only growled against her neck, licking her racing pulse as his finger slowly slid up her weeping slit. The questing digit rested briefly on a small bump protruding just slightly at the top of her womanhood, giving it the briefest of brushes before leaving. At just that brief contact, Raven gasped loudly and bucked her hips into his hand. Her breaths now coming in quick pants, Raven tightened her arm around Manson like he was her only anchor to reality.
As Manson gave an approving purr and began to nibble a line down her neck that sent shocks straight to her junction, Raven couldn't help but be a little shocked by her body's strong response. Even at her most horny, it never felt this good when she masturbated. Another brush to her pearl elicited a deep moan as her hips arched up into his touch. The tight coil inside her was wound painfully tight and a whimper of need left her lips.
Manson pulled away from her neck to observe her face. His mismatched eyes drank in her slightly flushed cheeks and the look of almost pain on her pale face. Her slit was slick with her desire and he couldn't help the male pride it instilled in him. With a low groan, he pressed his rock hard, leather encased arousal against her hip as his finger gave her quivering flesh another stroke. “Mmmmnnn M-mare p-please,” Raven gasped out, her other arm coming up to join the one around his back.
The singer smirked at her, giving the small bud another brief brush. “Please what?” he purred in a voice that was almost a growl as she arched up into him. A low, shaky moan escaped the shuddering female beside him as she clutched his back almost desperately.
“Ooooooo, m-make me c-cum,” she gasped, her voice low and husky from lust.
The singer growled softly before capturing her lips with his as his finger began to attack her button. He swallowed her heated moans, returning them with some of his own as he slipped a finger into her heated wetness but not into her pulsing passage. “Oh Raven, cum for me,” he growled against her lips, capturing them just in time to swallow her moan of passion. Her hips arching his hand as the hot coil within her tightened almost painfully.
Small whines and whimpers escaped Raven only to immediately be overridden by Manson's almost possessive sounding growls. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and it felt like she was about to explode from the inside out. Her vision almost going entirely white, Raven's back bowed and she accidentally broke the kiss as her head tilted back. “Oh god, Marilyn!” she screamed, an explosion of pleasure suddenly rocketing her well out of the universe.
Manson held her gently, placing tender kisses on her neck as he removed his hand from her still quivering flesh. As she slowly floated back down to earth, the singer brought his fluid coated finger up to his nose. Closing his mismatched eyes, Manson inhaled deeply; savoring the scent of her juices. As Raven watched with slightly dazed eyes, the rock star began to lick her essence off his fingers. A low growl came from deep inside his chest and he shuddered violently as he sucked her off his fingers. Once he was done, he looked down at her with such intensity that she nearly shrank back.
The normally composed super star was shaking violently and almost panting. His hands twitched fitfully on the turquoise sheets as he tried to regain some semblance of control over himself. A look of pain flashed across his make-up coated face and Raven felt his steel hardness pulse against her hip. Her body still too weak from her world shattering orgasm, Raven opted to release his back and lay down. Then, with a far too shaky hand, she gently cupped Manson's straining, leather covered arousal.
The singer groaned breathlessly, pressing his clothed hardness into her hand. “N-no Raven, n-not like this,” he growled in a shaky, gruff voice.
“Marilyn, you just gave me the best orgasm of my fucking life. Let me fucking do something for you,” Raven quipped in a tired voice, a small smile quirking her lips. Her hand traveled up the leather covered organ until she found the start of the zipper.
Manson moaned at the sound of the zipper going down, his mismatched eyes fixed on her face. “Raven...,” he groaned, unable to pull away as her warm hand met his aching flesh and pulled it free of its leather prison. All his protests died on his lips as her hand began to move over his aching member.
“Shush, I'm not gonna let you get blue balled and just take it to Twiggy. I want to be the one to pleasure you once in a while, even if it isn't sex,” Raven responded, her hand going to the tip of his manhood.
Her index finger smeared the pearl of pre over the sensitive head, earning a groan from the singer. His hips jerked slightly and his breathing had become broken and erratic. Raven reached up with her free hand, pulling the shuddering rock star down for a kiss as her hand began to move in a fast rhythm on his arousal. She could feel him pulsing and twitching under her hand, small growls leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her loosely.
Her fingers entwining in his shoulder length, ebony hair, Raven stroked his tongue with hers as her hand continued to stroke his manhood. Manson growled in response, his hips jerking again as he humped her hand. Drawing in a shaky breath, the performer broke the kiss; his chest heaving slightly as he looked down at her with lust filled eyes. “Y-you have n-no idea how m-much I want this to n-not be your fucking hand,” he gasped out, his arms shaking around her as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
Blushing at his heated words, Raven awkwardly turned her head and kissed him wherever she could reach. As her hand continued to stroke his hardness, a low, shuddering moan fanned across her neck as he began to almost lazily hump her hand. “Oh Raven,” he groaned against her neck, his tongue snaking out to lick at her flesh. Raven shuddered in response, a slight jolt of arousal shooting through her sated, tired body.
“Cum for me Mare,” Raven urged, feeling her arm beginning to go numb. Thankfully her words seemed to be the catalyst the singer need. With a heated groan of her name against her neck, Manson spurted cum all over her hand and a bit on her black jeans.
Still panting slightly, Manson kissed her neck tenderly, moved towards her lips with each kiss. Giggling, Raven met his lips with hers before he could do it; earning a chuckle from the singer beside her. Breaking the kiss, Manson wrapped his arms around Raven and nuzzled her neck. Raven smiled and wrapped an arm around his back, closing her eyes and simply listening to the sound of his breathing.
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