Basically the title. The woman is on her knees, but instead of a blowjob to someone in front of her, she is bending backwards to suck above/behind her.
Online, it seems like some people refer to it as the jackhammer position, but jackhammer mostly pulls up really hard, fast sex rather than this position.
I could literally watch this video on a loop for the rest of my life and be happy. It's two strong as hell, super fit people having some foreplay in a pool, then fucking by the pool before moving to a bed while still wet and glistening. And when I say super fit, I mean FIT. I can't stop staring at his arms and chest, or her abs and back. They look like they got lost on the way to the Olympics or something.
They're both fairly vocal but not in a porny way, and the camera doesn't do what so many of these kinda creators do and shy away from showing him. He's like the perfect amounts of dominant without it being gross or degrading, and they're clearly having a blast. They're laughing and smiling (and god is her smile gorgeous) and it's just intensely hot.
As a bi woman, I hate when couples try to get me to be a unicorn. Not interested and weird that you're propositioning a random woman just because she's bi. But legitimately, if this couple asked, I'd say yes and then offer to pay them for the opportunity. Maybe I'm just being too thirsty, but they're like an Amazon and an Adonis. I can't stop staring.
Please ignore the annoying "drilled" terminology in the video title. It's not like an overly rough jackhammering or anything. It's just stupid porny titling.
https://pimpbunny.com/videos/musa-amirafit-gets-drilled-by-the-pool/
Please note, I'm down to change up a lot of the details. I'm just looking for any kind of urban fantasy with complex power dynamics.
You probably thought you were being a knight in shining armor for a damsel in distress. In any other situation, you would have been. You still are, to an extent. It's in your nature, after all. You're part of an ancient order of defenders, the likes of which defended humanity from the secret threats they never would have even known about. So coming to the aid of a woman in distress is about as normal as it gets.
At first as you passed the neighborhood park, you saw three figures around a picnic table under the busted lamp post that had been out for weeks now. Perhaps a drug deal. But then as you came a bit closer, you saw the fourth figure laid out on the table.
At that point, you knew you needed to help. The closer you got, the more it was clear what was happening. Pinned down on the table was a naked woman. You were focused on assisting, not leering, but no hot-blooded humanoid could see the woman tied down and not have just the tiniest part of their brain acknowledge that the woman was gorgeous. But that thought was fleeting. You were a defender, and that kind of thought in this situation is an unwelcome one.
Mounted on the woman's chest was the first man, fucking her breasts and holding his hands down around her neck. She struggled weakly against his hands, but she seemed too in pain to fight back in any serious manner. The second man had her legs spread and was fucking her hard, like someone who had only ever seen porn and never interacted with a woman. Finally, a woman was taping the scene while touching herself.
Before you could reach the scene to help, the man fucking the woman groaned and you saw him pull out with a smirk. In your righteous fury, you didn't really parse what he said as he laughed and slapped her legs, cum dripping out from between them. The chaos that ensued next happened all too quickly. First you went after the camerawoman to knock her out. As you fought with her, she flew backwards and tumbled into both of the other men, knocking the mounted one off the table onto his head, while the other man seemingly fell onto the bench seat.
Again, someone said something, but you were so intently focused you didn't hear. Something about getting back at the bitch, or in the bitch, or on the bitch. You got back to the camerawoman who now had a knife pulled, but with your experience, she was easy enough to subdue. Now there was just one man left before you could check on the naked woman.
That's when you heard the gun click. This wasn't unwinnable, by any means. Even without your gear, without the materials to cast any magic, you were still very strong and very fast, but you needed to respond immediately. The man who had cum inside the woman now had his gun trained on you from a seated position on the bench, but before one of you made a move, you saw the naked woman move.
Even weakened and assaulted, she was fast. Too fast. Her fangs tore into the man's throat and he dropped dead immediately, his finger hitting the trigger but shooting the bullet into the ground.
You were quick to reevaluate now with eyes more adjusted to the darkness and now that there were less distractions. Pressed into her neck where you'd reasoned she was being choked was a burned in shape of a cross. The man was holding a cross necklace against her to keep her weak, rather than choking her. Her lips were painfully chapped, a common sign of being force fed holy water. And then in lipstick, written on her body were multiple phrases like "Fangslut," "vampire whore," and "undead cunt."
You'd heard about these people. Called themselves Defangers and pretend like they were heroes, hunting vampires to save the world. But instead of actually ridding the world of vampires, they would torture them, often ending up leaving them alive to capture and abuse more, because they made mistakes and got overpowered, or because they were simply too stupid to actually finish them off.
Now, it was far from the mind of a hunter to feel bad for a vampire, but you were efficient and clean. There was no reason to torture even a soulless monster. If not because they deserved a clean kill, because torture was more a reflection on your own humanity.
All these thoughts rushed through your head in just a moment as you prepared to fight the vampire. She stumbled to her feet, looking intent on doing... something, blood still dripping from her mouth. She took a step or two, but then instead of attacking, the torture proved too much, and she collapsed, falling into you.
Even for a hunter, the morality of finishing off a freshly tortured and raped woman just felt too much, and you caught her instead of finishing her off.
I have been a vampire for quite some time now. A few centuries I think? I honestly don't know. I was turned by a Vampire Lord who kept me under his thrall since the day I turned. I didn't make a single choice of my own until two months ago when someone slayed him. Now, you may not understand this since you as a reader are probably human, but when you're under a thrall, it's like you're in some kind of waking nightmare. Like you're asleep but watching your dreams as you drain and kill and whatever else your sire makes you do.
So now imagine the mental toll it takes to essentially be balancing two minds; one that feels as if it was a human just a day ago, and the other that has committed centuries of bloodshed. For the first week I tried to be good. I drained animals instead of people and hid away. But my mind kept telling me I was a monster who had done heinous, horrible deeds. So then for quite some time I leaned into that and became a monster. I terrorized the city, and due to my age, I was quite adept at it. Then, a week ago after a particularly unconscionable kill, I broke. I couldn't be good but I couldn't live with being evil.
So instead, I threw all of myself into self-destructive, risky behavior. Feeding as dawn approached. Fucking anyone who asked wherever they wanted and then drinking from them right then and there. And the thing that got me in this situation? Drinking from some drunkard's blood in a bar that turned out to be a Defanger hangout. They discovered their drained buddy in a bathroom a minute after I left and came out to find me stumbling home, drunk on his blood. It was easy enough for them to subdue me at that point between my inebriation and their holy items.
I'll be honest, in my broken state, I had a panoply of thoughts. That I probably deserved it for the evil I'd done. That maybe they'd kill me and I could escape this torment. That I hadn't ever been so thoroughly used and abused by a human, and it was ever so slightly thrilling. And then you came to my rescue. You stupid fuck. You couldn't just let them finish me off.
The thought that won over though, as I was freed from their assault, was anger. Self-pity, depression, lust, all of that couldn't get past the hatred for what these humans thought they were justified in doing to me. And so I ripped the one man apart, not even savoring his blood. Then I turned on you.
Again, the thoughts were complex. The predominant thought was just "humans deserve death," after I settled on that thought for my attackers, but I also had some mix of gratitude, interest, and even relief that maybe you'd finish me off. But before I could act on any of those thoughts, I collapsed, falling into you.