Question: How would Ratonhnhaké:ton try to help overcome his S/O's depression? (NSFW) @mcartminec4 You opened your eyes to a beautiful dawn. The sun was rising slowly, but without hesitation. The scenery from the manor was amazing -but the thoughts in your head blinded your eyes. You couldn't take your gaze away from the floor, and you felt exhausted, even though you had slept for at least 8 hours since yesterday. He was still in bed, his giant back muscles were all exposed (since he liked sleeping naked when it's summer) and the thin bedsheet barely covered his muscular ass. You used to love watching him like this, as a sexy mess with all his guards down, but today, you didn't even care. You just wanted a warm cup of tea, so you headed downstairs. It just started feeling uncomfortable, the place you called home. The walls were almost "Walking" towards you, to compress you. You felt like your breath was narrowing down, when you were in the house. Everyday, it was the same loneliness, the same house. And now, after 2 years with him -even if you didn't want to admit it- you had started feeling lonely with him around. Yes, he was there physically, but his mind was always somewhere more important. You never had talked to him about this, and you did not intend to, since you knew he had to be this way. You knew it from the beginning. The water was finally boiling, so you prepared your tea, and got out to the porch, to listen to the morning birds. They used to calm you down since you were a little girl. You tried concentrating to the nature, to your senses, but it didn't work. You were left alone with your thoughts; so you started thinking... What if there was another woman? Or maybe, what if you weren't appealing to him anymore? What if he were bored of you, but didn't want to upset you by telling you to go? Surely that must've been it, because he had arrived last night and he didn't talk much. He didn't even spoon you when you were in bed, he didn't want to touch. That was it; he just was too kind to be the one to leave... You were devastated. You thought you had just realized a horrible truth. You had to pack up and leave, before making him even more uncomfortable. You left your tea on the porch and immediately ran upstairs. He looked so peaceful when he slept. He was so handsome and so amazing to you that the thought of him being too kind to break up was wrecking you. His peaceful face started making you cry quietly. First, a few teardrops ran your face. Your lips were trembling, but you weren't making a single noise for not making him even more uncomfortable. Through your tears, you found your luggage, and gathered your things rapidly. Just when you were about to finish, something stopped you: "Where are you going, Y/N?" You stood there, looking kinda taken aback, thinking of a response. He slowly straightened up, and walked next to you. "Have you been upset?" he said with a calm voice. His calloused fingertips brushed your tears off your cheeks softly. "Ratonhnhaké:ton, tell me the truth, you've been wanting to break up with me, but you were too kind to say it. Weren't you?" He raised an eyebrow and made a face of "Not understanding". What you were saying was clearly irrational for him. He chose his words carefully and asked: "Did I make you feel that way?" You simply chose to say "No." as a response, because you didn't want to hurt him. He slowly cupped your hands between his, got closer to you and said; "Don not lie to me, Y/N." and kept on approaching. You closed your eyes, and focused on your lips. First, a cold and a soft bit of flesh caressed your lower lip. Then your upper lips were barely touching with his. As his lips grew warmer, the kiss got more passionate and he picked you up with his buff arms, not breaking the lip contact. He gently placed you in bed, and finally gave a break to the kiss.. "I truly am sorry." He said, whilst looking in your eyes. He then proceeded to your neck. First, he didn't touch it; he just smelled it, from the back of your ears, down to your collar bones. He was breathing heavily on purpose. He was like a predator in bed. Suddenly, he stopped. It was the silence before the thunderstorm. He then planted a very soft kiss behind your left ear; it was one of your most sensitive spots. Then he started kissing your jawline, and slowly slid down. Now, the kisses were involving some tongue. He then kept using more tongue, and gave you a long, stimulating lick over your neck. It was arousing you much, thats why, you were massaging his head through his hairs while he kept going with little growls. He enjoyed it when you did that. But then, you decided to put your left hand on his back, and pressed him to yourself. You knew that turned him on. He was losing his temper, as he stripped you out of your nightgown. Your breasts were now fully exposed, and you were as defenseless as a gazelle. He first caressed the sides if your breasts, and ran his cheeks over your nipples, while growling. "Beautiful..." he whispered. He gave the right one a little lick, and then started sucking it, while he massaged the left one with his palm. It was pure extacy for you. He was sometimes making eye contact as if he were saying "I need more, provide me more." Then suddenly, you felt his hand slowly departing from your breasts. He was studying your form carefully with his hands. His hands were approaching somewhere where nobody had touched but him. He opened his eyes and moved himself towards that danger zone. His chin, cheeks and hands weren't stopping arousing you. He made a sudden move, and in the blink of an eye, your panties were on the floor. He grasped your inner legs with a strong hold, almost foreshadowing the way you will not be able to control your muscles. He first looked you in the eyes to excite you even more, since his eyes never gave away his plans, then he did the same thing he did with your neck. He breathed heavily on purpose, and smelled you like a rose. He was turned on so much, he started whispering things in his native tongue very fastly. "Your scent excites me. I desire more." First, he touched the root of your clit with his middle finger. You shivered, since you felt too sensitive. He kept moving and softly vibrating his finger down to the tip of your clit. He was breathing heavily -yet this time, it was definitely not on purpose. He pulled out his index and ring fingers, and proceeded massaging your entrance. He sometimes slid his middle finger for an inch or two, and touched the sensitive spot there, to get you more wet. You were dripping, but it wasnt enough for him. He put his lips on your groin, and started moving down. It was inescapable now, he was holding you down tight and he had no intention of letting go. He attacked you. He wasn't holding back, he was eating you alive. Actually, he was devouring you a whole! He was licking every piece of flesh tissue he found. He held onto your legs tighter and was sometimes talking to himself from pleasure.. As he kept on moving his trembling lips all over your pussy, something started building up with the heat. "R-Ratonhnhaké:ton, ugh, stop, I'm going to cum!" But he kept on going, even more passionately. Just when you were about to cum, he stopped. He grabbed his giant cock, gave it some rubs, and gently slid it in. He was out of his mind. You could hear him mumble repeatedly "So tight.." as he kept on rubbing you and fucking you at the same time. He was holding onto your waist, and you were screaming his name, while scratching his large shoulders. His giant cock was intoxicating to you, because the way he used it was unique. He knew where you liked feeling the veins and how hard he should pound you, so his balls would slap near your entrance to turn you on more. And what made it even more special was his silence. He never demanded permission, or asked if "that felt good?". He was so sure of himself, as he knew how talented he was. He kept you on the edge until he too, was on the edge. He looked at you, giving you a "May I" look, and you screamed yes. A growl, close to a shout came, followed by an explosion. His cum was like an endless hot ocean, flowing in you. It went on straight for a minute. Then he instantly got up, leaned in your ear, and whispered: "Give me everything, Y/N". He held your legs strong, and prepared you for something big. He kept on licking and whispering things like "I wish for more..." and "Sate my apetite..." He was driving you to the edge. He was now inescapable. You had to cum in his mouth, he was begging for it. He kept licking the entrance and and massaging the bottom of your clit with his thumb. It was coming. You needed it. It was going to explode. You were on the summit, a second before cuming, and he said "I am in need of you." And that did it. You were cuming; squirting even. It was pure bliss, the only thing you could do was watch him swallow everything. His lips were soaked, and his hair was messy. It made it even more exciting. It kept on going more, as he didn't even move his lips. He was sucking you dry. When it was finished, your self-awareness descended from heavens, and your heart started beating normally again. He was watching your eyes carefully. You waited for a moment to catch your breath. As you opened your mouth to say something, he kissed you. Not a passionate one, but rather, a soft, calming one. He pulled his lips back and said; " I said it before, but to make it secure, I will say it again; I am in need of you. Do not ever think otherwise. You are my better self. If you leave me, I will never be able to recover." His words were as relieving as his actions. You slowly drifted in a sleep that you've never had in some time. He held you close, so close that his grasp was enough to promise he was never letting you go. Writer's Note: This was my first smut fiction, so please feel free to comment!
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