SoâŠtoday was a no good, very bad day. I let a coworker upset me - a new one at that - and I allowed it to affect everything around me.
This person came in to work with a bad mood, loudly announcing that she shouldâve called off because she didnât want to be there. She said she was hungover. And that she definitely wasnât coming in tomorrow, so not to expect her.
Thinking she was just having a moment, I let her keep going. But eventually, I tried to joke with her about who would relieve me if she never showed. She said it wasnât her problem. I asked if they ever talked to her about potentially running breakfast in the morning since the breakfast lady had just informed me that she was off on Friday.
She said ânoâ. And they had better not fucking ask her. I again just said okay, and I watched as things just got progressively worse. Iâm still suffering from the effects of this virus. Which means Iâm nauseous everyday. I vomit everyday. And Iâm tired everyday.
But when the job needs me, I go above and beyond for our guests. Or I try to.
I guess I hadnât cleaned off the desk yet. And I hadnât realized the mini-fridge in the back (not for guests) didnât have water in it. Iâm not the only person who works here, mind you, and I had been off the day before.
So she took it as a reason to launch a whole tirade against me, telling me I donât do anything, and demanding to know why I even bother coming to work if I donât feel good.
I told her because I have bills, but Iâm doing my best - including covering shifts for her. She told me she was going to the GM about me. I told her, if she has a problem with something specific Iâm doing she could always talk to me.
She told me to fuck off and kept ranting and raving. Eventually, I left. I told her I hoped âhere day got betterâ and she told me to âstop fucking talking to herâ.
So I got on my bus to go home. And in all the anger and sadness I accidentally left my most prized position on said bus.
My laptop.
And I wasnât able to get it back. I can try the RTAâs Lost and Found tomorrow, but Iâm doubtful it will be there.
And to top it all off, my GM seems to believe what this person is saying, even though Iâve proven myself the entire seven months Iâve been there. Because she doesnât get why Iâm still sick.
Iâm done yall. Iâm sitting here dry heaving even now as I wait for my Lyft to go to work after an hour of sleep.
Iâm just fucking done. Iâve cried so much today.
I hope the virus leaves you soon ! I respect that you go sick to work because of bills etc. But I sadly learnt it the hard way that no one appreciated it then I came sick to work and also no one cared about it and I only made it harder for me to recover.So please take care of yourself because if you dont do it no one does it . Get well soon đđđ
Hey everyone! First of all, I just wanted to say thank you for all of the love and support I have received. Iâm so very blessed.
I also wanted to provide an update. I did find a job - itâs not great, but I might have something even better in the works here soon. Iâll know more after this weekend. If I get the opportunity, it will also provide a peaceful setting that will allow me to write stories while *at* work. So, fingers crossed.
Now, while I had kept my landlord in the loop about my losing my job and whatnot, turns out he didnât care. He threatened to evict me for being two weeks behind, and was going to do so until someone put me in touch with a community program in my area. He even cancelled my lease renewal, but itâs fine. This program is going to cover my rent for September and October to give me time to get back on my feet and stack a couple of checks - which is amazing.
With that said, things are finally looking up. However, I wonât receive an actual paycheck for another week. Everything is stretched pretty thin. So Iâm asking again - and I apologize for doing so - if anyone can help that would be wonderful. If you canât donate that is absolutely fine. If all you can do is share this post that is fine too.
But if you can help or are willing to help, please message me and I will give you my Zelle or PayPal info. Unfortunately, I can no longer use CashApp because I owe them money. Just found out the hard way. But thatâs alright. Once I get settled I will work on paying you back as well.
Thank you again to everyone for your love and support. Have a great day!
Bit of a sad update here I suppose. If you keep up with me, you know Iâve been dealing with a lot this year, and it seems like itâs never ending.
I just posted a while back about my hysterectomy coming up, and going on anxiety meds⊠since then two separate health issues have popped up. Oneâs an unwanted side effect of the med, which Iâm working on getting answers about. It works well for its intended purpose so Iâd like to stay on it if possible.
Second thing is⊠I was in the er Sunday. I woke up with stomach pain that radiated around my back, up my chest and had my stomach numb above my navel. I thought my gallbladder was trying to go out. It wasnât but apparently it could be an ulcer. Iâve checked in with the gastro Iâm being referred to and they havenât got my info yet. Iâm in a good bit of discomfort still tho.
They did send me home with pain and nausea meds but you all know I homeschool and it makes me sleepy and dizzy sooo I canât take it during the day. Just took some Tylenol earlier and itâs dulled it a little at least.
With all this going on Iâve just been so tired and Iâm sure youâve noticed a decline in my frequency of posting. I just posted a chapter of The Nanny, and I wanted to let yâall know, it will likely be the last thing I post for a while.
I love writing, but with everything else going on itâs felt like a bit of a task to muster the energy for it lately. I donât want it to become something I dislike so Iâve decided to take a bit of a hiatus. Iâll still be around so if anyone ever feels like chatting feel free to pop into my inbox and say hello.
I love you all, and all your support youâve shown me since I started my writing journey here. I hope yâall are doing well đđđ
I send you all the hugs and love †I know I don't engage alot here on tumblr but I love most of your work and be assured that it's always worth waiting for you & your work . So first please get better because your health is the most important thing. Without it life is too complicated, I know that myself from my own experience . And I learned also if you don't care about your health sometimes no one does it.
So, I am beyond embarrassed as I type this post. But I need help, and I guess there is no harm in asking. I hope no one will think less of me after reading this, but here I goâŠ
I lost my job two weeks ago. My entire morning crew was dismissed by the new General Manager for petty reasons - including the fact that we refused to change our availability to close for her so she didnât have to anymore.
I, along with my team, usually work 50-60 hour weeks. Itâs something weâve been doing for months. I am currently applying and interviewing for other jobs, but the process is taking longer than I would like.
And I am struggling.
I hate the idea of asking for financial support, because I know we all are putting in the work to get by.
But if you can help or are willing to help, please message me and I will give you my CashApp or PayPal info. Once I get settled I will work on paying you back as well.
If you canât help, thatâs fine. I understand. But maybe could you please just share this post in the meantime.
Thank you for reading. And again, Iâm sorry. I hope you all have a wonderful day.
Summary: There's a new hotel in town. It can't possibly be what it's advertised as, can it?
Word Count: 6.5K
Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (missionary and doggy style), monster fucking (right?).
A/N: I was considering waiting until Oct, but it's a fucking Super Moon tonight so let's gooooo.....!!!!!
When The Fantasy Hotel opened up in town, you scoffed at first. "Whatâs with this name? What kind of depravity is this? Why can't folks just fuck in their own homes?" you thought to yourself. âAt least they have someone to fuck. Why must they flaunt their relationships in my face this way?â
But then you heard the whispers. The suggestions. The innuendos. A few of your online friends, who know you'd been through a dry spell for some time now, had been asking if you'd given any thought to trying it out and you were...confused. They wouldn't say outright what they'd heard about the place, but curiosity got the better of you.Â
You opened the incognito browser and typed the hotel name and were...shocked. Shocked at the images and the rave reviews. This hotel wasn't strictly for couples. As a matter of fact, it was designed for singles. And you shut your laptop quickly, convinced this wasn't for you and worried what your anonymous, online friends must think of you. You broached the subject delicately, so as not to offend in case maybe they didn't really know what they were asking about.
MNstrluvr: Come on. You've read the fics. You've liked and commented. Are you really saying you weren't into it? The idea of it?
sendmeanangel: I was sucked in by the phenomenal writing. You know me. I read anything if it's told well, descriptive, immersive, get you out of your head.
darkgothnightengale: This is THAT. But IRL. You're fucking lucky they picked your town to open the first one. You HAVE to try it and tell us how it is!!!
sendmeanangel: Have you seen the prices?
darkgothnightengale: We chipped in.
sendmeanangel:...
MNstrluvr: Come on! We're dying to know first hand from someone we actually know. Please. For science!
It took a few more gentle prods and pokes, with promises of no jokes unless you gave specific permission. And under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were your friends allowed to post anything that even vaguely alluded to the fact that you were trying the place out. Private DMs and Super Private Chat Room discussions only.
Your visit was booked. You opted for a brief stay only. Two hours. You couldn't bring yourself to book a longer stay and the theme you selected was one that allowed for less than full evenings. It was also the only slot available on the day you were able to ask off work.Â
You showered and primped, pampering yourself with your favorite body wash and lotion, knowing how good it made you feel to be fresh and clean and smelling delicious. You checked your clothes and your makeup in the full length mirror by your apartment door, opting not to change for the fiftieth time since stepping out of the shower. A few final items stuffed into your travel satchel and the large floppy hat on your head you'd bought specifically to hide your face as you made your way into the hotel and you were off for your adventure, trepidation buzzing around your insides and threatening to derail your purpose.
Your friends had paid and you figured you were already past a normal hotel refund window, so paying them back would mean picking up a few extra shifts on top of your already hectic university schedule. Besides, you didn't want to disappoint them. They were so curious to know if the stories that were starting to pop-up on Tumblr did any justice to the experience. You really couldnât imagine this was anything more than some extremely well put together costumes and perhaps use of silicon implements, which had you really wondering about sanitation, but whatever.
The cab pulled up at the hotel entrance and a petite woman with a pixie cut stepped forward to open the door and help you out. She gave a warm smile with no hint of derision or teasing about the hat as she welcomed you sincerely and led you through the front doors, depositing you at the registration desk.
"Enjoy your stay!" she beamed at you, with a conspiratorial wink before heading back out to, you assumed, await the next guest.
You called out a thanks after her, then turned to the front desk attendant, who welcomed you by name.
"You have the only check in slot at this time," he answered your unspoken question with a kind smile. "We stagger arrival on purpose to ensure privacy for our guests. Especially first time visits. We have you booked in the Deep Forest Suite for the next two hours, and it looks like you requested the basket add on. That will be waiting for you in the room. Since it is your first time, we just need you to sign a few waivers and I'll run through the hotel safety rules for you. A copy has also been sent to your email, if you want to check them during your stay. But also, rest assured, your host is well versed and knows exactly how to keep you safe. You are in good hands here, I promise."
Every word spoken carefully and with respect, every inflection designed to put your worries at ease. If you had butterflies going in, you'd never know it now. You had taken notice of the lush and inviting lobby, dark wood furniture covered in rich velvet, chandeliers and wall sconces casting a warm glow around you. There was nothing menacing or untoward, nothing like you had expected, even after seeing the interior photos online. You'd experienced marketing ploys before. This wasn't glue disguised as milk or fries on toothpicks to stand up straight in the box or a long angle shot of the tiniest pool ever. Everything so far was exactly as depicted and you were impressed.
Then you remembered the photo of your host and had to swallow hard. You had assumed it was a doctored image, maybe some unique lighting to draw attention. But if the decor was real, then maybe he was too. The rules were oddly specific for an experience with a guy in a costume.
Maybe everything you had assumed about the nature of this hotel was wrong.Â
"Everything okay?" the clerk asked with a furrowed brow. "Is there something worrisome about the rules?"
"Oh. No. No everything is fine. I'm just..." you trailed off. Nervous wasn't the right word. Nor were you embarrassed, as you thought you would be. The door attendant, the desk clerk...neither had made you feel anything but welcome and safe and not self-conscious at all.
"It's perfectly reasonable to feel a little apprehension your first time. If it makes you feel better, you should know: you actually can opt out at any time. We do have to retain a portion of the room fee, but a partial refund is available. Should you change your mind."
"That's nice to know, thank you. I think I'll be okay."
"Then let's get you to your room,â he clapped his hands together with a mirth. â427. Elevator is down the hall and there are directional signs, but I'm happy to escort you if you'd like."
"I think I'll manage, but thank you."
As he placed the key in your possession and sent you on your way, the reality sunk in a little deeper. Weighed down by the heavy iron key in your hand as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped down the hall to your room, you could no longer deny what was about to occur.
You were headed into the wolf's den.
The door unlocked with a satisfying click as you turned the iron key. You were transported to a lush forest setting when you stepped into the room. Or as close as you could get indoors, anyway. A carpet of deep, soft green lay on the floor beneath your feet, and you immediately slipped out of your shoes to feel the cool material on your skin. It was impossibly silky, smooth, and comforting.
Large potted fir and pine plants lined the walls and stood in corners. At least a few held miniature deciduous trees and some with limbs stretching across the ceiling. You finally let your eyes fall on the chunky, four-poster bed, the legs, head- and foot-boards crafted of smooth finished logs you might find in a high-end cabin or ski chalet and covered in a thick feather mattress wrapped in luxurious blankets and piled high with pillows.
A picnic basket sat prim and proper on the coffee table nestled between two plump, overstuffed chairs and you had just reached out to peek beneath the deep red cloth when the door closed softly behind you and a throat cleared.
"I hope I haven't startled you."
You turned and gasped as you took in the sight of one of the largest, and, for lack of a better description because your brain was starting to fail you, manliest men you'd ever set eyes on. His photograph might have been deceptive, but only because it didn't do him justice. He wore a thick, blue cable knit sweater and dark gray cargo pants that seemed to mold around his thighs. He was barefoot, which surprised you a little, but then who were you to judge at the moment?
You caught his smirk as you lifted your gaze to appreciate the rugged beard and full head of chocolate curls that framed his face, offsetting mesmerizing blue eyes.
"I'm Walter," he offered you his hand as he spoke your name with a gentle growl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You're not..." you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how eager you'd found yourself. "Forgive me. That may have been a rude way to start."
"It's okay," he chuckled. "This isn't the form you signed up for, but I've found it more enjoyable to at least meet in this state. If I bounded in here all claws and snarls, we wouldn't have a chance to speak first. And I prefer to have at least a quick chat, if that's okay with you."
"It's fine," you whispered, your throat dry though your mouth was watering.
Walter stepped past you and reached a large mitt into the basket to pull out a bottle of water.
"Would you like to talk with me a bit?" he asked, offering you the bottle. Your eyes lingered on the basket, though, curious what else might be in there. The amenity said âFantasy Basketâ, so it could have just been a riff on the hotel name, but still, you had assumedâŠ
âDid you not get a chance to peek before I arrived?â he asked as you took a sip of water.
âNo. Do you know whatâs in there?â
âI do,â another chuckle, deeper and darker than before. âDo you want to know now, or later?â
âWe donât have a lot of time, do we?â you asked, suddenly aware and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you didnât need more than a few hours to get the lay of the land. Literally, you snorted at your internal joke.
âSomething funny?â
âLay of the land,â you replied with a grin and as he laughed with you, you caught sight of his canines. They seemed a little longer than when you saw them in his first grin. At the moan that slipped from your throat, he darkened again.
âThat it will be.â
You gasped and squeezed your thighs, clenching at the reverberation in his voice. Something had changed from even just the moment before when heâd entered the room. Aside from the physical appearance, you sensed a shift in the air, something wavering in the ether around you. A heat crept from your core to your cheeks, through your spine and settled into your chest. You were breathless.
âHow do weâŠum, how does this start?â
âWeâve already started, havenât we?â he replied, a little mysteriously. âSit with me?â
What made you drop to the floor beneath you instead of onto the comfortable looking seat, you couldnât say, but here you were resting back on your heels as you took another drink of water from the glass bottle in your hand.
âI was going to suggest the chairs, but if you prefer the ground, Iâm happy to say I do too.â
Walter stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground beside you, one knee splayed wide and almost touching yours, the other knee bent with an elbow draped over it as he leaned toward you. You could swear you caught him sniffing the air.
âI donât know what to say,â you spoke with caution, suddenly overwhelmed. The day was just becoming a series of flip-flops in your mind as you imagined yourself, sometimes bold and determined to experience what you could, then timid and nervous as the reality overcame you. Once at ease and open, now shy and reserved.
âThatâs okay,â Walter replied. âThe better for me to begin.â
Why did that sound like such a familiar phrase? You took another drink and nodded for him to continue.
âIâd like to continue our time together by undressing you, one way or another. You have a choice, which you can leave to me if youâd like. I can do it now, in this form,â he paused, cocked his head to one side, then the other as he cracked his neck. âOr I can shift, in your presence or not, and do it that way.â
What did he mean by âshiftâ? Surely, he must mean change. As in undress and don a mask. But then you remembered his teeth, somehow longer. And you thought about the subtle way the atmosphere seemed to shimmer and transport you and you wondered if he really did mean âshift.â
âThat sounds like two choices,â you whispered and caught his grin, canines even longer than before.
âPerceptive. I like it. Need a few moments?â
âWhat happens after IâmâŠI mean, I know what happens, I guess⊠but just, like, howâŠâ you trailed off, not really sure what you were asking.
âWeâre playing a game here, really. Thatâs all. It can be as simple or intricate as youâd like, though, youâre right. Our time is ticking away.â
âYou do it.â You rushed, barely letting him finish his response.Â
âHere orâŠ?â
âIâll close my eyes.â The thought of watching his shift, though intriguing, also made you wonder if it would make you more nervous than you already suddenly found yourself again. Maybe it was better to just jump in and get started, as much as you were also enjoying speaking with Walter in his human form.Â
âWhy donât you take the basket into the bathroom? Pick out whatever intrigues you for use and come out when youâre ready. Iâll shift before you return. Sound okay?â
You nodded and he helped you to stand, then handed you the basket and gently urged you toward the bathroom door. Before he let go of your arm, he stepped in close, slipping his hand over yours and pressing it to his chest as he tugged you toward him.Â
âDo you mind if I give you one kiss this way before we meet next? You can say no, but itâs nice, I think, a good way to gauge your interest.â
Did he somehow think you werenât interested? How had you hidden the drool from him? Youâd been too quiet, clearly. Mesmerized by everything that had happened already in such a short time and youâd lost your voice, unable to truly communicate your desire. You were ruining everything, obviously.
âIâd like to kiss you very much,â you admitted, peering up into his eyes, which you now noticed were not the 100% blue youâd originally thought. Was this man really about to change shape? Did it matter? It didnât matter in the least as far as how well he could kiss you, because while you were contemplating the genetics of the man in front of you, he was leaning down to capture your lips in what started as a chaste, closed mouth peck that grew steadily more intense as you felt his free arm slip up your back to settle a hand against the nape of your neck while yours slipped around his waist and urged him closer, as if you were guided by some unknown force. You felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him as if youâd known him your whole life.
With your hand still pressed against his sternum, you could feel his heart beat faster as each second passed and the kiss grew more heated. When he pulled away you actually whined.
âIâm glad to see you are interested,â he teased with a grin before he spun you toward the door again and pressed you inside. âNow hop on in and donât take too long. I want to treat you for as long as I can.â
The bathroom was just as sumptuous as the main room. A dark tiled shower took up one entire wall of the room and you couldnât tell if the color was black or just the deepest forest green youâd ever seen. Instead of a curtain or sliding door, a glass panel separated the shower from the rest of the room with an opening opposite the brass water valves to step in. What you imagined must be a rain shower head jutted out from the ceiling. You didnât want to waste any more of your precious time, but wondered if thereâd be any left to enjoy this shower when all was said and done. The rest of the bathroom fixtures and amenities would have to wait for inspection, since you needed to pay attention to your basket. You set it on the veined marble counter and finally lifted the cloth completely off.Â
Only the cloth wasnât exactly a cloth. It was a cape, tucked neatly on top of a few more bottles of water, a small loaf of bread, some cut cheeses and fruit in a covered bowl. And that was it for the tame picnic items.
You pulled a short, white peasant dress trimmed in lace and a red apron with black satin ribbon criss-crossing the front out of the basket, along with what appeared to be a pair of black fishnet stockings and thought of Walterâs comments. Were you expected to change or only if you wanted this part of the experience? Finally, you noticed a few heavy leather straps and as you pulled them from the basket you realized they must be meant as restraints, but for whom? You or him? You also noticed a distinct lack of silicon implements.
You heard a rustle of some sort outside the bathroom door, reminding you that Walter was waiting and time was fleeting and you really needed to make a decision about how you wanted to enter the room again. Walter had suggested you take the basket with you. And he was going to be ⊠different when you saw him again, wasnât he? And you had asked him to undress you. Maybe he anticipated that undressing would be ⊠vigorous. What if this costume was meant for that? You had brought a change of clothes but didnât think youâd be leaving here with one less outfit in your already sparse wardrobe.
Your mind made up, you stripped quickly and donned the outfit, amazed at how simple the apron was to slip over your head, then pull the satin ties tight with your own hand. You always imagined an intricate article of intimate clothing like this would take so much more effort. Maybe it would be something youâd feel comfortable and confident enough to do outside this hotel someday.
For now, you were drawn back into the moment with a thud on the door and a low growl that sounded like âCome out.â
You finished dressing, wrapping the cape around your neck and drawing up the hood. You still werenât wearing shoes, so you could feel the ground through the wide gaps of the fishnets as you stepped back into the room, picnic basket on your arm. It felt different. More uneven. Crunchy leaves crackled beneath as you stepped onto what now felt like real grass, fading to dirt, fading to ground littered with pine needles and dry leaves. Ferns peaked out from the tree trunks. And a supermoon shone overhead.
This was not your room. It was on the other side of the bathroom door, to be fair, but this was not the room youâd stepped into 20 minutes ago. And yet, how could it be anything but? A twig snapped to your left and drew your attention as you realized you didnât see Walter. Youâd thought heâd be right outside the door, waiting for you, maybe in a chair, maybe on the bed. But you didnât see him, only his clothes folded neatly on the table where your picnic basket had been. Suddenly, you felt a rush of air next to you.
âWhat are you doing here, little one?â
You had a hard time deciding what to focus on as the words were spoken. The actual choice of the words themselves, which harkened back to that story that drifted through the tendrils of your mind, whispering âYou know me?â Or the rough, low way those words tumbled from him, hungry and full of want. Was this the game?
âYour voice sounds so strange, Walter. Is everything okay?â you asked, plucking the words from the cobwebs in your head.
âI think I just swallowed some water wrong.â
You took a deep breath and turned, ready to catch him, ready to see. He was glorious and you were awestruck. It took a few moments of taking in the sight of his body, arms slightly elongated, up on the balls of his feet, hair that looked like chocolate silk covering his body but not in a way that you couldnât see the tone and definition of his skin underneath, nose and mouth pulled forward, ears up. Ears up.
âWalter, what big ears you have,â you cooed, reaching up to touch them, though waiting for the assent in his eyes. When you could see he would allow it, you brushed your fingers along the back side, then scratched a little in the crease where they met his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. His eyes.
âWalter, what big eyes you have,â your voice a bit lower, sultry, as if the confidence youâd lost earlier had found its way back to you. He opened them and youâd have sworn sparks flew as his deep blue eyes pierced yours before you saw him drag his gaze over your face, down your neck, back and forth between your breasts, unfortunately still covered. He must have felt the same because he didnât linger on the clothes, but when he reached your thighs, clad in the black hose he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Sharp teeth.
âWalter,â you teased. âWhat big teeth you have.â
âThe better to eat you with, my dear,â he growled and pounced, swatting the picnic basket to the ground before lifting you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. He only needed a few steps before he could toss you back onto the plump bed. Your cape hood dropped off your head and your dress skirt hiked up a little, but not like it mattered.Â
Walter was between your legs, nudging your thighs wide with his own as he folded himself over you, arms caging your head. With a snarl, he began to nuzzle down your neck, sniffing along the way.
âYou smell good,â he grunted as he drew a paw over your chest. âSmelled you from the moment I walked in the room, but I wanted to be closer. Like this.â
You peered down towards his hand and noticed the sharp claw of what should be an index finger drawn back and ready to slice through the black satin down your breast. The apron draped to your sides as easily as youâd put it on, practically one handed, and it was gone now. You didnât really care if the white dress met the same fate as the apron, but the cape was quality. Surely there was no need to ruin it. You reached to untie the bow at your neck just as Walter sliced easily through the front of the dress. The rip as he reared back and grabbed a side of split fabric in both hands to finish the job was satisfying.Â
Since youâd decided to just leave off the bra and panties for the sake of time, you were now left like an unwrapped package on the bed, intricately woven stretchy black thread the only thing sitting between you and Walter. Your chest was heaving and so was his. And since he was now up on his knees instead of bent over you, you had a chance to glance away from his face toward his hips and you had to bite your lip.Â
He was huge. Like, possibly not gonna fit huge. He must have seen the hesitation on your face.
âDonât worry,â came the sound as he dropped back off the bed, knelt on the floor, hooked his arms under your thighs, and tugged you to the edge of the bed. You felt his nuzzle against the skin of your belly, the warm, wet air of his exhale trailing down your side, into the crook of your thigh, and finally settling right on top of your cunt. He was so deft as he slipped a finger into your slit, then cut the thread between your legs as he pulled the finger free, widening the hole to give him greater access.
The noises you made could absolutely be interpreted as nothing other than consent, but you wanted to make sure he didnât stop, as the contract said he could if he had any doubt about your permission. There could be no doubt.
âPlease, donât stop. Put your mouth on me. Make me cum.â
There was the slightest of huffs, as if he was smiling the briefest of victory smiles, before his assail began. It was measured, it was slow, it was a thorough gathering of information. It was infuriating. As you were about to open your impatient mouth and remind him that the clock was ticking the minutes away, like the insufferable bitch she was, he shifted tactics.
Every little nuance heâd taken note of, every amount of pressure and length of lick that produced some desired effect was now fortified. This was the only thing he did. And at a brisker rate, as if heâd calculated the pleasure youâd derived at the low speed and determined the exponential pleasure youâd get from the real speed.Â
They had not put mathematical genius in his bio, but here you were getting eaten alive better than anyone had ever done it before. And you dared say, maybe after. This could get expensive.
When you couldnât take it anymore, when you were afraid the remaining time had to be expired because you kept awakening from mind bending bliss to find him still lapping and sucking at your pussy as if he just got started and how long had it been, my gods, you grabbed hold of the curly hair around his head and tugged as you begged.
âStop. Stop,â you were breathless. âWalter, please stop. Itâs so good. Itâs too good. I donât want you to stop but we have to stop. My time must be up, I have to go.â
His laugh wasnât cruel, but it was sinister âWe have time. Donât worry. I made sure.â
You didnât dare look at the clock. Your gaze was locked into his anyway, whites of his eyes replaced by a deep, lustful red. He held your stare while dragging his tongue and snout along your heated skin.
He slipped an arm under your waist, tugging your torso in one direction as he stepped a hind leg up to nudge your hips in the other. He settled in between your legs once he had you parallel to the edge of the bed. You threw your arms over your head as he caressed your outer thigh, coaxing it around his waist while bending to savor the scent you'd released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved again to climb over your body.
You were aching for him, arching into the heat radiating from the closeness of his form. As you reached for his neck to pull him even closer, you realized why he'd kissed you before the turn. It would be awkward now to put your mouth on his. The shape didn't lend itself to an easy slotting of lips against one another, though you yearned for the recent memory.
As if he could sense your desire, he leaned in and nuzzled against your neck, behind your ear, then along your throat. He pushed your chin up with his muzzle to bare your pulse to him and then he nipped.
You whimpered at the sensation and even as he licked to soothe it, he did it again, a little harder, just shy of breaking skin.
"Please," you begged, eager to feel the power, though you knew it was strictly forbidden and you trusted he did as well.
His growl was full of bravado, as if he was proud to have you begging him to break the rules.
"You wanna get me in trouble?" Walter grumbled in your ear as he ran his paws up and down your body, dragging his claws carefully over your skin. He snarled when they snagged on the stockings and looked to you for approval before he tore them away from your legs completely.
"If you can't bite me, then at least mate me," you pleaded, knowing full well he couldn't do that either but you were too far gone to care. It would at least get him thinking about sinking his cock in you one way or another.
He reached for the drawer of the heavy wooden night stand and produced a few foil packets, dropping all but one on the bedside table and handing you the last, prompting an eyebrow raised in question from you. His response was measured, as if he struggled to control something deep inside.
"You have another choice to make," he began with a low rumble as he sought understanding in your eyes. "I can't mate you directly and I'm sure you know that. I have access to...toys, equipment that would allow you to feel that sensation, but it won't be me. If instead, you're willing to use protection with me, I will gladly fill you up."
If he wouldn't go bare, so be it. He wiggled his claws as you attempted to hand him the packet, sure you'd make a debacle of trying to sheath the monster between his legs.
"Just to be safe, you'd better do it. These are pretty sharp. That ok?" he grunted at you in question.
You nodded and scooted out from under him, up the bed so you had a little leverage. He kept a knee on the mattress as he stood tall from his other hind leg still on the floor and waited for you to tear the package and roll the condom down his cock.
"Is there anything special I need to do to make it fit?" you asked, vaguely aware of how ridiculous the question sounded but eager nonetheless to get past this part and onto the one where Walter would be deep inside you, filling every inch, stroking every wall. You'd already seen the size, but forgotten your initial trepidation thanks to the glorious head he'd given you.
Surely, no standard drugstore rubber would cover it. His huff was kind, and you could swear you saw the twinkle of a smile in his eyes as he answered.
"We bring them in special. They're designed for a ... more substantial, and sometimes even exotic, need. But if you know how to use one, you know how to use them all. Still alright?"
You nodded with a smile, and set to work, letting the heft and feel of his member draw you back into your haze of lust and desire now that logistics were out of the way. You worked the rubber over his girth and found yourself imagining what it would be like to have him split you in two. You couldn't wait and he could tell.
"So eager," he grumbled as he grasped your shoulders and eased you onto your back.
You thought about trying to tame your excitement, but to what end? For a brief moment the thought that you surely didn't have much more time left flitted through your mind and then you let the excitement and anticipation take over.
"Please take me now," you begged and captured the side of your lower lip with your teeth as you once again pictured the incoming pleasure.
"If anything feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop," he murmured in your ear as he lowered himself over you. "Say 'woodsman' and I stop. Understood?"
He pulled back to find your reply and when he had his confirmation he didn't hold back any further. As if no time had passed between when he had coaxed so much moisture from your core and now, you were still dripping for him when he grabbed ahold of his thick member and placed the tip at your entrance.
Any other man would have slid in easily, but Walter wasn't any other man and he knew it. Once the tip breached your aching pussy, he carefully nudged a knuckle alongside, pressing in and loosening the way. You spread your legs wider for him and willed your walls to relax, though they wouldn't.
Remembering what he said during the exchange about the condom, you pulled a hand off his shoulder, down his furry chest, and in between your bodies, reaching for the spot where you were connected. The growl he let out when he realized what you were doing was invigorating and spurred you on.
You watched him bend his head down so he could take in the sight of you stroking him a few times before you began to massage the folds at your entrance. You let your fingers tease your clit and when you couldn't stand it any longer, a time which you were sure had already passed, you split your index and middle finger and gently coaxed your opening wider.
As he felt the ease, Walter sank ever deeper until he was bottomed out and pressed as far in as he could. You saw stars, immediately, and loosened even more, coating him with warmth and juices that helped his movements.
In another time, with another man, that may have been it. Most men, if they even took the time to draw an orgasm from you through the missionary position, would collapse in almost relief as soon as you came, spending their load and ending the night then and there.
But you'd already established Walter was no mere man. He took your sigh as his cue to help you feel that way again and again. And when he couldn't tear another orgasm from you in this position, no matter how hard he pumped or how high he got your legs over his head, he pulled out and flipped you to all fours and slammed back in from behind, eager to wrench at least one last shout of pleasure from your lips before he spilled his seed in the condom and sent you to your belly with a slap on your ass as he withdrew from you entirely.
"Am I charged extra for that?" you mustered the energy to ask once he'd returned from the bathroom. You peeled one exhausted eye open to see he was back to his human form, though still completely unclothed and you wondered if anyone was lucky enough to enjoy that experience as well.
"Sorry?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.
"Does this place charge by the volume? Was there a limit to the number of orgasms allowed? I imagine it has to be like the extra mini-bar charges they tack onto your bill when you check out of any other hotel, right?"
His laugh was deep and infectious. It reverberated through the room and your chest as he climbed into the bed beside you with the bowl of cheese and fruit in one hand and the bread in the other.
"We don't have a limit. You can have as many as you want. Care for a snack? Get your energy back?â Walter took the time to feed you small bites while your boneless body slowly recovered.
"We have to be so far over my time limit. Am I about to turn into a pumpkin now?" you asked after swallowing a final bite of bread.
Walter laughed again and it warmed your heart. Maybe he was just a really good actor, but nothing so far had rang false, so why would he try to fake this? He thought you were funny.
"No, nothing so drastic. But if you do want to rinse off before checkout, you should get a move on. I could carry you if you're still not up to moving just yet?"
You nodded, and as if you weighed nothing, Walter lifted you from the bed and deposited you in the shower cabin, away from the shower head while he fiddled with the water faucet. Once the steam began to rise, he pulled you in with him and helped you lather up and rinse off, careful to keep your hair away from the spray as best he could. Then he dried you off with a fluffy towel and helped you dress in your extra set of clothes, before tucking the cape in your bag with your original outfit.
"It's part of the basket fee," he answered your unasked question with a ridiculous wink. "If you book it again, they'll give you a discount, but you'll have to remember to bring it with you."
As you stepped out of the bathroom, the room again appeared as it did when you first entered what felt like hours ago. Surely more than two. Walter could sense your confusion.
âThe hotel has some special features we donât actually advertise,â he offered, as he pulled on his pants. âWe use them at our discretion, but it means you get an experience unlike others. This room, for example, truly can transform into a deep forest. And I like to stretch the time here, especially for newcomers. When you walk out into that hall, itâll be two hours since your arrival. Weâve been here for longer though. But do me a favor, wouldja? Keep that to yourself?âÂ
You nodded and smiled, appreciative of his special treatment, then took one last look around the room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Walter walked you to the door and gave you a final kiss goodbye.
âI do hope everything was to your satisfaction. Hopefully, youâll come back sometime,â he grinned at you as you stumbled backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn away from his gorgeous face. You were absolutely going to figure out a way to pick up some extra shift and make your way back to this hotel again if it killed you.
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My Innocent Snowdrop ~ Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader
Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.
The wolves never strayed away from the North - Y/N told herself, staring up at the head of her father, rotting on that wretched pike. He should have rejected the spot as the Hand of the King - Look where it got him and all the men that came with them. Septa Mordaneâs head was also there, staring up at the Sun⊠And poor Jayne Poole, being imprisoned and⊠Lord knows what is being done to her.
Lady was dead, Nymeria and Meria, Y/Nâs direwolf, were long since away from their premises. All the Stark wolves were very much dispersed all over Westeros, with Sansa and Y/N the only unfortunate souls licking each otherâs wounds in Kingâs Landing.
Y/N would think hard, if there was any good memory she had of this forsaken place. Perhaps the time that she saw Arya being taught how to âdanceâ by the master. The castle, the courtyard⊠Maybe everything except for the flower gardens was completely awful - Just like the stench of Fleaâs Bottom. A good memory would be when she cheered for Sandor Clegane during the journey for Prince Joffreyâs name day⊠While he was still Prince, at least. He was such a good man, despite that rough exterior he puts out - Though Sansa was afraid to even look at him, Y/N always felt safe around him. Ironically, the same could be said about Tyrion, the Lannister dwarf with that silver tongue and cheek to match him. She could could count on her fingers the amount of times he had saved her and Sansa from danger - And she wouldnât have enough hands.
She missed the North so much. That harsh cold was soothing, and the whipping wind was a caress. She wanted to hear the lullaby of the forest and the beauty of the fauna and flora around. She wanted to feel the fluffy snow under her feet again, and see her North lights with her old friend, the bastard of Dreadfort. She was glad that her parents had no idea she would meet up with Ramsay Snow every fortnight, in the Wolfâs Woods - He might have been the craziest psychopath, she thought, but she hadnât felt more alive than when they were running with their canine companions through the frozen forests.
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summary:Â your first attendance of a huge feast is bothersome, alone and inexperienced as you are. until the eyes of a certain prince won't stop following you.
pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader
word count: 4.5k
warnings:Â 18+ content; no use of y/n; virginity/innocence kink; implied age gap (oberyn is in his early 40s, reader early 20s); fingering; unprotected p in v; creampie; some biting
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Oberyn had been watching her all night already, his dark eyes following the shape of her wherever she went. Between the bustle of the people, her bright orange glowing dress like the sun, rising and settling as she appeared and disappeared, standing around like she didnât know what to do with herself.
It was adorable, a smirk gracing his features as he watched her wring her hands, smiling sheepishly when someone approached her.Â
So innocent.
He could see the nervousness on her face from where he sat, the uncertainty, clearly not used to people approaching her.
He could see the heavy rise and fall of her chest, exposed by the deep cut of her garments.
Taking another sip of his wine, Oberyn stood, deciding now was his time.
The festivities had been going on for a while, and even though he had planned on celebrating with a group of people in his bedchambers later, she had thrown those plans into the wind the second he set sight on her.
Something just intrigued him, maybe it was the innocence she seemed to harbour, maybe it was her beauty.
Whatever it was, he had to know more, waiving away another woman that approached him with a polite smile, then walking over to the mysterious woman.
She looked around nervously, playing with the rings on her hands as people passed by her, some stopping to talk to her.
Feeling incredibly out of place at this feast, her first big one, she didn't quite know what to do. Her parents were somewhere, as were her siblings.
The lords trying to speak to her made her feel uneasy, knowing she was supposed to find a possible suitor at some point, but wanting nothing more than to flee this place.
In fact, she was thinking about just leaving, when she was approached again.
Tall, dark haired and handsome. The Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell.
She had seen him at his table, stealing a glance every once in a while and looking away when his dark eyes caught hers.
And now he stood in front of her, flashing her a wide smile.
âMy Prince.â She said, curtsying as well as she could, perhaps a little clumsily.Â
Out of everything she had expected to happen today, she did not expect for him to approach her.
âDo you intend to sulk in the shadows all night, my dove?â
She blinked up at him, once again playing with the rings on her fingers.
âI have not been sulking.â A frown graced her face, a slight tremble in her voice. His presence was intimidating, but different from the other people who had approached her. âI have been observing.â
Oberyn chuckled, taking a small step closer to her, watching her step back just a little in return. So close to her, he could practically feel the nervosity radiating off of her, trying to hold eye contact before they moved away again, looking at anything but him.
âObserving by turning down all lords and ladies who approach you?â He said, watching her fingers stop for just a moment, as if she had been caught, before fiddling with her rings again. âI must admit, I have been watching you for a while - you are the only lady not dancing, not talking to anyone. Just standing in your corner, sometimes moving to follow the servants for a drink or something to eat.â
She stayed quiet. Had she been that noticeable? Just by standing around, hoping for a saving grace?
âI assume this to be your first attendance at a feast this big, am I correct, my dove?â
That nickname.
It made her feel warm, a different kind of warmth than the Dornish weather. Running through her in an unfamiliar fashion, her veins like molten metal, a strange feeling moving up her spine..
âYes, my Prince.â She said, nodding, but not looking at him.
Oberyn noticed how she became more nervous, smirking at the display in front of him.
âMy parents have kept me from them for long, I was only ever allowed to attend small ones.â She continued, sighing. âIt is quite overwhelming. I am inexperienced in these kinds of things.â
Her words made him inhale sharply through his nose, still smiling.
If she was inexperienced in this, what else was she inexperienced in?
He had wanted her before, but now the desire for her burned even brighter. Oberyn wanted to show her the things her parents have undoubtedly sheltered her from.
To keep their daughter pure for a potential suitor.
âI understand, my dove. Would you perhaps allow me to accompany you to a place more quiet?â
Usually, he did not beat around the bush when it came to a potential partner for the night.
But it was different with her. If he was blunt he would simply chase her away.
She didnât look at him, thinking about his question.
All the other men and women that had asked before had made her feel uneasy. Unsure why they wanted to whisk her away, promising a better night someplace else.
But the Prince of Dorne? He made her feel different. A heat and a pressure in her abdomen that she never felt before.
She knew of the rumours, that he took many partners, for whatever they did. Yet, as he stood in front of her, charming smile and good looks, she felt herself drawn to him.
Oberyn reached out, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look up at him. âI asked you a question, my dove.â
His fingers on her chin made her still, just looking up at him with her big eyes, lips slightly parted. The touch made that pressure worse, breath hitching in her throat.
âMy Prince, Iâm-â She stumbled over her words, unsure what to answer.
He just chuckled, a sigh leaving him. âYou are quite easily flustered, my dove. Come with me, please.â
Holding out his arm for her to take, he hoped she would. Such an innocent, pretty thing. There was something so endearing about the way she was behaving.
She swallowed hard, looking from his face to his arm, hesitating for a moment. Something drew her to him, and after another moment, she hooked her arm into his with a nervous smile.
Oberyn walked her away from the feast, the noises dying down behind them as they walked the long corridors.
âWhat did the other lords and ladies ask of you, my dove?âÂ
She sighed, glad to be away from the bustle in the halls, but feeling uncertain now, a throbbing at the apex of her thighs distracting her.
âThey wished to take me away for some fun. Iâm unsure what they meant exactly.â She didnât look at him, too nervous to meet his dark, piercing eyes.Â
It was intimidating, she had never been in the presence of a man other than her father or her brothers alone. She knew how to behave, for the most part, but nonetheless was it a little scary.
Oberyn smirked, looking down to her, seeing how she only stared at the floor or ahead of them.Â
âYou did not know what they were implying?â He asked, a bit amused but genuinely curious. âMy little dove, you must be younger than I thought or your parents simply were too careless with your education.â
She remained quiet, her cheeks growing hot.Â
A sense of shame washed over her, that he thought she was too young. It was as if her friends were with her, giggling and whispering because of something she didnât understand.
And when she asked, they never explained, finding it too amusing to laugh and belittle her.
There was something she was missing out on, and she hated not knowing what.
âMy dove, you do not have to be ashamed.â He said, his other hand coming to gently rest on hers. âIf you wish, I could show you.â
He had been right about the assumptions of her being a virgin, too innocent for her own good.
Walking next to her, he felt something else besides the desire for her, a need to protect.
As if he was the only one allowed to show her, that anyone else would simply take advantage of this fact.
Now her eyes met his, brows furrowed.Â
âShow me?â She echoed his words. âHow? What exactly?â
Oberyn just smiled, eyes leaving hers to look at the guards standing by the door of his chambers.
He stopped, not too far away from the door, looking back at her.
âDo you wish for me to show you, my dove?â He asked, brushing back a strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear. âIf not, I understand.â
She should be wary. Despite him being the Prince of Dorne, she should think about this. But she was curious, so curious about what this thing was that she had been missing out on.
And there was still that feeling inside of her.
âYes, my Prince.â She said with a small nod. âI am curious, please.â
He chuckled, his knuckles brushing over her cheek. âPlease, call me Oberyn, my dove.â
Moving along, the guards allowed them to enter, the heavy door falling shut behind them. Oberyn let go of her arm, walking over to a table to pour himself some wine, then offering her a cup.
She took it with a small nod, taking in his quarters. They were richly decorated, the bed massive.
Just how she would imagine it, if she had ever spent time on that before meeting him.
Taking a sip of her wine, Oberyn laid a hand on her waist with a gentle smile, pulling her closer to him.
âMost people stare when they first come here.â He said, his hand wandering up and down her side. âDonât be nervous, little dove.â
She nodded, swallowing hard. That was easier said than done, the heat inside her becoming unbearable at this point.
His hand on her side felt like it was burning her, even through the thin fabric of her gown. Like it was hot coals placed on her.
âHave you ever been kissed, my dove?â He asked suddenly, eyes searching hers. Pulling her just a little closer to him.
She shook her head no, slowly. Heart beating in her throat, he was so close to her.Â
She could feel the warmth of him, twirling the cup of wine in her hand.
âWould you allow me to?â
There was some hesitation inside her, her hands stilling. Should she allow him to? She wanted to, somehow.
Often had she imagined what it felt like, kissing someone.
Her answer came in the form of a nod, her head barely moving.
Oberyn smiled, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.
âOh, my little dove.â
Despite his growing desire, he moved gently, bending down to place his lips onto hers. The small gasp that left her made him chuckle, his other hand coming to rest on her hip and pull her hips flush against his.
She stiffened beneath his touch, liking the way his lips felt on hers, surprisingly soft, while his beard and moustache tickled her skin. Holding onto her cup tightly, she closed her eyes, humming when he deepened the kiss and she tried to match his movements, clumsy and inexperienced.
When he parted from her, she chased after him, opening her eyes when she couldnât. Oberyn laughed at that, staying close to her, his thumb brushing over her cheek.
She looked adorable, the way she greedily breathed in air, lips slightly parted. Still too nervous, too stiff.
âWhat do you think, my dove?â He asked, leaning closer again so their noses were almost touching. âWould you like for me to show you more? There is quite an array of things I could assist you with.â
His fingers curled into her hip, and when she nodded, he only smiled wider.
âI promise to be gentle, my dove. A beauty such as you needs to be handled with care.â
She didnât know what he meant, but it didnât matter, because as soon as he kissed her again, more eager this time, her mind went blank.
His hand briefly left her hip to take the cup from her hands, placing it on the table next to them, before it was back, pulling her against his chest and making her gasp.
Letting his tongue glide against hers at the opportunity, Oberyn heard her muffled moan, relishing in the sweet sound.
The way she tried to kiss him back was delightful, so tender and new, trying to keep up with him.
Slowly he manoeuvred her back towards the bed, having to hold onto her waist as her steps became unsure, stumbling backwards once, her cheeks glowing even hotter.
The throbbing only became more intense, and when they reached the bed and he gently pushed her to sit at the foot of it, she squeezed her thighs together, looking for relief.
There was a wetness now that felt foreign to her.
Oberyn noticed, amused at the display.
âAre you aching, my dove?â He asked, his hands coming to the belt tied around his waist.
Aching.
It did hurt, but in a different way. Not like a bruise or a cut.
She nodded. âA little. My Prince- Oberyn, what- I donât understand what is happening.â
Poor thing. Her parents had done a horrible job to prepare their daughter.
To leave her in the dark at such an age.
She watched him undo his belt, letting it fall to the floor before motioning for her to move further back to the middle of the bed.
âYouâre aroused, my dove. You feel the need for cock.â He explained, shedding his robe, then crawling over her. âHave you seen a cock before, little dove?â
Her mouth went dry as she watched him undress, now only clad in a dark orange tunic and his breeches.Â
Aroused.
Of course. But was she really aroused by him? In need of his cock?
She nodded, and she could see a flash of surprise grace his features.Â
âIn the bathhouses, yes.â She tried to hold his gaze, now hovering over her and letting his hand glide down her side. âFrom afar.â
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, then her neck, hearing the breathy moan spill from her lips, feeling her back arch slightly.
âIn the bathhousesâŠâ He repeated in a whisper, still some amusement in his voice. âYet you donât know a thing about this⊠about desire and fucking.â
The word felt vulgar, so close to her ear.
And she felt embarrassed again. That she didnât know more, that she didnât understand she was aroused just by him being near her, by him kissing her, by him hovering over her.
âDo you want me to show you, my dove? The thrill of desire?â He asked, still mouthing along her neck, gently, just feeling her as she squirmed, her own hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders. âHow to fuck?â
Her breath hitched in her throat when he sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder, a throaty moan leaving her.
âI- I do not know, Oberyn.â She stammered, fingers digging into his shoulders. The throbbing and the pressure were distracting her, just needing relief. âIt hurts, it really hurts.â
His hand moved lower, down her side and to her thigh, gathering her skirts before it dipped below them.
âI can help you, my dove.â His hand wandered between her thighs, finding her dripping already, a soft sound escaping him at the feeling. âOh, my dove. Wet and gushing like a waterfall and I have barely touched you.â
He sounded pitying almost, his fingers slipping between her folds, raising his head to watch her face when he found her clit.
A hiss left her, looking at him with wide eyes at the foreign feeling. It felt good, strange but good.
âHave you never touched yourself before? Brought yourself to the peak of pleasure?â He asked, drawing slow circles into her clit, with featherlight touches.Â
She shook her head, trying to keep her eyes open, her legs opening further.
âNever, I didnât know-â
âYou poor thing.â He cooed, kissing her.Â
When his fingers left her again, she whined in protest, one of her hands reaching out to grab his wrist.Â
She didnât even really know what was happening, simply that his touch felt good and that she wanted more.
Needed more.
The burning sensation inside her was so consuming and overwhelming while also hurting her.
âOberyn, please, continue.â She said, guiding his hand back down but he escaped her grasp.Â
âDo you know anything about this, my dove? About fucking, the feeling of something stretching you open? Feeling somebodyâs naked skin against yours?â
Stretching her open? It sounded painful, she couldnât imagine how anything could do that, and where.
But she didnât want to ask, didnât want to embarrass herself further.
She shook her head again. âNo, I donât.â
He chuckled, his hand coming up to tug one of the straps of her gown down her shoulder, then further down her arm, exposing her breast.
âMy little dove, so innocent, so pure.â A sigh left him, watching her face as he touched her breast, just lightly brushing over the hardened nipple. Nothing could have prepared him for just how much her innocence spurred him on. âI will take care of you, just allow me to do so.â
âPlease, please, Oberyn.â She whined, desperate. His hand felt good on her, back arching off the bed and into his touch, her head thrown back as she closed her eyes.
This was what she had missed out on, something so good and intense. If only he could touch her again.
Slowly Oberyn undressed her, slipping the garment down her body and kissing each inch of newly uncovered skin. Taking in how she whined and moaned, took in a sharp breath or hissed at the sensation.
She felt exposed, once he sat back and pulled the gown down her legs, his dark eyes raking over her naked form as she laid before him, resisting the urge to cover herself.
So sweet and pure. And he would be the one to ruin her, to taint her beautiful body.
Thank the Gods it was him and not someone else.
âSo pretty.â He said, a hand gliding up and down her thigh, the other working open his tunic. âMy little dove, all for me to enjoy. I shall show you the heights of pleasure.â
She watched as he shed the garment, exposing his toned torso, the muscles under his skin moving. She was mesmerized, despite having seen this so many times at the bathhouses, when she came to find her siblings or her parents.
His hands moved down to his breeches, opening them just as slowly as he had done with the rest of his clothing.
âIt seems as if my little dove has found something she likes.â He chuckled, shedding the last piece of clothing, kneeling between her spread legs, just as exposed as she was.
Cock heavy and throbbing, her eyes were fixed on it.
It was bigger than what she had seen before. But she didnât know if she should mind that.
âDonât be scared, my dove.â Oberyn said, moving to hover over her again, one hand on her thigh, his cock brushing against her stomach. âIâll prepare you to take me.â
âTake me?â She asked, gasping when his hand found that sweet spot again, applying more pressure this time and leaving her breathless.
He hummed against her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin, taking in her sweet sounds.
So adorable, needing to be taught. Not knowing what pleasures awaited her.
His hand moved lower and he felt how she stiffened when one finger pressed against her hole.
âDonât be scaredâŠâ He repeated, slowly pushing a single digit in, groaning when he felt her squeeze around him, her nails digging into his shoulders with a whine.
It felt strange, his thick finger inside of her, moving in and out slowly. Yet it also felt good, her hips rolling on their own, legs opening wider.
âOberyn-â She moaned, voice breaking, the pressure inside her easing just a little.Â
His mouth found hers again, continuing to move his finger slowly, his cock twitching at the thought of burying himself inside her soon.
âTell me how it feels, little dove. You might be ready for another finger soon.â
She whined, concentrating on the foreign feeling, the stretch when he pushed a second finger in.
âIt feels good, my Prince- Oberyn.â She breathed, her mind feeling as if it was floating on a cloud, hissing when he scissored his fingers inside of her. âIt hurts a little, but it feels good.â
He chuckled, kissing her cheek and down to her jaw, then down her neck again.
âMy dove, you feel splendid, gripping my fingers so tight with your sweet cunt.â
Something inside her built, blood hot like molten metal as it rushed through her, building her higher and higher until he took his fingers from her again.
A noise of protest died in her throat, his teeth softly sinking into her shoulder.
He grinned at that, lifting his head to look at her, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a deep hum.
âFiner than any wine.â Oberyn said, positioning himself so his cock was lined up with her. âMy dove, I promise to be gentle. It may sting nonetheless.â
She nodded, drowsy and wanting nothing more than this ache to end. He said his cock would help, and so she wished for nothing more than him to enter her where his fingers just had been.
âPlease, help me relieve this ache.â She said, feeling him against her, so much thicker than his fingers.
Oberyn watched as he entered her, grunting at how tight she still was, seeing her eyes squeeze shut and take a sharp breath.
It stung, he hadnât lied about that, his lips finding hers as he pushed in further, muffling her whimpers while he buried inch after inch inside of her.
All the way until he was fully sheathed inside of her, hips flush against hers, one of his hands coming to rest on her thigh, squeezing it gently.
âIt hurts, Oberyn.â She breathed when he broke from her, looking back at him, his lips on her cheek again.
âI know, my dove. You will feel better soon, donât you worry.â
It was so new, the sensation of being filled, of him inside of her and stretching her out just as he had said.
Overwhelming, someone being so close to her, inside of her, his hot skin against hers, his soft lips on her cheeks.
The pain slowly fading into a need, the throbbing returning, as did the pressure.
Her hips moving on their own, making him chuckle, the sound vibrating against her chest.Â
âAre you sure you wish to continue already, my dove?â He asked, kissing a spot just below her ear that sent a shiver through her. âI cannot stop myself if we do, your cunt is simply too tight and inviting.â
She nodded, whispering a silent please.
So he slowly pulled back, setting a lazy rhythm of shallow thrusts, her dragged out moans like music to his ears, a little symphony written just for him as he drove back into her over and over again.
âYou feel perfect, my dove, what an honour to teach you about the pleasures of the flesh.â Oberyn groaned, his hands grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his hips, making her whimper loudly. âYou wonât find a nicer cunt than that of this little virgin dove.â
She let him move, rolling her hips, trying to meet his thrusts, that something inside her building again, becoming stronger this time.
If this really was what she had been missing out on, what she had been ridiculed for, she never wanted it to stop now that she had it.
The feeling pleasant as the ache became less and less present.
Oberyn had to hold back to not just drive into her with his entire force, losing himself in how good she felt, but still wanting this to be something good for her, as much as he desired her.
Already knowing he would seek her out again and again, her innocence far from gone, her sounds so sweet in his ears, her hands so soft as they grabbed at him, trying to find purchase on his body.
âMy dove, you are close, I can feel you.â He rasped, his movements becoming sloppier, lips dancing over her skin. âYouâre close, arenât you?â
âClose to what?â She asked, words catching on her breath, feeling something but unsure if it was what he meant.
Gods, she was so adorable.
âOh, you will see, my dove.â
His hand moved between them, finding her clit.
And with just a few movements, something snapped inside of her so suddenly and with such force that all breath left her, a strangled noise catching in her chest as her veins burned, the pressure in her abdomen released.Â
She was trembling, holding him against her tightly as he kept moving, thrusts harsher now.
âThere you are, my little dove, isnât that wonderful? The heights, the peak?â
It was a pretty sight, her face contorted in bliss and pleasure but also so shocked by what was happening to her, by these new feelings.
She could only whine, falling silent when she heard him grunt deeply into her ear, stilling above her.
Spilling himself deep inside of her before rolling off of her, not separating but rolling her with him so she came to rest on top of him.
She felt exhausted suddenly, the euphoric feelings still coursing through her veins.
And he felt solid beneath her body, catching his breath just as she did, his hands carding through her hair.
âNow, my dove, how do you feel?â He asked, watching her face as she rested on him. âAre you satisfied?â
If anyone had told her just a few hours ago that she would land in the bed of the Prince of Dorne, she would have laughed at them.
But now, it seemed quite nice.
She nodded. âI feel exhausted, but I am very grateful for what you showed me.â
A smile stretched her lips wide, he liked it. She seemed to be less nervous.
He chuckled, one hand wandering down to smooth over her back. Normally he would be far from done, already planning another round of pleasure.
But she truly seemed too exhausted by this. After all, she hadnât even known about any of this until now.
Her eyes drifted shut, but she was still awake, listening to his heartbeat.
âOh, my dove.â He said quietly, kissing the top of her head. âThere is so much more to show you, I am far from done with you.â
She felt warm at the idea, curious what else there was to discover. Her eyes felt too heavy to open them again, slowly drifting off into sleep on top of him.
Oberyn simply smiled, sighing deeply.
Yes, he was far from done.Â
There was so much to learn, so much to discover.
And he couldnât wait to see her face once he began to truly teach his little dove.
Warnings:Â non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters:Â Andy Barber
Part of the Bookstore AU
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You donât mind working evenings during the week. In the hour before closing time, itâs pretty slow. There isnât much for you to do much follow the tune of the instrumental jazz and lean on the counter behind your till. Management is hidden in the back office so you donât even need to pretend to work.
So it is that youâre startled at the unexpected figure strutting around the table of stationary and novelties across from the checkout. You stand straight as you smile at the man, not letting it falter as you recognise him. You brace yourself and swallow as your mouth runs dry. Heâs been here almost every day this week; at least, when youâve been in.
âOh, uh,â you donât notice anything in his hands aside from his cell phone, âMr. Pine isnât here, sir. Iâm sorry.â
He doesnât reply until heâs at the counter. His blue eyes bore into you as he rests his hand against the edge, gripping his phone tight. A small furrow scrunches between his brows.
âI didnât ask,â he smiles.
âWell, er, sorry, I thoughtâŠâ you chew your lip nervously. Each time heâs been in, heâs asked for the store owner. You assume he knows him. And heâs of the demographic who likes to make a fuss when he doesnât get what he wants. âSorry, I shouldnât have assumed.â
âYou shouldnât have,â he agrees, still grinning.
You squirm and run your fingertips over the keyboard. âWell, is there anything I can help you find? Weâre closing up soonââ
âYouâre trying to get me to leave?â He challenges.
âNot at all,â you croak. âSorry, sir.â
âAndy,â he pulls his hand away, instead crossing his arms and leaning his elbows on the counter. He reads your name tag, âitâs fine. I was just looking around. Figure a book might help keep me busy.âÂ
He has a very intense way of watching you. Very on the point. He speaks directly to you, but youâre more the type to focus above someone or past them.
âDo you have a favourite genre?â You prompt. Itâs easiest to talk about work and you have a dozen suggestions.
âNot really. You know, I work a lot and I never really had a chance to read much outside of deposition records,â he shrugs and raises his eyebrows, âdonât make my mistakes. Donât waste your life working overtime. Enjoy the small things. Like books, youâre never gonna find a fairytale in real life.â
You feel a bit bad for him but try not to show it. You donât want to insult it and he seems to pendulum between amiable and unapproachable. You nod and put on your customer service smile.
âOh, thanks, I guess youâre probably right,â you eke out, âdo you like thrillers? Theyâre pretty popular and weâre having a special.â
âHm, I suppose thatâs somewhere to start,â he rubs his beard, the hand clutching his phone against the counter as he leans on the same elbow, âwhat do you read?â
You give your usual answer, vague and not entirely false, âfantasy, mostly.â
âLike The Hobbit or whatever?â He wonders.
âSure, Iâve read that,â you say.
âMy wifeâ ex, now, she was a Tolkien fan,â his lips slant, âtwenty years, no kids. Got nothing to show for it.â He pushes himself straight, âIâm sorry, you caught me on a bad night. I, whatever you suggest, Iâll take it. I need something to get my mind off of⊠everything.â
âOh, sure, well, we have our best sellers down here,â you point over the counter and the racks between each till, âConradâs always a good choice.â
He hums and backs up. He peruses the books silently as you twiddle your fingers impatiently. Youâve had awkward encounters with customers before, almost daily, but something about him is a bit too cringe for you. You hate to even think like that. You feel mean. Heâs just going through some things. And who isn't?
He plucks up a book and comes back to your till. He lays it down and slides his phone into his pants pocket, then reaches under his jacket. He takes out his wallet and pauses as he unfolds it, âwait, do you get commission? I could grab a few more.â
âUm, no,â you login and scan the barcode on the book, âbut thereâs a survey on you receipt. If you fill that out, I get credit for that.â
âOh, sure, a survey,â he agrees as he slides out a card.
âAnd did you have our rewards card?â You ask.
He shakes his head, âwhatâs that?â
Great. You peek at the time in the corner of the till screen. Itâs getting close to closing.
âSo, for purchases you collect points. Kinda like air miles. When you buy items that are part of a promotion, you receive double, and for prestige members, there are triple point days. You can collect points to earn store credit.â
He nods and considers it. He tilts his head as his cheek dimples, âso, that costs money?â
âYes, twenty-five dollars for paperback level and forty for prestige.â
He weighs the options. You expect the amounts to deter him like most customers. He taps his card on the counter, âyou know what, Iâll do the forty. Iâm looking to get into reading so Iâll be back for sure.â
âOh, uh, right, okay,â you say with surprise, âIâll just get you registered.â
You reach past the till and grab one of the cards displayed behind it. You scan it and go through the whole routine; name, phone number, email. You get all his info in and offer him a bag before you turn the debit machine towards him. He taps his card and the approval chirps loudly.
âGreat, so, if you wanna do the survey,â you say as his receipt prints out, âyou can scan this QR code and it will direct you straight to the survey.â You tear off the receipt and circle at the bottom, âmy employee number is here, youâll have to enter that and the transaction ID.â
You fold the receipt and hand it over. He takes it and looks it over with a squint. He raises his chin and gives a half-smile, âum, this QR thing? How do I⊠Iâm sorry, Iâm a bit slow. Could you show me?â
You want to say no. You want to point to the clock and tell him to have a good day but heâs actually going to do the survey. You need a good review.
âSure, um, Iâll show you. Just on your phone,â you step closer as he digs his hand in his pants pocket, âlet me see the receipt.â
âThank you so much,â he says, âyouâre so patient with me.â
In light of the sad news about Bernard Hill, I feel like we should take a moment to really appreciate the acting performances in the LOTR trilogy. The fact that none of the cast got Academy Awards is well-known and I think even now the sheer visual spectacle of the trilogy can overshadow everything else, but the performances were SO crucial to what made the films great.
Itâs easy to take the success of the movies for granted now, but that was never a guarantee. Aside from the practical aspects of portraying such an epic fantasy onscreen, the series is peppered with dialogue that is fine on the page but unbelievably difficult to deliver. As Harrison Ford famously remarked to George Lucas re Star Wars âYou can write this stuff, but you canât say it.â
From Gandalfâs âTo the Bridge of Khazad-Dum!â to Elrondâs âIt must be cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came!â it would be so easy for the whole thing to collapse into farce. The only reason it doesnât, is because of the talent and conviction of the actors.
Bernard Hill was tasked with one of the most objectively ridiculous lines in the entire trilogy. âThe horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!â And he delivered. BOY, did he deliver. He gave it all the gravitas and emotional weight of Shakespeare, he made it truly rousing instead of ridiculous, he took the audience with him to that moment, that place, right into Middle Earth with its people and its history, and made it REAL.
And for that, I thank and salute him. RIP, sir. Go now to the halls of your fathers. You earned it.
Why... oh universe (aka Lions Gate in this case) are you so cruel?!
I actually looked forward to go to the cinema this year and watch Henry Cavill in "The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare" . Only to read that here in Germany I have to wait to stream it on Amazon Prime.....đ
This movie and Argylle were the only movies I planed last year already to watch in cinema. And now this happens. Can anyone even explain why Lions Gate decided this? I couldn't find any infos about this except that here it's not coming to cinemas.
It may be a new year, however, Gaza is continuously experiencing genocide. Right now women and children are the main victims. As you can see it is very do-able to spread the word whilst being on theme of your blog so there is no excuse. The smallest of contributions we can make are:
- To use our platforms to spread awareness about what is being inflicted on Palestinians. Not posting about it does not mean that it is no longer happening.
- To avoid posting about rich mediocre celebrities that have either, shown support for Zionism, spread misinformation or have not uttered a word about whatâs happening, simply because they showed up for fashion week or any major event.
- Boycotting businesses has proven to be effective. Many corporations have lost billions because of their blatant support for the genocide in Gaza. We live in a capitalist society, but we also have collective power. Both of which has made boycotting that much easier.
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