Not every sub wants to be used. That's the assumption people make when they only understand the surface. Some don't want intensity. They want stability. They want someone whose presence quiets the noise in their head. Someone who notices when they're carrying too much before they break under it. Some people don't submit because they're looking for pain. They submit because for the first time in their life, someone makes them feel like they don't have to hold everything together alone. They just want to be held together properly.
Your mouth watered as a familiar scent broke through the usual stench of your fellow inmates. Zaun was full of people with tainted blood, but you'd recognize Ambessa's scent anywhere. She tasted like power and something else you found utterly intoxicating. You were no better than the fiends killing each other over a few drops of shimmer when she was around.
"Are you sure that you want to go in there? She's a -," Ambessa silenced the guard with a single hand. The two of you met eyes through the crack in your cell. Ambessa held her composure, but you jumped towards the door just to get a little closer to her. The guard jumped back as your body slammed against the reinforced metal.
"Leave us, she's exactly the kind of monster I've been looking for. I'm sure my soldiers can help figure out a way to ensure nobody saw us," Ambessa said. The guard foolishly jumped at what he thought was a bribe, but you knew better. The key to your cell was left with Ambessa, who simply opened the door and stepped into your cell. "Was running away worth all this? Do you have any idea the trouble I've gone to find you?"
"More than I'm worth?" you asked her. Ambessa shook her head as she began to undo your restraints. They were afraid of you, most of the world still was. Your kind were few and far between, and the fact that you had made it this far was truly quite the feat. It was even more impressive considering Ambessa hadn't been protecting you after you ran off. "I am sorry."
"They've kept you weak. This prison never should have held you." Ambessa had always been observant. She had also never seen you go without a proper feeding. Noxian soldiers and Zaun's scraps were not the same, but you made do with who you could get your hands on. "Have they been starving you?"
"Not exactly, but it's not the same. You could fix that, make me strong again. I doubt I'd need much, just a little taste," you began your plea with wide eyes. Ambessa could see the way your pupils dilated at the thought of feeding from her. That had always been reserved for nights before a great battle, and even then only when you were in good standing with Ambessa. She had searched for any trace of you for years before one of her spies came to her with word that you had run off to Zaun. You had been all over, but Zaun was close enough to Piltover Ambessa knew Mel's scent had attracted you.
"And why would I just give you the honor so soon? You're a deserter, Y/n. If you weren't such a powerful asset, I'd put you in the square to burn under the sun," Ambessa threatened. They were empty threats, you knew that much. She meant what she said about you being an asset, but Ambessa had opened herself up to you too many times for that to be her only motivation.
"Please Ambessa, I'll take anything. I just need you," you begged. Ambessa didn't give you the chance to drop to your knees. It would have taken her far too long to take her armor off, but the prison kept you in what Ambessa considered rags. Sooner or later, one of her men would return with your armor, so Ambessa took it upon herself to tear the tattered cloth from your body.
Your breath hitched as Ambessa backed you up to the cot in the corner of the room. She leaned over your body, never allowing a break in the contact even as you fell back onto the small bed. Ambessa was a testament to pure strength in power. Even just being around her made you feel stronger than you had been in years. The notion you could have escaped her felt foolish, just like the delusion you had let yourself believe about not wanting her.
"You could have lived like a queen by my side. We could have conquered the world if you hadn't left," Ambessa said as her fingers slid up your thigh. Your legs spread as she neared your center, fingertips brushing against the cool slickness of your arousal. Ambessa could have devoured you, but she reminded herself of the pleasures that awaited when she got you back home. She wouldn't kneel to you in a place like this, it was beneath her in an unfathomable way.
"I didn't want to be a weapon, but I know better now," you told her. Ambessa grabbed your face and squeezed your jaw a little tighter than necessary. She leaned in close and bit at her own lip until it started to bleed. You licked your lips at the sight of blood. The smell hit you even harder, and if it wasn't for Ambessa's grip on your face, you would have tried to topple her over for a taste.
"You were never just a weapon to me. You'll never be just a weapon," Ambessa promised you. She kept you waiting, only closing the gap between your lips once her fingers were nestled inside of you. Your body reacted to the pleasure, writhing beneath her touch, but your mind could only focus on the rich taste of her blood against your tongue.
She hadn't awarded you the honor of biting her, but her tongue still ran across your fangs. The small act that had once made you shrink back inside yourself with a reminder of how different you were didn't hurt the same way now. Ambessa let you draw as much blood from the small wound as you could before the bleeding finally stopped. The taste of her was thick on your tongue, only fading as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over you at the feeling of her fingers pounding into you.
Ambessa fucked roughly. She had only even been one way with you physically in all the years you had known each other. Whispers behind the castle doors all said the same thing, that she was rough with everyone. You had learned to look for softness in other places. Her hands were violent and harsh, but she could kiss you in a way that made you feel like you were floating. She trusted that you wouldn't break, and the reward for withstanding her onslaught of affection was worth all the suffering in the world.
Time wasn't on your side as you came down, but Ambessa still held you against her body. She didn't lower herself to touch anything in your cell, but she held you up in her arms until one of the men returned with your armor. There was a renewed strength in your body as you walked alongside Ambessa out of the prison. The two of you watched as her men brought along a select few prisoners they could make use of. You had no idea what Ambessa had planned, but you'd follow her to the end of her plan even if it meant the end of you.
Is he setting her down on the counter, to start playing with her? Or picking her up off of it, because he needs to lift her up and bring her closer to him? Either answer is good.
every single thing she says, goes. without question. within reason, of course. she isn’t a cruel dom, she’s just hard on you.
she wants you to explain what you’ve done wrong and what punishment you think you deserve every time you disobey her.
lose that worthless pride you’ve got, there is no room for shame in your relationship. she says it “takes up too much space” and that there’s “no need to be embarrassed about things”.
she absolutely will not allow that whole “being disrespectful to get a reaction” bullshit, she will fully ignore you all day, even after you stop. she refuses to satisfy you with her attention if you’re going to act like that.
enjoys the nightly routine you guys have, mostly silent since both of you are winding down and getting ready for bed.
a misconception about hard dom!ambessa is that she is so strict that you aren’t able to have fun. this is incorrect. once again, she isn’t cruel, she’s loves you and she can take a joke. your sense of humour is what drew her to you originally.
she enjoys whenever you decide to go into sub space, she loves how polite and sweet you get. whether it’s in the middle of sex or whenever you two are just sitting together.
a nonnegotiable; communication. if you are having a bad day, she expects a quick explanation, at least. if you need time alone, tell her. that’s the one thing she is unwavering on. you don’t just get an excuse to be rude just because you’ve had a bad day. talk to her, she can help.
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