One day Scourge had seduced Shadow. One day he had made the hedgehog addicted to him. That is something Shadow has a hard time understanding and all the while he let the green hedgehog do as he wishes. Shadow is completely defenseless to his advances.
Defenseless

Shadow's POV

When had it all started? That's what I often wondered myself.
When was the day that I let just about anyone, let alone a criminal, break through the walls I carefully erected around myself to keep anyone from getting too close? How could I have let an enemy break every level of my comfort zone? Why couldn't I have been stronger and resisted him?
That hedgehog, Scourge, I let him catch me off guard. I let him in too close. I let him bite down and like a pitbull he refused to let go.
The sad thing is, I've hardly ever tried to stop him.
Every false compliment I accepted, every soft touch I didn't draw away from, every gaze I couldn't look away from. He had been reeling me in for just a few mere weeks before I let him in much too close and could no longer fight him off.
After rather light days of work at G.U.N, I took the opportunity to earn a bit more money by working at Club Rouge, a chance offered to me by my best friend and partner who owned the place.
It was during such an evening that I let Scourge play with my emotions. He pushed all of the right buttons, drew me closer, and by the time midnight arrived, he had me cornered in the storage room and taken my first time from me.
I barely put up a fight, only worried about Rouge possibly walking in on us.
Of course, that hadn't stopped him from pinning me again a wall, dragging my trousers down, and driving himself into me. Not the most romantic place or way to lose one's virginity. And all the way he had groaned about how good I had felt.
In all honesty, the whole evening of flirting felt like one long session of foreplay.
I must've been worth it, because it was hardly the last I had seen of the green hedgehog. Though he acted like he didn't know me out in public and always made it clear that he wanted no relationship, as soon as we had some privacy he was right back to hitting on me again.
And it always worked. Time and time again. He never failed and all because I was weak.
A few months later, I let him lure me away once more. While I was supposed to be showing up at Club Rouge in the afternoon, after enjoying half a day off from work, I instead came across Scourge on my way and I let him take me away.
The place he took me to could hardly be called hygienic, it was downright a dump. A dump with a single mattress in what I could only guess once used to be a bedroom. At least there was something that looked considerably cleaner than all the rest in this place. Did he place it there?
It was in an isolated location, not cleaned in over a decade, and taken over by nature. For someone who appreciated cleanliness as much as I did, this place was a nightmare.
I think that was why I had believed this to be a test.
Of course, I 'passed' with flying colours because I did everything he asked of me.
Scourge, while smirking, told me to undress and I stripped. He told me to get down on the mattress in the middle of the room and I kneeled. He told me to blind myself and so I took the blindfold to cover my eyes when offered.
I surrendered my whole body to him by blinding myself, by allowing him to cuff my wrists with cuffs that he bragged he got from a female officer he regularly shagged, and by letting him hang them from a hook connected to the low ceiling by a chain.
Bondage. That's what he wanted to do this time around.
"Scourge..." I voiced my concerns in the only way I knew how. By staying silent.
I could feel the dip in the mattress behind me, the hands settling on my hips and fingers brushing through my fur as they moved, and his lips on my neck. The warmth of his body behind me radiated while his breath warmed my shoulder.
A hand of his ran through my chest fur while the other traveled lower and dared its way to one inner thigh. The mere touch got me to arch my back and so happened to bump my rear into his crotch, I had absolutely no idea just how close Scourge had been to me.
His touches, he made them so soft that he ended up taking my breath away just like that.
I'm certain he was smirking right now.
"Just so ya know, Stripes, my girlfriend's been neglectin' me the past couple o' days. I'm all pent up and you're the one's gonna deal with it." He warned me beforehand, still making it quite clear that I wasn't going to get out of this.
I didn't answer and simply panted. My heart's been beating so fast in my chest. I did nod, however.
His hands continued their travels, the higher one grabbed a handful of quills to get me to show him more of the side of my throat and the lower one moved closer to something a little private.
When he reached it, his fingers pressed down on a pair of slightly moist lower lips and a sensitive nub. The action made my legs spread wider and his decision to rub the most sensitive part of my body got me to snap my hips back as a reaction, once again pushing my butt back into his crotch.
Is that what he's trying to do? Is he trying to become aroused by rubbing himself to an erection using my butt?
Well, as he played me like a joystick by fondling my clitoris and got my hips to make the exact movements he was looking for, I did feel something stiff growing harder between us.
I should stop him. I really should.
This 'casual fling' has been going on for months now. Scourge never used protection, he didn't care enough to do so, and we've been meeting up regularly almost every week. I needed to stop him before more irreversible consequences would make themselves known.
Still I don't possess the strength it takes to resist his advances.
"Scourge, maybe we should-"
"Oh, not a chance, Stripes. I'm going in bare, I'm gonna do ya raw, and I'm gonna stuff ya full if I want to." He growled dominantly while he kissed and nibbled my throat and I knew he was right.
I wouldn't stop him. He could do whatever he wanted because I willingly allowed him to.
While his one hand kept the fondling going, his other reached between us and grabbed his shaft. I could feel him trying to align his tip with my entrance.
"Stripes." He just had to call my name and I knew exactly what he wanted from me.
Pushing up on my legs, I lifted my pelvis up enough to let him align himself. And then I slowly lowered myself back down, taking his stiff length inside and allowing it to stretch my inner walls.
Though he's the first and last I've slept with, I'm sure he'll be the biggest no matter what.
I settled down on his lap and experienced a hard time breathing as my pussy was filled by his manhood. Our crotches pressed down on one another and his tip touched my cervix, I'm sure. It felt like they did, that is.
I gasped and panted, my breathing irregular from being so full. Despites how frequent we've been doing it, I'm still not used to his size.
Maybe that's why I'm such a treat to sleep with? With how fast I recover and how much of a workout my body gets with near daily missions, it must feel like he's breaking in a new virgin every time we copulate.
Of course, that didn't mean Scourge was just going to sit around and let me get used to his size.
"Come on, Stripes, don't let me wait." He told me, nibbling quite roughly.
So I started to move. Pulling myself up using the hook my wrists were cuffed to, I heaved myself up to pull the shaft out before lowering myself back down again. I was going to do all the work this time while he could quite literally sit back and enjoy the show.
"Ah yeah, that's it." I could hear him mutter in approval as his erection slid in and out of me with some ease, gravity helping along as it was a little difficult to take all of him.
But I quickly found a comfortable and even pace, hurrying it up a little as he hated taking it slow. I'm just glad my arousal was coating his stiffness in a thin sheen of bodily lube.
I let my head reel back, his hand still stuck in my quills, and moaned shamelessly as I took him. Bouncing on top of his lap, I soaked both of us with my own lubricant and moved his rigid length over my walls and folds. I could feel it pulling on them, that's how tight I was to him.
"Aw shit, this is why I love doin' ya, Stripes. Ya have the tight pussy of a virgin, but ya work me like a whore. Picked up a few tricks from sleeping with the other dudes in storage?" And then the dirty talk started and with mixed feelings did I listen.
His words made me feel ashamed of myself, of giving this known criminal and ex-convict my body so easily each and every time we met. But at the same time they send cold chills down my spine that I actually quite enjoyed.
"I haven't... slept with anyone... but you." Why I tried to prove him wrong is something I don't know either.
I was a toy to Scourge. I, the Ultimate Lifeform, despites all my claims of superiority, had let myself become one of his 'women', his flings. I know for a fact that I was the only 'guy' he ever slept with. In his eyes I'm probably not even that anymore.
So why did I want him to believe me when I told him I stayed faithful? And that when he knows I wouldn't sleep with just about anyone.
He was playing with me and I knew that.
"'Course ya didn't. After just one night with me, every guy pales in comparison." And the relentless self-praising was present too of course.
Why am I so attracted to him, I wonder? Why am I so... infatuated with someone so uncaring?
"Ah!" A loud moan, close to a drawn-out yelp, left me when Scourge snapped his hips upwards, a familiar sign that I was being far too slow for his tastes.
So I sped up a little again. Pumping his hard manhood in and out of my pussy, I tried to work him to an orgasm as I cared just a little bit more for his pleasure than I did for my own.
It was growing, oh, it was definitely growing. My own pleasure was making sweat soak through my fur and my arousal definitely layered his sex organ in my juices and dripped down on the mattress beneath us.
Scourge only made it worse. His hands still on my body, the free one racked his claws dangerously across my back so tenderly. He was well-aware of how vulnerable I made myself seem to him. If there was ever the perfect opportunity to take me out, this would be it and I had my back turned to the first man that would take it.
I wanted to pleasure him, I wanted to drive him to an orgasm, but my own finish was coming too.
"Scourge, I'm close." I moaned, whining as I knew that was a sound he liked to hear. My want to pander to him was pathetic, really.
'Faster', I'd speed up.
'Do me like a skank', I'd gyrate my hips.
'Moan like a chick', and I'd try my best to create the most girlish sounds I could muster.
It was exactly like I said. My want to pander to his wishes and needs was pathetic.
"So am I! Wanna go to work later with another pussy full?" Scourge asked, slamming his hips upwards for as much as this position allowed. He was meeting up with my thrusts, but at the same time this was also his way of telling me that I had no choice in the matter.
I should stop him, remind him that neither one of us are protected. But he didn't care and I couldn't get myself to disappoint him.
To think that I always found it ridiculous how Amy kept chasing after Sonic all these years and throwing confessions of love wherever they went and whenever they met, now I'm in the exact same situation, except my confessions were more obscene.
"Scourge-"
"That's a definite 'yeah'!" Moving his hand down to my clit and fondling it again, he worked me towards and orgasm with ease and I came.
Moaning loudly and throwing my head back, pleasure rolled through my body while my back arched, allowing him to drive himself even deeper into my very being. Meanwhile my pussy clamped down on him and I remembered that my climax made me even tighter around him.
That's why my own pleasure mattered. Because it made his own finish all the better.
"Aw yeah, that's the stuff!" Not caring much about being heard and so definitely not about being caught, the toxic green hedgehog groaned out loudly and drove himself faster into me. All the while he was forcing me to keep on taking him, my pussy still sinking down on his thick shaft despites still tingling from my orgasm.
Soon after, just a couple more thrusts, he wrapped his arms around my middle to keep me from pulling away. I knew what that meant and let him pull me down onto his lap one more time before I was kept still.
Scourge came and like always it was right into my pussy. His semen poured out into my womb and I have absolutely no idea where in my cycle I am.
The hedgehog behind me couldn't care less even if he knew, of course. I could be in heat and he'd still push his thick load inside, much like he's releasing his seed and filling me up right now. He'd probably even stay put just to spite me.
I, like an imbecile, let him.
"Oh, Scourge..." I moaned as I let him ride out his orgasm inside, allowed him to use my inner walls to massage every pent up drop out.
At least when I turned my head to face him, he did respond to my want to be kissed.
Soft moans still left my vocals as we made out and my hear fluttered in my chest. Another big dose of dopamine must be coursing through my system right now, ensuring to make this hopeless love last.
But then Scourge broke away and pulled out much too fast for my liking, causing a mess to be made of my gender and the mattress beneath.
As I was blindfolded, I had no idea where he had gone for a solid second or two. All I knew was that he was still very near. His current whereabouts were only made known to me when he grabbed the quills on top of my head again and told me to open up.
That's when I instantly knew what he wanted.
"I love doin' ya, Stripes. I really do. But you're lousy at blow jobs, ya know that?" Scourge stated right before he proceeded to shove his half limp manhood past my lips.
"Good thing I'll gladly teach ya. Before ya know it, ya'll be sucking me like a good girl and maybe then we can make this a lil' more permanent." I didn't need to do anything as he spoke. I just needed to stay still.
I took his member in, tasted both of our bodily fluids while that which he had left inside of me was slowly dribbling back out due to gravity, and meanwhile he was promising me a better future for us.
Because this wasn't permanent. Our flings these past couple of months, our frequent unprotected sex, they were all the result of Scourge's interest in me. So long as that interest would last, I'd keep seeing him. Should I start to bore him, he'd quickly entertain himself with one of his other several 'not real' girlfriends.
So I tried my best to stay interesting and obediently decided that I should learn all that I can from this opportunity.
As I could feel him growing hard in my mouth again, I knew that I had the whole day to learn. Though I knew he did not love me like I deserved, I stubbornly stayed with my decision.
Because I loved him, with all my heart even, I lowered my defenses and let Scourge manhadle me while I was on my most vulnerable.