A fantasy that is so specific for me but I want to play it out
It's around 1 or 2 am. Neither of us know, or care. We have long since shed our awareness of the passage of time, along with all of our clothes and couple joints. He's blissed out, on his back, having already cum a couple times, but right now the energy is slow. I like to take my time. I straddle him and position myself on top of him, kissing my way up his neck.
"Mm, hey pretty boy. So I've got some good news and bad news. They're both the same thing, actually: as it turns out, "I" am more accurately a "we," and it seems like it's unlocked a rather... sadistic aspect of myself.
I'm sure you've noticed the difference when I'm domming you. The way I laugh like an evil genius watching you squirm and whimper. The way I aggressively pound into you. The way I push into you as I'm cumming like I'm filling you up. The way I growl and pant like a desperate animal." I rake my nails gently down his chest. He lets out a moan. I feel my dick throbbing. I lean in and kiss him aggressively, pressing my lips into his with a ferocity that shows just what I mean. I linger with my teeth on his lip, biting just a fraction harder than I think he can take. I sit back up and grab a fistful of his hair, but don't pull it. I can feel a smirk spread across my face.
"It's a little funny, really. What a coincidence, huh? A sadistic feral dom to hit you and fuck you senseless. It's exactly what you needed. Well, my good little toy, I fear you may have created your own monster.
Of course, I'm not *new.* But I'm certainly new to being in control. And I AM very much in. Control."
I lunge forward, grabbing his arms and pinning them next to him. Now the smirk is more akin to a Cheshire cat's grin. It may be my imagination, but a low growl seems to escape my throat as I keep speaking.
"I think it would be awfully fun for you to try and guess my name. It's quite melodramatic, sure, but I'm honestly a little worried about giving you a proverbial key to this particular door."
He looks at me with a soft expression of confusion and concern, albeit fuzzy by how blissed out he is.
"Oh, my sweet prince, of course I'll give you hints. I may enjoy torturing you a bit, but I'm not cruel. I know how few brain cells you usually have when I'm around.
It's on theme, certainly. In fact, there's a very loose theme to the entire system. I suppose if any part of me was still a girl, there would be a floral name in here somewhere.
But the tricky thing about nature, is that sometimes beauty goes hand in hand with pain."
"Oh, my little desperate slut. You need more help?" I lean right into his ear, my voice dripping with poison. "You've certainly been a factor in helping all of me bloom, but remember..." I pause, letting the anticipation hang in the air. I can hear his heart beating. The air is electric. I feel invincible.
He takes in a quick gasp. His eyes shoot open. I raise my head to look him dead in the eyes, my gaze pinning him down just as effectively as my hands.
He barely vocalizes. I can see him trembling.
My vision flashes and goes black.
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