Hello! Could you do something about sub space with Ambessa and Sevika?
âĄâ„ïžSubspace with Ambessa and Sevika (separately)â„ïžâĄ
Warnings: rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, subspace, and strap-on use. Sevika/ambessa is in control, and the reader is completely at her mercy.
âĄAmbessaâĄ
The war table is cold beneath your back, a stark contrast to the heat of Ambessaâs body pressing against you, holding you down, owning you.
The room is empty nowâsave for the two of you. The scent of spiced wine and polished steel lingers in the air, remnants of the meeting that had just concluded, but none of it matters.
Not when sheâs inside you.
Not when her cock is stretching you open, slow, deliberate, dragging along every nerve like she wants to carve herself into your body.
And she will.
She already has.
Her grip on your hips is bruising, large hands pinning you down as she thrusts into you, each stroke hitting so fucking deep your breath hitches, eyes rolling back.
She makes you take it.
Every thick, punishing inch.
âYouâre shaking,â Ambessa murmurs, amused, dragging her nails up your thigh, feeling the tremble in your muscles. âPoor thing. You canât even think, can you?â
You canât
Your mind is nothing but static, pleasure turning your limbs to liquid, your body soft and yielding beneath her.
You try to speakâsome desperate attempt at wordsâbut it comes out as nothing more than a broken, breathy moan.
Ambessa smirks.
âGood,â she murmurs, smoothing a hand up your stomach, over your breasts, thumb brushing lazily across your stiff nipple before moving to your throat. âYou donât need to think. Just feel.â
She punctuates the words with a deep, grinding thrust, her cock pressing firm against that perfect, devastating spot inside you, and you fucking keen, your back arching off the table, your fingers clawing at the smooth mahogany surface.
The polished wood offers no grip, no purchase, but you donât need itâAmbessa holds you steady, her strength keeping you exactly where she wants you.
And gods, you love it.
Love the way she uses you, love the way she pulls you under, drowning you in sensation until youâre nothing but a shaking, desperate mess beneath her.
Itâs happening faster than you can control.
That slow, creeping numbness slipping into your limbs, the warmth spreading through your chest, the sharp edges of reality dulling until all that exists is her.
Her touch.
Her voice.
Her cock pushing you deeper, deeper, deeper.
You gasp, whimper, thighs twitching around her waist, but Ambessa doesnât let up.
She wouldnât dare.
âYouâre slipping,â she murmurs, her voice lower now, firm but steady. âI can feel it.â
Your eyes flutter, mouth opening, but your tongue feels too heavy, your thoughts too slow, caught in that thick, hazy fog where you donât have to do anything.
Donât have to think.
Donât have to move.
Just let her take.
Ambessa watches you, eyes sharp, calculating, studying every twitch of your body.
Then, softerâso fucking gentleâshe leans in, lips brushing your temple.
âIâve got you, little one.â
The words send a shudder through you, something raw and helpless, and you melt, sinking into it completely, body going more pliant that it already was beneath her.
Ambessa hums in approval, lips curling into something dark.
And then she fucks you.
Deep, brutal, unrelenting, forcing pleasure through your veins like fire, burning away every last piece of you until you are nothing but thisânothing but hers.
Time doesnât exist anymore.
Itâs all the same, lost in the haze, in the overwhelming sensation, in the delicious, mind-numbing pleasure of being taken.
You donât even notice when your own voice starts breaking, when your moans turn high and desperate, when your body starts shaking under her like you canât take it anymore.
Ambessa notices.
She always fucking notices.
And she only smirks.
Because she isnât done with you yet.
âĄSevikaâĄ
The edge of the kitchen counter is digging into your back, but you barely feel it.
All you feel is her.
Sevika has you spread open, thighs hooked over her arms as she fucks into you with long, deep strokes, her strap hitting all the right places, making your breath come out in ragged little gasps.
You donât remember how you got here. One second, youâd been cookingâsomething simple, something that shouldnât have ended with you like this, legs spread on the counter, her cock stretching you open, her fingers digging bruises into your hips.
But Sevika? Sevika never asks.
She takes.
And fuck, do you love it when she does.
Her pace is relentless, her hips slamming into yours, the sound of skin on skin filthy in the small space. The kitchen lights cast a dim glow over her face, highlighting the sharpness of her jaw, the furrow of her brows, the way her lips part just slightly as she watches you unravel beneath her.
You can barely think. Barely breathe.
Every thrust sends fire licking up your spine, pleasure so consuming it drowns out everything elseâthe scent of whatever was on the stove, the hum of the fridge, the distant city noise beyond your window.
Thereâs only Sevika. Only this.
Her fingers slide down, pressing against your clit, and your whole body fucking twitches, heat flooding your veins so fast it makes your head spin.
âFuck, look at you,â she mutters, voice thick with amusement. âSo fucking gone for me.â
You are. You are.
Your nails dig into her forearms, clinging to her like sheâs the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. And maybe she is, because every time she moves, every time her cock buries deep inside you, it drags you further into that spaceâthat mindless, floating feeling where you donât have to think, donât have to do anything but take it.
She tilts your chin up, forcing your hazy gaze to meet hers.
âThatâs it,â she murmurs, softer now. âLet go, baby. I got you.â
You whimper, legs trembling around her, the pleasure turning into something too much, too overwhelming, but she doesnât stop.
She wonât stop.
Not until sheâs completely ruined you.
Her pace never falters, cock dragging against that spot inside you over and over, her fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit. Youâre shaking, your breath coming in broken little pants, your body teetering on the edge of something massive, something that has you slipping further and further into the haze.
Everything else disappears
Time stops.
Thereâs just sensationâjust the push and pull, the dizzying heat, the way your body responds to her every touch like she owns it.
(And she does.)
Your mind barely registers when you start to slip completely, when words become impossible, when all you can do is moan, whimper, take it.
Sevika notices.
Her grip on your hips tightens, her strokes slowing just slightly, her voice lowering into something firm, grounding.
âThere you go,â she murmurs. âThatâs my girl.â
The words make your stomach flip, heat surging through you so violently you keel into it, your head lolling back as Sevika fucks you through it, her rhythm steady, strong, pushing you deeper.
You donât know how long she keeps you there.
Minutes. Hours. A lifetime.
You barely notice when she slows, when her thrusts turn gentle, when her lips press against your throat in something softer, grounding.
It takes a moment for you to come back down, your body trembling, muscles weak, breath shuddering in your chest.
Sevika watches you, eyes dark, calculating. Making sure youâre okay.
When she speaks, her voice is low, soothing.
âYou with me, baby?â
You blink up at her, dazed. Nodding.
She huffs a quiet laugh, brushing damp hair from your forehead.
âThatâs my good girl.â
And fuckâif the words donât send another shiver down your spine.
