Set me Free

Song One:
Own it All

The hedgehog walked off the stage once the last chorus finished. All that was left to the song was the fast paced drumming solo, but he didn’t care. The magic he used to get from the clapping fans, from the heat of passion, and the unity of the band itself was all gone.He felt as if it were ripped from him, and that his heart would never heal. The one he loved, yes...the one and only.

The dressing room proclaimed his name on the door, imprinted in white letters. He opened the door, not caring to read it, but imagining it from his routine. Thinking of how he used to look with anticipation of the pirze that always laid within. He never loved them, but they were so easy. Many thought they could make him love them, a pathetic dream; others just wanted to be filled, and to see if the rumors of him were true. Surely, this girl would be no different.

His head pulled back to look up at the pink hedgehog before him. She was beautiful, and youthful. She looked cherry, but she wanted to be made dirty, she wanted to be filthy. She was naked upon the velvet couch, her hands massaged her virgin entrance. Her fingers slowly caressing the lips of her opening, all in the hopes of being a the singers slave, even if just for one night.

“Help me.” She whispered softly, but continued in an increasingly tempting tone, “ Save me, from this prinson of innocence. I want to break free.” These words, he could feel came from her heart. But at the same time, they interested him greatly. His black leather pants tightened even more as he slowly pulled them off his body. His boxers were tented, and bobbed, almost comically, as he walked to the pure pink hedgehog.

She opened the boxers and her breathe quickened, nervous from the presence before her. She curiously took a lick, much to the singer’s delight, who moaned softly from the wet touch. Her breath danced upon his cock. Her hand, finally overcoming the paranoia, grabbed the shaft and pumped him slowly. Her tongue licked, almost carelessly, at the prick, much like a 5 year old with a lolipop.

“Wrap your mouth around it, pretty girl...” He said, between silent moans. She followed his orders, wrapping her mouth around the half tortured dick, massaging from the bottom with her wet muscle. The organ began to pulsate in her mouth. He found her to be unbelievably good for a virgin, but perhaps that is what made it so exciting.

He closed his eyes, as her mouth took more of him into the wet warmth of her mouth. He suddenly pulled her off and looked at her with a sheepish grin. He then revealed his intentions

saying, “I want more than you mouth, cutie pie, I want that virgin pussy.” He said in an almsot commanding voice. She wanted this all along. How many people in the world could say they lost their virginity to their idol, especially him. She laid back upon the velvet couch, legs spread wide as she waited. He had pulled away for just a moment as she changed positions, but without him there, she began to feel lonely, and empty.

However, he was still there, and his warmth returned as his engorged member pressed against the tight entrance. The couch was saturated with the pre cum, which now leaked from the slit of the cock head. Her eyes wide, knowing already of the initial pain. He let his hips pull back, before slipping through quickly into her wet vagina. She gritted her teeth as her virginity shattered, and her membrane broke. She could see, in her mind, the blood trickling her most private parts.

However, she did not have long to contemplate this, because a sudden rush of pleasure swept over her. The sudden feeling of being filled, complete. She looked up now, with ecstasy in her eyes as her first love took that as a sign and pulled out, leaving just the head of his thick cock in her. He then pushed back in, going at her in fast rhythm.

All he could think about, at this point, was how tight and moist she was, and how much he loved the feeling of being surrounded by this virgin. He heard her groan strongly, passionately, as he continued to thrust into her, faster now. “Oh... yes..........” He said, almost silently to himself. “You are so tight.” He said, as his the friction of his quick, powerful thrust made the heat even more pleasuring than that of the young girls mouth.

He could feel his climax coming faster now, as his testicals began to tingle. He moved at an even faster pace as she groaned loudly beneath him. She begged him to go at an even faster pace, she wanted him to fill her with his essence, to pump her for all he was worth. He moved at his fastest pace, his hip muscles slowly tiring from the activity.

He then felt his ballls tighten, and his prick pulsate within the girl. Her own juices began to cover them, bathing them with the fluids. Then, with one last, overwhelming thrust, he buried himself deep within her, releasing himself into the girl. She screamed his name in pure joy, pure ecstasy.

He panted as he slowly pulled from her. He slumped over onto the couch and barely kept his eyes open as he heard a knock at the door. He pulled a blanket, conviently draped over the back of the love seat. He covered the both of them, whilst she snuggled back into him. He held her in hid arm and fell into a quiet, peaceful sleep. His manager walked in when there was no response, seeing his lead with, yet, another girl.

“Sweet dreams, ya’ lucky bastard.” He commented as he left the room. He came back in, moments later with two of the tour workers. They were going to take the star and his groupie back to the Tour Bus, as quietly as possible. They didn’t want to piss him off, they needed this job. After getting them all to their beds, the pair of workers jumped into the front seats. The one in the passenger then asked, “I wonder, what it feels like, to have everything in the world?”

The other responded with a laugh and replied, “You think he’s got it all, don’t you?” The driver had known the group since their start, and understood the leader well.

“Well, yeah. Fame, Money, Women. What more could he want?” The passenger asked as his partner backed the truck up.

Just as he drove off, he answered the question, “You could have it too, if you sacrifice all that you want, and all that you need. If you let yourself go sick, and lay awake all night to find that perfect word for just part of the song. And if you try harder than anyone before, and become better than all who compete against you, you can take what he has.”

“Well, he has it all now, so was it not worth it?”

“No, because he has lost his first inspiration, or rather, his only true love.”

A/N
OMG I am like, back bitches. *Kills self for use of evil terminology* Wait a second, this is just what I would want myself to do. I will instead, make another chapter within a few days! HAHA! I WIN AGAIN, BUT GOOD! NE ways, I like the new story, but I thinks something is missing. I like the start though...