I want to sit in your lap and take what I want from you.
Maybe your hands would be tied above your head, or perhaps bound behind you. Either way you'd watch, entranced, as I grind on your thigh, squeezing my tits, showing you how soft they are. C'mon, feel them. Oh, I forgot, you can't move your hands, can you? That's too bad.
Maybe one of my hands would sneak down, trailing over my stomach until I'm touching myself. I'm so wet already, you wanna feel? You want a taste, sweetheart? I might even wait for an answer before placing two fingers on your tongue and telling you to suck. Yeah? You like the taste of my pussy? You look kinda dumb like this. You'll probably whine at that.
Fuck, that's so pathetic, all you want is a pretty girl to be mean to you, huh? That makes you hard? Mm, no, that wasn't a question. I'll sit high on your thighs, grinding until I can feel the shape of your strap. Oh, you're really ready for me! No, no, it's cute. I'm not making fun of you. I'll wonder if you're wet and leaking into your boxers. I'll decide you probably are from the sweet little noises you're making every time I get the angle right.
I'll wonder how much time it'll be before you're begging to be able to touch me.
I really hope the ask box is still open because I’d love to request something with cobra commander. Honestly he’s such an entitled piss baby and I’d love nothing more than to dom that loser.
“Look at you now, Great Cobra Commander! You’re positively trembling.” Cobra didn’t take kindly to your cooing. He wriggled and writhed under your hand holding down his neck, grip a tight warning, and the other palming him slowly through his tidy uniform pants. “Your soldiers should be here to see this. Do you think they’d come running to save you?”
You were light and cheerful in your teasing, a bright grin on your face, but by the feel of Cobra’s hard-on under you it was still doing what you wanted. You couldn’t hold yourself back much longer, replacing your hand with the slow roll of your own body on top of your captive. It had taken a lot of planning, quiet nights with just you and your hand, but you had finally trapped your darling Cobra right where you wanted. The wriggling little viper.
If Cobra was going to retort, his words ended up caught in his throat under your hand. You could feel the way his neck muscles twitched under your touch, his hands tight around your wrist but not attempting to break free. He put up a weak facade of fighting back.
Heat licked at your frazzled nerves, your chest heaving with the excitement of it all after your intense wrestling match with Cobra. He was so much weaker than you imagined, his hips barely able to move you as he bucked up into your body still grinding down on him. From the way his body tensed and writhed, Cobra wasn’t going to last long.
Just as well, your teammates were going to come looking for you soon. Unfortunate that your time together was so limited, but you would rather spare Cobra such humiliation. Even if his reaction would be priceless.
“Are you gonna come? Gonna get off to me holding you down?” You leaned down, body free to roll more easily against the tent in his pants. “You love to be held down and used, dont you?”
Cobra’s hands clenched tight around your wrist, a high whine breaking out from your loosening grip as he came to your weight on top of him. Holding him still. You pressed a single, sweet kiss to Cobra’s polished helmet before getting up to escape. Leaving your enemy commander a limp, panting mess on the floor.
The inbox is open and I'm back around to request more cobra commander. So, cobra commander/reader nsfw and holy cow I want him to suffer. Something dirty and amazing that makes that piss baby want to scream.
I hope you can have fun with this one darling 😘
//im making it a sequel to this post//
Your soft, ungloved hand works his cock for what feels like the millionth time, although you know you couldn't have been in here for longer than an hour. Technically, you aren't supposed to be here and, technically, you would be in a lot of trouble if someone were to catch you. But you're not just some worthless newbie! You'll show the rest of your comrades that you're just as important. That's why this is alright. At least, it will be once you wring the information you need out of Cobra. Or out of his dick. Whichever.
He hisses at you with demands to move faster, bucking his hips until he's practically fucking into your cupped hand. You have to wonder how often he gets to be touched like this, not just sexually but intimately. If you just wanted to sexually torment him, you would have just left your leather glove on, but a guy like Cobra... You have to assume he doesn't get a loving touch too often. Why would he be such a disgusting little urchin if he did? You slow down, for the millionth time, and Cobra rears his helmet covered head back with a near shout of anguish.
"When my subordinates release me from this infernal cell, you will wish you had never even been born!" He's such a charming man. You just choose to assume he means 'when my subordinates release me I'm going to beg you to fuck me hard.' It's a nicer thought.
"You're not liking this? Maybe I'll just leave," Before the sentence is even out of your mouth Cobra is demanding, in his shrill, loud voice, that you stay and finish what you've done. You can't see his any of his skin, besides his rather flushed cock, but you have to assume he's sweating and red. How can the guy stand to be in that helmet for so long?
Cobra leans his head down, chin nearly touching his chest, as you move your hand torturously slow on his angry cock. The start of condescending laughter bubbles up from Cobra's chest, and you know you're going to have to humor more of his demented tirades.
"So you've been thinking about me since I first claimed you, is that it?" You perk up at his words, eyebrow arched but face otherwise guarded. You didn't mean to give him the wrong idea. "Admit it, you little whore. You've been thinking about my cock all this time, haven't you?"
You bristle at his words, not wanting to give him anything to needle you with but... There's a part of you, a nasty, evil little part, that agrees with Cobra. The way he spoke to you, promised to make you a good, useful soldier, is everything you've ever wanted. You want to be good. You liked that he saw potential in you.
"I enjoyed it, too," You shiver at his words, taken by them before you could realize it. You wish he would shut up, but your hand keeps working his cock with a gentle touch. Cobra cants his hips up to meet you, a sigh you assume he meant to repress coming muffled from under that shiny helmet. "We could be so good together. So chaotic."
Your grip remains gentle, loving, but you speed up as Cobra talks. He may have meant to needle at your insecurities, but he's letting himself go with the fantasy your touch evokes. You want to feel those lips on you again. It doesn't matter if he never lets you see him, you just wanted to be close to so much power. But you have a self-ordained mission to complete and you are going to see it through. Your gaze hardens as Cobra talks, determined despite the roiling pit of heat in your belly.
"They are incompetent when it comes to harnessing your potential, but I could make so much more out of you," Cobra lifts his head just the slightest bit, just enough to let you know he's watching you. You look into your own reflection, seeing someone young and lost and ruffled. But resolute. Cobra melts into your caring, loving touch. He's falling into the idea he's built up of you, the vision he has for what you could be. Who you could be to him.
"There is so much more than they will ever let you know. So much more that you could be. They are holding you back. The future isn't with G.I. Joe," Cobra says the name with derision, "It is with me."
You lean closer, your lips just barely touching the tip of his cock, letting your breath fan over his sensitive skin, "The hidden missiles, Cobra. Where are they?" Your words are soft as your hand slows again, just barely, but he's so deep into the moment that consists of you. Only you. You, you, you.
"Donner Pass," He hisses, almost seeming like he wants to spit at you, "Don't you dare stop!"
As a reward, you're hand speeds up faster than before. You don't break the pace you've set, don't look away from his helmet, for once letting him have what you so cruelly kept out of reach. Cobra comes in your hand with a stuttering, broken, gasping cry of your alias. You haven't the time to move your mouth away, his load hitting you across the nose and cheek. You would grumble if it didn't make that pit in your stomach flip and turn with something you try desperately to hold down.
"Perfect!" You jump up, wiping hastily at your face with a dirty cloth you kept to clean your gun. Ew. You're about to leave before you jolt with realization, turning to make sure you put Cobra's dick away and settle his ruffled clothing. You just hope unblocking the cell camera will be just as easy. Cobra tries his damnedest to rile you into coming back, but you're out of the cell block before he can even hiss your codename.
Cobra Commander needs more love tbh, may I ask for an s/o dominating Cobra Commander in bed?
//he does NOT deserve love but god do i want to love him with my bwussy (blog pussy)//
It was always a struggle getting him alone for one minute without him flitting off on one of his excursions. You were a simple scientist, an inventor and certified medic if need be, so it was a wonder to your Cobra peers why you held such a high position. They whispered, saying horrible things about what you would do for power. Not that it was a lie, per se, but you would never use your Commander like that. They had no idea what you went through to love him. How hard it was to pin him down and let you love him.
Cobra Commander was flighty and fickle, indulging you one minute before shoving you away the next. It was enough to drive the weak mad, but you weren’t weak-willed and you were used to getting your way. His way of showing affection was bringing you the fruits of his destruction, promoting you several ranks when it would take others years to gain his favor. He was willing to share his riches with you, which was a wonder in itself, but you wanted more.
You rolled your hips down against him, struggling to keep his wrists pinned above his head with your size difference. Cobra grunted and hissed under you, putting on his usual facade of only barely tolerating your actions. His hips bucking back up into you, pressing his already half hard dick between your legs, told you otherwise.
“Stop this nonsense. I will end you!” Cobra hissed, but his attempts to wriggle his wrists from your grip were half-hearted at best and there was no bite in his voice. You shushed him, reaching down to palm at his member.
“I’ve been successful on every mission lately. I deserve a reward, and I’m going to get it.” You skillfully unbuttoned his pants with your one free hand, shimmying them down to reveal his sensitive flesh. You marveled at what little bit of skin he chose to show you, never fully revealing himself ever. You respected his privacy on such a matter. After all, he was a wanted man.
You stroked his cock slowly, delighting in the way he tilted his head back and clenched his fists. From how tour chests pressed together, you could feel his muscles tensing and his body threatening to rut up into whatever part of you he could reach. The sight of him barely contained, stopped only because he was afraid of ruining this moment, sent heat racing through your veins. You would fuck him however you wanted, assured he wouldn’t dare fight you on it, but you also hoped he would return the favor later.
You pumped his cock a few more times, spreading his precum down the length of his flesh, before sitting up to clumsily wrestle off your own pants. Your quivering thighs straddled him, and without his hands held down Cobra roughly grabbed your hips to attempt to pull you down to grind against him.
“Nuh-uh! Only good behavior gets rewarded,” You teased, reaching down to position him at your entrance. “I didn’t work myself up for an hour so you could blow your load in five seconds.” Cobra whined at your words, hung up on the thought of you fucking yourself.
“You should have told me. I would have appreciated the show.” His purred words became caught in his throat, as you lowered yourself to engulf him in one movement.
Your movements started out slow and careful, testing the waters, but any caution was thrown out the window as his grip tightened and he whined for you.
“You’re so good for me, Cobra. Always so sweet. I love to see you under me, being worshipped the way you deserve,” His mewling grew louder, hips thrusting under you while his arms attempted to loop around your neck. Your chest heaved against him with your close proximity, his quick thrusts stuttering and rocking his cock deep inside you.
With the quick movement and angle of his hips, Cobra pressed against you in such a way you came with a shriek while still trying your best to move on top of him. His breathless chuckling, arrogant and self assured, was the first thing you heard when you could focus on anything but blinding pleasure.
“Am I that enticing to you? How disappointing you finished so quickly.” You huffed at his words, pushing your messy hair back from your face.
“I’m not done with you!” You sat up, untangling yourself from his arms to properly bounce on his lap. “I’ve waited too long for this to end it here.”
You squeezed around him with the overstimulation, hands clenched in his uniform jacket, but you could tell he was close. Cobra wasn’t able to do more than groan and writhe under you, heels digging into the bed. With a quick jerk of his hips upward, bouncing you in one quick motion, Cobra climaxed into you. His body kept moving under you to ride it out, but it was just enough for you to orgasm a second time.
Your combined panting filled the air, no longer accompanied by the telltale sound of flesh hitting flesh. In the aftermath, it was serene. Just the two of you. A place you could smother him with your love and no one would question your intentions.
“I know I said this was my reward, but can I get a raise?”
I'm thinking about forcing myself on another woman when we're the only ones in a campsite.
In the back of a camper van, where there's physically no space for her to push me off or get away. In a tent, where she thinks see-through walls and zips will protect her. In the shower block where she's exposed and wet and relying on social niceties to not be violated.
I like thinking of an unspoken trust between us as two women in a public place, which I shatter when I do things to her that she desperately doesn't want to admit to herself she gets turned on by.
Dating an older woman. She's sweet and has all kinds of hobbies and eccentricities. She's always telling you about her dog. You go over to her house one day to discover she was talking about a sub. She - no, your girlfriend only ever uses it - never talks to you, just stares menacingly while you're hanging out. You try talking to it, and your girlfriend teases you for talking to animals.
One day, your gf asks you to go over and feed her dog. It's ridiculous at this point, but you can't back out.
You go over to find her dog lounging on the couch in just a collar, playing games. You ask if its supposed to be on the couch, joking, and it lunges at you.
You scream as it pins you to the floor, and beg, and plead. They're a person, they can understand you, they must be able to - but there is no sign of consideration in their eyes as they shred your clothes and mount you. Just a low growl, and the sounds of animal satisfaction over your quiet sobs.
After an eternity, you hear your girlfriend open the door. You cry out, thank god, she'll save you.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so glad you're finally getting along with puppy! Have fun you two~"
Failing to disagree to making out with them, hesitantly letting them feel me up more and more. Feeling them switch from using their hands to adding their lips too, slowly tracing my skin with their mouth and pausing to leave soft kisses that make me flinch a bit since I’m not used to it. Gentle tease I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that effortlessly shifts into me getting eaten out while softly sobbing. There wasn’t much to undress and I didn’t speak up, it happened too fast and I’m so confused. When I gather some courage and shyly try to ask if they could stop, they just tell me I haven’t made any effort to stop them so far, and I’m still not daring to even pretend to resist, so why would they stop?
When I get blood samples at work sometimes they’re still warm from being imminently inside the patient’s veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and I’m also just a chilly kid).
And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someone’s hand again.
And anyway sometimes it’s better to not think so vividly about the people I’m doing tests for. I’m a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.
We’ve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and I’m rooting for you.
"You know, you could marry me instead of whatever man your parents choose..." Qingyue murmured, brushing her fingers over the soft of Siyi's neck, "...isn't that what you promised me when we were little?"
The walkway seemed to stretch and warp in front of her as Siyi made her way towards the front of the house. Even the touch of her fingertips against the wall for support sent shivers up her arm.
Her head swam, and the courtyard did too - the colourful flowers glared too vividly in her eyes.
"Miss? You don't look well..."
Siyi shook her head, trying to stand a little straighter as she walked. She could hear a group of women chattering around the next corner, too-loud in her sensitive ears.
"I'm...fine, I'm fine..." she mumbled, "Just a little...tired..."
Siyi took a deep, strained breath, and straightened her posture before finally turning the corner to face the princess and her women.
Princess Qingyue, much like her name, shone bright under the morning sunlight. Adorned with silver and pearls in her hair and the most beautiful peach coloured silks, her long neck and soft face were beautiful and pale, her skin as smooth as jade.
Siyi blinked, shaking her head slightly.
Alongside her was only one maidservant. The other voices she'd heard were her cousins.
Yinghua's hand was wrapped delicately in a small bandage, Yulan was standing all but attached at the shoulders with her sister - both of them displaying perfect poise and manners, things they'd never showed her.
The princess seemed almost bored while she was having polite smalltalk with Siyi's cousins, but as soon as she noticed Siyi had arrived her face brightened in an instant with a dazzling smile.
"Ah! There you are! How good to see you again!"
She brushed past Siyi's cousins and rushed over. Siyi presented her with a bow, though her raised arms trembled.
"Greetings Your Highness, I am honored you would remember me."
Princess Qingyue reached out to take Siyi's hands, but Siyi shied away from her touch - perhaps a bit too sharply. The princess' expression faltered slightly, but regained its smile after a moment.
"How could I ever forget my dear friend? May I still call you 'Si'er'?
Siyi managed a weak smile, though she saw the annoyed expressions of her cousins over the princess' shoulder.
The familiar term of endearment added to her name was nostalgic, a sweet reminder of their childhood in the Imperial Palace.
"Please do as you like, Your Highness," Siyi said, returning her smile.
"My goodness, then you should call me 'Qing'er again! No need to be so formal, aren't we closer than that?"
Siyi's voice was failing her.
It was taking every ounce of effort to focus on keeping her tone steady, and to stay on her feet.
The princess was a warped, warbling image in front of her like some glowing goddess, and she could barely understand what was being said to her.
"How...how could I dare...?" She managed.
"Aren't we a bit old for childhood nicknames, Your Highness?" Yinghua asked, but the princess' eyes were on Siyi, her slender brows furrowed slightly.
"Ah, Si'er, are you sick? You don't look so good -"
The princess reached out and put a gentle hand on her arm, but the touch sent a shiver rocketing through her body. She pulled away, taking a dizzy half-step backwards.
"Our cousin isn't sick, Your Highness," Yinghua said tense smirk, "I'm sure she was very well this morning when we checked in on her. Cousin, what is it? Why are you acting this way in front of the Princess?"
Siyi shook her head, too-aware that all eyes were on her.
"My sister is right, Your Highness," Yulan added, "I'm afraid our cousin has always been this way - she often pretends to be ill to get attention."
The princess's worried, gentle expression hardened into a cold scowl as she turned to Siyi's cousins, and she tilted her head upwards, glaring down her nose at them.
"I didn't ask you," she said, her voice low and venomous, "and who do you think you are to interrupt my conversation?"
Both Yinghua and Yulan seemed momentarily speechless.
They didn't know this side of the princess, but Siyi had seen it often as a child.
One moment Qingyue could be chirping pleasantly about any little thing that she liked - and in the next second her mood would darken and she became a frightening, ruthless royal.
"For...forgive my cousins, Your H - ah - Qing'er, please forgive them...they are still learning how to behave in social settings."
The dark clouds over the princess seemed to part in an instant. She turned back to Siyi with a cheery smile.
"Oh, I see! These must be the daughters of the Sun family who were born in the countryside! No wonder! I was so surprised, they look like two little girls who have raided their mother's wardrobe!" Qingyue laughed, raising a dainty hand to her lips.
Yinghua and Yulan both flushed with embarrassment.
"Your Highness, how could you say that?" Yulan cried out before her sister could stop her, "We both did our best to greet you today! It's Siyi who -"
Yinghua grabbed her sister by the arm and yanked her back, but the damage had been done. The princess stared at the two of them for a long moment, and Siyi saw her fingers twitching the way they always used to before she did something terrible.
Siyi reached out, with a stifled groan, and took the Princess' hand in her own, stealing back her attention.
"Qing'er, it's been...it's been so long - " the words came haltingly and between heavy breaths, "Should we have...some tea? I've had your - I've had your favourite snacks prepared."
The princess huffed in annoyance, but turned back to her and slipped her arm around Siyi's.
"Fine, but I don't want those two country bumkins to join us!" She insisted, thankfully not noticing the weak moan that Siyi gave at her touch, "How embarrassing, it must be so difficult living with them!"
"Y - your Highness!" Yulan wailed, watching, helpless, as both Siyi and Qingyue passed them into the tea room and the princess' servant closed the door sharply in their faces.
Through the sliding door Siyi heard them scream in frustration, and then storm off down the walkway, followed quickly by their maids.
The inside of the tea room was warm and dim, hazy from incense, and letting in soft filtered light through the thin panels on the walls. It was one of the smaller tea rooms, too small for a royal visit really, but Siyi had it prepared because she knew the princess hated large, open spaces.
Siyi walked arm-in-arm with the princess, but she was fading quickly.
Her body was on fire, her legs were trembling violently, and there was no hiding her heavy, labored breathing or the heat that had risen into her face.
"You -" the princess said, pointing to Siyi's maid, "-I have my own servant, so we don't need you. Get out."
Qingyue helped lower Siyi down, not at the table, but onto the low, cushioned lounge towards the back of the room. She helped guide Siyi to lie down and then brushed a strand of damp hair out of her face.
"Has she been poisoned, Your Highness?" the Princess' servant asked quietly.
"Not poisoned, drugged," Qingyue said, though her expression was soft and she was smiling gently at Siyi, stroking her face and leaning in close, "Si'er, can you speak? Does it hurt?"
Siyi groaned weakly, shaking her head, panting and clutching her skirt tightly.
"Forgive me...I...I didn't mean for th...this to..."
"Shhh, it's alright. It was those nasty brats who did this, right?" Qingyue asked, slipping down onto the sofa with her, and pressing her knee up to spread Siyi's legs.
"Wh - what are you -!?" The rest of her words were lost in a ragged moan as the the princess' knee pressed up between her legs and exploded through her with a crashing wave of pleasure.
"Don't worry, Si'er, I'll help you," the Princess whispered, leaning her lips close to Siyi's ear, "I know how to do it, better than any man can."
"Nn - no...no, wait - I'm not - "
Qingyue shushed her again, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek, then her jaw, the pearls in her hair clacking softly as she moved to straddle Siyi's waist.
"Are you a statue?" She snapped at her servant before carefully pulling the front of Siyi's dress down her shoulders, down to bare her chest, "If you're just going to stand around, you can help and use your mouth on her breasts."
"No -!" Siyi cried, though her voice was thin and weak.
The maid only hesitated for a moment, then approached and started to get onto her knees.
The princess caressed Siyi's shoulders and then brushed her thumb over the curve of her breast.
"Actually - no," the Princess said, "don't touch her. Go outside and stand guard."
The maid let out a sigh and stood again, leaving the room to the two of them.
"P-Princess....please st - stop - "
"Shh, it's alright now, it's just us."
"I - I don't want -"
"You have such cute breasts, Si'er," Qingyue whispered, pressing soft kisses down her neck and collarbone, "I didn't want to share them."
The princess tucked her hair behind her ear and then lowered her warm mouth onto Siyi's breast, smoothing her hand over the other, rolling and pinching the nipple.
Siyi's breath hitched painfully, her moans were shamefully loud as her body responded to the Princess' touch, her back arching and her breathing so heavy she started to go lightheaded.
"Aahh...st....stop...." she breathed, despite the maddening ache between her legs.
It was too shameful, what is someone came in and found them like this? What if someone heard? How could she ever live the shame down?
Qingyue raised her head, licking her lips and then smoothing a hand over Siyi's hip, slipping it under her skirt and running her nails lightly across the hot skin of her thighs.
"My mother taught me about this," Qingyue murmured, "about self pleasure. She warned me about drugs that drive women mad with lust - that's how she got pregnant with me. But since you don't know how, I'll do it for you, okay?"
"No...n - no, please d...don't..."
"Shh, don't worry, I'll make you feel good. I'll be careful so no one will see if you're examined before marriage."
The princess slipped her hand between Siyi's thighs, pinching and rubbing on some terrible cluster of nerves that sent jolts of pleasure shooting up through her body.
Siyi's hips bucked, she gasped for breath, and tried to still the Princess' hand by reached out weakly to her - but Qingyue grabbed her wrist, pressing it to her lips and then leaning her body over Siyi so she couldn't move out from under her.
"Aahh - aahhh, please - no - "
"You know, you could marry me instead of whatever man your parents choose..." Qingyue murmured, brushing her fingers over the soft of Siyi's neck, "...isn't that what you promised me when we were little?"
"I...I - I...nnghh -!"
The princess' touch was relentless, and the crashing waves of pleasure wracked Siyi's body.
"Does it feel good, Si'er?" Qingyue wispered, her soft lips brushing Siyi's ear.
She could barely think, barely process what was being said to her; the only thing in her mind was fireworks of pleasure bursting from each stroke between her thighs.
"Y...yes..." she wheezed, giving up, giving in to the pleasure, "...s...so good...aahh..."
Nothing else mattered...
The only thing in the world was this pleasure...
She felt the princess' lips pull into a smile against her neck, and the warm vibrating laugh sent a shiver through her. Qingyue put her mouth on Siyi's breast again, her fingers still slicking between her thighs.
"Do you still want me to stop?" Qingyue teased, giving her a little love bite on the soft of her breast.
"Nn - no...don't st...don't stop...please...!"
Something was building inside her body, her muscles were tensing and shaking, her vision going blurry.
"You're so cute, Si'er...your body is cute, and the sounds you make are cute, too...you'll marry me, right?"
"Ahh - aahhh - yes..."
"Won't you marry me?"
"Yes..." Siyi moaned, "yes - yes ahh - I- I'm -!"
Qingyue captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss in the same instant that every muscle in Siyi's body tensed and she was struck with a violent shaking lightning bolt of pleasure that would have surely made her scream had the Princess' tongue not been deep in her mouth.
Whether it lasted for a moment or for an eternity, Siyi was unsure. There was nothing, nothing except the ecstacy of pleasure and taste of another woman's sweet mouth.
The room pulsed and bent to the beat of her heart.
Every sound muffled and became tinny and distant.
And then, finally, the world began to reform around her.
Her gasping breaths began to slow, her trembling body finally fell limp against the cushions, and Qingyue freed her lips from their greedy kiss.
And the lustful fever that had been burning away inside her was also beginning to cool, the drug's purpose had been fulfilled.
Siyi blinked, aching all over, still tasting the princess' tongue.
"I'm glad, Si'er..." the princess murmured, lying down on top of her and resting her head in the crook of Siyi's neck, "I'm glad I got to be your first time."
Siyi couldn't respond, she had no strength to form words.
The exhaustion was bringing hot embarrassment with it. The realisation of what had just occurred, and how lewd and shameless she had behaved in front of the royal princess, was finally dawning on her.
Dirty...
She was so dirty...
Siyi closed her eyes against tears, letting herself lie there beneath Qingyue, not weighed down by her slender body, but by the terrible weight of her shame and the terror of what it meant for her future.
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For some lesbian nsfwhump prompts - a vampire woman attacks a party of religious folk traveling through her territory, killing all but one of the nuns with them. This one, she decides to keep and torment, to see how long it takes to get the nun screaming her name instead of her god’s.
"I want you to forget about that goddess of yours," the woman murmured into her ear, "If she didn't want this to happen, where is she? Hmm? Where is her miracle to save you from me?"
Eula clutched her rosary, its amber beads clacking softly, and the four-pointed silver star - the symbol of her goddess, the only thing she had left of her faith - pressed into the palms of her clasped hands.
"Please," she prayed, with her knuckles pressed so hard against her forehead that she was sure it would bruise, "please, hear me, Oh Goddess - I am still here, my mind and my heart are yours, I -"
Her prayer faltered as a shudder went through her.
There, kneeling on the cold stone floor, despite her desperate attempts to push it down, the thought came.
The memory of pleasure trembled through her.
Invasive and bitter, the hot taste of a kiss.
The prick of fangs against her neck.
She shook her head viciously, matted dark hair falling into her face, and clutched her rosary even more tightly; "Oh Goddess, I am - I - I follow your light and vow to do no harm, to aid those who suffer, to -"
"At it again, are we?"
Eula gasped, jolted out of her pathetic prayer so violently that her rosary clattered to the floor - and splattered her white nightgown with a thin streak of blood.
"You stay away from me..." she whispered, pulling herself to her feet on weak, betraying legs.
The woman was in all white again - sheer silk and ribbons and pearls radiant against the deep copper of her skin - almost glowing in the faint sliver of moonlight that managed to leak through the shuttered window of her prison.
"Oh my, you say that, but you're staring quite boldly at me tonight."
Eula averted her eyes hotly, scowling, as the woman floated across the room towards her. She backed up against the wall, her breath already quickening.
Every night it was the same.
"Please, don't," she whispered, raising her hands up in weak defiance.
"What's this?" The woman took one of Eula's hands, raising it up into the light, and then pressing the palm to her lips. "You're eager, aren't you? There was no need to draw blood for me, you'll take away half the fun."
"That's not what I -!" Eula started, but was cut off by the press of the woman's body against hers. Long fingers danced over her collarbone, a knee pressed up between her legs.
"You seem so tense -" the woman yanked Eula's hand away from where it was clutching the ribbon of her blouse, "-let me help you with that."
"No - no, please - "
The woman plucked the bow loose easily and the front of Eula's nightgown came undone. Try as she might to cover herself up, the woman pulled the fabric away with little effort.
"There you are. Why would you try to hide such a beautiful figure from me?" The woman cooed into her ear, pressing kisses to her jaw, her neck, and then finally - when Eula tried to strain away - grasping her chin to capture her lips.
"Mmn - nngh!"
Eula closed her eyes, but a vivid memory flashed against the back of her eyelids.
Rain pounded down heavily against the muddy path.
Her sisters lay where they had died, cold, white faces contorted in horror.
A beautiful, terrible woman with wild black curls, in a glowing white blood-stained cloak - like a statue come to life - held her too toghtly and stole away her first kiss.
Eula was jolted out of her memory by a tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She tore away from the woman, taking a halting, wet breath, and shaking her head in a desperate silent plea.
The woman let out a low laugh.
"Oh, you're still so shy," she murmured, then turned Eula around, shoving her against the wall and pinning her there. The woman's hands groped her body, squeezing her breasts and sliding between her legs.
Eula gasped, then groaned, her nails scraping against the stone wall.
"Stop..." she breathed, "...I don't - I - I don't want it -"
"That's what your lips say," the woman whispered against the shell of her ear, "but your body is screaming for my touch already...and I've barely even started. What would your goddess think of this?"
The woman curled two fingers inside of her - they slipped in easily, scratching and painful from her long claws - but slick from the heat that had been building between her legs.
Eula let out a moan that was half a sob.
"No...a- ahh - I don't...I - I don't -"
"Shhh now, stop trying to fight it."
Eula's mind was going blank; waves of pleasure mixed with pain crashed through her.
"No...nn..."
"I want you to forget about that goddess of yours," the woman murmured into her ear, "If she didn't want this to happen, where is she? Hmm? Where is her miracle to save you from me?"
Eula couldn't answer, she could barely think or catch her breath.
Her moans were louder now, strained through gritted teeth - she didn't want to think about her goddess now. Not as her body was being played like an instrument, her strings being plucked by cruel and unrelenting fingers.
"Your goddess can't give you what I can give you -"
Eula trembled, tears welling in her eyes.
"- she has abandoned you."
The woman pressed a kiss to her jaw - and then sank her fangs into the soft space between Eula's shoulder and neck.
The pain was muddled in an instant by terrible, glorious pleasure that ripped through her body and brought her over the edge.
Eula let out a cry as her muscles tensed and spasmed
Blood rushed through her veins, pounding in her ears as the vampire drank from her. She panted and groaned, her legs growing weaker and threatening to buckle under her weight.
Until, finally, the woman drank her fill.
She licked at the bite marks left in Eula's neck, giving a low, humming laugh of satisfaction.
“You’re so fucking cute, oh god, you don’t deserve this at all… I really should stop” increasingly guilt-ridden while showing no intent to stop whatsoever no matter how desperately you beg for it to end
Am I in too deep if I'm having fantasies about fantasies? A rape fantasy is one thing, but I often fantasize about a scene where I force someone to admit to their rape kink and then the whole thing revolves around them being ashamed and aroused and trying sooo hard to not beg for more because they're supposed to be saying, "no no no stop!" And half the fun is just breaking them down into admitting how much they love [unacceptable thing they're not supposed to love], like does that make any sense? It's not like the thing itself isn't also hot, but the process of rubbing it in and humiliating them is... well, it sure is something. Who here wanna be forced to say what they really mean so I can laugh at them?
