ᯓ★ cw: , established relationship in the past, porn w/ no plot, memory loss , dub!con.
you don’t understand why this house calls to you. Why they call to you, why it calls for you.
you knock quietly, half expecting the house to be abandoned and this is another false lead. one more knock you say. then you’ll go home. one more.
….
silence.
your heads thrown back as he bottoms out. hands placed cautiously on his chest as your greedy pussy sucks him in. It’s a long tough ride down to the bottom , once you’re loopy enough to take.
your eyes are deep in your head. every inch of his feels like a knife to your insides, but it cuts you so deliciously you have no choice but to fall into depredation.
“Are you okay, pumpkin?” you cringe at the nickname. No. — is the obvious answer. you can’t even remember how you got here and how you got coaxed into riding a likely-child murderer. But it feels so good. Too good, good enough to already feel that tight bubble getting ready to explode.
your body responds for you, finally sinking up his cock and sliding back down. Like a heartbeat, you can feel him deep in your stomach, nudging against your bruised cervix.
It’s feels so good. too good, leaning to lay on his shoulder as you let him take the lead. Thrusting up inside you with his hands wrapped around waist. slowly sinking deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust feels like a ticket closer to hell.
it’s pleasurable for you —- heaven for him. You don’t know it yet. You always forget after you walk out that door. But this happens every time like clockwork. And without fail it never seems to feel like the first time.
You always pretend you don’t know him. You don’t realize that sweet your little mind plays tricks on you enough to believe like you don’t know him. But you sweet little leaking cunt does. So receptive to the way he sinks a metal hand between you and play with your swollen clit.
He coos into your ears, deep voice sending shivers down your spine straight to your cunt. he sees the way you come undone. Looking deep into your shaken eyes as you cum around him. Milking him for all he has to give.
and every time. you come back, you just can’t get enough. The only person who’s allowed to leave their house of horrors. The only price you pay is your diginity when you cum as soon as you moan a name you don’t remember.
there’s a sweet silence that’s surrounds the two of you. it’s a silence that only comes when he touches you.
the awkwardness in your smile into his kiss or unsurety if you should squeeze back at his uncomfortably tight hold.
he starts by licking your clit. It’s languid in itself. almost likes eating ice cream. it’s teasing, and only sexy when you close your eyes and pretend it’s anybody else.
but he doesn’t let you forget. he never does. a bite to your labia causes you to jump back up, all previous pleasure lost as blood drips into your sheets.
instinctively, you close your legs and move away, looking at him in teary wide eyes and you wish for the pain away. you know this wouldn’t work, that would be assuming he has empathy, which is a human trait. which is something he is not.
it’s anything but human when he pulls you back by your ankle. laughing with his entire chest. he latches onto your clit once against. The series of emotions is suffocating.
one hand latched onto your inner thigh as he keeps you nice and spread. the other resting on the fat of the pleasure. leaving you no choice but to take the pleasure the best way you can.
turning your head and moaning onto the pillows. doing everything in your favor to not press his face deeper in your all too receiving cunt and and mark his face with your sweet nectar.
there’s no use. you know it’s coming. a sweet overstimulating vibration in your belly. your eyes screwed shut and your body all but humping his face. “shut strade! m’ gonna cum!”
it’s hard to describe how that evil laugh makes you fall apart under him. the same cruel laugh that comes with the way he throws you around. that when he gets that sick craving that causes him to cut you until your on the inch of life the fuck the wound that he made. his laugh ringing through your ears as you slip through this world.
and it’s the same laugh you hear as you cry out into the world, calling his name. the name you begged to never touch you again. is the same one you cry out when all you are is someone whose surrounded by him.
when Albedos done eating you out, he reaches up and kisses you. His kiss isn’t soft. Right now it’s hard and demanding. It’s deep and you can feel it in the way his empty chest presses against yours. He kisses you with a passion unknown to you, like a secret he’s scared to share. It’s wet and messy. You can taste yourself on his lips - soft.
his body is so completely in tune with yours. no matter what he wants — he’s stopping to let you breathe into him. His hair surrounding your senses, the smell of chalk and solvents. Something so unknown and strange. A wet varnish you know you’re not supposed to inhale but you do anyway, because it’s so so addicting.
thinking about Gluskin who knows nothing about foreplay. of course he knows about your typical blow job but no, he doesn’t know about the amazing concept of eating pussy or fucking you dumb with his thick fingers. Or trying literally Anything to make the aching pain of his fat cock lighter ripping you apart lighter. The mind - numbing sting of him pushing into your dry cunt is enough to make you writhe and cry. And to be fair to him, you’re the first woman he’s touched in a while, he’s considerate enough to cover your mouth and let you cry into his large hand, still awkwardly pushing inside of you. You wish you could reach down and play with your clit but honestly he’d probably smack your hand away. He says something about how happy he is that you’ve saved your virginity for him, and that your taking him so well, which isn’t true in the slightest but honestly your in too much in pain to be breaking up his fantasies right now.
it’s always about him stealing your panties to jerk off with and never about him stealing your socks and putting them on his cock before he fists himself like a freak
CONTENT. - heavy themes of manipulation, sexual themes (consensual and non consensual ), mind break, humiliation (non-sexual), broken bones, yandere/obsessive behavior, unknown character death, infantilization, gun play, violence & murder, age difference, terrorism’
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The theory of immortality is confusing.
The idea that a living, breathing, human, can overcome the disease that is death is one that many have left to their imaginations.
To be human, to be alive - is to die. The process of your cells breaking down, once your heart beats one last time, is a fate which many of us will soon know. A fate that all organisms have known. Whether their heart stops beating or not.
So, what do we call these … Agins?
They simply cannot be human, they disregard every human being’s greatest goal. “death” but they were born human weren’t there? raised as a human? Speak like we do, eat like we do, is it a mimicry? Have they been faking the traits that all humans know? For what purpose?
so many questions.
They build up in the mind like a ticking time bomb, keeping you from doing the simplest of tasks. - Ever since you saw the news that faithful day.
A young reporter, one that even looked slightly like you. Stood in-front of what looked like a mental hospital. You and your friends gathered in front of the tv inside your friend’s little bedroom, watching in silence as the reporter confirmed that there are beings out there, who have defeated death. That one of them, resembling a human, a man, tall, dark, and almost cute had escaped one of these facilities that was meant to hold them. With the help of one of their other “Agin” buddies.
The confusion clouded like gas, thick. With an abundance of questions. Your friend was the first speak out, Naomi, the owner of the little room you sat in.
“I gotta call my parents! this has to be fake!” she said fumbling with her phone as she stood up.
“Nah, I don’t think it is,” Chloe started, they wouldn’t put a prank like this on national tv.” You shook your head in agreement,
“hopefully uhm, they catch them soon?” your voice comes out unsure, not helping with Naomi sopratic behavior.
“I hope they don’t.” Chloe leans back on her chair, pulling out her phone. “Who knows what they did to him in that lab, probably ran all types of experiments.”
Only if you knew the end of it.
Only if they had shown a photo of the Agins on that faithful day, the dark man who had escaped wasn’t the villain in your story, just another player on a chess board played by a wannabe god.
And the wannabe god was certainly was close to it.
He didn’t even bother tying your hands up the first time he laid you in that thin metal bed, you were stripped of your clothes, only left in a pair of pink cotton underwear and fluffy socks. He had laughed when you offered him money, combed his hands through your hair, when you tried to beg for your freedom, wondering why you were in that predicament in the first place.
The first night was your only night of peace, when you think about it. Waking up the next morning to the sound of playful shooting games and the heaviness of your swollen eyes. Slowly blinking open to the sight of a metal warehouse.
“your awake now sleepyhead?” He only glimpsed up at you from his chair. His constant clicking keeping his attention off of you.
The first thing you had thought of was how strange this whole situation was. Who was this strange man? Why hasn’t he even looked up at you! were you going to die? was he going to sell you off as meat to some old men around the world? Or is this some type of sex slave thing?!
Like he can read your thoughts, he sits up and stands next to you. Every nerve, muscle and bone in your body quakes at you to run. Flight or flight kicking in as your hand bunch up the much softer blankets below.
“your probably very confused right now? I’m not one for monologues but I uh don’t watch you to be to scared.” he’s much taller than you, now that you can see him up close and not under the dark moonlight. Much bigger too, more masculine than any man you’d ever seen. Older as well. But you can’t tell his actual age, not from the contrast of his face to his body.
You wouldn’t stand a chance.
“You’ll be staying here for a while with me, won’t worry I won’t keep you separated for long, I even had the bedsheets changed to be more comfortable.”
he pulls a piece of loose hair behind your ear, in an almost sappy way. Like in those romantic drama you used to love so much.
“I wouldn’t run either, I wouldn’t want to have to break one of your pretty arms, right baby?” You externally cringe at the pet name . The expression washing over your face. “I uh… sorry, I’m not used to this.” He looks almost… embarrassed? But that’s not the correct term. Almost pitiful, you would say. He even washes his hands over his face dramatically as he left you there on the bed. Fully unrestrained.
And you sat there. Unrestrained for days. Months probably. By yourself in a room. With nothing but the uncertainty and confusion of your situation.
In reality it had only been two weeks, The only human interaction was with that creepy old man and the quiet ginger who brings you food. The only time you’ve really spoken was with the latter, it was on one of the days where your fate weighed heavy on you. Your eyes becoming swollen and you couldn’t help but sob into yourself. The thin man had happened to come in around meal time, pushing a plate of rice and soup onto your dresser.
“Uh-uhm. Are you okay?”
He came up behind you, hesitant to touch you in your state.
“Hey I get it- I felt powerless before too. But trust me, Satos only going to help you!”
Sato.
The only real thing you took from that conversation.
Sato is the one who took you away from your life to put you in a playhouse with only metal walls, a bed and a tv.
And you thought the boredom was the extent of your problems.
The boredom that soon rotted away with the presence of the same man, the one you thought was too scared to even show himself around you.
“Whew I’m beat.” He starts.
You blink up. your body clutching around the covers in your defenseless state.
It takes you a second to adjust but you wish you hadn’t.
You certainly wish you hadn’t seen him covered in blood, his overalls stained with scent of ash and crimson.
You jump up, your bodies instincts failing you once again as he grabs you.
“Chill..” he whispers as he holds you down, his voice deep and low, your stomach filling over as his scent overtakes your being.
“what happened?” You manage to cough out, your voice seeming unrecognizable even to yourself, not even realizing why you asked the question.
“aww are you worried about me? Most of this blood was mine, so I guess you’re not far off.” He chuckles like he isn’t pressing you down into the bed. You quickly shake your head.
“Why would I be worried about you?!” You ask, with more venom than intended. “You’ve kept me locked up here like some patient!”
he’s not stunned by your outburst, not at all. Only laughing as he presses his head into your neck.
“Do you miss being outside?”
The words shock you more than his actions do, you don’t make a sound, however, shaking your head with less hesitance than you wished.
“How about we make a deal then?” He waits a moment before starting. He starts without words, with a kiss actually. A soft kiss to the soft of your neck. It’s sensitive, not from anything sexual but from the lack of human touch. “Don’t fight me, and I’ll let you outside?”
You’ve been bidding your time for a while. Every time he waltzed into your room. And laid in your bed without words, playing his little games or fumbling with the controller. You knew you couldn’t beat him, you knew that there was something different about him that ruined your chance of your body even trying to fight him. Now that it’s confirmed, with both his body language and the stains of blood he lays in, that If he tells the truth, this might be your only way out.
But actions speak louder than words. So commences. You were unsure if you’d let him rape you if he’d wanted to, but you were unsure if that would even be considered rape. Especially if you moan whenever his harsh lips meet your skin, sucking red and blue bruises into it. His knees in between your thighs as you held onto his blood-riddled shirt. You would almost hump his leg if let alone for another week.
“Have you had your first kiss yet?” He says softly, his voice is still so deep, and almost exhilarating as he grinds his knee against your clit.
“N-no” you whimper out, and he laughs at you again, it’s probably his favorite thing to do, giggle at your expressions or your cries.
The memory after it, kinda flutters in your mind. But he definitely keeps his promises.
Letting you outside to watch the buzzing city life. Not without the repayment of your body, not always sexual but your time as well.
Listening to him yap away about his video game rants. His playful energy would be almost delightful to be around if not your predicament. And the more time you spent with the others, the more your head cleared from the delirious state he had previously kept you in. Now gathering pieces of your old self.
Your old mind and humanity.
He loves to keep you entertained, wresting as a form of foreplay, before he ripped the peices of clothes he was hesitant to give you in the first place, (until he remembered that if you were to be around others, you had to be some-way decent). You could even inflict damage that would surely leave a scar, and as long as it lasted you found yourself using your full strength against him. Always to end up face down, with him whispering the filthiest things in your ear and his large hands creating bruises around your hips.
The constant drive in your mind grew as soon as you found out what his true nature was.
Which happened in a way, most might deem comical.
You were sitting in a larger room with two of Satos friends, unnamed and unimportant when a familiar face walked right through the door. Not familiar in the way as someone you would’ve known but someone you had wished to avoid in your normal life.
Tanaka.
An agin.
A creature. One that couldn’t be considered human, who broke all laws that surrounded human nature,
Your body had been conditioned around blood and violence, consistently filtering out the names of government officials, high towers that were continently destroyed on the news the next day, or the room, the constant location switches, the metal door which you had believed wasn’t filled with guns and weapons of war .
Everything clicking in your mind, from the first time you saw Tanakas escape to when they had bombed a pharmacy and Sato had turned off the tv before you had the chance to only see the familiar gray hair and thick eyebrows, in your heart maybe you’ve even heard his name before!
How could you be so stupid!
So stupid to believe that everything had an explanation that you didn’t need to be told. That all you had to focus on was gaining Satos trust even if that mean cockwarming through long matches of his games. All of it was for nothing because the people you had sat along with, were a different version of monster.
And before you knew it, your barefooted feet, were hitting the metal of a door; locking yourself in with only two ways out. A locked back entrance and the door you had just came out of. Even that escape was lucky, you didn’t know what they were capable of! And now that you’ve locked the door, what will they do to you? But it won’t matter because you won’t be there to find out! Throwing yourself, slamming your fist until their dark and blood. You don’t even get to savor the satisfaction of getting the door open.
Only him. A known terrorist, someone you’ve let violate you, even after he took you from your home, and killed all of those people!
but it’s not time to wallow! You try and push past him the best you can. Small fists being gripped and pushed behind your back, but you continue to struggle, to fight, to kick and push and headbutt. To scream and wallow and cry like the first time you were brought here, like after the first time he had kissed you and stolen your innocence. But it’s all useless.
As soon as the others get the door open, you’re pinned to the floor; your arm snapped in half and your eyes clenched shut in pain.
“Such a sorry sight, almost kinda feel bad for her,”
He doesn’t even speak; no response but another laugh. One that rings in your ear at the sound of your arm snapping,
Snap, and his laugh,
As he carried you back to another room.
Snap and his laugh,
As he stripped away your clothes until you laid naked on the cold floor,
Snap and his laugh,
Is all that replays when he finally mounts you, and doesn’t stop until there’s blood.
Snap and his laugh.
As he toys with you, throughout the days.
But maybe this feels better than before,
Knowing you’re not letting this happen, that you fought and lost.
That you didn’t enjoy the constant jokes and conversation.
Or enjoy him in anyway. That you weren’t craving his attention and touch on particularly cold night. Praying no God could hear you moan out his name as he spelled his name with his tongue.
Or enjoy his comfort. That you didn’t bat an eye when he told you not to worry about all the bad things he did.
You knew it all along and him being an Agin wasn’t the breaking point.
It feels good knowing that they laugh at you and believe your weak, that they can hear when your moans mix with cries when you call him a monster he forces a gun inside your little hole,
It feels good knowing that you’re helpless and it’s not your fault.
The confusion of it all wipes away, you won’t ever be pliant, you think. Only a mixture of sorrow under the rough hands of the man who shapes you, someone who couldn’t be considered a human, even though he acts, talks and sounds like him. No human would ever treat you like this, or be so cruel, to pretend like you love a real human girl, but all of it is lies, you lie to yourself to feel better about your delirium, to mend the cloud that forms whenever you whisper back “i love you toos”,
A sick joke, played out by an even sicker thought .
welcome to cupids first kinktober!! I’m so so excited to do this and it’s going to span over all three of my accounts !! @suneslvr @cupids-archives #requests are open 😇
current hyper fixations are, dc, mha, lmk, black myth wukong, creepypasta/slashers, degrees of lewdity, boyfriend to death(1+2)/tpof, scp, & genshin impact! If I don’t get a request for a specific day the default would be one of these fandoms. 💉
(all of these could be customized!)
₊˚♱ ━ October 1rst -- MONSTER?
🩸: your laying in bed on Halloween night. The air is cold and your bedroom is even colder. As you lure yourself asleep, you hear a ghostly sound oming from your closet!
💉: (stalker x fem!reader, stalking, dub/non-con, death threats, choking, and size kink.)
🔪: OPEN
₊˚♱ ━ October 5th — MR. SANDMAN!
🩸: your dreams are constantly plagued by a pale figure. Soon these dreams start to become a reality. Will you wake up before he catches you?
💉 : (dream-spirit x fem!reader, coercion, dub-con, overstim, dream-fucking, somnophilia.)
🔪 : OPEN
₊˚♱ ━ October 10th — DRACULA!
🩸: As a lonely adventurer you wander the 1800s Europeans streets looking for treasure and lost artifacts, soon you come across a castle with everything you’ve ever wanted, little do you know about the secret that lies above.
💉: (sealed! monster x fem! reader, blood play, religious text, monsterfucking, hallucinations, happy ending(?))
🔪: OPEN
₊˚♱ ━ October 15th — LOVE POTION.
🩸: you come back to town after a long vacation. Every person you come across has this love crazed look in their eye? You rush to return home after getting cornered by people you’ve thought were your friends? what’s gotten into everyone?!
💉: (threesomes, overstim, breeding, possessiveness, aphrodisiacs, mentions of non-con, and dub-con)
🔪: OPEN
₊˚♱ ━ October 20th — SERIAL KILLER!
🩸: An odd alert shows up on your phone? A serial killer has escaped! and it’s—? … soon you start to receive calls and messages from an unknown number. will you be the sadistic killers new victim?
💉: (knife play, dub-con to consenting, threats, mentions of murder/gore, mentions of rape.)
🔪 : OPEN
₊˚♱ ━ October 25th — THE CONJURING.
🩸: Series of people in your town have been found in massive murder-suicides. Some believe the small- time life finally got to them. others an otherworldly demon.
🩸: You’re invited to a Halloween party! Unfortunately the two of you get lost on the way there, however an old timely couple picks you up and allows you to stay for the weekend. Everything seems to get along quite nicely, except for the screaming you hear in the basement.
💉: (mentions of incest, gang-banging, corruption, cockwarming, cannibalism, brat taming,dacraphilia, drug use)
bending over in front of your easily flustered boyfriend can only go so far. tight pink panties showing under your short skirt, revealing just enough before standing up and pretending nothing happened. you know the effect you have on him but that doesn’t stop you from attempting to get him all hard and needy for you.
even going as far as to pretend to drop something just to get on your knees and crawl around. ass up in the air as you search for something for uncomfortably long, pouting suggestively.
you bend over the desk, ass in his face as you pretend to be grabbing paper, pretending to trip and fall right into his lap.
“ahh-! I’m sorry!!” you scream, being convincing as you can as you sit on his lap, pressing into his bulge. “Im so sorry sir..” you tease, still rubbing against him despite your apologetic regards.
you don’t even attempt to get to, slyly rubbing his cock through his pants, grinding on his dick while making innocent pleas. he doesn’t attempt to push you off, enjoying how he can feel you growing wet from under your panties but the heat rushing to his face is unpleasant, his dick becoming heavy in his pants.
“p-please..” he begs, tracing his hand down to your stomach and to your already swollen clit, the constant rubbing sends shivers up your spine, not even trying to hide your moans. you don’t say anything to him though.
his hands push you further down to his lap, his breath becoming heavy as he undoes his pants wasting no time before moving your wet panties to the side and pushing himself in.
he bites at your neck sucking on it as he bounces you on his cock, his breathing becoming faster and faster as his thrusts speed up.
this blog is a video game & mythology based writing blog 🍒.
I’m 19, 🇭🇹,🇫🇷, & 🇬🇭! as well as pansexual!
I write dark content including, yandere, non consensual sex, dubious consensual sex, kidnapping, & heavy and violent descriptions. (will be tagged next to the fandom as 🥀 my more vanilla content will be tagged with ♥️!)
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delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who trusts you immediately and lets you wander the house while he’s at work, though all the doors are locked, giving you access to all the rooms.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who tells you his name, Raphael and encouraging you to give him nicknames.
delusional!yandere 𖥔 ࣪ who seems to know everything about you even more that you know about yourself.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who forces himself on you, quietly shushing you while he pushes himself in, telling you it’ll be over soon and you should enjoy it.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who buys you treats and stuffed animals when your doing good, even going as to throw little parties between the two of you.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who sleeps with your back to his chest, never letting you get up during the night without having to wake him up first.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who when you pretend to warm up to him will allow it because he loves the attention from you and will even give you more privileges.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who gives you cute nicknames, like sweetheart, darling and his love.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ that lets you outside as long as you stay in his sight, not noticing you start to run through the forest and causing you to fall into a bear trap.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ that’s there when you wake up, wrapping your swollen ankle in bandages, but doesn’t look at you or talk.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ that gives you the silent treatment afterwards, only stating how disappointed he was that you would run away from him. even going as far as to start sleeping on the couch.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who still doesn’t tie you up (even though you can’t run away) instead locking up certain objects like knife cabinets and windows.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who can’t control himself from going into your bedroom and getting himself off, slowly moving his hand up and down his cock imagining you taking him down your throat until he cums in your mouth.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ stops ignoring you a few days later, returning back to normal and giving you the same attention as usual, even buying you a makeup gift for being so mean.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who has to remind himself not to get mad at you because he knows your not used to being loved this much and you don’t know how to feel.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who on the first night of things being back to normal, shoves your face in a pillow and takes out all of his pent up anger on your pussy, leaving the wall scraped from the headboard banging into the wall.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ that holds you while your sleeping, leaving kisses on your already bruised neck.
delusional!yandere, 𖥔 ࣪ who hopes you develop Stockholm syndrome or at least that you end up loving him the same way he loves you.
ugh i love ur writing sm!! could u do a macaque oneshot w a kitty reader whos a virgin? and too sensitive for her own good :(( - 🩰
cw: oral, fingering, mentions of fluid and hypersensitivity, over stimulation, brief mention of kidnapping, dubious consent.
maybe he’s a sadist. Or this is some sort of sick joke.
your ears twitched, a reflex you’ve had whenever your body sensed danger, you knew from the moment he sat you down. Pulling down cute little pink skirt that something was wrong.
Macaque had some sort of glint in his eyes once you suddenly whimpered you were a virgin, he could’ve known as soon he saw your little pussy, but you were sooo nervous that you had to shout it out before he could even get to the best part.
“aww, really? You’re so adorable.” He pushes one thick furry finger against your white underwear, nudging against your clit. You whine— it’s pathetic really. He just groans at the sound, your face welling with thick tears. God he can almost cum right there.
“It’s really a wonder how you’re a virgin.. your telling my nobody has ravished this pretty pussy yet? Please.”
“no, no I’m not lying, I’m really sensitive right there—“
He circles his finger around, watching as your body moves against you and presses itself onto it, desperate to find relief even from his single digit. “Oh? What’s this? Have you been pent up lately?”
Of course you don’t respond , your eyes rolling into your head as his finger leaves you, instead focusing on removing your soaked panties.
Macaque leaned down, becoming face to face with your pussy, his hot breath felt torturous against your bottom, but not more than when he stuck his tounge out to kitten lick your entrance, his fur sticking to your clit and you couldn’t resist but hold on to it.
His pace was vigorous. Pulling at your tail until you echoed his name like prayer. His mouth sapped up any fluids he could reach, his left hand curling inside you,while his mouth laid waste to your aching clit.
“please! I wanna cum!” You couldn’t even talk to him earlier but now your back arched against the bed, humping your captors face with your tounge lolled and your eyes closed and tightend. He removed his fingers and flicked at your clit with his rough tongue, looking up as you came undone. Your cum leaving a wonderful taste on his heightened senses.
“if you reacted like that to my tongue, your going to feel amazing on my cock my love.”
you don’t do anything but spread your legs, your brain mumbled, maybe you subconsciously think macaques your mate? but you crawl until your stomach, lifting your ass up, presenting your wet pussy to him,
“Fuck. Is this what horny little kitties do when they want their masters cock?”
You didn’t even register when he took his own pants off, but your breath hitches in your throat when his tip presses against your entrance. “Please be gentle…” you mumble into the bed.
“I’ll try.” He’s swift when he envelops himself inside you. Your body caging around his as you try and match his thrusts. He’s much slower than you imagined, only as in attempt to not hurt you in your first time together, it’s no use though his cock stretches you in a way nothing else can’t. His top pressing against your cervix with ease, all while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re so perfect my love, I’m so glad you’re here with me—god. I wanna put a baby in your little pussy— fuck!”
You grip onto the sheets, claws coming out as you cum onto his cock, your mouth wide. He’s soon to follow, squeezing your hips against his own and you can almost feel his cum entering your womb.
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