The Benefits of Sacrifice
Synopsis: Y/N has helped Max and Holly escape camazotz by letting Henry take her back instead. Which, would be heroic if she didn’t secretly have dirty intentions on her mind.
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, she/her pronouns, female!reader, sub!reader, Smut!, a little hint of plot, Dom/sub dynamic, oral (M receiving), P in V, manipulative Henry, self-doubt, degradation, degrading names, begging, he’s rough and mad.
Henry and Y/N entered the house, his hand in hers pulling her through the hallway.
“Oh Y/N… no matter what you tell yourself, you did not allow her to escape because you’re a hero. You did it… because you were desperate for my attention. Well good news sweetheart, you’ve got it now.” Henry told her. “Are you happy with yourself?” He asked.
Y/N feared he might be right. She was at war with what she knew to be moral in her mind and what she felt in her body. Of course she cared about Holly and Max’s safety but another part of her was glad it was just the two of them again. No kids, no secret meetings with Max in the woods… just her and Henry here in the world of his mind. She pondered in silence too afraid to get to the truth on wether her journey to get Max and Holly to safety was truly self-sacrificial… or simply just self indulgent?
Y/N said nothing.
“Are you going to answer me, pretty girl? Or do I have to search your mind… again?” Henry asked her, his tone laced with sarcasm and an ever growing annoyance.
“No I-“ Y/N began.
“I’m right.” He smirked. “How selfish of you… and now because of your self-centredness my whole plan is ruined.” Henry continued, his frustration tainted the infliction of each word.
“Good.” Y/N declared, not nearly as afraid as she should be.
Henry’s eyes darkened.
“What did you say?” He asked a rhetorical question that was used in an attempt to push her back into submission.
“I said good. I’m glad your horrific plan is ruined and I’m glad that they’re safe… away from you.” She replied. No matter how angry Henry got, Y/N could not find it within herself to be afraid, or to be quiet. She somehow just knew he would never hurt her, even after the multitude of empty threats that left his mouth when someone defied him.
Y/N began to walk backwards towards the living room, a futile attempt to increase the distance between them. Henry followed, stalking over with his eyes wide open with rage, fixed on hers. She began to feel a little nervous now… but mostly excited. Every part of her wanted to see what he might do now that she had sabotaged him. Her legs finally hit the sofa and her body plummeted on top of it. Henry was still standing, but above her now.
“My pathetic little slut. I should’ve known it would be dangerous to keep you around. I’m trying to transform the world… and all you can think about is fucking me.” His words held a truth that she wasn’t quite ready to admit. She was obsessed with him. The way he would talk to her, touch her, and then hold her so gently afterwards as if his hands weren’t built for killing.
Y/N’s eyes began to scan down to look at his hands. He lifted his left hand up and grabbed her chin to tilt her eyes upwards.
“My eyes are up here, silly girl.” He spoke before tutting in disappointment. “You should be relieved I can see the truth Y/N… otherwise I might have thought your intentions were to betray me. In that case I’d have had no choice but to let the black thing take you… just as it took all the others who stood in our way… but I’ve never met anyone like you before, no. People detest me. They always have. Yet you… You worship me.” He stated and a heavy silence fell between them until he added, “and don’t you dare go trying to deny it Y/N. Lying doesn’t work with me sweetheart.” He moved his hand from her chin to her head as he spoke, tapping her temple lightly. “I see everything.” He finished.
Y/N could not speak, if she were to speak she’d be forced to be honest. She simply continued to breathe and her body fidgeted under his gaze.
“Don’t you have anything to say? You seem pretty quiet for a girl with so many dirty thoughts.” He taunted.
“Henry…” she began.
“Come on now… you can do it. Ask. What do you want from me now that we’re alone?” He asked, his voice moving from the domineering softness to an increasingly stern tone.
“I- I want… your dick Mr. Creel.” She complied.
“Get on your knees and say please.” He ordered, a smug smile painted across his face where a scowl used to be.
Y/N moved immediately, her head eye level with the zip of his trousers.
“Please Mr. Creel. You’re right about me, please let me worship every part of you. Please.” Y/N spoke as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Mmm good girl… now you’re going to help me relieve the stress you’ve caused.” He responded as he began to unzip and remove the only barrier between her face and his cock. “Open.” Henry instructed.
Y/N opened her mouth expecting him to use her immediately, but he kept her waiting, mouth agape and needy for a long agonising moment. She shuffled on her knees in agitation. Henry stared down at her, that familiar smirk still stuck on his face,
“Are you sure you’re ready to take me darling?” He asked as he pushed one of his fingers into her mouth, testing her throat. He left her mouth for her to respond.
“I’m so ready Henry please, let me make you feel good.” She responded.
“Atta girl.” He replied whilst gripping the back of her head and pushing her mouth onto his dick.
She knew the feeling of her lips around his hard cock was driving him wild because he was finally no longer teasing her with his words. The only sound leaving his lips was a series of pleasure filled grunts. As his hand in her hair loosened she began to make her own pace on his dick, taking him deep into her throat. She felt a sense of pride over the way his posture had relaxed as he stood above her validating her talents with the sound of his moans.
Hearing him only made her all the more desperate. She moved her hand and rubbed her clothed pussy until she felt the fierce grip of Henry’s hand against her neck. He pulled her off him.
“That’s enough my little whore.” His tone was assertive.
“What… why?” Y/N began to whine.
“Shhhhh stand up.” He told her and she complied. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He began to whisper in her ear. “and you… are going to be fucked so brainless that you won’t ever have the mind to conspire against me or my plans for the world again. Do you understand?” He asked her.
“Yes, sir.” She agreed.
At that, Henry grabbed Y/N and pinned her down onto the sofa. He crept under her skirt and, whilst working his hands up the sides of her legs he brought the fabric to her stomach revealing the pants she wore underneath that he swiftly removed.
He ran one finger through her slit and Y/N’s body jumped at the touch.
“Mmm so wet just from sucking my cock you dirty mischievous girl.” He mocked.
“Please Henry sir. I need you.” She began to beg for more.
“You’ll have to be more specific, my love. Tell me, remind me of what you’d like me to do to you.” He refused to go any further without hearing it from her voice first.
“I want you to fuck my desperate pussy so hard that I won’t be able to think about going behind your back again. Please.” She finally responded.
He did not hesitate. He lined himself up and began his thrusts in and out of her. The sound of his cock entering and exiting her pool of arousal mixed with each of their moans was enough to drive them both to the edge, Henry’s pace quickened and he began to rub her aching clit with his hand.
“Mhmmm Henry… sooo close.. please.” Y/N’s mind was filled with nothing but bliss and Henry stood at the centre of her idea of what pleasure could be.
“Come for me now.” Henry ordered, his voice raspy and desperate as they both hit their climax.
Henry let his body drape beside her and she settled into his hold.
He began to leave small gentle kisses across her arm.
“I’m not mad at you anymore.” He began. “I don’t need other vessels to combine the worlds… not when the release you give me keeps me strong.” His words filled her stomach with a toxic mixture of dread and pride in the gratification that he needed her as much as she did him