You’re pinned under me. I’ve got you prone. One of my hands has your face pinned to the bed. My fingers are wrapped around your head like a vice, grinding your opposite cheek into the wet spot you left when you first started crying for me. You started the night so sure of yourself; of your strength and cunning. I wonder if you can see my smug smile through your tear filled eyes, through the mat of sweat soaked hair.
I’m tracing the lines of your back with my eyes the way a butcher might. Your muscles play so beautifully as you heave for breath. I’m counting the bruises I left on you. I’m admiring all the bite marks I made while the defensive wounds you left on me throb.
My legs are settled around your own. The strength in my thighs and where I’ve settled my weight are keeping you from taking advantage of any real leverage. The bed’s too soft to push against, my body keeps you from slipping out either way, and any part of me you might reach you’re not strong enough to pry away from you. As the helplessness of your situation is reinforced, your panic mounts and builds. You’ve become little more than a prey animal desperate to run that can do nothing but shake.
I’m not wasting this opportunity. Something about you has driven me to this point, I’m sure. Some smart remark, some challenge, some bit of ego I wanted to squish. You’ve been beaten but I want something deeper than that. I want the memory of this humiliation leaking down your leg the next day.
My free hand drops to spread your ass cheeks. You hear me spit a moment before you feel the warm thud of my saliva against you. I watch the cold realization course through you like a wet towel had been settled across your body. You fight anew, struggle, kick your feet behind you to no avail. You earn another bruise against your ribs; my fist leaving behind a smear of the spit I’d started spreading across the puckered rim of your ass.
You’re lucky I want you to enjoy this.
You’re still struggling to catch your breath when I’m satisfied with my work. Your body is tight with panic and fear, making sure you feel every inch as I guide myself deeper inside you. I take one last look at the play of the muscles on your back before I settle my body fully on top of yours.
Breathing is harder now, pushing back against my body covering yours. Each breath is a struggle to find the room to expand your lungs. I take another inch, forcing a mewling exhale. You’ve started crying again by this point.
When I finally hilt inside you, I take a long moment to savor the way the heat of you radiates around me. I tease you, asking you how proud you are that you managed every inch with just the drool of an over eager dog for lube.
I keep you here for a while, my hips barely working, fucking you with the laziest sawing of my hips, knowing there’s nowhere for you to go. No way for you to arch or twist yourself to find relief or press into what feels good. Just kept still and used while I teach you a lesson you thought you might avoid.
You don’t get to pick your place under me.
Concern spikes when you realize I’ve stopped rocking myself inside you. Just my hips, pressed as deeply as I can find inside your body, crushed into your plush ass, while I keep you from moving a muscle. Heat rushes through the core of your body and you feel yourself grow shamefully small underneath me. A steady stream of piss pumps into your ass, warm enough you can feel it coursing through you. The obscene heat of it is boiling hot against the sweat soaked sheets. The last sparks of your attitude and pride are extinguished under the growing pool in your gut. When I finally finish I’ll pull free, leaving you to deal with the sickeningly hot slosh in your belly.
It’s hard to be mouthy when you’ve been used as a urinal.
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Big sis grunting out "fuck" with a huff of annoyance as she stops slamming her hips down against mine, her thick cock halfway buried in my sore cunt.
"Need to piss," she replies to my questioning whines. I pout and nod before trying to move from under my sister, but she doesn't release her grip on my folded legs.
Holding me in place, I feel big sis' cock twitch in my little pussy immediately followed by a sudden hot fullness. I can't help but let out a surprised moan as she releases all the piss that builds up over hours of fucking your little sister. Getting filled by my sister's hot piss feels so much better than it should, and after a few seconds I'm panting and riding the edge of orgasm.
"Ahhh, thanks babygirl," she smiles down at me while her hips start moving again. I feel her girldick plunge deeper into my overfull cunt and hear the squelch of her piss being rapidly displaced out onto the sheets. The sensations push me over the edge and I cry out as I cum around my sister's cock. Big sis doesn't stop moving her hips as I ride out my orgasm, chuckling to herself in anticipation of the hours to come.
"mom's cunt" this, "mama's pussy" that. where's the love for mom's cock. sitting in your mom's lap, her cock buried deep inside you as you cling to her, her moving her hips slowly as she holds your head tightly to her breasts, caressing your hair and shushing you as you moan and whimper from how big it is and how much she's teasing you. mom finally cumming deep inside of you, breeding her daughter, telling you how good you are for her and how much she could tell you needed that. cmon, isn't it obvious?
Kate stumbled out to her car, pushing herself into the driver’s seat and slumping behind the wheel. She was so tired she couldn’t even bring herself to cry. She just stared ahead, blankly, letting the day wash over her. Hot tears stung her cheeks before she could process, gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckle grip, breath coming in hot, quick bursts.
By the time she arrived at home, her throat was hoarse from screaming, hands sore from beating her steering wheel at any stop, and her entire body just felt… drained. She made her way up to the apartment door, fiddling with keys before the door swung open.
“Ah- hey, sweetie,” Kate sighed. The taller woman in the doorway stepped to the side, letting Kate past as she slumped onto the couch, sighing and throwing her purse aside, rubbing at her face. The dark-haired woman dutifully took her purse, hanging it up on the hook beside the door, sitting on the couch opposite her, lounging and looking far more relaxed.
“Bad day?”
Kate opened her eyes, looking across the room at her. She’d gotten so much older. When did that happen? Her daughter, Raven, had always been a little off-kilter. Kate supposed it was her fault, really. Her father had stepped out before she was old enough to form words, leaving Kate at 16 to raise their child on her own. Quiet and brooding throughout middle and high school, she’d worried she’d done something to damage her socialization skills, that not having a father would be bad for her “son”, but, no, after high school Raven informed her of what exactly had been on her mind.
She’d blossomed quickly, both physically and socially. Her hair had always been blonder than Kate’s, closer to her father’s, and so she routinely dyed it black, a wolf cut that hid her eyes, but… it suited her. Growing up on the fringes, poor as they’d been despite Kate’s best efforts, she’d fallen in with a more… dicey crowd. They were all sweet, though, often offering Kate whatever they were smoking and whispering (when they thought Kate couldn’t hear) that she was a catch, which was endearing. She’d never thought she’d be a “milf”.
“Yeah, sorry,” Kate sighed, sinking a little further into the couch. “It’s… nothing to worry yourself about.”
Raven frowned, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms. “I’m not just going to not ask. You look like a wreck.”
Kate winced at that. She’d always tried to look strong, to be good enough to be both parents, but… “I know,” she said softly, rubbing at her arm. “It was… not great.”
“Talk about it. I’m here.”
“Honey, I don’t want to vent-?”
“I pay half the rent at this point,” Raven shrugged, falling into a more nonchalant stance, hands behind her head. “Talk to me like I’m a roommate.”
She chewed her lip anxiously. “I…” She sighed, shaking her head softly. “It was Mark again.”
“Fucking Mark- really? Again? That was the asshole that harassed you last week, too.”
“It… yeah.” She huffed, letting her head fall back. “A customer started saying gross stuff to me, and when I went to get a manager, Mark just took his side and they joked and…”
“You should call fucking HR! Your manager talking about you like that should be fucking illegal, but at the very least you should get him fired.”
“If I try, he might fire me,” Kate grimaced, looking away, cheeks burning a bit with shame. “I know it’s awful, but I just have to… deal with it.”
Raven huffed, standing and looking like she was about to throw something, fists balled at her side, before she finally sighed, slumping. “Want to order pizza or something? I’ll pay.”
She wanted to protest, offer to throw something at the food, but she just weakly nodded, Raven already pulling out her phone to make the order. Kate felt… a little humiliated, but a little grateful, too. She knew that at nearly thirty, Raven wasn’t a child anymore. She can’t treat her like one or expect her to still be her little girl anymore. She had a big girl job, bringing in half the rent, it made sense for her to take care of things sometimes. Kate didn’t have to be the strong one all the time. Even though it hurt.
“Alright, got your usual,” Raven smiled, leaning against the wall next to the couch. “You ought to go take a shower, get in some comfy clothes or something. We’ll just have a nice couch night.”
Kate laughed softly, feeling her cheeks dust pink. “When did you get so doting? Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”
“Come on, daughters give their mom like, foot rubs or massages or whatever. Plus we never got the chance to have girls nights growing up, so we can make up for it now, yeah?”
She felt that little prickle of shame up her neck, that she should’ve known, that she should’ve done better- she shoved it down, giving a lopsided smile and nodding, standing up off the couch and nearly falling over if not for Raven reaching over and stabilizing her.
“Yeesh, careful in the shower if you’re falling all over the place,” Raven laughed, and Kate felt herself go even more red. “Go on, I’ll handle the food and stuff. Just relax.”
She grumbled but complied, off to her room to grab comfy sweatpants and a big t-shirt, then to the shower to wash off the sweat and shame from the day. It did feel nice… especially knowing Raven was taking care of everything else. Not having to be the only one supporting the two of them was nice.
Raven had always wanted to help. She learned to cook at an early age, did a lot of the cleaning. It made Kate feel like a shit mom, but… it was helpful. It kept her from snapping on more than one occasion. They kept a bit of distance as Raven grew up, but after her coming out that distance closed, slowly but surely.
The hot water was exactly what she needed. Nearly scalding, scrubbing away all of the disgusting thoughts from the day, looking forward to a nice, easy night in. It was the beginning of a rare three-day weekend for her, and she could just sleep in tomorrow morning after stuffing herself with pizza and watching some TV. This was good. No reason to feel guilty.
She put her hair up in a towel as she left the bathroom, pausing in the hallway as Raven held out a glass.
“Wine?” she smiled, accepting it gratefully.
“Relaxing night in,” Raven replied, raising her own half-filled glass of red wine and taking a sip. “We’re unwinding. C’mon, pizza’s gonna get cold.”
Kate smiled, following her to the couch, sitting cross legged and accepting her pizza, eating slowly as Raven flipped through channels.
“It kind of feels like a sleepover,” Kate chuckled quietly. “I never went to very many in high school, but… pizza and TV. We going to talk about boys next?”
Raven barked out a harsh laugh, flashing her a toothy smile. “If I swung that way, maybe.”
Right, shit. Kate laughed back, hoping to laugh it off and move past it. Raven was content to drop it, turning her attention back to the TV as Kate took a longer drink of wine. “Where’d you even get this wine?” Kate frowned. “I haven’t bought any.”
“I got some last time I was out,” she shrugged. “I keep some in my room sometimes.”
Kate’s jaw dropped. “Raven!”
“What? I’m twenty-nine, I can drink whenever I want. I’m not a kid.”
“I- I know! I just… it’s…?”
“I can start keeping it in the kitchen?” she asked, giving an appeasing smile. “Would that help, mom?”
A strange feeling curled in her gut but she nodded, relaxing back against the couch. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”
“Sure.”
They both took another drink, eyes glued to the TV. Why was she feeling so weird? She shook it off, finishing her glass and pouring herself half of another, nursing it close. Things were fine. She was having a nice, relaxing night in, and it was going to be good.
As Raven flipped through, she paused for just half a second on some live action show, two girls up in each other’s faces, and it looked heated.
“There’s so much more of that now,” Kate mused, a little drunk, words coming somewhat unbidden.
“Mm? More of what?”
“You know. Girls…?”
“With other girls?”
“Yeah, that,” Kate mumbled, taking another long drink.
“I’m sure there were dykes on TV when you were growing up. Didn’t you have like, Xena and Buffy and shit?”
“Well… okay, yes, but…?” She hummed, gently drawing her finger around the rim of her glass. “It was… different. It wasn’t as popular.” The words poured from her lips before she knew she was saying them. “Honestly, if I’d had the kinds of shows you do now when I was growing up, I would’ve been more into women.”
Raven’s head swung over, eyes fixed on Kate. “Oh yeah?”
“I mean girls are pretty,” she shrugged. “I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I can appreciate how pretty girls are.”
Raven pressed. “How so?”
“Well… I mean, shows where they kiss are nice. Girls are shaped a lot more attractive than boys. Lips and… hips and all that.”
Raven snorted. “Oh, yeah?”
“What?” she huffed, setting her wine aside to put her hands on her hips. “Am I wrong?”
“No, no. Just, it sounds like you like girls.”
“I-! I appreciate them aesthetically. I like boys, you know that.”
“You are aware you can like both, right?”
She opened her mouth and it snapped shut, almost against her own will. She wanted to protest, but memories she hadn’t realized were still in her brain began to resurface. Playing in the yard with a friend, her mother telling her not to get too close. Wanting to join the soccer team and having her father tell her “she’s not a fucking dyke” and forcing her to be in choir instead. She shrank into the couch a little, grabbing her wine back up and finishing the second half glass, before reaching for the bottle again.
“You alright there?”
“Mm-? Oh, I’m… fine,” Kate laughed, waving a hand. “Are you going to find something to watch?”
“That movie we just passed does have good reviews,” she said, turning it back to the one with the girls. “It did super well in theaters. The tension and all that.”
“What’s it about?”
She folded her legs up under her, sipping her wine as Raven began to ramble. She loved talking about movies and games. When Kate had grown up, she’d always wanted to talk about the stuff she’d learned, the things she’d read, and never had anyone to talk to about it. Despite the distance she’d had with Raven as she grew into her own, she always made sure to listen attentively to her interests. She’d heard about most of the Pokémon by now, and knew which shooter games were “the good ones” and which ones were "junk”.
“The wine is getting to you,” Raven laughed, Kate’s head snapping up.
“What? N-no it’s not,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “Is it not getting to you?”
“I’ve only had one,” Raven replied, swirling the wine in her glass. “You’re getting a little flushed.”
“Well… maybe it’s the movie,” she huffed, folding her arms.
“Oh yeah? So you’re blushing at the girls kissing on TV?”
Her head whipped over, seeing the girls panting into each other’s mouths and her face went brighter red. “Th-that-! Y-you don’t need to be watching this with your mother-!”
“Oh, c’mon,” she grinned, a little more devious and shit-eating than normal. “I said we’re roommates, right? And you were talking about gossip. So c’mon, they’re cute, right?”
Kate forced her eyes away from Raven and toward the TV, to the two onscreen. A waifish little redhead was melting into the arms of the larger brunette girl. Something about a werewolf, or some… curse or something. She was lifting the redhead up now, strong hands under her thighs, pinning her to the wall, pushing her body between her legs as she kissed down her neck, the redhead mewling and clawing at her back.
“I… y-yeah,” Kate muttered. “They are cute, yes.”
“See? You can totally like both.” Raven beamed, nonchalant as ever, and Kate just gave an awkward little nod. “Honestly that redhead is my type, if a little thin. I like a shortstack.”
Kate shifted nervously, unsure of where her attention should go – the very erotically charged scene on TV, or her daughter who was unabashedly watching them and talking about her taste in women.
“I think the bigger girl is more my style,” she shrugged, deciding to keep her eyes on the screen. “The way she lifts the little one is attractive.”
“Mm, yeah?”
“I’ve always gone for taller guys,” Kate shrugged, finishing her… fourth? glass of wine, and finally setting it aside. “I like being manhandled.”
Raven cackled. “There you go! Now that’s girl sleepover gossip.” She rubbed her chin. “Honestly, I’ve always liked doing the manhandling. Womanhandling? I like smaller girls. When I wasn’t out, I thought I was some meek little nerd but now that I’m on E and actually working out, god, it’s so hot. They just melt for you.”
Kate laughed, high-pitched and nervous. “Oh, I bet.”
“Yeah?”
“You do kind have the whole Xena thing going on,” Kate teased with a smile. “I bet girls love it.”
It took Raven a few seconds to respond before giving a low, breathy chuckle. “Oh, they definitely do. They’re like putty for me.”
“Gosh,” Kate sighed, leaning on her hand, watching the girls on TV laugh and finish up their adventure, pulling the movie to a close. “It does sound nice. Maybe I am also into women.”
“What sounds nice, Kate?”
“Mm, just… having a girl touch me, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly, playing with a strand of her hair. “That’s weird to say.”
“Not at all. Lots of girls like being touched by girls.”
She chewed her lip. “Well… I suppose. But that’s not…? I don’t know. I guess you’re right.” She moved to grab her glass and gasped as she bumped it instead, the empty glass falling to the carpet and cracking, but not shattering. “Oh, fuck-!”
“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Raven laughed, jumping up and grabbing it, moving to put it away along with the food. “I’ll put this away. Sit still for me.”
“Okay,” Kate nodded, obediently resting back in her seat. She didn’t register how long Raven stood there, staring, before rushing off to finish what she’d set out to do. It felt like no time until she returned, her head swimming as she looked up at the dark-haired woman.
“You’re very drunk,” she said, hand on her hip.
“I’m moderately tipsy,” she argued.
“Fine, tipsy, drunk, whatever. We ought to get you to bed.”
“It’s barely late,” Kate groaned, and Raven shot her a look.
“Up, now.”
She rose without thinking, groaning softly, accepting Raven’s arm around her waist, guiding her toward her bedroom. It was nice. Calming, so warm, brushing up under her t-shirt against the bare skin of her hip. Raven’s fingers were lightly calloused, both gentle in her grip and firm to keep her from falling over.
“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning into Raven. She could feel her swallow hard as she held her close, not responding, just leading her back to her room. She leaned against Raven’s chest with a humming sigh. She was so big, and warm, and muscular. Like the girl on TV… she was like the werewolf girl, so strong and so kind. “You’re so sweet,” she babbled. “So, so sweet to me.”
“You deserve it,” Raven replied, her voice low and a warm, brushing over Kate’s face. “You deserve someone to be sweet to you, Kate.”
“I don’t,” she sighed, finally pulling away when they got to her room, throwing herself on the bed. “I’m… mmfh. I was a bad mom.”
“No you weren’t,” Raven frowned, sitting on the side of the bed. “Why would you think that?”
“I… I should’ve known, and helped you come out, and- and I… your father was gone, and we never had any money, and I couldn’t… get you the things you wanted… that trip- the one in high school? The one I couldn’t afford?”
“Hey, hey,” Raven shushed, cupping Kate’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her jawline softly. “It’s alright. You know what? I was happy to spend it here with you instead.”
Kate laughed, watery and desperate, surprised as she started to sniffle, rubbing her face. “That isn’t true and you know it!” she laughed. “You could’ve been… backpacking in Europe or whatever, and you were just here, and I was working and…?”
“And helping you is where I wanted to be,” Raven reassured her, both hands cupping her face now. Her eyes were so big and dark, so full of life and love. Surely she hadn’t gotten that from Kate? Was that what she looked like, reflected in those big, beautiful eyes?
She whimpered gently. “Why? I wouldn’t have wanted to spend that summer with my mom while my friends were off having fun.”
“Kate…” Raven sighed, closing her eyes tight, and Kate would’ve pouted if she didn’t bump their foreheads together softly, nose brushing hers, breath washing over Kate’s face. “I care about you a lot. I’ve watched you struggle your fucking ass off since that deadbeat let us. You never let anyone help, you never let anyone see you when you were struggling – no one but me. I saw every time you stumbled. I watched every time you struggled, and I wanted to do something so fucking bad. I’m so happy to help you, now.”
When she opened her eyes, it was like Kate could breathe again. Why were her eyes so intoxicating? Was Raven crying? She shouldn’t cry. She was too wonderful and beautiful to cry. What was she supposed to do? She saw a girl crying earlier… on TV…? What stopped her…?
She pushed forward, closing the very short gap, smashing her lips to Raven’s. The girl was still cupping her cheeks, her face close, and she didn’t move. She didn’t respond, didn’t react… Kate pulled away softly. Thank goodness. She wasn’t crying anymore. But she looked… concerned, and…?
“Oh, god,” Kate gasped, pulling back and away. Oh fuck. “I-? S-sweetie, I- I’m so, so sorry, I’m- I’m drunk, oh god, please, I didn’t mean-?”
Raven grabbed Kate’s wrist softly, her voice was cracking, her face filled with a number of complex emotions that Kate couldn’t begin to parse. “Can we do it again? Please?”
“R-Raven, honey…?”
“Please, Kate.” She was practically panting, face flushed. “Please, just a little. I won’t… I won’t tell, please, I… I need…”
Her hands moved from Kate’s, gently grabbing her waist under her shirt, calloused fingers digging into the skin needily as she squirmed. Her body was reacting far stronger than it should’ve, muscles tensing, cheeks and chest flushing red, thighs sticky.
“Raven,” Kate whined softly. “Raven, we… you’re m-?”
“Your roommate, remember?” she tried, grinning. “Maybe it’ll make things complicated, but if you want this… w-we can. We can, if we want.”
Her head was spinning. “Do you?”
“I…” Her fingers started to leave Kate’s sides, and Kate instinctively moved her hands to clamp down on them, keeping her firmly on her hips. She looked up from her hands to Raven’s wide, wild eyes. They must’ve been mirroring her own. She knew that now. The way her pupils were blown out with need, jaw hanging open just slightly, hot breath mingling with Kate’s own.
It was stupid. It was an incredibly stupid thing. But, fuck… her day had been so horrible. The things the men said about her at the store, the customer and her boss… and no one else was kind to her like Raven. No one else took care of her. No one else got her wine and pizza and held her so close like she needed her to breathe.
Kate was so, so tired… tired of being strong, tired of being an adult, tired of being treated like dirt. Raven wanted to treat her like a princess. She could really, really use that.
“Okay,” she whispered. She could practically feel the veil of tension around them shatter as she did. Cracks forming in the air, and through them, not her daughter, but Raven, a woman closer to her age than she had any right to be, beautiful and strong and wanted her. “Okay, just… I’ve… never…?”
“With a girl, yeah,” Raven laughed, husky and breathless. “I’ll be gentle, Kate. Don’t worry.”
The statement alone made her go bright red, but Raven pushing her into a firm, steady kiss sent her up and over what she’d expected. Those warm hands ran up her sides, blunted nails brushing against sensitive skin, and when Raven reacted to a kiss she fucking reacted. She was grunting and moaning, lips hot and wet against Kate’s own, her tongue occasionally prodding questioningly until Kate’s lips parted to accept it and holy fuck she tasted so good, so hot, so forward.
She let her arms fall around Raven’s shoulders, pulling her in close as the dark-haired girl groaned, grabbing her tight around the waist and pulling Kate into her lap, chests pressed together through thin fabric. As she settled in, she felt Raven through her sweatpants and oh god, she hadn’t thought about that any more than something in passing before. She pushed her tongue weakly against Raven’s, and was rewarded with the feeling of a hot, warm twitching between her legs and she shivered hard, melting into her.
Raven just held her, close and safe, kissing her hard and exploring her sides with her hands, mapping out every little inch like she was some precious work of art. All the men she’d ever been with had made her feel wanted, but never cherished, not like this. Raven touched her like she was lucky to be with her, not out of obligation. She was a reward. Kate could feel herself panting and moaning into her daughter’s mouth, her hips bucking hard at the realization and use of the word. Deep in her brain, she chastised herself for being a pervert, but the second Raven’s hands moved to her chest, it all melted away.
She sounded like such a slut. Like that girl in the movie, as Raven massaged and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, she mewled and whined and crumped against her chest, taking heaving, gasping breaths and grinding down hard. Raven’s mouth moved to Kate’s neck, kissing and biting softly, sharp enough that Kate knew she was leaving little marks all up and down the soft flesh.
“Raven,” she whined, tangling her fingers in her hair.
“How is it?” Raven growled in her ear, giving the lobe a little nibble.
“G-good, feels… really good…”
“Yeah… that’s a good girl…”
Kate cried out at that, clinging and whining and arching her back softly, blushing as she hid her face in Raven’s neck.
“Ohh? Listen to that. You like when I call you a good girl, baby?”
“Nnh…!! W-wait, that’s…”
“You work so hard, sweetheart…” Kate blinked in surprise, feeling Raven growling against her neck in a way that was almost a purr. Her fingers were on Kate’s back now, clawing little lines down it in a soft, tender way as she planted warm, loving little kisses up her jaw. “You’re so good for me. You’re wonderful, Kate. You’re such a good girl…”
“Nngh… aahh… y-yeah…” she blushed, hiding deeper and nipping at Raven’s neck softly, exploratory. “Th-thank you…”
“Go on and say it, baby.”
“I…!”
“If you do, I’ll give you more.” She accentuated her point by grabbing Kate’s hips, grinding her down against her, drawing a whimper from Kate as she realized she’d nearly soaked through her sweatpants.
“I… I-I, I don’t…?”
“Say you’re a good girl, Kate.”
She whined, closing her eyes tight. “I’m… a good… girl…”
Kate cried out and gasped as Raven grabbed her, throwing her up the bed and climbing over her, shucking her t-shirt off with one swift movement and tugging her pants down with the next, kissing wetly over her chest as she squirmed and groaned.
“God damn you’re so gorgeous,” Raven whispered as she ran her tongue over Kate’s nipple, her dark eyes darting up to meet Kate’s. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Th-that’s not true-!” she gasped, moving to push Raven’s head away but finding herself tangling her fingers in her hair, tugging her closer, more encouraging. “I… I’ve seen the girls you talk to, and… some of the ones you bring by…”
Raven laughed, a warm, rough sound that tickled Kate’s stomach. “None of those have anything on you. I promise. My good girl.”
She whined at that, legs kicking involuntarily before Raven grabbed one, thumb digging into the tender flesh of her thigh as she moaned, louder than before, rolling her head back. Raven hummed at that, moving both hands to her thighs, slowly massaging her thighs as she whimpered and cried out hard, thrashing.
“Nnhh! R-Raven, it’s…!”
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
“I-it… hurts good…”
“Atta girl. You’re so responsive for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”
She was losing her mind. She felt like she was going insane. This… wasn’t right. Kate’s daughter moved down her chest to her stomach, giving moaning kisses and wanton licks as she grinned up at her, moving down and down. Raven, who Kate had given birth to, was licking and sucking and biting Kate’s thighs now, growling to herself, her own hips rocking further down, grinding needily against the bed. Oh god. She was about to-
“Ask for it,” Raven demanded, looking up at her. Her breath was hot against Kate’s dripping sex, so fucking close, so close she could nearly feel it, but… not touching. Not yet. Not unless Kate asked her daughter to eat her out. Jesus.
“I…? I-I’m…”
Raven’s lust-clouded eyes cleared just a bit and she pulled back. “Hey. It’s okay, Kate. If you’re not ready for this, I underst-”
“Please,” Kate whispered, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it. “Please please please please please.”
Raven paused, then laughed hard, and while Kate couldn’t see from behind the pillow, she felt her tongue slowly lap along her slit before swearing and pushing into her. Kate cried out hard, legs wrapping around Raven and digging her heels into her back, giving her the leverage to fuck up against her daughter’s face as Raven hummed happily. One of her hands held Kate’s hips, the other moved up to slowly rub circles over her thumb as she growled and moaned against her mother’s cunt, lapping at her like she was the first drink in the desert.
No one had ever touched her like this. Men had fucked her, sure, used their fingers and their cocks, but it was always methodical, mechanical, in and out and done. She’d… she wasn’t proud, but she’d done some sex work to keep Raven in school. Sometimes she’d met men at their houses, sometimes they came over while Raven was away, but it always felt disgusting and obligatory. This was neither.
Despite the fact that Raven was her flesh and blood daughter, it felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She felt more love and care with each long, moaning lick than with all the men she’d been with put together. Every circle of her clit – which was the first time someone other than Kate had touched it! – was pushing her toward her own pleasure, not Raven’s. She could cry- she was crying now, sobbing with need, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she abandoned the pillow, no longer trying to hide. She wanted to hold Raven’s hair, push her down, feel her inside her, fuck, she NEEDED her so BADLY.
Raven looked up with the most love Kate had ever seen in anyone’s eyes, and she wished she could kiss her. She wished she could be kissing her at the same time Raven ate her needy cunt, but they both wanted to stay right here, right now, maybe forever. Something inside of Kate was crumbling, very, very slowly. That need to be the strong one, the caretaker, the one administering love and never receiving it, was slowly being replaced with something new, and a little scary.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” It was the one time Raven lifted off of her, and only for a second, Kate nodding hard and babbling out promises before Raven returned to her job, humming and working her expertly. It took a while, honestly. Kate wasn’t sure how long they were there, but time seemed to stretch and dilate as she rolled her hips, fucking Raven’s face, her pussy almost sore from the attention when the strain in her body started to reach a fever pitch, her core tightening.
“R-Raven, I’m close, I’m close…” she whispered. The dark-haired girl smiled, nodding, and slowly slipped a finger into Kate, working her in and out as Kate whimpered and squirmed, twisting the sheets in her hands hard. Raven’s finger brushed against a spot Kate had never touched in her life, and she started to see stars, gasping and bucking and sweating, and then Raven added a second finger and Kate screamed, fully and truly, not giving a damn if anyone in the other apartments heard, tightening around Raven’s fingers and clenching in waves that rippled through her entire body, darkening and brightening her vision in equal measure.
Finally she gasped, collapsing to the bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was so out of it, so dizzy, that she hadn’t realized Raven had stepped away until she was back with a big glass of water. Her shirt was off now and Kate could see the long happy trail leading down into her pants, as well as how heavy her bare breasts were. Was that hormones? God they had done a number on her. Raven was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen.
Kate accepted the water, drinking it down eagerly and panting, the liquid cooling down her body as she hummed happily. As soon as Raven set it aside, Kate pulled her down toward her, locking her into a firm kiss as she moaned, Raven chuckling against her mouth.
They kissed for a while before Raven broke away, smiling and stretching.
“I ought to let you get to bed,” she sighed, scratching her neck. “You’re still probably pretty drunk.”
“What are you talking about?” Kate frowned, meeting Raven’s eyes.
“Huh?”
She put on a performative pout. “You’re just going to tease me and leave? After all that grinding?” She leaned forward toward Raven, putting on a sultry voice she hadn’t used since high school: “You’re not even going to fuck me, Raven?”
It earned her another throw onto the bed with a satisfied and surprised squeak, Raven grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She grabbed the water, downing the rest of it as she dropped her pants and holy fucking shit. Kate had read about estrogen and she hormones made things shrink. Was Raven bigger than this before hormones?
“Look at you, slack-jawed and needy,” Raven grinned, looming over her. “What a little slut. You want this cock so bad, don’t you, pretty girl?”
The groan she let out was different from the one when Raven praised her for being a good girl. It was more guttural, more needy. “Please…? Your fingers and mouth felt so good, but I need…”
“You need to be filled,” Raven said, matter-of-factly, pulling Kate’s legs up to her chest and slowly grinding between her legs. God. When she slid between Kate’s thighs, it went halfway to her belly button and was so fucking thick. God. “Say it.”
“I need to be filled,” Kate said, quickly, obediently.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Really, really bad,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fuck, I’m wet. You’re so big, Raven…”
The girl blushed dark red and laughed, rubbing her face. “I guess so. Maybe you’ve just been with a bunch of losers.”
Kate shook her head hard. “I’ve been with longer guys. You look… perfect.” She took a breath, forcing her eyes away from their legs up to Raven’s eyes. “Like you were built for me.”
Raven did not waste any more time bending her nearly in half, lining her cock up against Kate’s cunt, and slowly pushing in. Kate whined and gasped, clawing at the sheets and squirming until she found a comfortable spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips bucked, and she could already feel herself cumming before Raven was fully buried in her.
“God you’re such a slut,” she growled. “Maybe you were built for me. The perfect little cocksleeve.” Kate had never heard her be so vulgar. She just let out a strangled, whining cry as Raven pushed in deeper, harder, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. She picked up speed as she went, slowly beginning to piston into Kate with a rhythmic grunting. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you!! Fuck, thank you, oh god, thank you!”
“You sound so pretty… Keep talking while I fuck you…”
Her tongue was out like an animal in rut and Kate could’ve passed out right then and there. Both ankles held in one hand by the much larger girl, towering over her and stretching her so good, her brain was starting to melt a little.
“Please, fuck me, oh god, Raven…” she whimpered, complying with her request. “Please, god, I need you so fucking bad, I want you to fuck me forever, nngh…! Mmfh, I’m all yours, forever, you can do whatever you want as much as you want, I don’t care, just never stop making me feel like this…”
“I won’t, I swear, I won’t, Kate,” Raven growled, biting down on her shoulder as Kate cried out. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you!! I want you so bad, Raven, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me I… I n-need…” Something cracking. Breaking. “Fuck, oh god…” Broken. “Knock me up, Raven, please,” she begged, a primal need bubbling out. “Oh fuck please fill me up, please, get me pregnant I need you to get me pregnant so bad…”
“Holy fuck, that’s it, good girl…” Raven laughed, fucking her faster, harder, pushing gasping whines from Kate’s throat, so hard she could barely breathe. “I’m going to. I’m going to get you so fucking pregnant. You’re never ever gonna leave, are you, good girl?”
“P-please keep… calling me… that!”
“Good girl? You like that, precious? My good girl? My little princess?”
“Oh fuck, mommy, please knock me up!!”
There was a flicker of a moment of near complete silence, so utter and complete that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Both women’s eyes snapped open at the realization, wide as dinnerplates, sensing the intense thing looming over them, crashing into them, and destroying what was in favor of what now is.
Raven kissed Kate hard, tongue pushing into her mouth violently, hips slamming into her as Kate screamed and squeaked and clawed up Raven’s back, pinning the little thing over in half as she buried herself in her one last time, growling and crying out in Kate’s mouth as she came, filling her so completely that some spilled out, holding her down and keeping her still so that she didn’t slip out.
A minute passed, then a second, and then Kate started to cry. Silent, hot tears, then sniffles, then a soft sobbing and into a wailing as Raven pulled her close, stroking her hair gently.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing a kiss into Kate’s forehead. “It’s okay. Breathe, little one. Momma’s got you. I’m never letting you go again.”
Kate wailed and sobbed hard, clinging against Raven’s chest, her own heaving with gasping cries, feeling what little sense and sanity she had left spilling from her, leaving like the tide. In its place was an intense need, a tying bond, and a realization that she didn’t need to be strong anymore. Ever again.
No, no, not like that. I know that sounds bad! Let me explain.
The dog was on a walk, obviously. Out on a walk with their owner. On a leash because I suppose they were either going to somewhere the dog could run around or coming back. Whatever.
Point is, the dog was on a leash, and the dog was looking up at their owner. And it was that look that made me think of you.
They were just so happy.
Looking up so adoringly.
It was a look of just complete and total contentment. At that moment, nothing else at all mattered. They were with their owner and that was everything. Not a single worry or anything else in that little doggy head.
That's why I thought of you.
Because I've seen that look before.
No, don't look away, keep looking at me. Blushing's fine, you can blush, but don't look away. There you go. Good girl. You know what look I'm talking about, don't you?
Nod, don't speak. Good girl.
Yes, you know what look I'm talking about. You're struggling to keep it off your face right now because of how I'm talking to you. You're even struggling to stay standing. I know you'd be happier by my feet, and so do you.
That look. I usually see it look down, don't I? Nod again for me. Good girl. And heel. Good girl. See? Look at that. There it is. Speak.
Aww, it just comes right out. Look, you even surprised yourself! Oh, and I didn't think you could get any more red.
Maybe I should take you for a walk sometime, hmm? Would you like that? Just following your own so devotedly, staring up so happily? Yes? Would you like that?
You do know you started wagging a little, don't you?
If you're a silly little thing who gets off on the idea of big, mean perverts forcing you to be their property, then you're legally obligated to reblog this.
women who want to own women are so beautiful and wonderful. thank you women who want to own women for your service. and also please consider me next time youd like to own a woman
if my sister tells me to get on my knees and makes me swallow load after load of cum just ‘cause she’s horny and my mouth is the closest warm hole to use, what, i’m supposed to say no? get real
