kingdon microfic month day 30 afterglow 995/190
same universe as midnight, overwhelm, snack, and victory
@kingdonmacrofic warnings, piss, sad mel, mean dom frank, spit, daddy kink,breeding kink, implied feederism, unsafe, insane, dubiously consensual sex, mentioned lactation kink, biting.
@keystothekingdon you're a hero, thank you so much
“If I’m special, then why did you come here and cum on my cock, without me.” He snapped his hips like a whip. “Why did you try to replace me with a dildo, try to deny me what’s mine?”
“Because I thought it was the best I was going to get!” Mel erupted, on the verge of tears. “I thought you didn’t want me, I thought that if I just got it out of my system, that if i knew what it was like, I could let go and get over you.” He stroked the back of her head, playing with her hair as she let it all out. “I needed you in my life, needed you more than I wanted what i couldn't have." She was sobbing now. “I’m sorry sir, please, let me cum.”
“Good girl, thank you for being honest.” It was almost a coo, gentle, like talking to a pet, or a child. His hand traced her cheek, he swiped his thumb over the corner of her eye, wiping away the tears. He brought his hand to his mouth, and licked the tears off his thumb. “See how stupid you are when you’re the one making decisions. ‘Get me out of your system.’ Like that’s allowed.” There was something harsh in his tone, possessive, dangerous– any gentleness gone. He kissed her cheek. Hovered in place there for a moment. Then his tongue darted out, licking up her tears.
“You’re mine. My girl. Understood?”
“Please, sir– aah, promise?” She looked wrecked. So cute. His perfect girl.
“You’re crazy if you think I'm ever letting you go. I promise, baby girl.” She was being so good for him. She’d been so obedient. What’s the harm in indulging her? He grabbed her face, made her look him in the eyes. “Beg. Beg me to cum inside you. Then and only then are you allowed to cum.” He watched her process, saw her horny, frazzled, sleepy little brain try to process that she hadn’t noticed his lack of condom. She wasn’t on birth control. Why would she be? His angel was too practical to waste money on wishful thinking. He was glad for it. The risk would only make his claim on her stronger.
“Please, sir, fill me up- give me your cum, I need it, I’ve been desperate for it, the dildo wasn't enough, wasn't you, couldn't fill me like you can," she cried. She'd come a long way from the craven slut who snuck into his room to make a dildo from his cock while she thought he was asleep. He was proud of her. "Breed me, Frank, knock me up while you claim me! Give me a baby, sir! Fucking ruin me, daddy!” He erupted inside her. Hot, white ropes rushed out of him, with enough force to buckle his knees. Frank smiles, at his girl, at how bold she was, at how unraveled he had made her. His eyes drifted down to her ruined cunt, stretched around him– Him, not the fucking dildo– leaking his cum. He let go of her face, hands drifting to her cute little tummy. He needed to put some weight on her. His perfect girl needed to be ready for carrying his child. No more skipped meals. even if he had to hand feed her himself. (Now that's a thought.) He rubbed her stomach, above her uterus, hoping it took. The possibility of making sure, though, trying again and again, that was worth some consideration too.
He reached over her supine form, to the nightstand. He grabbed the hated dildo, and, like something out of an Indiana Jones porn parody, deftly replaced his cock with the replica. He wouldn't abide any cum escaping.
He rested atop of her for a few minutes. Spent.
Her little bunny teeth started nibbling at his neck. Minx.
He growled, and, with a quickness he didn't know he was capable of, released the cuffs. “I’m going to clean you off.”
He picked her up, thankful for his PT, and carried her the couple of paces to the shower-tub installation. He laid her down gently, kissed her forehead, then stepped back and started the tub.
She’d had a long night. All covered in sweat and cum. Wrecked. But not ruined. She had asked him to ruin her. He'd cum in her, what's something else that fucking dildo couldn't do?
“Are you thirsty, dollface?” She hummed agreeably, luxuriating in the warm water. Good enough. He cut the tap. He stood up, took aim, and started to unload. A hissing noise echoed through the bathroom as his hot, fresh piss rained down on her. Something relaxed in his core, not just his bladder, but a lingering tension. She was his. Bitten, bred, now to mark his territory.
He bit her, he’d bred her, and now he was marking his territory.
His stream moved across her face, down to her tits. He wanted to see them swell. To rob his future kids of her milk, condemn them to bottle-feeding. Monopolize the prize he had created. he moved back up, the stream dancing across her scalp, covering her beautiful hair. he moved back down to her face, aiming for her mole. He'd fantasized about cumming on it forever. He'd never thought he'd piss on it, on her; then again, he'd never thought he'd find her using a dildo she'd made from his cock in his bed. She loved to surprise him.
She cupped her hands by her chin, as if to hold the piss. Swallowing it down. whining low in her throat when drops escaped.
Eventually, after he ran out, she was done– licking her lips in smug satisfaction; his piss either on her skin, down her stomach, or down the drain. She was his. he'd claimed her, done what that damn dildo couldn't. He basked in the afterglow, laid a kiss on her piss soaked hair. He's going to have so much fun with her.
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