Just saw a clip of one of König's finishing moves and it spawned some insane tho(ugh)ts. These aren't even my kinks but here we are
warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving), gunplay, obsessed/pathetic König
König is so desperate for love that even as he kneels next to your prone form, feeding his massive cock into your mouth, the barrel of his gun pressed to your forehead to keep you from doing something silly like biting him or trying to run, he still begs you for praise and affection.
"Ah, Schatzi, you feel so good, I want to stay inside your warm mouth forever. Do you like how I taste? I washed just for you... My cock is very big, ja? Very impressive? It is yours, mein liebe, all yours. Gott, I love you..."
Meanwhile you're choking on tears and snot and his cock, scared out of your mind and certain you're about to die. But he'd never actually hurt you, maus, surely you know this? No? He will just have to keep fucking you until you do, then...
🪦 Graves is rough, takes what he wants, but you can’t call him a selfish lover, not entirely anyways. After all, he may have you pinned to the floor, his cock deep in your throat, thighs trapping your head in place, balls covering your nose as you choke and gasp for air, his hips thrusting brutally into your face. But while he does that, chasing his own pleasure, not caring if you can breath or not, he also has your legs wrenched apart, his mouth on your sore pussy, sucking and licking at it, pulling another orgasm from you as your hands struggle against him, torn between trying to get his mouth off your pussy or to get his balls off your nose so you can breathe. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. Your mind was failing you, it had been failing you since the first orgasm. And he was relentless, his hips pressing down, lodging is cock in your throat as he rocks them gently, chasing his own pleasure as you gag. Fuck, he loves the noises you make as he turns you into a brainless, cock drunk whore.
Regency? Royal? Fancy au? Idk, time periods are unimportant. Big bear men are what's important here
Mentions of mild feederism + breeding kink. Perhaps implied dubious consent? Implied age gap too
i developed brainworms at work
Duke who has been hardened with war. Lost good men in a noble fight for his king. Gifted a title grander than his status as a commoner born for his fight. For his leadership. A payment for the blood staining his calloused palms and bruised knuckles.
Perhaps he's widowed. Maybe he's got daddy issues. His possiblity for flavour is endless
Gifted a bride too. 'What an honor it would be!' they cried, insisting to marry off their unsociable child. The youngest. Getting to an age where they are deemed undesirable and whispers rise as still no ring sits on their finger.
Was it an honor when he now has a bride who squeaks when their eyes meet? Swallowing hard like cornered prey but then, oh then he finds it. The fight. The way your words spit out, high pitched and pinned in your throat. Words of protest. Refusal to do something. Accusing him of purposefully trying to frighten you.
When he moves too forward, acting as a commoner not as a Duke, to his new bride. Scandalized when he undresses so dully Infront of you as you bathe. He asked no permission to enter. It was his home after all.
A bunny with sharp teeth. A precious doe with sharpened horns. How precious. He'd find a way to file down those pointy edges of yours to get to the soft tender flesh beneath.
He wanted to provide. To give. He was a husband and man, after all. He grew restless without battle and no amount of labour around his own manor soothed that ache to be useful. How could he honour such a darling thing like his little bride without anything to claim, to conquer? To show how good of a life he can give.
I think what really gets him is when a maid comes to his office. Requesting a fund to get his bride new clothes - he, of course, asks why and he has to bite back a groan as the maid explains his little bride has gained weight. Explained it's obvious. Your clothes sit too flush to your belly now. Things must be adjusted or completely changed.
He chubs immediately under his desk. Almost delirious as he imagined the extra pudge now on your form. How good he's looked after you - so good that you've gained weight? He can only imagine just how plump you'd get once he successfully breeds his bride.
lowselfesteem!reader who finally let her walls down for simon and fell madly in love with him, only to get this random itching feeling one night after a couple months of dating
your hand twitches in your lap as you sit up in bed, anxiously picking at your nails in complete darkness whilst simon sleeps peacefully next to you. after a few moments of deliberating, you finally reach out and grab his phone
you find a group chat at the top of his recent messages, just him and his friends. your eyes immediately land at the message in the middle of the screen, from simon
idk I think I might marry this girl
you feel yourself breathe a sigh of relief, only to catch it again in your throat when you read the next message sent by one of the boys. sickening feeling of dread mixed with anger takes over you,
oh that reminds me. I still owe you the money from our bet
Hey! Do you mind if I use this idea for a Price x Reader fic. I read this a few days ago and have this on loop in my head and have a story I wanna run with. All credit to the original for sparking the idea will go to you! But never wanna write something inspired by another post without permission first!!!
nothing will ever top a good bait and switch—especially when it's saviour to abductor.
like getting lost in a national park and getting "saved" by big, burly Park Ranger John Price who got the alert and braved the elements to find you. and you're so happy to see him, stuttering out a hushed thanks as he slips his jacket over your shoulders, and leads you to the safety of his truck. tells you he'll bring you to the police station in town, and you believe him. of course you do. you have no reason to mistrust the ranger who rescued you—even if SARs are usually more involved than a one-man team, but. at least you're not left to the elements, right? and he'll get you home.
only he doesn't stop. he keeps going. all the way to his house where he has everything you'll ever need waiting for you because you had the utter misfortune of catching his eye when you doodled a little smiley face next to your name in the sign-in sheet at the visitors centre.
they always said he needed to retire with a nice family of his own. he figures now is the best time to get on that.
Sorry, really quickly, a minute of your time, if I may?
Vet!Price (as in animals) who Munchausens your beloved cat with a cocktail of drugs that only exacerbate his symptoms in so that you return each week, with your gorgeous, titillating teary-eyes, whimpering that he isn't getting any better, only for John to wipe the tears away with a course thumb and assure you that everything will be alright, pet, because he knows this time, out of all the previous times, that he'll certainly be on the path to recovery.
John Price is a domestic menace who is so in love with you it’s borderline ridiculous.
Price is up at the crack of dawn, even when he’s home. Military habits die hard. But instead of rushing off to train, he takes his time watching you sleep.
He adores how peaceful you look, face buried in the pillow, hair messy.
“Too bloody gorgeous for your own good, love.”
He always makes coffee first thing in the morning. Your coffee is made with care, perfect sugar-to-milk ratio. His? Jet fuel. The man drinks pure black coffee like a lunatic.
If you wake up early, he pulls you into his lap, letting you sit between his legs as he rests his chin on your shoulder, sipping coffee together in comfortable silence.
This man cannot cook for shit. You let him try once, and the kitchen almost caught fire. His ‘specialty’? Scrambled eggs that somehow taste like regret.
If you’re cooking, he’s always hovering. Arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, murmuring- “What’s on the menu today, sweetheart?”
You have to swat him away because he steals food off the pan.
“John, I swear—STOP PICKING AT IT.”
“I’m just taste-testing, love.” (No, he’s eating half of it.)
Price is a touch-starved bastard.
He constantly has a hand on you—your thigh, your back, your waist. He hates sleeping alone. If he’s home, you are glued to him.
Post-mission cuddles? He holds onto you like you’re his lifeline.
Comes home, sighs deeply, collapses onto you. He buries his face into your neck, muttering “Missed you so damn much.”
He physically cannot sleep unless you’re in his arms. If he has nightmares? You always wake up to comfort him. He tries to brush it off, but you cup his face, run your fingers through his hair.
“You’re home, John. You’re safe.”
And just like that, the tension leaves his body.
This man walks on the side of the road closest to traffic. Always.
Hand on your lower back when walking through crowds.
If anyone even looks at you wrong? That stern Captain Price glare™ is activated.
One time, some guy at the grocery store got too close to you—
Price instantly went into overprotective husband mode.
“The fuck you lookin’ at, mate?”
You had to drag him away before he decked the poor man.
Don't let this man near laundry.
“John, you can’t just throw your combat gear in with our clothes.”
“...They all get clean, don’t they?”
Absolutely not.
One time, you found a grenade pin in the washing machine.
“JOHN WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
“…Souvenir?”
You ban him from doing laundry after that.
When he gets rare days off, he’s the laziest bastard alive.
He’s in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, sprawled on the couch.
If you try to get up? Nope. He pulls you back down.
“Where d’you think you’re goin’, sweetheart? You’re stayin’ right here.”
Movie nights? You lay on his chest, and he rubs lazy circles into your back. He snores. Loudly. But if you ever tease him about it, he denies it.
“I don’t snore, love.”
“John, I have video evidence.”
“…Fabricated.”
Been playing RDR2 online while falling into the COD fandom at the same time. Now I must write an AU for that. But in the meantime, expect random Drabble posts on the things I’m obsessed with bc my brain can’t handle writing a whole fic right now. But also I want John Price to hogtie me with a lasso so-
Summary: You were out on Patrol with Joel. Despite your many protests, and warnings that you should turn back to Jasper due to the storm, Joel ignored you. The storm came in fast, and you find yourself stuck in an old cabin with him, close to Jasper but not close enough. Your stubbornness and sass always wore down on Joel, but being trapped in a cabin with you, he finally snaps.
Written and inspired by the December Daze Challenge prompt “Extreme Weather leads to forced proximity’
Warnings/Triggers: 18+ only, MINORS DNI. Dub-con, non-consensual bondage, non-consensual spanking. Inappropriate use of Christmas lights.
"Come on, Joel, we need to turn around," you called out over the growing wind, your voice tight with urgency as the first flakes of snow began to swirl around you. Joel grunted in response, his eyes focused on the trail ahead, the grip on his rifle unyielding.
You huffed out a sigh, your breath misting in the frigid air. The storm was rolling in fast, and Jasper's warm embrace felt like a distant memory. "We're not gonna make it," you tried again, your words barely audible over the wind's crescendo.
Ignoring your protests, Joel pushed ahead, his stubbornness etched into every furrowed line of his weathered face. You knew better than to argue further. The man was as stubborn as a mule, and the more you protested, the more he'd dig in his heels. Instead, you followed closely, keeping your eyes peeled for any signs of shelter.
As the storm grew worse, the wind howled like a pack of rabid infected, the snow stinging your cheeks like a thousand tiny knives. The cold seeped through your clothes, turning your bones to ice. You were about to voice your complaints again when the silhouette of a cabin emerged through the blizzard. Joel's eyes lit up, and without a word, he trudged towards it, breaking trail through the thickening snow.
The cabin was small and weather-beaten, but it looked solid enough to withstand the storm. You both stumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind you to keep the biting cold at bay. Joel immediately began searching for anything that could help them survive the night, his movements quick and efficient. You stomped the snow from your boots and tried to shake the chill from your body. He got a fire going in the fireplace, adding some warmth to the cabin.
"Damn it, Joel," you grumbled, rubbing your hands together. "You should've listened to me."
He shot you a glare, his eyes like embers in the firelight. "Spare me the 'I told you so's. We're here, and we're gonna make the best of it."
Joel's gruffness was like a familiar blanket, one that you both loved and hated to be wrapped in. It was a constant dance of pushing and pulling, a silent battle of wills that had become almost comforting in the harsh world of the apocalypse. You rolled your eyes and approached the fireplace, feeling the warmth from the crackling fire spread through you. You hadn't realized how much the cold had seeped into your bones until you felt the heat again.
The cabin was sparse, but it had the essentials: a bed, a table with a few chairs, a couch and coffee table in front of the fireplace, and a couple of cabinets that held some canned food and a bottle of whiskey. The sight of the alcohol made your eyes light up. Maybe it could warm you from the inside out and ease the tension between you two.
"Looks like we're in luck," Joel murmured, eyeing the whiskey. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig before passing it to you. The liquid burned a fiery path down your throat, but it was a welcome sensation against the cold that had settled deep within you.
You took a seat at the table, watching as Joel rummaged through the cabinets. His movements were deliberate, a stark contrast to the chaotic world outside. You leaned back in your chair, letting out a sigh. "What's the plan, then?" you asked, your voice echoing in the quiet space.
"We wait it out," Joel replied, his tone gruff as ever. "The storm'll pass eventually. At least this cabin is close to Jasper, probably even has electricity, and the fireplace works. Could be worse."
You couldn't help the eye roll that followed. "Great. Just what I wanted. A cozy night in with Mr. Sunshine." You took another swig of the whiskey and felt the warmth spread through your chest.
Joel ignored your sarcasm, his eyes scanning the cabin for any additional supplies. "We need to conserve food and water," he said, his voice serious. "We don't know how long we'll be stuck here."
You nodded, taking another swig of the whiskey. "Fine by me," you murmured, watching the flames dance. You pace restlessly, drinking the alcohol as Joel checked the cabin, taking stock of supplies, making sure the windows and doors were secure. You were frustrated, you should not have been here. If he had just listened to you and turned around, you could both be warm and safe in your home in Jasper. The warmth of the fire and the alcohol began to loosen the tension in your muscles. "Supplies are all well and good, but what about the lights?" You gestured to the shattered bulb on the floor. The clouds of the storm already made the cabin dark, and the sun was setting, bringing even more darkness. The fire only lit the cabin so much.
Joel's eyes followed your gaze, then darted back to you. "We'll manage," he grunted, his focus returning to the cabin's supplies.
The storm raged on outside, the wind howling like a chorus of lost souls. The only sound in the cabin was the crackling fire and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. You took another sip of whiskey, the warmth spreading through you, loosening your tongue.
"You know, you can be a real asshole sometimes," you said, your voice a mix of annoyance and affection. Joel didn't look up from his task, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitch.
"I've been told that," he replied dryly, his hands moving deftly as he checked the cabin's supplies.
You smirked, feeling the whiskey's warmth spreading to your cheeks. "Yeah, well, it's true. You're always so grumpy, and you ignore me when I'm obviously right."
Joel's head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours with a spark of irritation. "I don't ignore you, I just don't have time for your sass, especially when we're in a situation like this." He gestured to the raging storm outside.
You rolled your eyes, deciding to make the best of it. You began to search the cabin, moving to the bed and pulling out the dusty bin from underneath. It was filled with Christmas decorations, a stark reminder of happier times before the world had gone to hell. "Well, if it weren't for your stubbornness, we'd be back in Jasper, warm and dry."
Joel's sigh was like thunder in the quiet cabin. "You're like a broken record, you know that?" He didn't bother looking up from his task of reinforcing the cabin's windows with whatever he could find.
You pulled out a strand of Christmas lights, the plastic feeling surprisingly warm against your cold hands. "Maybe," you said, the whiskey making your words slur slightly, "but at least I'm not as boring as a brick wall."
Joel's eyes narrowed, the flames from the fire flickering in his irritated gaze. "You're pushing it."
You smirked, holding up the Christmas lights. "Kinda like you were pushing it to finish the patrol instead of returning to safety?" You watched the muscles in his jaw clench, his eyes darkening. You knew you were poking the bear, but the whiskey made you bold, and the thrill of his reaction was oddly enjoyable.
He stalked over to you, the floorboards groaning under his heavy boots. You held your ground, not quite sure if you were playing with fire or if it was just the warmth from the whiskey making you reckless. "Why don't you sit down and keep your mouth shut for a change?" he said, his voice a low growl.
You scoffed. "Make me."
The air in the cabin seemed to thicken as Joel's hand shot out, quicker than you anticipated. He snatched the whiskey bottle from your grasp, his grip firm and unyielding. You stared at him, your heart racing, not quite sure if you'd just crossed a line. But his expression was unreadable, his eyes still a stormy mix of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place.
Without a word, he set the bottle aside and reached for the Christmas lights, his movements deliberate and controlled. He began to untangle the knot, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the tension coiled in every muscle of his body, like a spring ready to snap. The air crackled with it, making your skin prickle with anticipation.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice a little too high.
Joel didn't answer, his eyes locked on you as he unfurled the Christmas lights. They glinted in the firelight, a strange, almost menacing sight. The tension in the cabin was as thick as the falling snow outside.
"Remove your clothes," he said, his voice low and firm. You blinked, the words taking a moment to register.
"What?" You sputtered, the heat from the whiskey warring with the cold fear creeping into your belly.
Joel's gaze was unyielding, his voice a low rumble. "You heard me. Your clothes are soaked, since you couldn’t be bothered to wear a proper coat for patrol. If we don't dry them, you'll freeze to death."
You took a tentative step towards the fire, the heat beckoning you. The storm outside raged on, the wind howling like a pack of infected closing in. Stripping in front of him made your heart pound, but the alternative was hypothermia. You peeled off your wet layers, your skin pebbling with goosebumps as the warmth of the fire kissed your bare flesh. The flames cast an eerie glow across Joel's face, highlighting the shadows of his stubble. He remained focused on the lights, his jaw set in determination.
The crackling fire popped, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. You felt a shiver run down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. Joel's eyes remained on his task, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze on you, as if he could see every tremor of your naked body. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders.
He looked up, his eyes lingering on your bare skin before snapping back to the Christmas lights. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice gruff and commanding. You hesitated for a moment before complying, the whiskey making your legs feel a bit wobblier than usual. He approached you, the lights clenched in his fist. "Arms out."
"What are you doing, Joel?" you protested, your voice laced with a mix of confusion and trepidation. But when you didn't move your arms, Joel took the initiative, his rough hands guiding them behind your back. The warmth from the fire was a stark contrast to his icy touch as he began to wrap the lights around your wrists.
The sudden realization of his intent made your heart hammer in your chest. "What the hell, Joel?!" You tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vise, unyielding and unforgiving. The lights dug into your skin, sending a sharp pain that pierced through the whiskey's warm embrace. You struggled, but his strength was overwhelming, and the cold steel of his determination was palpable.
"Hold still," he grunted, his voice low and tight. "This is for your own good."
You thrashed, trying to pull your arms free from his iron grip. The lights dug into your wrists, the plastic biting into your skin as he wrapped them around your arms. Your heart raced, the warmth from the whiskey now forgotten as cold panic set in. The blanket fell to the floor, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in front of the roaring fire.
"Joel, stop!" you yelled, your voice echoing off the cabin walls. But he was relentless, his eyes dark with a strange intensity as he worked to secure the lights around your neck. The plastic tightened, a choking pressure that sent a bolt of terror shooting through your veins.
You tried to twist away, but he was too strong. The lights bit into your skin as he wound them around your torso, his movements swift and deliberate. Above your breasts, the plastic was like a cold embrace, tightening as he pulled. You gasped, feeling the pressure increase as he wove the lights around you, creating a harsh contrast with the fire's warmth.
"Let me go, you sick fuck!" you spat, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. But Joel was unmoved, his eyes focused solely on the task at hand. He wound the lights around your stomach, pulling them taut, the plastic digging into your skin. You could feel your breath growing shorter, the panic rising like bile in your throat.
Above the sound of the storm, you could hear the thundering of your heart, a frantic rhythm that seemed to match the pulse of the fire. Joel's movements were swift and precise, as if he'd done this a hundred times before. The lights bit into the soft flesh of your belly, the cold plastic a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. You struggled, twisting and fighting against the makeshift bonds, but his grip was unrelenting.
"Damn it, Joel! What the fuck is wrong with you?" you shouted, your voice hoarse from the cold and the fear. Your breath came in ragged gasps as the lights tightened around your thighs, the plastic digging into your skin. Your legs felt like they were on fire, but the rest of you was so cold you could barely feel the pain. You tried to kick him, to get away, but he was too quick.
With a grunt, Joel secured your legs together, the lights wrapping around your ankles like a serpent, leaving you immobilized on the cabin floor. The warmth from the fire taunted you, just out of reach. You glared at him, your eyes filled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice shaking.
"I told you to sit down and shut up," Joel said, his voice devoid of any warmth as he plugged the Christmas lights into an outlet on the wall. "You said 'make me'. So I am."
The sudden flicker of the lights made you blink, the colorful glow casting strange shadows across the cabin. Joel stepped back, his gaze traveling over you, assessing his handiwork. The lights wrapped around your body like a garish cocoon, the cold plastic biting into your skin with every breath you took. You squirmed in your bondage, the panic rising like a tide.
With a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes, Joel grabbed the large velvet red bow from the box of decorations. "This'll keep that mouth of yours quiet," he murmured, his voice low and dark. You struggled against the bonds, the fear in your eyes unmistakable as he approached.
"Joel, please," you mumbled, the lights tight around your neck, biting your skin. But his expression was resolute as he leaned down, the bow's long tail trailing in the air like a crimson snake. He carefully wrapped the velvet around your head, the soft material caressing your cheeks before he pressed it between your teeth. You bit down on the fabric, the taste of dust and age filling your mouth.
With a firm, practiced motion, he tied the bow at the back of your head, the knot tightening until you couldn't protest anymore. Your eyes watered from the pressure, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. The room grew quieter, the storm outside a muted roar as the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the occasional drip of melted snow from your wet clothes.
Joel settled onto the couch, his legs spread out in front of him as he took in the sight of you, bound and gagged with the Christmas lights. The flames cast a flickering, macabre light over the scene, painting him in shades of orange and red. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding beneath his flannel shirt, the fabric stretching taut against the muscles he'd honed from years of survival. His eyes roamed over your body, the lights highlighting your curves in a way that made your skin crawl.
"There," he murmured, his voice thick with something that could've been amusement or something darker, "quiet, still, and dressed up like a fucking present for me. Couldn't ask for a better Christmas gift." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and a strange, unwanted thrill. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but notice the way his gaze lingered on your exposed flesh, the hunger in his eyes.
Joel took a large swig from the whiskey bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He leaned back on the couch, his eyes never leaving you. The fire cast shadows across his face, making him look even more rugged and intimidating. "Maybe this is how I should keep you," he mused, his voice deep and gruff. "To stop that constant fucking chatter."
You glared at him, your eyes full of fire despite the fear. But your body was responding to his dominance in a way you couldn't control. The adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your heart race and your skin tingle. You tested the bonds, trying to ignore the way the lights dug into your skin, sending bolts of pain with every movement. But the pain only seemed to fuel the strange thrill growing within you.
Joel took another swig of whiskey, his eyes never leaving you. He sat and watched you for a long time, enjoying your little struggles and glares. You were acutely aware of the tightness in his jeans, which he palmed at shamelessly. He set the bottle down and stood up, his movements deliberate and predatory. You tugged at the lights again, the plastic cutting into your wrists, the cold biting into your bare skin. But the fight in you was fading, replaced by a weird anticipation. You watched as Joel approached, the fire's glow casting his shadow on the floor, stretching out like a demon's behind him.
When he was close enough, Joel reached out and caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing over the velvet bow. "You know, I don't think this is such a bad idea," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the cabin. "Keeping you tied up and quiet."
Your breath hitched, the fear in your chest morphing into something else entirely. You couldn't believe the way your body was responding to his touch, the way the cold plastic lights seemed to only heighten your sensitivity. Joel's calloused thumb traced the outline of your lower lip, his eyes dark with a hunger that made your stomach clench.
"You're so goddamn infuriating, but you know what?" His voice was a low, dangerous whisper. "I think I might enjoy having you all to myself like this."
With surprising gentleness, Joel lifted you off the floor, the lights cutting into your skin as he positioned you face down on the dusty coffee table. Your breasts cushioned the impact, the cool wood sending a shiver through you, but the lights around your torso and legs dug in unyieldingly. The way he looked at you was anything but gentle, his eyes a stormy sea of desire and frustration.
"Even so, I gotta teach that foul mouth of yours some manners," he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His hand moved to your hip, tilting it slightly so that your bare ass was presented to him like a target. The muffle protest from the velvet bow in your mouth was lost in the roar of the storm outside.
Your eyes widened as you stared at him, the incredulity clear even with the bow obscuring your words. Being bound and gagged with Christmas lights in a freezing cabin wasn't lesson enough? Joel's smirk told you he wasn't finished. He stepped back, his hand lingering on your hip, the warmth of his touch leaving a brand against your cold skin.
He pulled the whiskey bottle to his lips again, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight. He took a deep drink, his eyes never leaving yours, and the heat in them was more intense than the flames licking the logs in the fireplace. He set the bottle down with a thud, the sound echoing in the tense silence.
You felt a strange thrill at the way he was looking at you, a mix of fear and excitement. The alcohol was playing tricks with your head, making the situation seem both terrifying and tantalizing. Joel stepped closer, his hand sliding down to caress your ass, the plastic lights digging into your skin with every movement.
"You've been asking for this, haven't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "All that sass and backtalk." His hand squeezed harder, the pain shooting through you, but it was laced with a strange thrill that made your core throb. You couldn't deny it; his dominance was intoxicating.
With a sudden smack, Joel's hand connected with your ass, the sound echoing through the cabin. The shock of it made you jolt, the Christmas lights biting deeper into your skin. A gasp muffled by the velvet bow escaped your lips. The sting grew, spreading like wildfire across your cheeks. It was a harsh contrast to the cold plastic that held you in place.
Joel's hand hovered over you, waiting for your response. You glared at him over your shoulder, the fury in your eyes unmistakable. But there was something else, a flicker of something you didn't dare admit. The whiskey had lowered your inhibitions, and the thrill of the situation was undeniable. You'd always had a rebellious streak, and Joel had just lit the fuse.
He raised his eyebrow, a silent challenge. You knew he wasn't going to stop until he'd made his point. And part of you—a part you didn't dare acknowledge—was eager to see how far he'd go. He brought his hand down again, the smack echoing through the cabin. The pain was sharp, but it sent a jolt of heat through your body, warming you from the inside out.
You struggled against the bonds, the lights cutting into your skin with every twitch. The pain was exquisite, a strange mix of agony and arousal. Joel's hand landed again, the sound of his palm against your flesh filling the room. You bit down harder on the bow, the fabric muffling the sounds of your protests.
"Keep it down," Joel warned, his voice a dark rumble. "Or I'll have to find something else to keep that mouth busy." The implication was clear, and a shiver ran down your spine. Despite the situation, you felt a thrill at the thought, the warmth from the fire and the whiskey mixing with the cold fear in your belly.
His hand fell again, the impact resonating through your body. You couldn't help the whimper that slipped past the bow, the sting of his hand on your skin igniting a fire within you.
The storm outside raged on, the wind howling a mournful tune that seemed to match the rhythm of Joel's smacks. He was relentless, each hit falling in a steady, punishing cadence that had you squirming against the unforgiving Christmas lights. They dug into your flesh with every movement, a bizarrely erotic counterpoint to the heat of his hand.
The pain grew, but so did your arousal. You felt the wetness between your legs, a betrayal that only served to enrage him further. The smacks grew harder, faster, as if he could beat the desire out of you. But it was futile; you were lost to the thrill of his dominance, the way he claimed your body as his own.
Joel's breath grew ragged, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at your bound form. His hand stilled for a moment, and you felt the heat of his gaze on your skin. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with need. The accusation in his tone made you want to scream in defiance, but the bow allowed only muffled sounds to escape.
Your body was a symphony of sensations—the cold bite of the lights, the burning ache in your ass, the warmth of your arousal pooling between your thighs. You tested the bonds again, a silent challenge to him. Joel's smirk grew wider, and he leaned down, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending a shiver through your body.
Before you could respond—or even think of a snarky remark—his hand fell again, harder than before. The pain was a shock, a beautiful, terrible symphony that made your eyes water. But you didn't fight it. You leaned into the sensation, the warmth spreading through your body like wildfire. The whiskey had done its job, blurring the lines between fear and desire until all you felt was a white-hot need that demanded to be sated.
Suddenly, Joel stopped. He stepped back, his eyes raking over your bound form. He took a deep breath, as if gathering his strength, and then he moved again. The lights dug into your skin as he lifted you off the table, the plastic cold and unforgiving against your bare skin. He carried you over to the bed, the mattress groaning under your weight as he dropped you face down onto it. Your knees bent under you, raising your ass in the air, an unspoken invitation that made your stomach flutter.
With a low growl, Joel straddled you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The lights around your neck tightened, and you felt a strange sense of security despite the fear. His hand trailed down your back, the touch sending sparks across your skin. "You're going to learn to behave," he murmured, his voice a mix of promise and threat.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back until you were looking up at him. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of true distress, but finding only a fiery challenge. His grip tightened, and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh. The air in the cabin grew thick with tension, the fire casting flickering shadows across his face.
"You want this," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You've been asking for it." His hand slid down to the small of your back, his thumb tracing the line of your spine until it rested on the top of your ass. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You're going to take it, whether you like it or not."
The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you bit down on the bow harder, trying to ignore the heat that was spreading through your body. Joel's hand moved to your hip, his thumb brushing against the slickness of your folds. The shock of his touch made you gasp, the sound muffled by the velvet in your mouth. You felt his erection pressing against your thigh, and the reality of the situation crashed down on you like a wave.
"You're wet," he murmured, his voice a mix of disbelief and triumph. "Fuck, you're so wet for me." His hand moved away, and you felt the bed shift as he stood up. Your eyes searched the room, desperate for anything to break the tension.
The sound of his belt buckle was like a gunshot in the quiet cabin. You tensed, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Joel stepped out of his pants, the sound of his zipper echoing through the room. He removed his pants and boots, and discarded his shirt. You could see the clothing fall to the floor, but he stayed just out of your line of sight, a tortuous action you were sure he did on purpose. You felt the warmth of his body as he leaned over you, his hand reaching down to touch you again, this time slipping between your thighs.
He groaned, his hand sliding over your wetness. "Looks like someone's enjoying this," he said, his voice thick with desire. His fingers circled your clit, the pressure building until you moaned into the bow. You tried to buck your hips, to escape his touch, but the lights held you firmly in place. The plastic was unforgiving, digging into your skin with every movement.
With a grunt, he positioned himself behind you, his erection nudging against your entrance. You tensed, the reality of what was happening crashing down on you like the storm outside. But the whiskey and the thrill of the situation had your body betraying you, eager for his touch. He didn't ask for permission, didn't bother with foreplay. He just pushed inside you, the coldness of the Christmas lights making the heat of his body all the more intense.
You moaned around the bow, the sound muffled and desperate. The stretch was almost painful, but the way your body responded to his was anything but. Joel's thrusts grew deeper, harder, the bed creaking with every movement. The plastic lights bit into your skin as he pulled you back onto him, the pain mixing with the pleasure until it was impossible to tell them apart.
He was relentless, his hips pumping into you without mercy. The whiskey had made you sloppy, your body pliant under his dominance. You felt the warmth building low in your belly, the sensation of his roughness and the cold plastic against your skin driving you closer to the edge. It was a heady mix of fear and desire that had your eyes rolling back in your head.
The bed protested under the force of his thrusts, the old springs squeaking a rhythm that matched the storm outside. Each push sent a jolt of pain through your bound wrists and neck, but it only served to heighten your arousal. You couldn't help but rock back into him, your body moving of its own accord. The velvet bow grew wet with your saliva, but it remained firmly in place, a constant reminder of your lack of control.
Joel's hand moved from your hip to your neck, his grip tightening around the lights that held you in place. The pressure increased, cutting off your air supply just enough to make you panic. But instead of fighting, your body responded with a rush of pleasure, your pussy clenching around his cock. He grunted, the sound vibrating against your back, his strokes becoming more erratic.
With a swift movement, he untied the velvet bow, tossing it aside. It landed on the floor with a soft thud, forgotten in the haze of desire that had taken over the room. Your mouth was finally free, and you gasped for air, the cold air filling your lungs like a balm. Joel leaned down, his hot breath fanning your ear. "If I had known it only took my cock to shut you up," he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction, "I would have fucked you long ago."
The words were a slap in the face. But your body didn't care about the words, didn't care about the fear that still lurked in the corner of your mind. All it cared about was the delicious friction of him inside you, the way he filled you so completely that you felt like you might shatter at any moment.
You moaned, the sound raw and needy, your voice echoing through the cabin. Joel's grip tightened around your neck, his other hand sliding down to your clit. His thumb circled the sensitive nub, the pressure building until you thought you might scream. "That's it," he whispered, his voice a harsh rasp. "Take it."
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, the waves of pleasure crashing over you, stealing your breath. Joel's thrusts grew more frantic, his grip on your neck unrelenting. You felt his cock swell inside you, his release imminent. And then it washed over him, his body going rigid as he emptied himself into you. The sensation was so overwhelming, your mind didn’t even panic at the possible consequences of his actions.
For a moment, you were both still, the only sound the ragged breathing that filled the cabin. The storm outside had lost none of its fury, but inside, the only tempest was the one raging within you. Joel's grip loosened, and he pulled out, his cock slipping from your wetness with a sound that seemed obscene in the silence.
He stepped away from the bed, and you heard him rummaging through the cabin. You lay there, bound and trembling, unsure of what to do next. The pain in your wrists and neck had faded to a dull throb, overshadowed by the aftershocks of your orgasm. You didn't dare move, didn't dare speak. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering whiskey.
When he returned, it was with a soft, warm cloth. He approached you with a surprising gentleness, the cloth in his hand. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of regret or fear. But all he found was a strange mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. He knelt beside the bed, the mattress groaning under his weight. With careful movements, he began to wipe the mess from between your legs, the cloth hot against your sensitive skin.
You couldn't help the shiver that ran through you as he worked, the sensation of his touch both soothing and arousing. Joel's expression was unreadable, his eyes on the task at hand. He didn't speak, didn't offer any apology or explanation for what had just happened. He simply took care of you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Once he had finished, Joel stood up, his eyes lingering on your bound form. "Fuck," he murmured, almost to himself. "Wish I had a camera. You tied up in Christmas lights like this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His words were soft, the awe in his voice making your heart race. It was a strange sentiment, considering the circumstances, but there was no denying the sincerity behind it.
With a sigh, Joel began the delicate process of untangling you from the lights. He was careful not to cause further pain, his movements methodical and precise as he worked. You winced with every inch of plastic that was removed, the cold air of the cabin hitting your skin like a slap. The marks from the lights stood out, red and angry against your pale flesh.
As he unraveled the lights, Joel's touch grew gentler, his thumbs brushing over the welts they had left behind. His eyes remained focused on the task, but his expression softened, the lines of his face smoothing out. The storm outside seemed to quiet as he worked, the only sounds the occasional pop of the fire and the rustle of plastic against fabric.
Finally, the last light was removed, and you could breathe a sigh of relief. Your skin was on fire, and your muscles protested as you moved, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache of need that still thrummed through your veins. Joel tossed the lights aside, his gaze lingering on you, almost as if he were seeing you for the first time.
"You okay?" he asked gruffly, his voice thick with something unreadable. You nodded, unsure of what to say. You weren't okay, but you weren't not okay either. The lines between fear and desire had blurred so completely that you weren't sure where one began and the other ended.
Joel pulled the blankets over you, tucking you in with a tenderness that was jarring after the harshness of what had just occurred. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting heavily on your thigh. His eyes searched your face, looking for any hint of what you were feeling. You met his gaze, the firelight playing across his features, highlighting the concern in his eyes.
"We need to get some sleep," he murmured. "The storm's not letting up." His voice was gruff, but the edge of dominance had faded, leaving only the weariness of a man who had just claimed what he wanted. You nodded, not trusting your voice to be steady. You were still trembling from the aftermath of your forced climax, your body humming with the remnants of pleasure and fear.
Joel stood, pulling the blankets tight around you. His eyes searched the room, lingering on the Christmas lights scattered across the floor. For a moment, you thought he might say something, might acknowledge the twisted game he had just played with your body. But he remained silent, his expression unreadable.
He moved to the fireplace, stoking the flames back to life with a few pieces of kindling. The fire crackled and spat, throwing shadows across the cabin. The warmth washed over you, soothing the last vestiges of cold from your skin. The whiskey had worn off, leaving a dull throb in your head, but the ache between your legs remained, a constant reminder of his dominance.
Joel grabbed a bottle of water from his bag, twisted the cap, and took a swig. He offered it to you, and you gratefully took a few sips, the cool liquid soothing your throat. You handed it back to him, your eyes never leaving his. The silence was deafening, the air thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.
He sat on the couch, reclining back against the worn cushions. The flames from the fireplace danced in his eyes, casting a warm glow across his features. You remained on the bed, the blankets pulled tightly around you, trying to regain your composure. Despite the warmth, you couldn't shake the cold that had settled deep within your bones. You watched him for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his eyes on the flickering flames.
The silence grew heavier, the only sounds the crackle of the fire and the howling wind outside. You couldn't help but feel a mix of anger, confusion, and a strange sense of vulnerability. The way he had taken you, claimed you, was not something you could easily dismiss. Yet, as the shock of the encounter began to wear off, the heat between your legs remained, a persistent throb that you couldn't ignore.
With a sigh, Joel stood and approached the bed. His eyes were softer now, the harshness of the situation seeming to have melted away with the breaking of the storm. He reached out, his hand brushing against the blanket that covered you. "You're shaking," he said, his voice gruff but tinged with concern. "You should come closer to the fire."
He didn't wait for your response, simply scooped you up and carried you over to the couch. You didn't resist, too overwhelmed by the events to argue. He placed you on the cushions, your body still trembling, and sat down beside you, pulling you into his side. The warmth from the fire and his body seeped into you, chasing away the last of the cold.
Joel's arm was a solid weight around your shoulders, his hand resting on your thigh. You felt his thumb move in small, comforting circles, the gesture at odds with the harshness of his earlier actions. His eyes never left the fire, as if he couldn't bear to look at you. The silence grew more uncomfortable with each passing moment, the tension in the room as thick as the snow outside the cabin walls.
He knew he had crossed a line. The way you trembled in his arms was a reminder that he had pushed you further than he ever had before. The question of whether it had been too far played on his mind, a persistent drumbeat that matched the rhythm of the storm outside. His own need for dominance had overruled his better judgment, leaving him unsure of what you were feeling.
Your body had responded to him, that much was clear. But Joel was aware that physical pleasure didn't always equate to mental or emotional consent. He had seen the fear in your eyes, the way you had struggled against the lights. Yet, he also knew that fear could be a powerful aphrodisiac, especially in the kind of world you had grown up in, a world where survival depended on the ability to find pleasure in the most unlikely of places.
He had always kept his darker urges in check around others. Tommy's disapproving glances and Tess's firm refusals had taught him to tuck that part of himself away. But with you, it was different. You didn't cower from his gruffness, you didn't shrink away from his intensity. Instead, you met it with a sass that only served to fuel his fire. It was that sass, that unrelenting spirit, that had brought this side of him to the surface. The storm had simply provided the perfect backdrop for it to unfold.
Joel had never admitted it, not even to himself, but the thought of your sweet, unblemished skin marked by his roughness had been a persistent fantasy. The way you had squirmed and struggled against the lights had brought it all to a boil. He had seen the fear in your eyes, but also something else. A spark of something primal that had called to his innermost desires. It was that spark that had driven him to claim you so fiercely, to push you to the brink of pleasure and pain.
Now, as he held you, feeling the tremors slowly ease from your body, he couldn't help but hope that you felt the same pull towards him that he did towards you. That the heat between your legs was not just a byproduct of his dominance, but a genuine longing that matched his own. He knew it was selfish, knew that he had taken something from you without asking. But in that moment, the storm had stripped away his inhibitions, leaving only the raw, animalistic need to possess you.
The fire crackled, the only sound in the cabin that wasn't the beating of your hearts. You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, your breathing shallow and uneven. The warmth of his body seeped into you, chasing away the last remnants of the cold. It was as if the storm had passed, leaving behind only the quiet aftermath of what had been a tumultuous event. You felt both used and cherished, a contradiction that had your mind spinning.
The pain from your spanked ass had transformed into a dull throb, a constant reminder of his dominance. Yet, there was something oddly comforting about it, like a bruise from a hard-fought battle, a testament to your survival. You had never experienced anything like this before, the way fear and pleasure had twisted together until you weren't sure where one ended and the other began. The plastic lights had left their marks, but it was the invisible ropes of his will that had truly bound you.
You felt a strange mix of emotions: anger at his audacity, confusion at your own body's betrayal, and a surprising warmth that grew as you lay there, nestled in his arms. Your heart raced with the memory of your fiery protests that had turned into needy moans. It was as if a part of you had been waiting for this, craving the submission to someone strong enough to handle your fiery spirit.
The fire crackled, and you stared into the flames, the warmth of the cabin a stark contrast to the freezing wilderness outside. You had always prided yourself on your independence, your ability to stand on your own two feet in a world that had crumbled around you. Yet here you were, bound and claimed by a man who had the power to bring you to your knees with just a look. It was a humiliating realization, and your cheeks burned with the knowledge of it.
Joel's hand on your chin was firm but gentle, forcing you to meet his gaze. You tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. "What's going through that head of yours?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you. You felt a blush rise up your neck and flood your cheeks, a silent admission of your confusion.
"I'm not submissive," you whispered, your voice trembling. The words felt like a lie, a feeble attempt to reclaim the power he had so effortlessly taken from you. You had always been the one in charge, the one calling the shots, but in that cabin, under the watchful eye of the storm, it was as if you had been stripped bare, all your defenses rendered useless by his dominance. Since Joel Miller had entered your life you had felt that power slowly slip away.
Joel's eyes searched yours, a hint of surprise flickering in the depths of his gaze. "I know you're not," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against your ear. "But you liked it." There was no room for denial in his tone, only a statement of fact. He knew it, and deep down, you knew it too. The way your body had responded to his rough touch, the way you had moaned and writhed under his control, betrayed the truth of your words.
You tried to sit up, to put some space between you, but his grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice still low but with a firmness that brooked no argument. You met his eyes, the green depths of them holding you in place as surely as the lights had bound your body. "You liked it," he repeated, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Don't lie to me."
You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. "I'll never let you treat me like that in front of others," you finally managed, your voice a mere whisper. "I won't be some quiet submissive house wife."
Joel's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. "I don't want a housewife," he said, his voice gruff. "And I sure as hell don't want a quiet one." His hand left your chin, instead sliding down to the small of your back, his thumb tracing small circles over your spine. "What I want," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "is a partner who likes to be dominated when we are alone."
You stiffened at his words, trying to push away the thrill that shot through you. "I don't submit," you said, the defiance in your voice wavering. But even as the words left your mouth, you couldn't ignore the way your body responded to his touch, the way your pulse quickened and your stomach clenched with anticipation.
"Good," Joel murmured, his hand moving up to cup the back of your head, his thumb brushing against your neck. "Because submission does nothing for me. I don't want a doll that just lays there and takes it." His eyes bore into yours, a challenge in their depths that sent a shiver down your spine. "I love the fire, the fight, the feeling of you struggling under me." His voice grew gruffer, more intense with every word. "That's what I want. Run your mouth to me all day long," he continued, his thumb pressing a little harder, "just know that the more you push, the more you have to take when I get you alone."
The words hung in the air between you, a declaration of intent that had your heart racing. The idea of him seeking out your fight, craving the challenge of bringing you to heel, was both terrifying and exhilarating. You could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze as heavy as the arm that held you in place. "I don't want you to submit," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to fuck the fight out of you."
Well, fuck. You should be terrified. But the heat pooling between your legs, the way his words made you shiver, told a different story. You had never felt so alive, so... wanted. Joel was a force of nature, a man who had survived in a world that had chewed up and spit out the weak. The idea that you could be the one to challenge him, to make him burn with the same intensity, was intoxicating.
You stared at him, the firelight playing across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. The storm outside had settled into a gentle patter against the cabin walls, but the tempest inside of you raged on. Your heart thudded in your chest, a mix of anger and desire that left you feeling dizzy. You had been so sure of your place in the world, so certain of your own strength, and yet here you were, craving the very thing you had fought against.
Joel's words hung in the air like a challenge, a promise that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You should be scared, you told yourself. You should be appalled by the thought of letting this man, this grumpy, overbearing, infuriating man, have that kind of power over you. But instead, all you felt was a strange thrill, a deep-seated need to push back against him, to test the limits of his control.
You looked at him, the firelight playing across his tan, weathered features. His eyes searched yours, as if looking for the answer to a question he hadn't yet asked. The storm outside had settled into a gentle patter, but the one inside of you had only just begun. You couldn't find the words to respond, so you simply nodded. It was a small gesture, almost imperceptible, but Joel's gaze didn't miss it.
His mouth crashed into yours, a kiss that was as rough and demanding as the storm had been. His hands framed your face, his thumbs pressing into your cheekbones as he tasted you, devoured you. It was a claiming, a branding, and you found yourself responding in kind. Your body melted into his, the anger and confusion giving way to a white-hot need that you hadn't even realized existed. That nod had been all the permission he needed, and now, he had you.
Joel's tongue traced the seam of your lips before he bit down gently, a silent demand for entry. You opened for him, the kiss growing more intense with each passing second. His beard was coarse against your skin, a reminder of his masculinity, of the power he held over you. His hands slid down to your waist, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer, your legs wrapping around his hips of their own accord.
With a grunt of effort, Joel shoved you back, your back hitting the couch cushions. He grabbed your hips, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he brought his mouth to your core. The suddenness of it took your breath away, your eyes going wide with surprise. "Joel," you gasped out, a weak protest that was more a moan than anything else.
"We have so much to talk about," you managed, though the words were barely coherent. But even as you spoke, your body was betraying you, arching into his touch, eager for the pleasure you knew he could give. The plushness of the couch cushioned your body, but the starkness of the cabin walls and the flickering firelight served as a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.
"Do we?" Joel's question was a low rumble, his eyes dark with lust and something else, something that made your stomach clench. His beard was rough against your thighs, his breath hot against your center. "Or do we just need to make sure we understand each other?" He didn't wait for your response, instead dipping his head and pressing a kiss to the apex of your thighs, his teeth grazing the tender skin. You shivered, the anticipation building to an unbearable crescendo.
"What-what do we tell Ellie?" you panted out, trying to regain some semblance of control. The thought of the girl knowing what had transpired here was... mortifying. Joel's smirk was unmistakable, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked up at you.
"Ellie has been asking me when I was gonna fuck you for months," he said casually, his mouth still dangerously close to your center. "Since almost the first week you joined us. Been yelling at her for using such language. She is gonna be fucking ecstatic."
The crude words had your cheeks burning, but the fact that Ellie had noticed, that she had talked to Joel about it, had a strange kind of thrill to it. It was like you were all connected in a way that went beyond the typical bonds of friendship or family. The thought of her knowing was embarrassing, but it also made you feel a part of something.
You swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent sentence. "What if she... what if she says something?" You couldn't imagine facing her, knowing she knew what had happened between you and Joel. But Joel just chuckled, his breath hot against your skin.
"Let her," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Let them all know. You're mine now, and that's all that matters." He claimed you with those words, with the possessive glint in his eye that sent a thrill through your body. The thought of being his, belonging to this gruff, fierce man, was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. It was a declaration that went against everything you had ever known, everything you had ever been. “They’ll know your mine. But what we do in private, that will stay between us.”
He lowered his mouth to your pussy, his tongue tracing a wet line up your slit, making you gasp. The pleasure was intense, a stark contrast to the pain in your ass that still lingered. Joel's eyes remained locked on yours, watching your reactions, gauging your limits. You tried to push him away, but his grip on your hips was unyielding. The struggle only served to turn you on more, your body a traitor to your own thoughts.
"I want to see how many times I can make you come," he murmured, his breath hot against your clit. "I want to hear you scream my name until your throat is raw." His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body already responding to his demanding tone. You had never been with someone so intense, so focused on your pleasure. It was overwhelming, and yet you couldn't help but crave more.
His tongue slid inside you, curling and stroking, as his fingers found your clit. He worked you with a single-minded determination that had your back arching off the couch. Each touch, each stroke, brought you closer to the edge, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Joel's eyes never left yours, the challenge in them growing with every passing second. It was as if he was daring you to break, to lose control completely.
You felt the first orgasm build, a tight coil of pleasure in your belly. You tried to fight it, to maintain some semblance of dignity, but Joel was relentless. His mouth and hands worked in tandem, driving you higher and higher until you couldn't hold back anymore. With a cry, you shattered, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over
you.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving yours. "One," he said with a smug satisfaction, his voice thick with lust. He didn't give you a moment to recover, instead sliding two thick fingers inside you, his thumb pressing down on your clit. You bucked your hips, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but Joel held you in place, his gaze never wavering.
"Two," he murmured, his voice a low growl as you felt the second orgasm build. It was as if he had flipped a switch in you, one that you didn't even know existed. Your body responded to his every touch, your muscles tightening around his fingers as he worked you mercilessly. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep your moans to a minimum, but it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming.
Joel's eyes bore into yours, his gaze almost predatory. He could see the effect he was having on you, and it only spurred him on. He added a third finger, stretching you wider, his thumb circling your clit with increasing speed. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice a gravelly rumble. You could feel your body starting to shake, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. "Come on, I know you can do it."
You whimpered, the pleasure and pain blending together in a heady mix that made your head spin. "Joel," you gasped out, your nails digging into the couch cushions. "Please, I can't-"
"Yes, you can," he said firmly, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. "You're so much stronger than you think. Just let go." And with that, he pushed you over the edge once more, your body convulsing around his hand as the second orgasm ripped through you. "Two," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He didn't stop there. Joel was a man on a mission, and his mission was to shatter every last one of your defenses. He slid his fingers out of you, replacing them with his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he feasted on you, his beard tickling your inner thighs.
You struggled in his hold, trying desperately to get free, to get away from the sensation of his mouth, but his grip was ironclad. Each time you tried to pull away, he only held you tighter, his teeth grazing your clit in a gentle bite that had you crying out. It was a dance of power and submission, one you had never experienced before.
As the third orgasm began to build, you realized that you had been fighting a losing battle from the start. Your body was his, and it responded to him in ways you had never felt before. You could feel his smile against your skin, feel his victory in the way his tongue lapped at you, eager to push you to the brink again.
"Three," Joel said smugly, pulling back to watch the aftershocks ripple through you. You lay there, panting and exposed, your body trembling. He leaned back on his haunches, his eyes traveling up the length of your body, lingering on the marks the Christmas lights had left on your skin. The sight of them sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you knew that you were lost to this man, to this moment.
Without warning, Joel stood, pulling you with him. You stumbled, your legs weak and unsteady. "Not done yet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down your spine. He led you to the bed, the mattress creaking under your combined weight as he pushed you down onto your stomach. Your cheek pressed into the cold fabric as he straddled your thighs, his weight pinning you in place.
"Gonna fuck you all night," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the cabin. "See how many orgasms I can draw from you before you pass out. And then," he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear, "how many more I can get from you after that." The anticipation was unbearable, your body already humming with the aftermath of the previous climaxes. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, a reminder of what was to come.
The fear was there, a cold knot in your stomach that made you want to scream and fight and run. But it was mixed with something else, something dark and thrilling. You had never felt so wanted, so desired. The idea that Joel, this powerful, intimidating man, was going to take you apart piece by piece, that he was going to leave you trembling and begging for more, was intoxicating. You had always prided yourself on your independence, your ability to take care of yourself in this harsh world. But now, faced with his dominance, you realized just how much you had been craving this all along.
The struggle was real, a visceral dance of fear and excitement that had your blood singing in your veins. The anticipation of what was to come was like a drug, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. Joel was going to claim you, over and over, until you couldn't think of anything but him, until his name was the only thing you could scream out into the cold, empty night. And the thought of it made you wet, made your body ache with need.
You knew then there was no coming back. No escaping Joel. No one else would ever be able to satisfy you the same way. His dominance had unlocked something within you, something primal and raw that craved his touch, his control. The way he looked at you, the way he talked to you, it was as if he saw right through your defenses, right to the core of who you were. And in that moment, as his weight pressed you into the bed, you realized that you didn't want to escape. You wanted to be his. To belong to him in a way that went beyond the confines of the cabin, beyond the bounds of what was considered proper or acceptable. And you relished the thought of it.
Kraven x named OC. I may update later to be nameless reader.
I wrote this for my own pure enjoyment after seeing Kraven. Thought others might enjoy it as well. Wrote it at like 3am, not beta read. Might have errors but whatever.
Dark fanfiction. Trigger warnings a plenty. Will include non/dubcon. Non-con spanking. Predator / prey / primal play. Non-consensual breeding. Forced breeding. Somnophilia. And more. Read at your own risk.
18+. MINIRS DNI. NSFW.
Spoilers ahead
The elevator scene never made sense to me. How did Kraven not hear the struggle? Because he was talking to some random guy? It didn’t make sense to me. This story fixes that. A woman paid to be the distraction. Then the story cuts to after the movie, where Kraven tracks her down, blaming her for what happened.
The elevator chimed its arrival on the ground floor, and Aurora Zedel stepped in, her white blonde hair bouncing as she moved. Her teal eyes scanned the gleaming metal interior, noticing the faint smudges where hands had gripped the railings. The button for the 14th floor was already lit up, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the easy money waiting for her. As the doors began to glide shut, a large, muscular figure barreled towards her, his bare feet slapping against the marble floor. A man with dark brown hair and scruffy beard, had the look of a man who hadn't slept in days.
"Hold the elevator.” He called out.
Aurora glanced at him, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smirk as she took in his desperate sprint. But she knew better. Her instincts screamed at her to keep moving. She'd heard too many horror stories about being alone with strange, overbearing men in elevators. Her finger hovered over the 'Close Door' button, a silent declaration of her decision. She wasn't going to be that girl, the one who ended up as a tragic headline in tomorrow's newspaper. The doors began to slide shut, and she could almost feel the weight of his glare as they inched closer to sealing his fate.
But fate had other plans. The elevator jolted as something metal smacked into the 'up' button, the doors springing back open. Aurora's eyes widened as she watched the knife, thrown with the precision of a seasoned knife-thrower, lodge itself into the center of the button with a solid click. The man followed, his bare feet crossing the threshold as he reached out to claim his makeshift key. He grabbed the knife with a grin that was more predatory than charming and stepped into the elevator, his six-foot-tall frame filling the space with a sense of palpable dominance.
They stood in momentary silence as the doors closed. Aurora faced forward, but she could feel his eyes on her, a heat that seemed to burn through her clothes. Her heart raced, but she refused to show fear. "I tried to hold the door for you," she lied, trying to break the tension with a nonchalant tone.
"No, you didn't." He said with a smirk.
Her eyes darted to the knife still clutched in his hand. The elevator's smooth ascent seemed to echo the sudden drop in the temperature of the room. The smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as he caught her gaze, and Aurora felt the urge to apologize for her earlier snub, even though she had every right to be wary. His voice was a rich timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, despite the warmth of the enclosed space.
"This?" He said, holding up the knife with a casual air, as if they were discussing the weather. "It's my work knife. I take it with me everywhere."
With a swift, practiced movement, he folded the blade into the handle and slipped it into his pocket. His grin never wavered as he watched Aurora's eyes follow the knife, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the ease of the motion. He could see the question marks popping up in her eyes, the curiosity and fear fighting for dominance. Good. That was the reaction he liked.
"What do you do for work?" Aurora's voice was a bit too high, trying to cover the tremor in her throat.
Kraven leaned back against the wall of the elevator, his towering presence seeming to consume the small space. He took a deep, leisurely breath, his eyes never leaving Aurora. "I'm a hunter," he said with a smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. “I hunt people.”
The elevator jolted to a stop on the 14th floor, and Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she felt his gaze intensify. "And you wonder why I didn't hold the elevator for you?" she quipped, her sassiness belying the racing thoughts in her head.
Kraven chuckled lowly, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "You're feisty. I like that." He stepped aside, allowing Aurora to exit the elevator. The doors slid open, revealing the opulent hallway she'd been told to wait in.
Her legs felt like jelly as she stepped out, the clack of her heels on the marble floor the only sound in the otherwise quiet corridor. She couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze on her, even though she had her back to him. Without looking back, Aurora quickly made her way down the hall, her eyes scanning the gold-plated numbers until she found the one that matched her instructions. She took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door of apartment 1413, the echo of the raps echoing in the emptiness around her.
The silence that followed was thick, unnerving. She checked the time on her phone, the digital numbers ticking away the seconds like a bomb about to go off. She waited, her heart hammering in her chest like a drumline in a parade, each beat louder than the last. The air felt charged, like it was holding its breath along with her, and she had to fight the urge to run back to the safety of the elevator. But she'd come this far. No way she was leaving without that money.
The wait was endless, stretching out like a never-ending taffy pull. Her eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the opulent surroundings with their gold-framed artwork and plush carpeting. The quiet was so complete she could hear the faint hum of the elevator's machinery, a steady rhythm that seemed to taunt her with its normalcy. Her eyes kept straying back to the door she'd just knocked on, willing it to open. And just as the clock on her phone hit the ten-minute mark, it did.
The man who emerged was as silent as the hallway itself. He was dressed in a sharp suit that screamed wealth and power, with sunglasses that obscured his eyes despite the lack of natural light. He held out a briefcase with a single nod, his face a mask of professional detachment. Aurora took it, her fingers trembling slightly as she felt the weight of the case in her hands. This was it. This was what she'd been promised. The brief moment of victory was cut short by the sound of the door clicking shut, leaving her standing there with nothing but the briefcase and the echo of the man's retreating footsteps.
Her heart pounded as she made her way back to the elevator, the sound of her heels on the marble floor a stark contrast to the quiet that had just moments ago held the corridor in its grip. She stepped into the metal box, the briefcase feeling like a treasure trove of secrets at her side. The doors whispered shut, and with a gentle ding, the elevator began to descend. The briefcase called to her, a siren's song of cold, hard cash. She couldn't resist the urge to peek. With trembling hands, she flipped the latches open, her eyes widening as the bills greeted her like an old friend.
Holy shit. They hadn't lied. She really got 50k to ride an elevator.
Three months had passed since Aurora's peculiar elevator encounter in London, and she had almost forgotten about the mysterious man with the knife. Her life had returned to the comfortable routine of cataloging artifacts and giving tours at the museum, with the occasional thrill of a new exhibit or an unexpected discovery. The cobblestone streets of London had been replaced with the concrete jungle of New York, but the memory of Kraven's smoldering gaze still lingered like a ghost in the back of her mind. She had moved on, though, using the money to upgrade her living situation and indulge in a few well-deserved treats.
Now, she found herself walking home from the Museum of Natural History, her one-bedroom flat a mere stone's throw away. The apartment boasted a stunning view of Central Park from the windows, which she often enjoyed with a cup of coffee and a good book. The rent was steep, but the 50,000 dollars had been a lifeline that allowed her to chase her dreams without the burden of financial stress. She often mused about what had happened to the man she had met that fateful day, but the chaos of her daily life quickly overshadowed those fleeting thoughts.
The walk home was never particularly long, but tonight, it felt like an eternity. Aurora's eyes darted around the bustling street, searching for the source of the uneasy feeling that had crept into her consciousness. The cacophony of car horns and pedestrians' chatter created a wall of noise that should have comforted her, but instead, it amplified the sensation of being observed. Her stride grew quicker as she wove through the throngs of people, the clack of her heels on the sidewalk a steady beat that seemed to echo her racing heart.
Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her apartment building, the heavy door swinging closed behind her with a comforting thud that muted the sounds of the city. She took the stairs two at a time, her breath coming in short gasps, fueled by adrenaline rather than exertion. Once inside, Aurora double-locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, her eyes closed as she allowed the sense of relief to wash over her.
With shaking hands, she made her way to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of coffee. The familiar ritual of measuring out the grounds and watching the water heat was a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. She carried the steaming mug to the living room, the warmth spreading through her fingers and up her arm. She stepped over to the large windows, the twinkling lights of the city spread out before her like a glittering quilt. Her gaze fell upon Central Park, a vast expanse of darkness with the occasional flash of a streetlamp piercing the night.
For a moment, she could have sworn she saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees, his eyes locked onto her apartment. Her heart skipped a beat as she took a sip of her coffee, the bitter liquid scalding her tongue. But when she blinked, the figure was gone, swallowed by the night as if he had never been there.
The days ticked by, and the sense of unease grew stronger. Aurora couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, followed. She'd catch glimpses of dark figures in the corner of her eye, only to turn and find nothing but the cold, unyielding concrete of the city.
Her once-peaceful evening walks were now fraught with tension, her steps quicker, her eyes darting around the street as if searching for a predator that only she could sense. The whispers of the wind through the skyscrapers began to sound like the taunts of a pursuer, playing tricks on her ears.
It was a cold, rainy night when Aurora's fears materialized into reality. She had just stepped out of the warm embrace of the museum, her heels clicking rhythmically against the wet pavement as she hurried towards the safety of her apartment. The rain was a curtain, obscuring her view of the world, and she was grateful for the anonymity it provided.
As Aurora reached her building, she fumbled with her keys, the cold metal slipping through her trembling fingers. The door was heavier than usual, the weight of her fear seemingly adding to its mass. She slammed it shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty foyer. The climb up the stairs was a blur of wet footsteps and heavy breathing, each step taking her closer to what she hoped was safety.
Finally, she reached her floor, the last bastion between her and the sanctuary of her home. The apartment door swung open with a groan of protest, revealing the welcoming embrace of her cozy living space. She didn't bother turning on the light; the moon's glow was enough to guide her as she shrugged off her soaked jacket and draped it over the hook. Her clothes clung to her body like a second skin, a chilly reminder of the rain's relentless embrace.
Aurora padded softly down the hallway, her damp feet leaving a trail of footprints on the hardwood floor. The anticipation of a hot shower washed away the last of her unease, replacing it with a warm, comforting warmth that seemed to radiate from the bathroom. She was so focused on the thought of the steaming water that she didn't notice the shift in the air, the sudden stillness that seemed to thicken like molasses.
It was only when she reached the threshold of her bedroom that Aurora's instincts screamed at her to stop. Something was off. The shadows in the room seemed to shift, coalescing into a form that didn't belong. Her hand hovered over the light switch, the plastic cool under her fingertips. She knew she should turn it on, illuminate the darkness, but she was frozen, a deer in the headlights of a car she didn't see coming.
The air grew heavy, charged with the electricity of a storm that had yet to break. And then she heard it. The unmistakable sound of fabric rustling against skin, the almost imperceptible huff of breath. She whirled around, her eyes darting through the darkness, searching for the source of the sound. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest, each beat echoing through her body like a warning bell.
A figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette blocking the moonlight that had been her beacon. It was him, the man from the elevator. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, the gold of his irises piercing the gloom. He was no longer the charming rogue she had met months ago; now, he was the hunter made flesh, a creature of the night with a vendetta to settle.
Her instinct was to scream, to let out the terror that had been coiled in her chest for weeks, but he was faster. Kraven crossed the room in a single bound, his hand clamping over her mouth with the strength of a vice. The warmth of his palm against her skin was a stark contrast to the cold fear that washed over her. Aurora's eyes went wide, the pupils dilating with shock as she struggled against his unyielding grip.
"Hello, Aurora," Kraven purred, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I've been looking forward to this little reunion." His voice was a dark symphony, a blend of velvet and steel that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.
Aurora's eyes searched for any escape, but the room had shrunk to the size of a cage, with Kraven as her captor. His grip on her was firm, the heat of his palm searing into her cheek, his other hand snaking around her waist to keep her in place. His scent was musky, like the rain-soaked earth after a storm, a wildness that made her want to both lean into it and flee from it.
"You," she managed to whisper through his hand. The accusation was clear in her voice, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface of fear.
Kraven's grin widened, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Yes, me. You've been a hard one to track down, Aurora. But I always get my prey." His grip on her tightened, and she could feel the power in his arms, the promise of strength that could easily overpower her.
The past month had been a game of cat and mouse, with Kraven following Aurora's scent across continents. Her unique blend of vanilla, amber, and musk had led him through the bustling streets of New York, each step bringing him closer to the woman who had unwittingly played a role in his brother's downfall. It was a scent that had haunted his dreams, a sweetness tinged with the bitter stench of betrayal. And now, finally, he had her right where he wanted her.
"Let me go," Aurora hissed, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination that only served to pique Kraven's interest. She struggled in his arms, her body a thrash of limbs that did little to free herself from his iron grip. His smile grew as he leaned in, his nose brushing against her neck as he took in her scent. It was intoxicating, a blend of fear and something else, something that made his pulse quicken.
"Why are you here?" she spat, her voice muffled by his hand.
Kraven leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You helped them, Aurora. You're part of this." His words were a dark promise of retribution, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "I'm going to make you pay for what you've done."
"What are you talking about?" she choked out, her eyes watering from the pressure of his hand. "I don't know anything!" Her nails dug into his palm, desperation fueling her strength.
Kraven's grin grew more wolfish. "Don't play dumb with me. You were the perfect distraction in that elevator. You delayed me, allowed them to take my brother. And now, I've found you." His voice was a low growl that sent a shiver down Aurora's spine.
Aurora's eyes searched the room for anything she could use as a weapon, but all she saw was her own reflection in the dresser mirror, wide-eyed and terrified. She tried to kick out, but her heels slipped on the wet floor. Kraven's grip on her was unrelenting.
"You're wrong," Aurora managed to murmur, the words barely audible against his palm. "I didn't know what was happening!"
"Ignorance is no excuse," Kraven whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a sharp pinprick at the base of her neck, and the room swirled around her like a kaleidoscope of shadows. The last thing she heard was the echo of his words, "You distracted me. You helped them. And you will pay."
When Aurora woke, the world was spinning. She groaned, her head feeling like a sledgehammer had taken up residence inside her skull. She tried to sit up, but the world tilted, and she collapsed back onto the bed with a soft thump. The scent of rich, musky wood enveloped her, unfamiliar and comforting in the same breath. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls of the room were made of glass triangles, creating a dome that showcased the dense woods outside. The stark contrast of the opulent furnishings with the wild, untamed nature beyond was jarring, like a jungle queen's palace in the heart of the forest.
Her eyes searched the room frantically, trying to piece together the puzzle of her location. The last thing she remembered was the cold, hard hand over her mouth and the sudden darkness that had swallowed her whole. Her hand shot up to her neck, feeling the tender spot where she had been injected. A sour taste lingered on her tongue, the aftermath of whatever drug had been used to render her unconscious.
Aurora's heart hammered in her chest as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, the plush bedding beneath her offering little comfort. Her legs dangled over the side, and she took a moment to let the world settle before attempting to stand. Her eyes fell on the door, a stark reminder of the danger she was in.
With wobbly steps, she approached the glass panes that made up the wall, her eyes scanning the dense foliage beyond for any sign of Kraven. The rain had stopped, and in its place, a serene quiet had descended over the woods. The moon cast an eerie glow through the canopy, painting the leaves in silvery light. She knew she had to escape.
Aurora stumbled onto the deck, the cold wood seeping through her damp clothes, sending a shiver down her spine. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Her eyes searched the horizon, the distant sound of an owl's hoot piercing the silence. The urge to flee was a living thing within her, a primal instinct that screamed at her to run.
And then she heard it—a growl, low and menacing, that seemed to resonate through her very bones. Her heart stuttered in her chest, the beat of a wild drum that matched the throb of fear in her veins. Her eyes darted to the nearby forest, the dense underbrush hiding whatever creature had made the sound.
For a moment, the world stood still. The moonlight danced through the leaves, painting an eerie tableau of shadows and light. And then, she saw it—a flash of movement, the unmistakable form of a creature stalking closer. A snow leopard, its fur a ghostly white against the backdrop of the night, its eyes gleaming with a hunger that was all too real.
Aurora's heart skipped a beat, and she forgot about the man who took her. Survival instinct took over, and she bolted back inside the dome, the door slamming shut with a resounding boom that echoed through the quiet night. She leaned against the door, panting as she watched the creature prowl closer. The snow leopard's eyes never left hers, a predator sizing up its prey.
It was a snow leopard, a creature of the Himalayas and other high-altitude regions. Aurora's mind raced. How was this possible? The last she knew, she was in the heart of New York City, not in the remote mountains of Asia. Panic set in as the reality of her situation sank in—she was not in her element, not even in the city she called home. This was a place where nature ruled, and she was the intruder.
The beast circled the structure a few times, its eyes never leaving Aurora's as it assessed her. Its tail twitched, the tip brushing the ground with a mesmerizing rhythm that seemed to beckon her closer. But the sharpness of its teeth and the power in its muscles were clear warnings. This was not an animal to be trifled with.
As the snow leopard disappeared into the woods, the night grew quieter, the only sound the gentle patter of rain against the glass. Aurora let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her eyes still glued to the spot where it had been. The tension in her body slowly began to uncoil, and she pushed herself away from the door.
It was only when she heard the soft click of the lock turning that she realized she wasn't alone. She whirled around, her eyes widening as the man stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming in the moonlit night like the predator that had just been outside. The sight of him sent a jolt of terror through her, a stark reminder of the human danger that lurked within the confines of this alien place.
"Welcome to my home, Aurora," Kraven said, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down her spine. He was dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a form-fitting shirt that did little to hide his muscular physique. His bare feet were silent on the floor, a stark contrast to the pounding of her heart.
Her eyes searched the room for a way out, for anything that could help her, but all she found was more glass and steel, a prison of luxury that reflected the moon's glow. "Where am I?" she demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
"Somewhere safe," Kraven said, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made her want to shrink away. "Or as safe as you can be when you're with me."
The room was sparse but luxurious, a stark contrast to the wildness beyond the glass walls. Aurora took in the furs draped over the bed, the heavy wooden furniture that looked as though it had been carved from ancient trees, and the crackling fireplace that cast flickering shadows across the floor. The heat was a stark contrast to the cold she'd felt outside, a seductive warmth that she knew was a trap.
"This isn't New York," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The trees, the snow leopard—none of it made sense. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle of her new surroundings. "Where are we?"
"My home," Kraven said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very floor beneath her feet. "Eastern Russia. The heart of the wilderness." He stepped closer, and Aurora could feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the cold outside. "You won't find another human for over a thousand miles."
Aurora's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. She had to keep her wits about her, had to find a way out of this insanity. "What do you want from me?" she spat, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.
"Oh, I think you know," Kraven said, his smirk growing more predatory with each passing moment. He strolled closer, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. "You see, you've become part of the hunt now, Aurora. You're the fox that led me astray in that elevator, and now it's my turn to set the chase."
Aurora's heart raced, her mind scrambling to understand what he was saying. The elevator job had been a random encounter, hadn't it? Just a way to make some quick cash. But as Kraven prowled towards her, she knew that she had been naive to think she could walk away unscathed from whatever dark world he was part of.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Aurora repeated, her voice stronger this time. "We were just two strangers in an elevator. I didn't do anything to distract you from anything!"
Kraven's smirk grew, a dark twist of amusement playing on his lips. "Ah, but you see, Aurora, that's where you're wrong. You're more than just a pretty face and an interesting scent. You're a puzzle piece in a much larger game." He stalked closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Your innocent act isn't fooling me. I know you're part of the reason my brother fell to the darkness. That night, when you stepped into that elevator, you became part of the hunt. And now, you're going to pay for it." His words were a whisper, a promise of retribution that seemed to hang in the air like a mist of venom.
Aurora's mind raced as she tried to form a coherent argument, but her thoughts were muddled by fear and confusion. "Please, I didn't know! I was offered $50,000 to ride the elevator to the fourteenth floor and wait ten minutes. That was all!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I had no idea what was happening!"
Kraven's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the veil of her fear. "Money," he spat, his tone derisive. "Always the same story. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" His words stung, but Aurora knew better than to let his accusations bait her.
"I don't know anything about your brother or your...hunting," she said firmly, her voice stronger than she felt. "I'm just a curator at the museum. I don't get involved in...whatever it is you think I'm involved in."
Kraven tilted his head, studying her with a predatory gaze. "You're a curator, yes, but you're also a survivor. You've survived in a city that eats the weak alive. You've made a good life for yourself with the money you earned that night. But now, the game has changed. You're in my world, and here, the only way to survive is to become the hunted."
Aurora's eyes searched his, looking for a glimmer of humanity, but all she found was a cold, calculating stare. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her limbs.
"Revenge," Kraven replied, his tone as unyielding as the steel bars that seemed to enclose her in this glass cage. "You've cost me everything. For a pitiful fifty thousand dollars, you've taken away the only person I ever cared about. And now, you'll learn what it means to be the prey."
Aurora felt the blood drain from her face, her heart racing like the prey of the snow leopard that had just been outside. "Your brother...he's...dead?" she stuttered, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her.
"Worse," Kraven said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "He didn't just die. He turned into the very evil I hunt. A monster." His eyes blazed with anger and something else—hurt, a deep, raw pain that made Aurora's chest tighten. "And it's all because of you."
The room felt smaller as he approached, his muscular form looming over her. Aurora took a step back, her heels clicking against the cold, hard floor. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "How could I have done that?"
Kraven's smile was cruel. "You played your part, Aurora. Whether you knew it or not." He reached out, his hand snaking around her throat, his fingers tightening just enough to remind her of his power. "And now, it's time for you to pay the price."
Aurora's eyes widened with terror, her pulse racing like a rabbit caught in a snare. "Please," she choked out, her voice a desperate plea. "I didn't know. I don't know anything. I don't even know who you are."
Kraven's grip tightened, his thumb pressing against the pulse point on her neck, feeling the erratic rhythm beneath the soft skin. "You can call me Kraven," he murmured. "You're about to find out what it's like to be the hunted. To feel the fear, the adrenaline, the desperation." His other hand reached out, ghosting over her cheek, his touch feather-light but sending a shiver of fear through her. "You're going to regret ever crossing my path, Aurora Zedel."
With a sudden shove, he released her, sending her stumbling backwards. "Run," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'll give you a head start. And don't worry about the snow leopard outside. She won't hunt you." His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. "She won't hunt my prey."
Aurora didn't need to be told twice. She bolted towards the door, her heart in her throat. Her legs felt like jelly, but she pushed through the fear, her instincts taking over. The door swung open, and the cool night air enveloped her, the scent of pine and rain mixing with the coppery tang of fear.
Her eyes darted around the moonlit clearing, searching for any sign of civilization or a path through the dense woods. The only sound was the distant call of an owl and the thunderous beat of her own heart. Kraven had vanished, leaving her alone in the wilderness, the glass dome of his lair gleaming in the distance like a malevolent eye watching her every move.
The forest loomed around her, a tapestry of shadows and silver light. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She had to keep moving, to put as much distance as possible between herself and the madman who had brought her here. Her feet sank into the wet earth, the cold seeping through her thin shoes as she stumbled through the underbrush, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.
Behind her, she heard the faintest rustle of leaves, a disturbance that sent a fresh jolt of terror through her. Kraven was out there, watching her flee. She could feel his eyes on her, his presence a dark shadow that seemed to invade every corner of her mind. Her legs burned, her lungs ached, but she didn't dare slow down.
Kraven's thoughts were a tumultuous mix of anger and desire. Her scent, that sweet, alluring blend of vanilla, amber, and musk, had him in a feral frenzy. He hadn't meant to let her go so easily, but something within him had snapped the moment she'd stumbled away from his grasp. The need to claim her, to make her his, was overwhelming, a primal instinct that he hadn't felt in years. His teeth gritted as he watched her vanish into the trees, the moon's glow playing across her curves like a lover's caress.
He waited, his eyes never leaving the spot where she'd disappeared. His heightened senses took in every sound, every smell. He could hear the racing of her heart, the rustle of leaves beneath her panicked feet. His muscles tensed, and he felt the power within him coil tight, ready to spring into action. But he didn't move—not yet.
Kraven watched the shadows dance across the clearing, his eyes glowing with the excitement of the chase. His mind was a tempest of anger and lust, a maelstrom of emotion that swirled around the image of Aurora. He wasn't just mad at her; he was enraged that she'd been used to distract him from his duty. Yet, the thought of her soft curves beneath him was like a siren's call, irresistible and all-consuming. He had to have her.
He waited, his patience that of a cat watching a mouse. He knew the forest like the back of his hand, every twist and turn, every scent that lingered on the breeze. The rain had stopped, leaving the night air cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of Aurora's fear. It was intoxicating, a pheromone that drew him closer. He could feel the vibrations of her desperate flight, the tremble of the earth beneath her feet, the snapping of twigs as she blundered through the underbrush.
Aurora's breaths grew more ragged as she pushed deeper into the forest. Her legs felt like they might give out at any moment, but she couldn't stop. The darkness was suffocating, the trees closing in around her like a living cage. The only thing keeping her going was the burning anger that had ignited within her at Kraven's accusation. How dare he blame her for something she didn't do?
Her mind raced with scenarios of escape, her thoughts interrupted by the occasional crack of a twig or rustle of leaves. Was he really letting her go? Or was this all part of his twisted game? The forest was eerily silent, the only company the distant hoot of an owl and the erratic thump of her own heart.
Aurora's eyes searched the darkness for any sign of Kraven, but all she saw was the endless dance of shadows cast by the moon's weak glow. The trees stretched out before her like an infinite maze, each step a gamble on whether she was moving towards freedom or further into his clutches
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As Aurora stumbled through the forest, the moon's weak glow pierced the dense canopy, casting eerie patterns of light and shadow on the damp ground. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, but she didn't dare stop moving. The fear of Kraven's pursuit kept her legs pumping, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm in her chest. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made her jump, her eyes darting wildly in search of the predator she knew was stalking her.
The terrain grew more rugged, the underbrush thicker and more difficult to navigate. Aurora's clothes were soaked with rain, clinging to her body and snagging on branches that seemed to reach out to ensnare her. Her shoes, never meant for this kind of environment, were little more than shreds, leaving her feet bare and vulnerable to the jagged rocks and sharp thorns that littered the forest floor.
Her breaths grew shallower, the cold air stinging her lungs as she stumbled over a fallen tree trunk. A glimpse of movement in the corner of her eye had her spinning around, heart racing, only to find a solitary deer watching her with wide, doe-like eyes before it disappeared back into the shadows. The forest was a silent sentinel, holding its breath as the hunted played out her fate.
The moment of respite was shattered when a powerful force crashed into her from behind, sending her sprawling face-first into the wet earth. Aurora screamed and flailed, her nails clawing at the soil as Kraven's heavy body pinned her down, his muscular frame immovable as a boulder. Panic flooded her veins, and she struggled wildly, her legs kicking and arms flailing as she tried to break free.
He was silent as the grave, his breath hot against her neck as he held her in place, his fingers digging into her hips. Aurora felt his erection, a stark reminder of his intentions, pressing into her through his pants, and a new wave of terror washed over her. Kraven chuckled, a dark sound that echoed through the silent night, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to make this so much more enjoyable, little fox."
Her mind reeled as she felt the fabric of her pants tear away, his hand rough and unyielding as he exposed her skin to the cold night air. Aurora's scream was muffled by the wet earth, her struggles futile against his immense strength. She could feel the ground beneath her, the dampness seeping into her clothes, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat of Kraven's body as he claimed her.
With a snarl, he flipped her onto her back, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger that made Aurora's stomach churn. His grip was like a vice around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head as he straddled her, his knees digging into her ribs. "You're mine now," he murmured, his breath hot on her face. "You're going to scream for me, beg for me, and when I'm done with you, you'll never forget the name Kraven."
Aurora's eyes searched the darkness beyond the forest canopy, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild animal's. She could feel the ground beneath her, the cold seeping into her bones, as Kraven's weight bore down on her. His hand slithered up her side, the calloused pads of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly. She gasped, arching her back in protest, her eyes never leaving his.
With a feral grin, Kraven leaned in, his teeth bared as he ripped her shirt and bra from her body in one swift motion. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the quiet night, a macabre symphony of destruction. Aurora's breasts spilled out, pale and trembling in the moonlight, her nipples hardening from the cold and fear. Kraven's gaze raked over her exposed flesh, his eyes gleaming with hunger, and she felt a surge of revulsion mingled with a perverse thrill.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she lay naked beneath him, her skin glowing in the moonlit clearing. Kraven took a moment to drink in the sight, his own shirt discarded on the ground beside them, the muscles of his chest rippling as he took a deep, satisfied breath. His pants were already undone, the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.
With a snarl, he descended upon her, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck, his tongue laving the wound to soothe the sting. Aurora squirmed beneath him, trying to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His mouth moved to her breasts, his teeth grazing over the sensitive peaks, his tongue flicking against them in a way that sent waves of pleasure mingling with pain through her body.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the whimpers that escaped her. She didn't want to give Kraven the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected her. But as he continued to explore her body with a combination of roughness and tenderness that was both terrifying and exhilarating, she could feel her resolve crumbling. His hands roamed, his fingers dipping into her wetness, testing her readiness with a cruel precision.
Kraven's voice was a low, seductive growl in her ear. "You're going to come for me, Aurora. Whether you want to or not." His words were a promise, a dark vow that sent a shiver of fear and anticipation through her body. He was in control, and she knew it, but there was something in his tone that suggested he didn't just want her body—he wanted her to surrender completely, to acknowledge him as her master, her hunter.
He didn't wait for a response, his hand delving between her legs, his fingers teasing her clit with a mastery that had her gasping. Aurora's eyes shot open, her body arching up to meet his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. Kraven's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched her react. "See?" he murmured. "You love it. The thrill of the hunt, the fear of the unknown."
Her eyes filled with anger and defiance as she glared up at him, but he just chuckled, leaning down to capture her mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue thrust inside, claiming her, tasting her fear and her unwilling desire. Aurora felt the heat of his body, the roughness of his beard against her skin, and she hated herself for the way she responded. But she couldn't fight the sensations that flooded her—his touch, his scent, the power that radiated from him like a living flame.
Kraven felt her body's betrayal, her softness yielding to his hardness, her wetness coating his fingers as he stroked her. He broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with victory. "You're going to come for me," he repeated, his voice a dark whisper. "And when you do, you'll understand what it means to be the hunted."
With a snarl, Aurora bucked her hips, trying to dislodge his hand, but he was unmovable. His grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pinned her to the ground.
Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch despite her protests. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But the sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. The fear and the arousal swirled together in a toxic mix, a potent cocktail that had her panting and writhing beneath him.
Kraven's thumb circled her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her in a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Aurora's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this, to regain control, but all she could focus on was the exquisite torture he was inflicting on her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her back bowing off the ground as he brought her closer to the edge.
And then, without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her trembling and exposed. Aurora's eyes snapped open, and she met his, the hunger in them so intense it stole her breath away. Kraven's grin was wicked as he lined himself up with her, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.
In one powerful thrust, he entered her, the sheer size of him filling her completely, stretching her in a way that was both agonizing and exhilarating. Aurora's scream pierced the night, echoing through the forest like the cry of a wounded animal. He was so much larger than any man she'd ever been with, his girth a challenge that her body struggled to accommodate. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to resist the intrusion, but his strength was unrelenting.
Her struggles renewed, a cacophony of limbs and desperate gasps for air as he began to move within her. Kraven's hips pistoned, each stroke sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through Aurora's body. She could feel the heat of him, the power of his thrusts as he claimed her with an animalistic ferocity. And yet, as much as she wanted to fight, there was a part of her that craved more, that reveled in the raw, primal energy of the moment. Her body responded in ways she never thought possible, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips rising to meet his in a silent plea for more.
The world around them faded away, replaced by the sound of their harsh breaths and the slap of skin on skin. Kraven's eyes never left hers, his gaze a blue flame that seemed to burn into her very soul. He watched her, studied her, his expression a mix of anger and lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and guttural. "You'll always be mine."
Aurora's body responded in ways she couldn't control, her hips moving with his rhythm despite the fear that gripped her. His teeth sank into her lower lip, drawing blood, and she tasted the coppery tang as she moaned into his mouth. Her nails raked down his back, not in protest but in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Kraven felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting with each of his brutal thrusts. He could feel her approaching climax, and the knowledge of her impending surrender fueled his own desire. His hand slammed down on the ground beside her head, the impact echoing through the clearing. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say you're mine."
Aurora's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and need. "Never," she spat out, trying to buck him off. But his weight was too much, his grip too strong.
Kraven chuckled, the sound low and sinister. "We'll see," he murmured against her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before his mouth moved to her neck, his kisses turning into bites that left marks. He could feel her getting closer, her body's involuntary reactions telling him she was about to give in. His strokes grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening, his rhythm unyielding.
Aurora's eyes widened as she felt the pressure building, a coil of need that she couldn't fight. She bit back a scream, her teeth digging into her lip so hard she could taste blood. Kraven's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's it," he whispered, his voice a dark purr. "Come for me, Aurora. Show me you're mine."
With a final, brutal thrust, Aurora shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. It was a release unlike any she'd ever experienced, a wave of pleasure that washed over her like a storm. Kraven's eyes glowed with victory, his own orgasm following closely behind, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.
For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Aurora felt the weight of his body pressing her into the cold, damp earth, his breath hot against her neck. The reality of what had just happened crashed down on her, and she began to sob, the tears mingling with the rain that had started to fall again.
Kraven pulled back slightly, his grip on her wrists loosening. He studied her face, his expression unreadable. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
Aurora's sobs grew louder, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. "You...you raped me," she choked out. "How can you ask that?"
Kraven's expression didn't change. He simply leaned down and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You liked it," he said matter-of-factly. "Your body didn't lie to me."
Aurora's anger flared, and she spit in his face. "You're a monster," she hissed.
Kraven wiped the saliva away with the back of his hand, his expression unchanged. "I am what I was made to be," he said, his voice cold and hard. "And now, so are you." He stood, pulling her up with him, and she winced at the pain of his grip on her bruised wrists. He tugged her pants back up, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to walk back to my lair," he said, his voice a low growl. "And we're going to have a little chat about your role in all of this."
The rain was a torrent now, beating against their naked bodies as they walked back through the forest. Aurora's teeth chattered from the cold, her skin covered in a sheen of water and sweat. She stumbled, the pain from her encounter making each step an agony, but Kraven's grip was unyielding. She couldn't help but feel the heat of his body against hers, the way the water traced the valleys of his muscles, making him look like a living statue carved from marble.
But she would not let him see her weakness. As the dome of his fortress came into view, Aurora's panic grew. She knew what awaited her there—more pain, more humiliation. She had to find a way to escape, to prove to herself that she was more than just prey. Her eyes darted around the forest, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon, a means to fight back.
As they approached the clearing where the glass prison loomed, she saw her chance. A fallen branch, thick and sturdy, lay in their path, partially hidden by the underbrush. She waited for Kraven to look away, his focus on the ground as he navigated through the dense foliage. When the moment was right, she reached for it, her hand shaking with fear and determination.
He noticed the shift in her posture, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his grip on her wrist tightening.
Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing with a mix of fear and anger. She had to act now. With all the strength she could muster, she swung the branch at Kraven's head with a feral cry. It connected with a solid thunk, and he staggered back, surprise flickering in his eyes.
This was her moment. Her legs, though trembling, propelled her forward as she tried to run, the rain stinging her bare skin like a thousand tiny needles. But Kraven was too fast. In a blur of movement, he caught her around the waist, his hand wrapping around her like a vice. "You little bitch," he hissed, his teeth bared in a snarl.
Her breath was ragged in her chest as she kicked and struggled, the branch slipping from her grasp. But Kraven's hold was unbreakable, his muscles rippling with power. He tossed her over his shoulder, her body bouncing with each of his angry steps as he carried her back to the glass fortress. The rain washed the tears from Aurora's face, mixing with the mud that caked her skin.
Inside the prison, he threw her onto the plush bed with a force that made her bounce. "You're going to learn your place," he snarled, his eyes burning with fury. Aurora tried to scramble away, but he was on her in an instant, his hand slamming down onto the mattress beside her, his face just inches from hers. "You're not going anywhere," he growled.
With a swift movement, he flipped her over so that she was face down on the bed, her thighs hanging off the edge, her bare bottom exposed to the cool air. The moonlight spilled in through the skylight, casting an ethereal glow over her skin. Kraven's gaze raked over her, lingering on the curve of her hips and the plumpness of her ass. He couldn't resist the urge to mark her, to claim her in a way that would leave no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.
One hand remained on her back, holding her in place as his other hand rose, poised to deliver the first blow. "You will learn the price of disobedience," he growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble. The sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was like a crack of thunder in the quiet room, the impact jolting through Aurora's body. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut against the sudden sting of pain.
Kraven's hand fell again, and again, each smack echoing through the chamber of glass like the beat of a war drum. Aurora's struggles grew more desperate, her muffled cries lost in the pillow she was face down in. Yet, she couldn't escape his punishing grasp. Each hit was deliberate, precise, as if he were mapping the landscape of her ass with the palm of his hand. He didn't relent, covering every inch of her plump flesh with a crimson blush.
Through the fog of pain, Aurora felt something else, something that scared her more than Kraven's wrath. Her body was responding to the punishment, her pussy growing wet with a traitorous desire that she couldn't understand. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help the way her hips moved, almost as if they were begging for more. It was like a dance of dominance and submission that she never agreed to participate in.
The rhythm of Kraven's strikes became almost mesmerizing, each one a symphony of pain that sent shockwaves through her body. The sound of his hand smacking against her ass, the way her skin jiggled with the impact—it was a macabre ballet that played out beneath the unforgiving moonlight. Aurora's breathing grew ragged, her moans muffled by the pillow she clutched with desperation. The sting grew more intense with every hit, but so did the strange, dark pleasure that seemed to pulse through her veins.
Her struggles diminished, and her body began to move with the force of his hand. Her ass cheeks jiggled in time with the punishment, the red marks standing out starkly against her pale skin. Kraven's eyes never left her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her submission. He could see the panic in her eyes slowly morph into something else—a mix of anger, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like arousal. The way her hips rolled slightly, the way she bit her lip to stifle a moan—it was as if she were built for this, crafted to be the perfect prey for his desires.
With a final, firm smack, he paused, his hand resting on the hot, throbbing flesh of her ass. Aurora's body was taut with tension, her breathing ragged. Kraven leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You're going to take it," he whispered. "You're going to take all of it, and you're going to love it."
His hand began to caress her, his fingertips tracing the lines of fire he'd painted on her skin. The tenderness was almost too much to bear after the harshness of the spanking. Her body trembled, her legs spreading slightly, giving him the access he craved. He took advantage, one hand sliding down to her slick folds, the other still gripping her bruised flesh.
Kraven's eyes never left hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt his tip probing, and despite the pain, she was wet for him. It was as if her body had been programmed to respond to his touch, to crave his dominance. With a low growl, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Aurora gasped, her body arching with the sudden fullness. The pain from her spanking melded with the pleasure of his entry, creating a symphony of sensation that was almost too intense to handle.
Her ass was still on fire, the sting from his hand a constant reminder of her submission. Yet, it was this very submission that seemed to drive him wild. His thrusts grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening as he claimed her once more. Aurora's eyes rolled back in her head, a keening cry escaping her lips as he hit a spot that sent sparks of pleasure through her core. It was as if she was a puzzle piece that had been forcibly shoved into place, and now, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
Kraven's strokes grew more deliberate, each one designed to elicit a reaction from her. He watched her face intently, the way her eyes fluttered closed, the way her breath hitched in her throat. His free hand slid up to her neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft spot just below her ear. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, the beat of her life pounding in time with the rhythm of their fucking.
The room was filled with the sounds of their mating dance—his grunts, her whimpers, the slap of his skin against hers. It was a cacophony that echoed through the glass prison, a declaration of his dominance. Aurora's body was a canvas of sensations, a battleground of pleasure and pain that Kraven reveled in exploring.
He reached around her, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. The contrast between the pain of her bruised ass and the sweet agony of his fingers on her most sensitive spot was almost too much to bear. Aurora's moans grew louder, her body responding to the dual assault despite her mind screaming for her to fight it.
Kraven's strokes grew faster, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings that were more threatening than any curse. "You're going to come for me," he murmured. "You're going to scream my name and show me how much you crave this."
Aurora's eyes snapped open, a fiery determination in her gaze. She would not give him that satisfaction. Yet, the pressure building in her core was undeniable, a crescendo that she couldn't hold back much longer. Her teeth gritted against the pillow, her body trembling with the effort to resist.
But Kraven was relentless, his thumb flicking over her clit with a masterful precision that sent bolts of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, a storm brewing within her that threatened to break at any moment. And when it did, it would be a tempest of ecstasy that she feared would shatter her very being.
Her body began to quiver, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Kraven's grip on her neck tightened, his other hand still rubbing mercilessly at her clit. "Do it," he growled. "Come for me."
Aurora's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into the pillow as she fought against the wave of pleasure threatening to drown her. But it was no use; her body had been pushed to its limits, and the dam broke. Her back arched off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as she climaxed. The orgasm was like nothing she'd ever felt before—intense, overwhelming, and terrifying in its intensity. Her inner walls clenched around Kraven's cock, her body milking him for every drop of pleasure he could give.
Kraven's eyes glowed with triumph, his strokes growing erratic as he chased his own release. He watched Aurora's body spasm beneath him, her legs trembling, her breath ragged. The sound of her climax was music to his ears, a symphony of submission that fueled his own desire. He thrust harder, faster, his need to claim her, to mark her as his own, driving him on.
With a final, primal roar, Kraven reached his peak, his hot seed filling her. Aurora felt the warmth spread within her, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. His weight on her grew heavier, his breaths hot against her neck. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, the two of them locked in this dance of power and passion.
Slowly, Kraven pulled out, his grip on Aurora's neck loosening. He flipped her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers as he bent down to claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her submission. Aurora's hands reached up to grip his shoulders, not to push him away but to hold him closer, to anchor herself in this twisted reality where she was both the predator's prey and his willing victim.
Their kiss was a battle of wills, a silent negotiation of power that ended with Aurora's soft whimper. Kraven pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He stood up, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. He grabbed the blanket from the bed, tossing it over her trembling body. "You'll stay here," he said, his voice still a low growl. "I've got some things to take
care of."
Aurora lay there, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as Kraven dressed, the muscles of his back rippling with every movement. Her eyes were drawn to the scars that marred his skin, a testament to the battles he'd fought. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him, this creature of pain and anger.
He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "You're going to stay here," he said firmly, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're not going anywhere."
Aurora's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of mercy, but she found none. Instead, she saw the cold resolve of a hunter who'd captured his prize. With a sense of dread, she watched as Kraven disappeared through the glass door, leaving her alone in the stark, cold cell of a room. The rain continued to fall outside, the droplets racing down the panes like the tears she refused to shed.
Her body was a mess of bruises and throbbing pain, but the warmth of the blanket did little to comfort her. She pulled it closer, trying to shrink away from the reality of what had just transpired. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of rain-soaked earth. Despite her anger and fear, Aurora couldn't deny the lingering thrill of Kraven's dominance. It was as if he had unlocked a part of her she never knew existed—a dark, primal side that craved the very thing she despised.
The silence was oppressive, broken only by the patter of rain and her own erratic breathing. Aurora's mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. Why did Kraven think she was involved in his brother's kidnapping? And why did her body respond so readily to his touch, even as her mind screamed for her to resist? The thought of him returning sent a shiver down her spine, one of both fear and anticipation.
Her eyes grew heavy, and despite the ache in her body and the turmoil in her heart, Aurora couldn't fight the pull of sleep any longer. She curled up under the blanket, her bruised and sore body finding a strange comfort in the soft embrace of the bed. The rain outside lulled her into a restless slumber, the cushioned mattress a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her new life.
When she awoke, the world was bathed in a gentle glow, and the sound of water washed over her like a soothing lullaby. She was no longer lying on the bed, but instead found herself submerged in warm water that lapped at her chin, the scent of amber and vanilla filling her nose. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the figure crouched beside her. Kraven, his muscular frame relaxed, was gently sponging her clean with tender strokes.
Her body felt different—less bruised, less broken. She looked down to find the water tinted pink from the aftermath of their encounter. Kraven's touch was surprisingly gentle, his eyes focused on her with a softness she hadn't seen before. The predator had become the caretaker, a role she never would have expected from the man who had claimed her so brutally.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Kraven's gaze lifted to meet hers, his expression unreadable. "I'm taking care of what's mine," he murmured, his tone almost gentle.
Aurora felt a mix of anger and confusion boil within her. "I'm not yours," she spat, her voice filled with defiance.
Kraven's expression didn't change, his eyes remaining soft and caring as he rinsed the sponge in the water. "You are," he said firmly. "Whether you accept it or not, your fate is tied to mine now."
Aurora's eyes narrowed, her body tensing under his touch. "Why are you doing this?" she asked through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity.
"Because you need it," Kraven replied, his voice still low and gentle. "And because I want to."
Aurora's chest tightened at his words, her anger a flimsy shield against the warmth that spread through her. Despite herself, she felt a spark of something that was definitely not fear as his hands moved over her body. His touch was firm but gentle, almost loving. It was as if he was worshipping every inch of her, memorizing the contours of her flesh as if she were a sacred relic.
The water grew cooler as Kraven continued his ministrations, his gaze never leaving hers. She could see the challenge in his eyes, daring her to look away, to submit fully. But Aurora was a fighter, and she would not go quietly. Her eyes remained locked on his, her spirit refusing to be tamed.
With a final caress, Kraven pulled the plug from the tub, the water draining away with a gurgle that echoed through the room. He lifted her out, wrapping her in a soft towel, and carried her back to the bed. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her, the aftermath of the intense emotional and physical ordeal making her body feel both heavy and weightless.
He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to dry her off. His touch was firm yet gentle, as if she was a fragile treasure that could shatter at any moment. Aurora's skin felt alive under his ministrations, her nerves singing with every brush of the towel. The tender care he was showing her was a stark contrast to the brutal force he had used earlier, leaving her even more confused than before.
As the last of the water was soaked up, Kraven took a step back, his eyes lingering on Aurora's naked form. She tried to cover herself, a blush rising to her cheeks, but he simply shook his head. "You don't get to be shy now," he said, his voice a gruff rumble. "You're mine to look at."
Aurora's anger flared, but she bit her tongue. She needed to stay calm, to figure out a way to escape. As Kraven turned to grab her clothes, she took the opportunity to study her surroundings. The room was sparsely furnished, the glass walls revealing the dense forest beyond. There had to be a way out, she just had to find it.
He returned with her clothes, laying them out on the bed with a sense of ownership that made her stomach twist. "Get dressed," he said, his voice still carrying that hint of gentleness. "We have things to discuss."
Aurora complied, her movements stiff and slow. As she slid into her clothes, she felt his gaze on her like a physical presence, the weight of his stare as heavy as the guilt and confusion she bore. She had to keep her wits about her, had to find a way to reason with this madman.
Once dressed, she faced Kraven, her expression a mask of defiance. "Alright, what do you want to discuss?"
He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes still on her. "You need to understand what you've gotten yourself into," he said, his voice a low rumble. "My world isn't like yours. There are no museums, no coffee shops. It's a place of survival, where the strong rule and the weak are prey."
Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her voice steady. "I don't want any part of your world," she said firmly. "Just let me go and I won't say a word."
Kraven chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent chills down her spine. "You think you have a choice?" He leaned closer, his breath warm on her face. "You're mine now, Aurora. Whether you accept it or not, you're a part of this world. And if you want to see the outside of these walls again, you're going to have to accept your new role."
Her eyes searched his, desperation clutching at her heart. "What role?" Her mouth was dry as she asked the question. She just wanted to go home. She'd do what she needed to to achieve that.
Kraven stood up, his towering figure blocking the light from the windows. He moved with a grace that belied his size, his muscles rippling like the fur of the predators he so often mimicked. He didn't answer her immediately, instead he moved to a nearby table, his movements calculated. Aurora's eyes followed him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.
"You will see, kitten," he finally said, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the very air around her. "Soon. But for now, we eat."
Her stomach growled in protest, a traitor to the fear that held her in its grip. Kraven's smile grew, and he turned to the tray of food that had been brought in earlier. It smelled heavenly, a mix of roasted meats and exotic spices that made her mouth water. Despite her best efforts, Aurora couldn't resist the urge to take a step closer, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the feast.
He handed her a plate, the weight of the silverware feeling oddly comforting in her hand. The food was indeed delicious, each bite a symphony of flavors that danced on her tongue. As she chewed, Aurora couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spread through her body. It started in her stomach, a gentle, soothing warmth that seemed to ease the knots of tension that had taken up residence there.
But as she took another bite, the warmth grew, morphing into something else entirely. It began to tingle, a warmth that grew into a throb, centered in her core. Aurora's chewing slowed, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. Her body was betraying her again, responding to Kraven's nearness, to the dominance that radiated from him like heat from the sun. She felt herself growing wet, her panties growing damp with arousal. It was infuriating, confusing, and...exciting.
The room grew hazy, and the next thing Aurora knew, she was face down on the table, her cheek pressed against the cool wood. Kraven's hand was in her hair, pulling her head back, his other hand holding her firmly in place against the tabletop. He was deep inside her, hips thrusting at a brutal pace. But it felt so good. So deliciously good.
Aurora's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit back a moan. How could she want this? How could she crave the very person who had taken her freedom? Yet, as she felt the warmth building inside her again, she couldn't deny the truth. Kraven had awakened something in her, something primal and wild that she didn't know existed. Every stroke of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her quiver and arch her back, silently begging for more.
Her mind was a haze of lust and confusion. Each time she regained consciousness, she found herself in a new, debauched position, with Kraven's powerful body driving into hers without mercy. The couch cushions molded to her form as he took her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the delicious stretch of his thickness filling her up, over and over again.
The smell of the crackling fireplace filled her nostrils, and she felt the heat of the flames licking at her skin as she was bent over the coffee table, Kraven's hips pistoning into her. He held her in place with a firm hand on the small of her back, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of her neck. The occasional pop and crackle of the firewood seemed to punctuate every deep, animalistic thrust he made, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora couldn't help but let out a whimper as Kraven's hand found her clit, rubbing it with the same relentless rhythm as his cock claimed her. It was too much, the pleasure and the fear blending together in a toxic cocktail that had her teetering on the edge of sanity. Each time she felt herself slipping over that precipice, she'd open her eyes, only to find the room spinning around her.
And then she was outside, bent over the porch railing, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The rain had stopped, but the dampness remained, adding to the erotic chill that enveloped her. The ground was a blur far below, and she could feel the dampness of the wooden railing pressing into her stomach as Kraven held her in place. His grip was firm, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust the into her with a ferocity that bordered on the violent. The wind whispered through the trees, the leaves whispering secrets that only the predators could understand.
Each bite of the steak he fed her had been a prelude to another round of passionate, claiming sex. The rich flavor of the meat seemed to intensify the haze that clouded her mind, making her want him even more. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust as he offered her another piece, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She took it greedily, the taste of him still on her tongue from their kiss.
The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the only constant being Kraven's powerful body dominating hers. He'd pull out of her, only to slam back in, sending jolts of pleasure through her that made her toes curl. Her legs trembled, and she clutched at the wood of the table, her nails digging into the grain. With each bite of the steak, Aurora felt her inhibitions slipping away, leaving behind only a desperate need for him.
The aphrodisiac had done its work, weaving through her system like a siren's song, making her crave Kraven's touch in a way she never thought possible. For three endless days, they were locked in a dance of passion, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself. Aurora's thoughts were a haze of pleasure, each thrust of his cock bringing her closer to a climax that seemed to stretch on forever.
When she finally awoke in the early dawn light, the pain that suffused her body brought with it the stark reality of her situation. She was back in her New York apartment, the soft pillows and familiar scent of home surrounding her. For a brief, hopeful moment, Aurora convinced herself that the entire ordeal had been a twisted figment of her imagination, a feverish dream born of stress and exhaustion.
But as she tried to sit up, a symphony of aches and bruises sang a mournful tune, each movement a stark reminder of Kraven's unyielding possession. The tender marks on her skin were not the tender whispers of a lover's embrace but the indelible brand of a predator staking his claim. She winced, her muscles protesting the sudden shift, and felt the sticky remnants of their passion clinging to her thighs.
Panic began to set in as Aurora's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of Kraven's presence. The sheets were tangled, the bed a battleground of passion and power. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and something...else. Something that she didn't dare to acknowledge.
With trembling hands, she reached for her phone, finding it buried beneath a pillow. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. The time read 4:33 AM. Her mind raced. How long had she been gone? What had she missed? Aurora's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and dread.
Her eyes fell upon a piece of paper on the bedside table. It was a note, scrawled in Kraven's unmistakable handwriting: "You're mine. I'll be watching." A cold shiver ran down her spine, the words a stark reminder of his dominance.
Aurora stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intensity of the previous days. She staggered to the bathroom, the cold tile floor biting at her bare feet. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face, trying to wash away the remnants of the haze that clung to her like a second skin. The cool liquid brought clarity, the reality of her situation sinking in like a lead weight.
The idea of the police flitted through her mind, a distant beacon of hope. But what would she say? How could she explain the bizarre turn her life had taken? The words caught in her throat, tangling into a knot of doubt and fear. A man she had encountered by chance in an elevator, a man who had claimed her body and soul, had returned her to her own bed with no evidence of his existence except for the marks that marred her skin and the inexplicable longing that coiled in her belly.
The rain had started again, a gentle patter against the window, a stark contrast to the storm that had ravaged her body just hours before. Aurora stepped into the shower, the hot spray washing away the grime of the past few days. Her mind reeled with the memories, a montage of pleasure and pain that played on an endless loop. Kraven's face, etched with passion and determination, filled her thoughts, his eyes glowing gold like the coins that had paid for her initial deception.
With shaking hands, Aurora applied concealer to the bruises that dotted her neck and chest, careful to cover the teeth marks that stood out like a map of their time together. She pulled on her favorite blouse, the fabric whispering over her tender skin, a gentle caress that made her flinch. The skirt she chose was loose, the fabric brushing against her thighs in a way that made her think of his rough hands. She took a deep breath, forcing the thoughts away as she applied a dash of perfume, hoping to mask the faint scent of musk and earth that lingered.
The bustle of the museum was a welcome distraction as Aurora dove into her work, her mind focused on the artifacts she had devoted her life to. Her colleagues' laughter was a soothing balm to the ache in her chest, their banter a comforting reminder of the world she knew. But even as she chuckled at their jokes and nodded along to their stories, she remained acutely aware of the weight of her secret. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall, counting down the hours until she could retreat to the sanctuary of her apartment, where she could be alone with her thoughts.
The day passed in a blur, a dance of avoiding mirrors and awkward glances. She felt the phantom touch of Kraven's hands on her skin with every brush of fabric, a ghostly echo of the passionate prison she had just escaped. Yet, as the hours ticked by, she found herself craving the very thing she feared. Her body remembered the heat of his touch, the possessive bite of his teeth, and she couldn't help but wonder when he would come for her again.
That night, Aurora lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her dreams had been plagued by Kraven's visage since that fateful day in the elevator, but she had always woken up with a mess between her legs, a silent confession of her body's traitorous desires. The embarrassment burned through her like a wildfire, leaving her feeling both ashamed and aroused. The sleeping pills she took had become a nightly ritual, a futile attempt to silence the whispers of her subconscious that beckoned for the predator's return.
But one night was different. In her haste to escape the day's memories, Aurora had forgotten the pills. As the first light of dawn kissed her room, she awoke with a start, her body feeling unusually...full. She blinked sleepily, the fog of slumber lifting from her mind. And there he was, Kraven, his dark eyes watching her intently from above, his body a mountain of muscle and sinew pressing her into the mattress.
Her heart leapt into her throat as the reality crashed down around her. The dull ache between her thighs was not a figment of her imagination but the aftermath of his nocturnal visit. His cock was still lodged inside her, thick and heavy, as if staking his claim even in her unconsciousness. Her mind reeled, trying to piece together the moments that had led to this, but the night was a black void, a silent film of stolen moments.
"Good morning, kitten," Kraven's voice rumbled, the smug satisfaction in his tone sending a shiver down her spine. His hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "I wondered how long I'd get away with this before you finally woke up while I was still in you." His eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering in the air. Did she remember? Did she know?
Aurora's breath hitched, her eyes darting to the side, trying to find any shred of dignity in the humiliating reality of her situation. Each morning she woke up with wetness between her thighs was not a wet dream. It was Kraven, the hunter, taking her body as he saw fit, even as she lay unconscious and vulnerable. The thought of his powerful form claiming her in the dark hours of the night, her body betraying her mind, filled her with a mix of horror and a confusing, unwanted arousal
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Her cheeks flushed, Aurora felt his hand on her hip, his grip tightening as he began to move again. The sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of her was too much to bear. She tried to clench her muscles, to push him out, but her body had other ideas. Instead, she felt herself tightening around him, her walls spasming with each thrust. Kraven's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, the beast within him reveling in her unwilling response.
The horror and anger coursing through Aurora's veins mixed with a confusing cocktail of arousal. Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit back a moan. The very thought of her body betraying her filled her with rage, but she couldn't deny the heat building between her legs. It was a cruel joke, one that Kraven seemed all too eager to play.
Her fists clenched in the sheets, the fabric tightening around her knuckles as she felt his cock swell within her. His movements grew more urgent, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered dark secrets of his desire. His hand slid down her side, gripping her hip with a possessive force that sent a bolt of pleasure through her core. Her body responded involuntarily, her inner walls tightening around him as she fought the wave of sensation that threatened to consume her.
Kraven's eyes gleamed with triumph, his grin wicked as he watched Aurora's face contort in a silent scream of climax. Her eyes flew open, locking onto his, the blue irises swimming with gold as he claimed his victory. His hips drove into her, each thrust a declaration of ownership, a reminder of who she belonged to. Aurora's breath came in gasps, her nails digging into the mattress as she tried to escape the pleasure that washed over her. But it was futile, the predator had her in his grasp and she was powerless to resist.
As her orgasm crested, Kraven roared his own release, his hot seed filling her to the brim. He collapsed on top of her, his heart hammering against her chest, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the early morning. Aurora's thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a whirlwind of anger, fear, and a disturbing sense of satisfaction. How could she feel this way? How could she crave the very person who had stolen her agency, who had made her a plaything in his twisted game?
After a moment, Kraven's hand fumbled at his side, pulling something out from beneath the pillow. It was a black velvet box, and the way he looked at her made Aurora's stomach drop. He offered it to her, his fingers brushing against hers as she took it, still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She didn't want to open it, didn't want to accept whatever twisted token of his possession lay inside. But she had no choice.
Inside was a ring. A beautiful vintage style ring with a massive diamond that seemed to suck the light out of the room and refract it into a million tiny rainbows across Aurora's trembling hands. The band was made of some kind of dark metal, cool to the touch, with intricate etchings that looked almost animalistic. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the ring, feeling the weight of his intentions pressing down on her.
"What the fuck," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper. Kraven chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, his chest moving against her with each breath.
"You're not listening, Aurora," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You owe me. You're going to give me what I lost."
Her eyes widened, the ring still clutched in her trembling hand. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.
"My brother," Kraven said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "You were there when he was taken. You're the reason I couldn't save him. You're going to give me a new family, Aurora."
Aurora felt a cold chill run through her, understanding finally dawning on her. "You're insane," she spat out, her voice trembling. "I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to give you anything!"
Kraven's smirk grew, his eyes dark with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You already have," he said, his voice a low purr that sent another shiver down her spine. "You see, kitten, I didn't just fuck you. I bred you. And now, you carry my child."
Aurora's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her stomach. It couldn't be true. Yet, deep down, she knew it was. The way her body had reacted to him, the way she had felt different, more...alive. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer, and she felt the world tilt on its axis. Kraven watched her with a sense of satisfaction that made her want to claw his eyes out.
"Wear the ring, Aurora," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "You'll start showing soon."
Kinktober Day 2 : Chase/Hunt (Robb Stark x Reader)
The deal you struck was simple. Information that would save Robb Stark (and many others) in exchange for you leaving and never returning. Why this mysterious figure wanted you gone, you did not know, but if that was the only term to save the people you cared most about, it was a deal you were willing to make. It was not, as it turns out, a deal Robb Stark was willing to make. You have seen him mad countless times, a side effect of the war, but nothing quite prepared you for the dark reaction he had when you tried to leave.
WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. TRIGGER WARNINGS. I WRITE DARK CONTENT READ AT OWN DISCRETION. This contains heavy non con / dub con. M/F. Female reader. Dark!Robb Stark (I guess more like Soft!dark!Robb Stark).
As soon as you heard about the plans for the red wedding, you sprung into action. With the few lords that opted not to attend the wedding, you were able to amass a force of five thousand men to storm the wedding with. You got there as soon as you could, but for some it wasnt soon enough. Robb Stark was alive, but had taken an arrow to the shoulder. His wife, Talisa, was not so lucky. The moment they realized their plan was ruined, the Frey’s slit her throat, and attempted to do the same to Lady Caitlin. Thankfully, the men were able to save her. All together, they lost a hundred and thirty seven in the battle that followed, one hundred and thirty eight including Talisa.
Robb laid on a cott in the healers tent, his wound cleaned and bandaged. Despite the victory, no one was celebrating. They had willingly, and blindly, walked into a trap, one they would have never known about if it weren't for the mysterious stranger wanting to make a deal. A deal with a price, that the few lords who knew about it, were sure Robb Stark wasn't going to be willing to pay. You were close with Robb, you had known him for years, as you were a ward of Ned Stark, but growing up, you had always been at odds with each other. You hadn’t grown close until the war, and while you knew it would hurt him to lose another person, you also knew you didn't have a choice.
The mysterious figure had wanted you to leave straight away, but you had needed to verify his information first, and get Robb to safety. Now that he was safe, your travel bag was packed and you were prepared to leave. You were just waiting on him to wake up, so you could tell him yourself, as he deserved at least that much. So there you sat, next to his cot, waiting for him to wake up so you could give him the news, a hard lump in your throat. He hadn't woken since he passed out from loss of blood. You weren't even sure that he knew Talisa was dead.
“y/n” The small murmur of your name snapped you from your thoughts, and you looked over at Robb. He slowly sat up, wincing in pain as he did. You placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder, silently encouraging him to lay back down, and he did.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, your voice soft and low.
“Like I got shot with an arrow” his voice was blunt, and your eyes narrowed slightly.
“You know that is not what I meant.” You snipped. He seemed to flinch at the words causing you to sigh. “Sorry” your voice was a whisper.
“Where is my mother?” He asked.
“She went to rest. I'll go grab her.” You went to stand, but his arm reached out and grabbed yours, stopping you from standing.
“No.” He said and you nodded, sitting down.
“Look, Robb, I'm sorry. I tried to get there sooner but-” you started, not looking him in the eyes, but he cut you off.
“Don't. You did what you could. You saved me. And my men. But how did you know?” He asked.
“I-” It was in that moment you realized you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth, he had already lost so much, you didn't want to add yourself to that list “I-we had spies around the keep, they let us know.” As you spoke, your eyes met his, never breaking eye contact as you spoke the lies. Robb sighed, you always looked him directly in the eyes when you lied.
“How many casualties?” He asked.
“137 soldiers. 138 including..”
“Talisa,” Robb said, his voice solemn.
“Robb I-”
“Don't.” He said again. You went to stand, but the grip he had on your hand tightened almost painfully.
“Robb let go. “ You said, not looking at him.
“No,” he replied. You sighed exasperatedly, sitting back down.
“I didn't love her.” You froze at his words.
“Robb, you married her. You almost caused the death of you and three thousand men because you married your. Of course you loved her.” You said, anger showing in your voice.
“No. I didn't.” He seemed sad saying it.
“Robb-”
“I couldn't love her. I thought I did. But I didn't. Couldn't.” He said. His brows furrowing.
“You married her.” You repeated, your voice firm.
“But I loved you. I tried to deny it. I tried to convince myself I loved her. But I didn't. It was you. It has always been you.” You froze at the words, trying your best to keep your voice and breath even.
“Robb-”
“Look at me”.
“Robb let me go.”
“Look at me” his voice was low and hard. You slowly looked over at him. There was a dark look in his eyes. And something else. He slowly sat up. Wincing in pain once he reached the sitting position. He pulled your arm forward. You tried to stop it, but even injured, he was stronger than you. You glared as he pulled you until you sat on the edge of the bed, near his legs.
“Robb you are being ridicu-”
“Shut up.” You glared at him. He lifted his right arm, wincing at the pain.
“Robb “ but he ignored you, raising his right hand to cup your face, looking you in your eyes. His left hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you forward as he bent his head down, kissing you. You froze, your mind buzzing. It felt so good. So right. you felt yourself kissing him back. But it was wrong. No matter how right it felt. He just lost his wife. He had married someone else. It didn't matter how many times he said he loved you. It wasn't right. So you pulled away.
“Don't you dare run.” His words made you freeze. How did he know? “you always do. Anytime I stopped being mean when we were you get, and showed you how I really felt, you ran. And we went right back to fighting. But I'm no fool. I know you feel the same.” His voice was hard and his eyes dark.
“Robb-” there was a warning tone in your voice.
“You can't deny it. I've known since my father died.” Robb said.
“That meant nothing. We were both in pain and needed comfort. “ You said, shooting him a glare.
“Bullshit.” Rob said, a small smirk on his lips.
“Stop. It doesn't matter. Your wife just died, Robb. Whatever pent up feelings you have for me need to stay pent up.” you said. Robb sighed, the thumb on your cheek starting to rub circles there. You were right, and he knew it.
“One month. That's all I'm giving it. I almost died, Y/N. And in that moment all I could think of was you. I am not risking it again. I want you. “ he all but growled out the words, his eyes never leaving yours. You gave a small nod. A month was more than you needed, you would be gone within the night.
“Your Mother wanted to know when you were awake.” You said, standing from the bed quicker than he could stop. You quickly left the tent, causing a small smile on his face. He would let you run. For now.
Robb stood at the head of the war table, looking at the countless pieces that gave him an idea of where they stood in the war. He was injured and he was tired, but more than that, he was pissed. The Freys couldn’t have pulled that off by themselves. No. They had help. But the question was, who?
“We need to figure out who it was that Y/N made a deal with, they knew about the attacks, so they must know who set it up.” Robb froze at the words, his dark gaze landing on the lord that just spoke.
“What deal?” The words from Robb were low, almost growled out, and shocked the men in the room.
“I - We thought you knew. She told us, we assumed she told you as well.” Another said.
“Told me WHAT?” Robb shouted the last word, his anger evident.
“A figure approached her the day of the wedding, not long after you left. They struck a deal with her. Information that could save you in exchange for…” one lord began, trailing off as Robb’s face darkened with anger.
“In exchange for what?” Robb’s voice was low, filled with a deadly calm.
“In exchange for her to leave, and never return.” Robb wasn’t sure who spoke the words, he was just acutely aware of the pain that filled his chest, especially as his mother entered the tent alone, despite being sent to fetch the woman in question. The look on her face told him all he needed to know, without any words being spoken.
“She’s gone?” His question was the only noise to fill the tent, and Caitlin gave a solemn nod in return.
“Her travel pack and horse are gone as well.” She confirmed. The tent was still as they watched Robb process the information, non daring to speak or move unitl he did.
“Find. Her.” The orders were spoken so lowly that the men weren’t sure they heard him at first. When no one moved, Robb looked up from the war table with rage in his eyes.
“Take every man, every dog, and every horse. Find her. NOW.” The last word was screamed, and the lords around him shot to their feet, each running from the tent barking orders to the unsuspecting soldiers outside.
“She struck a deal, Robb, you can’t force her to stay.” Caitlin said sadly. Robb leveled her with a cold glare.
“Watch me.”
Within an hour a force of two thousand men descended on the surrounding plains and woods, all in search for one woman. As the sun was setting, Robb assured the men they wouldn’t stop until you were found, no matter how late it got. Torch light filled the night as the search went on, the men ordered to leave no stone unturned. Robb sat on horseback, slowly following grey wind as the firewood searched for her scent through the area.
The further they got from the camp, the more Robb worried that they would not find you. Hours had passed without sign of you, even greywind seeming to have trouble finding your scent. Robb knew you would be smart enough to cover your tracks, but didn’t think you would be good enough to fool a dire wolf. Just as he began to give up hope, greywind let out a yip of excitement, signaling he found your scent. Robb kicked his horse into a canter, following his wolf as he took off in a run.
The horse surged forward through the woods, following the wolf as it tracked your scent. Within minutes, Robb was able to catch a glimpse of you. You sat atop your horse, weaving between the trees. Upon hearing Greywinds excited howl, your head turned back. Even with the distance between you, you could feel Robb’s gaze burn into yours. You held his gaze for a moment before turning forward, ushering your horse to go faster.
It was a useless effort. No horse was fast enough to outrun a dire wolf. Within seconds you were overrun, grey wind nipping at your horses legs. Your horse spooked, rearing back and sending you toppling from the saddle. You hit the ground hard, your shoulder slamming into the ground harshly, earning a groan from you. You heard robb scream your name as he pulled his horse to a stop near you, dismounting swiftly. He ran up to you as you stood, grabbing you by the arm and checking you over for injuries.
“Get off me.” You grunted out with a huff, attempting to free yourself from his grip. Once he was sure you weren't seriously injured, his gaze shifted from worried to angry, his grip on your arms tightening to prevent your escape.
“Why?” His question was spoken low, restraint clear in his voice. You swallowed hard as you looked him in the eyes. His anger was evident.
“By now, you know why.” You responded, earning a harsh glare from him.
“I asked you how you knew, and you lied to me.”
“I-“ you sighed, trying to find the right words. You had been hoping to avoid this confrontation. “You lost so much, Robb. You needed time to process. I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate.” Robb rolled his eyes at your response, releasing your arms. He began to pace, clearly trying to control his anger.
“And you just disappearing into the night was supposed to help that?” As he spoke his voice got louder, borderline yelling by the time he finished his question.
“It was the easiest option.” You responded quietly.
“Easiest for YOU!” He yelled, and you flinched back from him slightly. “I poured my heart out. I told you I LOVED you. And you LEFT.”
“Your wife just DIED, Robb. You don’t love me, you are just hurting and-“ you began, but he turned to you with a dark look in his eyes.
“DO NOT TELL ME HOW I FEEL!” Any sense of calm was gone now, just leaving anger and pain in its place. You swallowed hard before looking away from him.
“It doesn’t matter, I have to go.” You whispered. “I made a deal-“
“With who?” His voice was hard as he asked the question.
“I- I don’t know. He wouldn’t say.” You admitted. Robb ran a hand through his hair.
“Return to camp-“ he began but you cut him off.
“I struck a deal, Robb, I have to hold my end.” You argued.
“You do not even know who you struck a deal with, you can’t expect me to accept that.” Robb argued.
“I know whoever it is, is powerful enough to know about a plot to kill you. That takes a lot of power, Robb. The risk of backing out-“
“Is something I am willing to take.” Robb interrupted you, his tone letting you know the decision was final.
“That’s not your choice to make.” You argued back.
“Like hells it’s not! You are not leaving me. I have already hunted you once, and I’ll never stop.” Robb growled, grabbing your arms to stop you from backing away from him.
“You didn’t hunt me, Greywind did. Without him, you would not have found me. You are nothing without your Dire Wolf.” You chose those words knowing they would anger him, hoping to get him to let you go. Instead, his grip on your arms turned bruising, as a dark look harsher than any you’d seen before came over his face. He glared at you silently for a moment before speaking.
“Greywind, go.” The dire wolf had been pacing nearby. He looked at Robb, before taking off back towards camp. Somehow, watching the massive beast leave made you feel even more uneasy. Your eyes trailed the wolf until Robb’s hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“You will learn that I do not let go of what is mine.” The words spoken sounded more like a threat than a promise.
“Robb-“ you began, but his grip tightening silenced you.
“The ridge, right there. Do you see it?” He asked, letting you glance behind you. There was a small hill, at the ridge was another patch of woods. You nodded in response. “That’s your head start. The second you reach that ridge, I will come for you.”
“What-?” Your mind was racing with questions, but he wasn’t giving you the chance to ask any.
“You say I can not hunt you. Prove me wrong. You get until that ridge, and then I come for you. No horse, no dire wolf. If you get away, after tonight I won’t come for you again.” Your eyes glanced between the ridge and the man in front of you.
“And if i don’t?” Your voice was a whisper as you spoke the question.
“If I catch you, I claim you.” His words made you uneasy, a tight feeling filling your chest.
“What do you mean?”
“I am going to hunt you down. Then I am going to pin you to the forest floor and take you, until I am the only thing you can think of. And then when I am done, I am going to drag you back to camp and keep you in my tent until you admit where you belong. And then, I will marry you.” The more he spoke, the more fear filled you.
“Robb-“
“Run.” He interrupted you.
“Robb I don’t-“ you tried again.
“Run, or I take you here and now”
And so here you were, running through the woods, the wolf of the north himself hunting you. No horse, no dire wolf, just the young king. And he was pissed. More so, he was determined. He kept his word, giving you until the ridge, but the second you cleared it, he was after you. You ran through the woods blindly, dodging low hanging branches and rocks, just trying to move as quickly as possible. You expected him to be mad, and for some resistance, but you didn’t expect to be hunted down and claimed.
So much was on the line, and fear gripped at you as you ran. You still weren’t sure who you made a deal with, but you knew they were powerful. Double crossing someone like that had consequences, even if the double crossing isn’t your choice. Currently, your options were simple. Run and get away, or end up chained to Robb starks bed. Gods, you never saw this coming.
You could hear him behind you, the quiet sounds of him moving through the forest steadily getting closer. No matter how hard you pushed yourself, you couldn’t seem to get away, the sound of him behind you almost taunting. You let out a yelp as you missed dodging a branch, the cold wood slicing your cheek. The sting momentarily shocked you, distracting you from the terrain infront of you, and you missed the steep drop in terrain. You feel with a yell, rolling down the steep hill.
Your body crashed into a tree at the bottom, stopping your movement. You groaned as you rolled over, pushing yourself to stand. The area around you had gone quiet, all sounds of Robb gone. The silence put you on edge, the hairs on your neck rising. Your entire body ached as you glanced around, before starting to move again. You made your way through the woods cautiously this time, trying to remain as quiet as possible. There was no chance Robb lost you because of a hill. No, he was still following you, you just didn’t know where.
As you moved, you heard the snap of a branch to your left. You momentarily froze, before taking off in a full sprint. You heard Robb curse behind you, before giving chase once more. Injured from the fall from the horse and down the hill, you were slower than usual. He caught you within seconds, tackling you to the ground as he did. Your bodies rolled a few times before he landed on top of you, pinning you beneath him, face down in the dirt. You struggled wildly, trying desperately to get away from him.
“Let me go. ROBB! Hells, let me go!” You demanded angrily, trying to get free.
“You lie to me, and then you run. You act like an animal, and I will take you like an animal.” Robb growled in your ear while he held you down, his hands deftly working on removing the laces to your trousers. You let out a scream of frustration as he succeeded in pulling your trousers down your leg.
“Robb! Stop this!” You yell desperately as you manage to pull free of his grip, just as he rips your trousers completely from your body. You frantically crawl away from him, but his hand grips your ankle before dragging your body back under his.
“You are mine, and you will learn your place.” He growled into your ear, before entering you in one swift truest. You screamed into the night, both in shock and in pain. You weren’t sure when he undid or lowered his trousers, so you weren’t expecting the sudden intrusion. Robb’s hand held your hip in a bruising grip, holding you still as he was inside you. His body was hunched over yours, his breath hot on your neck, as your hands and knees dug into the cool ground below you.
“Seven hells.” He groaned in your ear. Despite the resistance, you were warm and wet, your body welcoming him in even if your mind didn’t want it. He held still inside you for a moment, relishing in the feel of you wrapped around him. His free hand found its way up your blouse, wrapping around one of your breasts as he slowly withdrew himself, before slamming back in with a powerful thrust, earning a yelp from you as your body swayed beneath his. He repeated the movement several times, relishing in both the feel of you and in the sounds you made.
“No idea how good you feel.” He groaned into your ear. “How good you sound.”
“Robb, please-“ you began, stopping when he thrust into you more roughly than before.
“You sound so fucking good when you beg.” He moaned as you squirmed beneath him in an attempt to get free.
“P-Please.” You begged, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. Wether it was from pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell.
“Please what?” His voice was a breathy whisper in your ear. When you didn’t respond right away, your brain short circuiting due to the harsh thrusts of his hips, he continued. “Please, harder? Faster? More?” Each word was accentuated by a powerful thrust into you, earning a yelp or a squawk from you each time. “I’m happy to oblige.” As soon as he spoke those words, it was as if his restraint snapped. His eyes rolled back as both his hands gripped your hips, bringing them back to meet his with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air, only interrupted by the squelch of your juices as he moved in and out of you.
“Gods, you are everything I imagined.” He moaned into your ear as his thrusts began to become erratic. His left hand released your hip, going underneath you as his fingers deftly sought out the bundle of nerves between your legs. You tried to object, wanting to scream no as he found that sensitive spot. However, the only noise that left you was a garbled squeak as your body began to shake from overstimulation. You let out a scream as you came, your entire body trembling as you did. Robb didn’t stop his movements, thrusting in and out of you while his fingers circled your bud, elongating the orgasm. Your vision went white as you felt him stiffen behind you, groaning as he released his seed inside you, finally stopping his overstimulation of your clit.
You collapsed beneath him, panting heavily. Your entire body was twitching, and you were unable to support yourself. Robb followed you down, not wanting to pull out of you just yet. His forehead rested on the back of your shoulder as he caught his breath, whispering the word “mine” repeatedly. For a while, neither of you moved, each regaining your senses as you caught your breath.
“I’ll never let you go. By the end of the night, my seed will be growing in your womb, producing an heir. I do not care who you stuck a deal with, I’ll wage war with anyone who dare try to take you from me. You are mine, and I am never going to let you go.” He was still inside you as he spoke, his cock occasionally twitching. His lips gently kissed your shoulder with each word, before biting down on the sensitive skin there once he finished. “Mine”. He growled one final time, before you began to feel his cock stiffen within you once again.
Kinktober Day One - Massage (Ari Levison x Reader)
I am a little behind on posting for Kinktober, but here is day one. I’ll have day 2 and 3 posted between today and tomorrow. Please refer to my last post of my Kinktober list. It has all 31 prompts in no particular order! I hope you all enjoy!
The Red Sea Diving Resort in Sudan wasnt how you were planning on spending your vacation, but after missing your connecting flights, your friends booked your week-long stay there in an attempt to save the vacation. Though the ocean views and swims are stunning, you can't ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Seeing your unease, your friend books you for a massage, which gets more personal than expected. (Slightly long, mild dual POV [Ari is third person POV, reader first person POV], mild Dark!Ari Levison. Strong Non-Con / Dub-con. Non-consensual drugging. Oral sex, P in V sex. Mild praise kink. Short curvy reader[not really a warning but height and curves are mentioned so I want to give you a heads up] 18+ Minors DNI)
18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS POSTED, READ AT OWN RISK.
Since the day you arrived at the run-down ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’ you have been uneasy. No matter what, you cant shake the feeling of being watched. Its almost CONSTANT. In your room, on the beach, in the dining hall, even in your shower. In fact, the only place you didn't feel like you were being watched was under the ocean during a dive. Which is exactly why you had been taking the dive excursion any time one was available.
“How are you going on another dive? We have been here four days and you have already done six!” Your friend, Alyssa, exclaimed from where she was leaning back in the sand, sunbathing on her towel.
“I've only done two scuba dives. The rest were wall freediving.” You responded with a shrug of your shoulders. Even now, the hairs on the back of your neck were tingling, yet your quick looks around the beach couldn't spot anyone watching you.
“You know you aren't actually a fish right? You can spend some time on land.” She joked with a smile.
“You know I have always preferred the ocean over the land.” You respond.
“If you keep up diving all the time, you won't be able to walk by the time our vacation is over.” Alyssa pointed out.
“Walking is overrated anyways.” You joke back.
“Actually, its an essential part of life. And to make sure you don't lose your ability to walk, I scheduled a massage for you!” She squealed, excited to share the surprise. You inwardly groaned.
“Why would you do that? And for when?” You ask. You weren't big on having a stranger rub up and down your body. Especially not somewhere that you felt so uneasy.
“Because you need a break. And for tonight at 6! The rest of us are getting them throughout the day! Jolene is in there now.” Alyssa said. “And, since it's my birthday present to you, you can't say no!”
“This entire trip is your birthday present to me. You don't have to get me extras on top of that.” You pointed out. Alyssa laughed in response.
“Technically, it's part of the trip. Now, go finish swimming with the fishes and living your best mermaid dreams, that way you can get back here and have a relaxing massage, hopefully by one of the hot ass men that work here.” Alyssa said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and headed to the boat.
Ari watched you dive back under the water, eyes glued to your butt as it jiggled as you went down. Since you arrived, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off you. You came off the bus laughing, hair blowing in the breeze that blew your overshirt opn and down your arms slightly, giving him a great view of your cleavage coming out the top of your tank top. Your laugh drew him in, but your looks had him hooked. Short, with an hourglass shape that accentuated your boobs and ass. Wide hips, thick thighs. Clearly your body was mostly muscle with a little cushioning on top, and in your shorts, your legs were on display. The sight made him groan slightly. To say you were his type was an understatement.
He watched Haley check in your group. Eight girls on a vacation in Sudan. Risky to say the least, but he was glad someone had the guts, or stupidity, to book your vacation at his resort. He didn't even realize it at first, but found himself unconsciously following you as you made your way to your room. It was nothing obvious, he kept his distance and always seemed to be doing something else, yet he never lost sight of you. A part of him filled with joy when he saw you walk all the way down to the last bungalow. It was slightly secluded from the rest, and you went in alone, your friends each getting their own as well. Yours however, was closest to his quarters, and allowed him a perfect view into your window.
Over the next few days, he found himself watching your every move. He typically only led one or two excursions a week, but here he was, captain of the boat leading his fourth excursion in three days. Everyone was questioning why he was suddenly going out so much, but he just shrugged them off, saying he was bored and needed something to do. Jake was already the tour leader, so he offered to captain the boat. Once all the divers were happily swimming around, Jake came back to the boat, climbing in.
“You know, she is only here for three more days, if you are going to make a move, it needs to be soon.” Jake said, as he shook the water out of his har. Ari looked away from the spot of water you disappeared under and at Jake.
“Excuse me” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jake scoffed.
“Don't try to deny it. You've practically been following her around like a lost puppy.” Jake said with a laugh. Ari glanced back at the water where you were swimming. “Don’t worry, I am sure she hasn't noticed. The guest wouldn't. But to us, the sudden change in routine is obvious.”
“I am not following her.” Ari responded, running his hand through his hair.
“Right. Sure. Not following her at all. Just coincidentally being everywhere she is, every second of the day.” Jake said with a wink, and in response Ari threw one of the nearby snorkels at him, earning a hearty laugh from Jake. “Right well, if you aren't interested in her, I am sure you don't mind me giving her a massage later.”
“We don't offer massages.” Ari said, a look of confusion on his face. Jake responded with a wicked grin.
“We didn't offer massages. Then her friend, the blonde spending daddy’s money, saw the old storage room with massage tables. One thing led to another, and her entire group booked individual massages for $200 a piece. We are practically rolling in money. And let's face it, being able to rub warm oil over each of their bodies is an added perk.” Ari’s smile dropped before turning into a look of fury.
“We aren't here to make a profit Jake.” His eyes narrowed into a glare as he spoke.
“No shit, lighten up. You're just mad about the idea of my hands all over her body. And where else it might lead.” Jake said with a suggestive wink. Ari’s jaw clenched at his words.
“No, I am not. Since you won't be touching her.” Ari replied. Jake’s eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise.
“I wont? Oh, let me guess, another job you coincidentally volunteer for?” Jake laughed, clapping a hand on Ari’s shoulder. “Just think, maybe after you are done loosening her up, she can help loosen you up.” Jake laughed loudly at his own joke, and Ari’s only response was a shove that sent Jake toppling over the side of the boat, back into the water.
“It was heavenly. I can practically still feel his hands.” Alyssa said with a dreaming sigh.
“If you loved it so much, why don't you take my slot?” You suggested, earning an annoyed look from your friend.
“Everyone knows two massages in a row is pointless. Besides, you need it. I can feel your leg pain from here.” Alyssa joked. “And don't forget to drink water, its better for the massage. Lord knows you're not hydrated enough right now. You really need to drink more water.” You rolled your eyes at her response. She acted like such a mom.
“Fine. Ill go. But only because you insist.” You respond, heading towards your room.
“Right, only because of me and not because of a dreamy, muscle relaxing massage.” She laughed, before going into her room. In your own bungalow, you take a quick shower and change into a loose tank top and shorts, before heading to the massage bungalow. Once you enter, you see the lady from the reception desk laying a cloth on the table.
“Sorry, I am just finishing up. You can strip behind the screen, there is a towel there for you. We use oils, so its recommended to remove everything. Ari already set up some water for you, since your friends mentioned you might be dehydrated. It can have negative effects on the massage. Just lay on the bed face down whenever you are ready, you can cover the essential bits with the towel. Ari will be in momentarily, he is just running a little behind.” She spoke as she moved around the room, lighting all the candles.
“Right, thank you.” You responded, before going behind the screen. You took a few sips of the cucumber water that was there, before stripping. As you wrapped the towel around yourself, you heard her leave. You quickly chugged the rest of the water, before heading to the table. You’d rather get on it before Ari arrived, not wanting to flash him. Once you laid down on the table, you adjusted the small towel the best you could, it barely went from the bottom of your butt to the bottom of your scapulas. No matter how you adjusted it, either your boobs or butt were exposed. Since it was just your side boobs, you opted for coverage on your butt.
The candles had a pleasant smell that filled the room, almost like warm vanilla. The woman had turned a radio on low, pleasant classical music playing gently in the background. It felt like forever before Ari arrived, and you almost fell asleep. Your head turned as you heard the door open. You honestly werent sure who Ari was, but quickly recognized the man who had been leading most of the dives. Instantly, a mild sense of panic filled you. You were already uncomfortable with the idea of the massage, and now that feeling was even worse. It wasn't that he scared you. No, it was that he was the one person that worked at the resort that you found attractive.
He was tall, with dark hair and a beard covering his face. He was strong, with thick muscles on his arms and chest, something you had seen countless times while on the boat tours. It seemed like if he wasn't in the water in a wetsuit, the man was shirtless. Prior to this moment, where he was wearing a loose fitting button up, you were beginning to wonder if he owned shirts at all. He looked over at you with a heart stopping smile.
“Sorry I am late, the last tour finished up later than expected.” He apologized while going over to the table full of what you assumed were massage supplies.
“It's ok, the wait was relaxing.” You replied, before putting your head back in the headhole on the table, silently berating yourself for such a dumb response. Your dumb response, however, earned you a heartly chuckle from Ari.
“Candle lit room with relaxing music and an ocean breeze? It's where I would want to be stuck waiting too.” Though you weren't looking, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Have you ever had a massage before?”
“No.” You were deciding to try and stick with one word answers, as your brain was apparently too dumb to give you intelligent answers. He let out a short hum in response.
“Did you hydrate? It's important for your muscles to have water, it stops them from being sore and achy afterwards.”
“Yea, I drank the water you left.” You responded. Ari glanced over at the empty glass sitting on a table near the dressing screen.
“Hm, good girl.” The words were so low you almost missed them. Almost. But you didn't, you heard them, and those two little words send a warm feeling straight to your core, causing you to tense up. You did not need to get wet from this man giving you a massage. It would be the opposite of relaxing. He noticed your body tensing.
“Relax your muscles. I am going to start with your neck, upper back and arms. Then ill do your lower back, then your legs. We use warm oil, so it might feel weird on your skin at first.” As he finished talking, a warm oil hit your back, causing you to flinch slightly. “Shhh, just relax.” His tone was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but so deep it shook you to the core. It took everything in you to do as he said and relax your muscles.
The room was mostly silent as he worked, save for the soft flow of music. His hands were like magic, spreading the oil across your skin as his hands worked in strong patterns to release the tension from your muscles. You expected the oil to cool down as he moved from one area to the next, but everywhere the oil touched only seemed to get warmer, your skin starting to tingle. Slowly, your entire body relaxed beyond your will as he worked. You steadily grew relaxed, yet tired, your limbs feeling too heavy to move. As he began to work down your back, his fingertips grazed the side of your breasts, earning a soft, involuntary moan from you as your skin broke out in goosebumps. He paused briefly at the sound, admiring the way your skin flushed, before continuing his work. Only this time, something seemed different.
The confident organized strokes of his hands seemed to deviate from any pattern, more often than not touching your breasts, before at one point, openingly fondling the sides for your breasts. You desperately wanted to voice an objection, but the words couldn't seem to process from your brain to your mouth, as the only noise that escaped was another low moan. His hands eventually left your breasts, heading down your back, before massaging right above the curve of your butt. He massaged that area for a while, enjoying the low noises it drew from you.
Your mind was spinning. Everything in you knew this was wrong, and wanted to stop what was happening, but no matter what, you couldn't move or voice your objections. You just laid there, enjoying every second of his hands fondling your body. The towel still covered your ass, allowing some semblance of decency. A part of you figured he would just remove it as he went down, but a small part of your mind felt relief as his hands skipped over the towel, instead moving down your body to your feet. There, he gently applied more of the oil, and began to slowly massage your feet and calves, paying extra attention to the areas that drew little moans from your mouth.
As he made his way up your legs, you couldn't deny the fact that you were drenched between them. Every movement of his hands sent fire to your core, and the constant feeling of heat and tingling from everywhere the oil touched wasn't helping. A ragged breath escaped your lips as his hands massaged your thighs, giving extra attention to the inside of your thighs, as it sent shivers up your spine. As his hands reached the top of your thighs, he removed the towel hiding your butt. A deep moan filled the room, this time from him instead of you. His hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, enough to hurt, before gently massaging the pain away. The same warm oil was generously applied across each cheek, before his hands diligently worked it into your skin. A palm slammed down on your right ass cheek, the smack reverberating throughout the room, followed by a groan.
“Fuck, with an ass like that, who can resist?” He seemed to be talking to himself more than to you as he smacked your other cheek, before gently massaging away the burning sensation his smacks left in each cheek. “Look at you, taking everything I give you with nothing more than a moan. Such a good fucking girl’ He groaned out. One of his hands gripped your hip, lifting it off the table slightly, allowing his other arm to wrap around underneath you. Using that leverage, he easily flipped out over so that you laid on your back. The sudden movement had your world spinning, everything fuzzy as you felt him bend your legs at the knees. Slowly, your vision cleared and you were able to look at him, watching as he slowly drug your body down so that your ass rested that the end of the table, your knees bent and parted as he stood between them.
At some point, he had removed his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to see. His eyes were roving over your body, landing on your breasts. He grabbed the bottle of oil off the table beside you, and slowly applied it up your stomach and then over each breast. As he did, you were able to catch a glimpse of the label that clearly read ‘aphrodisiac oil’. That explained the tingling heat left behind by the oil. He put the bottle back down, before his hands went to your stomach, slowly and sensually massaging it in.
“Everything about you is intoxicating. I knew you'd enjoy this.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes never leaving your body as he worked. “After all, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.” He seemed to smile at his own joke, his eyes flicking up to yours. “Oh, that's right, you can't, can you?” A sinking feeling formed in your gut as he spoke, his words confirming your suspicions. As if he could see the fear in your eyes, he continued “Oh, don't worry darling. Its just a mild sedative. Tasteless in water, and relatively harmless. It just makes you tired enough not to object, without making you fall asleep. After all, I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun.” As he spoke, his hands moved up to your breasts, slowly massaging the outside of them, teasingly avoiding the nipple as your eyes closed and your back ever so slightly arched into his touch.
Your mind was a warzone. Almost every part of you was against this, the voice in your head screaming at him, screaming at you, and just screaming in general. But even that voice couldn't ignore the pleasure rippling through your body at his touch. A pathetic mewling moan escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted over your nipples. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down towards your chest.
“Such a good girl, so ready for me.” He whispered against the skin of your breast, the coarse hair of his beard brushing against the sensitive skin there. You let out a loud strangled gasp as his mouth closed down around your right nipple, suckling it gently as his hips ground against yours, his hard length rubbing against your core, only the coarse material of his shorts separating you. He gently bit your nipple as his hand played with your other breast. He did that for several moments, switching between harsh nips and gentle suckles as he massaged your breast, his other hand absentmindedly stroking up and down your side, sending shivers through your body. The combined sensations were too much for your brain to handle, a loud moan slipping from your lips. Ari smirked in response, before switching breasts, giving your other nipple the same treatment. When he was satisfied with how red and raw your nipples looked, he slowly straightened taking in the sight of you as he did so.
“I havent even fucked you yet, and you already have a fucked out expression on your face.” He said, causing you to close your eyes in shame. “Fuck, nearly your entire body flushed at that.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, almost as if he was proud he could elicit such a response from you. A hand gently stroked your face, coaxing your eyes open. “Don't be ashamed, darling, I love every little reaction you give me.” As he spoke, he slowly lowered himself between your legs, never breaking eye contact as his head leveled out between your thighs. “I am just getting started. And I want to see every. little. reaction.” After each word, he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, alternating between your legs but getting ever closer to your core. A shuddering breath left your lips as his mouth hovered right over your core, his hot breath sending shocks through your body. For a moment, he didn't move, he just watched as your body shook and trembled from the anticipation of what was to happen. Once your eyes left the ceiling and met his, he dove in, giving one long swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the top, being sure to just miss the clit. Something between a gasp and a yell escaped you, earning a smile from him.
“Fuck, you are delicious. Such a good girl.” He muttered the last part before returning his mouth to your pussy, begging to lap and suckle at it like a starved dog. His arms wound around the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and flush with his mouth. His tongue dove inside your clenching hole, and your eyes rolled back as a long moan left your lips. He didn’t stop, instead he made sure to brush his nose against your clit, causing you to jolt from the sensation. He made a pattern of thrusting into you with his tongue, before lazily licking up to your clit, circling it once, before diving back into your hole. The sensation was maddening as your body began to tremble, but never enough to bring you over the edge.
He moved your legs so that they went over his shoulders, and one of his hands went up the side of your body to play with your breast. His mouth went to your clit, sucking it harshly, with an occasional nip. As he did, his other hand went to your core, two thick fingers sliding in at once. The burn was delicious in combination with the feeling of his mouth on your clit and fingers pinching your nipples. He steadily began to pump his fingers in and out, but just before you came, he froze. A groan of frustration left you as your eyes opened, looking down at him. As soon as your eyes met his, his fingers curled, hitting your G-spot as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard. You came so hard your vision went white, a strangled moan left your throat as your entire body trembled around him. His fingers left your body, his tongue taking their places as he let you ride out your high.
As your vision returned, you felt his touch leave you and you heard the rustle of clothing. You looked at him to see him removing his shorts, his erection on full display. A choked noise left you at the sight of him. Not only was he big, he was thick. Thicker than anyone you had seen before. Ari followed your gaze to his cock with a smile.
“Don't worry, I wont have you repay that favor, yet. We do have three more days for that.” As he spoke, he returned to the spot between your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before lifting them, pressing them against your stomach as he put your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the tip of him pressing against your core. He rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your fluids. “No, now, now I give us what we both want.” After he spoke, the tip of him pressed into your core, entering slowly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed himself into you. Your body burned from the stretch, but he was going slow enough that it wasn't truly painful. No, the burn was delicious, setting your skin on fire as he moved. Your eyes closed as he worked himself into you, only to pop back open when a harsh smack fell on your breast.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see every little detail as I fuck you.” His words sent shivers down your spine as your eyes locked with his. As soon as they did, he slammed the rest of himself into you, causing you to yelp. His mouth dropped open, panting heavy breaths as he stared down at you. “Fuck. So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.” The words came out in low pants as he stood there, perfectly still as he rested inside you to the hilt. You were thankful he wasn't moving, giving your body time to adjust to the stretch.
“Ready sweetheart?” He asked with a smile, knowing you couldn’t give him an answer. His hands slid up and down your thighs for a moment, before one locked onto your waist and the other moved up your torso towards your breasts. As soon as he started moving, he set up a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you swiftly. His hand rested on your stomach as he moved, his eyes watching your breast bounce with each powerful thrust. His hand made its way up your stomach, past your breasts and to your throat, wrapping around it. He didn't apply pressure, his hand just resting there and using it as leverage to slam your body down towards his as he moved. The hand on your waist crept inwards, fingers playing with your clit as he moved. As soon as his fingers touched your clit, your eyes closed. The hand on your neck disappeared, and a burning sting erupted across your right breast as he smacked it.
“Eyes. On. Me.” Each word was accentuated with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your eyes opened and locked with his. “Good girl. Look at you. Flushed from head to toe. Eyes glazing over. Mouth parted in a never ending string of moans. So. Fucking. Perfect.” His thrusts were getting harder as his left hand returned to your hip, gripping it tight enough to bruise, while his right hand went to your clit, harshly swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Ari leaned forward, folding your body in half as he slid you up the table, just enough for him to climb on it with you, all without him ever leaving your body. Your knees were by your shoulders as his toes pressed against yours, his face merely inches from your own. His thrust became erratic as his face leaned into yours, his lips catching yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. His tongue danced into your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling as you came for a second time. Ari’s mouth swallowed your cries, his thrusts never stopping as he worked right through your orgasm, chasing his own high. With three more harsh thrust, he came, his hot cum painting the inside of your walls. He let out a low deep moan, right into your mouth as he never stopped hissing you. A few lazy thrusts rode out his orgasm before he went still.
He was still inside you when he pulled back from the kiss, his hands on either side of your head, supporting your weight. You hazily looked up at him, exhausted from both the orgasms and the drugs. He stared down at you for a moment, not saying a word. He then slowly pulled out of you, groaning as he did. He got off the table, standing beside you. He took a second to just look you over, appreciating how you looked thoroughly fucked. His eyes met yours again and he smirked.
“It's ok, darling, you can rest. I'll take you back to your room.” As he spoke, he opened a drawer and pulled out a large towel to cover you with. He gently wrapped it around your body, effortlessly maneuvering your limbs as he needed. “We will take a shower, get you cleaned up, and then we can sleep.” He picked you up, carrying you bridal style as he made his way out of the bungalow towards yours. “After all, you will need rest for our excursion tomorrow. A one on one personal tour of the reef, with me. Gotta make the last three days count.” He winked down at you when he finished, and though exhaustion was taking over your body, you knew it was far from over, and it was going to be a very long three days.
With working full time and going to school full time, I’ve found it hard to be inspired enough to continue with my stories right now. It honestly is just a lot of pressure. However, I love to write and have been wanting to post more. So I’ve decided to participate in Kinktober 2022!
I have created a list of 31 prompts that I love and will enjoy writing. Most of my work is sub-con/non-con so I didn’t add those as prompts, as most of my writing will include that anyways.
I don’t have any set characters in mind, and will choose one each day as I’m inspired.
I am open to asks and suggestions! If you have a character in mind you would love to see me write about, just ask! I write for a large variety of characters, so feel free to reach out to see if I’ll write for whoever you have in mind.
I don’t watch anime, so likely won’t write for that. However, I do watch most mainstream media, fantasy, action, slasher etc! I’ll eventually make another post with characters I love to write about. PLEASE keep in mind I write darker content, so be aware of that.
As I get time I’ll update this post with a nice banner and theme, just wanted to get it out to you guys now!
