pairing: meifiz (megan x sophia)
sinopsis: It was messy and Sophia did Megan no good, and she was a little selfish and a little bit of a douche bag. But Megan made her laugh so much regardless.
includes: angst, hurt!!!!, smut, top!sophia, softdom!sophia, bottom!megan, megan is a little of a brat, sophia is pathetic tbh, age gap, mommy kink, repressed feelings, praise, deep fall into subspace, fingering, i use "doll" a lot
now playing: CANNIBALISM! by slayyyter
Sophia twirled the phone in her hands, mulling the instinct over in her head. The wind is starting to pick up and Sophia really hates the cold of New York. It was hard to force herself to not think about it. The streets are busy. She should refrain from it. She should know better.
She was dialling the number in before she could really think to stop herself a third time, pressing the screen firmly against her ear, like it would shield her from the breeze.
Calling... meganđ
Fuck. Sophia really hoped she didn't pick up. That Megan had some sense in her and would simply ignore Sophia's desperate cries for attention.
But Megan would never leave her hanging, even when she should.
"Hey..." Megan's voice dropped into Sophia's gut, like it was a drug, coursing through Sophia's veins like poison.
"I'm in your city." Sophia said sharply, voice rough and low, all her well trained composure turning into dust when it came to the chinese girl.
"That's why you called voice? You know it's cringe when we don't video call." was Megan's cool response, always so good at pretending it was fine, that her heart wasn't racing since she saw sophiađ blinking on her phone's screen.
"You fucking suck." Sophia said, a little breathless, already laughing softly, because fuck it if it was messy and she did Megan no good and fuck it if she was a little selfish and a little bit of a douche bag. Megan made her laugh so good regardless of all of that.
"Do you want me to?" Megan's voice dropped to an almost whisper, something low and throaty because she was scared of overstepping even when Sophia was practically begging Megan to walk all over her.
"I want to see you, yeah." Sophia sounded like a wounded dog and Megan wanted to kick her in the stomach. Fucking loser. "Want to grab a drink? Non alcoholic. And you know I brought a few joints with me."
Megan rolled her eyes, knowing Sophia couldn't see her. Fuck, but she really liked this loser. It was coming out of Megan's mouth before she could fight it:
"Sure, I'll entertain the idea. When and where?"
"Right now and wherever you pick. It's your city, after all." Sophia's smile was audible through the phone, Megan getting a little dizzy from the memory of it alone.
They went over the details, fought over who would hang up, Megan won, and then she sprinted to get ready, almost running face first into the bathroom door. Lara saw her down the corridor and started laughing hysterically, running after her housemate to find out what was happening.
"Girl, are you ok? Why are you falling down on yourself?" Lara asked giggling, reaching Megan in time to see her stripping for a quick shower.
"I'm going out, I might not come back tonight. I hope I don't. I don't know, might be better if I do. I don't fucking know dude don't pressure me." Megan said all at once. Lara blinked slowly, not having interrupted once.
"She called, didn't she? Your married situationship from LA who's, like, a decade older than you, right?" Lara tilted her head, reading Megan like a book.
"Nine years. Not a decade." Megan raised her finger as if that made any diference. "She has a name, you know. Sophia. And she is my friend first and foremost." Megan's face was red.
"Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Lemme help with the makeup, tho." Lara answered, winking at Megan, going soft because in the end that was her ride or die, even if Lara didn't really understand the whole drama with her sugar mommy.
And it was actually really cute how Megan was dancing and singing in the shower, all happy with her date.
"By the way, are y'all still doing the whole virgin drinks thing since you're not 21 yet? Can't believe she bends you in half but won't drink with you." Lara questioned, already half laughing, and all Megan did was throw an empty shampoo bottle in her direction.
The bar was small, tucked into the curve of a quiet corner, drinks way too expensive for Megan's college part time job to cover.
"Want me to pick for you and you pick mine?" Sophia said, body tilted onto the table, cleavage a little too low for Megan's sanity. Her deep brown eyes weren't any easier to look at than her tits.
"Pick both, even if your taste kinda sucks." Megan huffs out, giving up on the menu.
"I like you, don't I? What does that say about my taste?" and why did all of Sophia's words need to come out with that damn smile? Megan wanted to die a little bit, actually.
"Kinda sucks." Megan repeated herself, kicking Sophia under the table. The older just giggled.
Sophia ordered fruity, yummy virgin drinks, they popped out of the bar to smoke twice, Megan smelt so so good, they ordered a snack with the next round, Megan's hands were so so pretty, they lost track of time and had to be kicked out of the bar, Sophia insisted on paying the whole bill, they weren't drunk but they were so so high, Megan was so so perfect that Sophia wanted to cry. She had refrained all night from touching Megan too much, from getting too inside her space, the table a safety between them, the smoke breaks made from a distance, she was doing such a good job at being just Megan's friend, she was going to feel so good tomorrow-
"So... you're gonna drop me off at home?" Megan asked, eyes beautiful in the dark night, the one billion lit up corners of New York making her shine. Sometimes Sophia didn't hate this city that much.
"You wanna get rid of me already?" Sophia asked, regretting the words coming out of her mouth instantly. Megan turned around from her spot waiting for their uber to face Sophia directly, getting a little closer.
"Depends. Will you be ok tomorrow?" Megan sighed, body already humming with want since she saw Sophia walking into the bar, greeting Megan with a tight hug, and it was worse now that she could see Sophia's shiny, pathetic eyes gleaming from up close.
"You know I won't be." Sophia's voice dropped from the proximity, hands itching to touch Megan. She could blame the weed if she was that much of an asshole, but, at the very least, the only thing she always blamed was herself.
"Good. I like to see you cry." Megan's eyes were drooping, hands going to rest softly over Sophia's shoulders, hesitantly like she was afraid the touch would burn (and because it had, before. a few times, in fact).
Sophia shivered with just the memory of Megan's touch.
She was doomed from the start.
Megan was warm, broad shoulders relaxing with Sophia's touch, the heat in the pit of her stomach getting tighter and tighter the deeper Sophia gazed at her. It was ridiculous, really; they were just in their underwear, sat on the hotel bed, Sophia carefully caressing her naked shoulders while they stared at each other in silence. Like they weren't shirtless because they craved the touch, the kisses, the bites (no, it is just warm in here). So close, yet still pretending there was something actually holding them back besides the simmering pleasure from just looking at the other's eyes.
Megan took her own hand and guided it to her chest, groping softly through the fabric of her top. Sophia followed the movement with her eyes, jaw falling open slightly, teeth begging to nip when Megan pinched her nipple, the older's body thrumming when it pebbled underneath the cotton. Megan pulled the bra down to really play with her tit, mesmerized by how Sophia's mouth and tongue subconsciously tried to follow the movement of her fingers. Her nails dug into Megan's shoulders, saliva pooling in her mouth.
"Come take a bite, mommy, come on." Megan's breathy voice let out, slicing the heavy silence, squeezing her tit harder. Her tone was already so whiny, so airy, Megan on the brink of sanity, feeling herself going insane if Sophia just didn't fucking touch her already.
Good thing Sophia was like a thirsty dog when it came to Megan, desperately mouthing at her tit in a second, warm tongue wetting her nipple, pathetically whining from the taste of Megan's skin. Sophia was already almost crying, hands trembling where they gripped Megan's waist.
"There you go, mommy, shhh, shhh, it's okay..." Megan moaned softly, rolling her eyes with how Sophia suckled her nipple, body slowly falling down onto the mattress, Sophia's warm frame draping over her body. Megan felt caged, but safe; Sophia was like a mantle, warm and heavy and all consuming.
Sophia craddles Megan's body, holding her in, claiming the girl as only hers for that moment, for a second at least, and Megan turns to putty in between her arms, back arched beautifully into Sophia's torso, mind blank and guided solely by the woman's murmurs:
"You're my perfect doll, my most beautiful plaything, all mine..." Sophia mumbled against Megan's skin, all tongue and lips and teeth, and the only thing Megan could do was whine and hump Sophia's toned thigh.
"Calm down, I'll play with you now, doll, I'm here... Relax for mommy." and there was Sophia, past the cloudiness of need that having Megan close caused on her. There was who Sophia was so addicted to being: Megan's safety, Megan's pleasure, Megan's surrender.
Her fingers splayed down Megan's body, dragging over every dip and curve, firm grips claiming the pale skin, Megan arching and huffing softly into it, bit by bit losing focus and becoming just the feeling Sophia caused on her, just an extension of Sophia's desire. It was so peaceful there, in a place where she didn't even have to be anything, where Sophia was Everything already.
"Open up for me, doll, let mommy touch you..." the drawl of Sophia's voice was hypnotic, Megan letting her limbs be moved by Sophia's strong grip. Her fingers crawled up Megan's knee, scratching softly at her inner thigh, thumb then digging into the soft skin the higher she touched until Megan was a quivering, sensitive mess. Only then did Sophia take two fingers to her dripping panties, pressing over the fabric until Megan curled into herself, mouth open in a silent, choked moan.
Sophia let go of her only enough to pull Megan's panties hastily down, that desperation always in danger of peeking through the control, but Megan gave in so easily, helping to kick them off, and so soon was Sophia over her body again, warm mouth over Megan's bitten, sore lips, kissing Megan's whimpers when she brought two fingers to her cunt again, now really feeling how drenched Megan was, enough that they both cried a little into each other's mouth. Sophia dragged her fingers up to Megan's clit, then down again, teasing, slow and firm at first, every flick making Megan's muscles spasm, then quicker and lighter, Megan's body trembling inside Sophia's embrace, crying softly into her neck, blunt nails having painted Sophia's skin with red slashes.
Megan was so close, so embarrassingly close, but it was finally her mommy holding her and taking good care of her so how could she not become undone so quickly. Sophia kept praising her for being so patient, so beautiful, so strong, such an obedient slut, the best whore Sophia has ever fucked, her little angel, her baby doll, Mommy loves you Mommy owns your perfect little body, baby, you're everything for Mommy.
And when Megan came, body thrusting into Sophia's hand, three of her mommy's fingers inside her, stretching her so perfectly, every muscle trembling from the pleasure and the exhaustion and the release, she finally felt completely at peace, at least for a second.
Sophia let her slowly ride it out, staring into Megan's soft, glassy eyes, shushing and caressing softly until she relaxed enough for Sophia to pull her fingers out, watching for Megan's reactions. She only shivered a bit and sighed softly.
"You did so perfectly." Sophia said midway into hugging Megan tightly to her chest, like she would never let go, and perhaps that was the most painful lie they chose to ignore.
"You are precious, so good to me, mama's perfect doll..." Sophia kept softly whispering into Megan's hair, both of them relaxing further and further into the embrace. Megan's consciousness started drifting to the beautiful sound of Sophia's voice. Sophia followed her shortly after, listening to every breath Megan took.
Tomorrow would suck. But tonight, at least, it was ok.
being so good, so obedient, so perfectâuntil i'm so fucking close that i start spanking and scratching their face, forcing them back into their place and i cum while they beg me to stop and their blood is dripping down my face
The room was dark, lit only by your lamp; the amber light barely illuminated it, lending it a peaceful atmosphere, completely at odds with what was happening inside your head.
You were playing with the pink strands of meganâs hair, tangling it around your finger and watching it unravel, falling gently into your hand. You repeated a couple of times, her full weight lay comfy on top of you, cheek on your chest, arms surrounding you, one leg stretched out between yours, intertwined.
Staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, your mind was a loud mess that seemed never to stop, that day, repeating itself over and over, you wanted, you needed to know exactly how it happened and what even happened. The days passed, and that question gnawed at you more and more.
Your phone vibrated on the nightstand, pulling you from your anxious thoughts for a second. It was a notification from your group of friends; exams were over, and they would finally have free time. They wanted to visit you.
A big smile spread across your lips, eyes widening slightly at the unexpected, but clearly welcome visitation. Perhaps their presence would make you feel better, distract your mind at least for a few hours.
Two years ago, you made the decision to live alone in the cabin when the outside world became too much for you; the peace your soul felt after such a drastic change was immense, you feel more than grateful for it, because thanks to that you meet this lovely fox that was now sleeping contently on you.
Visits from your friends always brought you excitement; despite everything, you always kept them in touch, you put your phone back on the nightstand.
Now, it was even harder to fall asleep.
You sighed heavily, the air brush meganâs relaxed ear, making both ears twitch and angle towards you. Already noticing your unease state, your palm stroked her back, moving up to her cheek to hold it, thumb brushing, assuring her that you were okay.
As you expected, her ears move sideways, relaxing, a tiny relief sigh leaving her body.
2:34 am
The moment you barely opened your sleepy eyes, your gaze followed the window, and the sky was still dark.
You still couldnât fall asleep properly.
âY/n?â
At meganâs little voice, your lip unconsciously curled to the side, her eyes were drowsy as a small yawn escaped, fangs fully on display at the action, her ears pointed at you, with total attention, she leaned into your holding palm on her cheek, her eyelashes fell heavily, followed by a tiny pout.
She was so beautiful, it made you feel like you were in a dream.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â She mumbles against your palm before planting soothing pecks.
âNothing my loveâŚgo back to sleepâ Not the answer she wanted, her golden eyes fluttered open, meeting your tired ones, reading you perfectly, your fingers ran through her messy hair.
âHmm, talk to meâŚâ She insisted, your knuckles tickled as you felt her fluffy ears drop into them.
âUhmmâŚsome friends are gonna be here laterâŚâ You lied, but not entirely; it wasnât the right time to remember. Only the thought of it physically destroyed you.
And you couldnât even imagine what it did to her.
Megan frowned, eyes avoiding yours, processing it.
âWhy?â
âTheyâre on vacation and⌠just wanted to visit me, thatâs all- Iâll bake the chocolate brownies you like.â You noticed her brows furrow a little more, jaw tensing, and tried to cheer her up a bit.
âYeah?â Her gaze shifted back to you, a wide grin showing, the displeasure momentarily fading.
it worked.
âAnd maybeâŚâ You bring her closer, your hand on the back of her head, the knuckles of your other hand caressing her cheekbones.
âIf you behave⌠Iâll cook more, just for youâ You smiled against her lips, noticing the sparkle in her eyes, ears twitching a few times in enthusiasm, tail wagging.
âYesâŚyessâŚI will babyâ
After that, megan couldnât resist; she covered her lips with yours. The taste was so smooth, better than any chocolate brownie. You leaned in, parting your lips, giving her more access, gentle touches all over your bodies.
Your system relaxed immediately, lulling you into a deep sleep, as if megan were the cure for any ailment. And yes, she was, like an angel, who fell from heaven right into your arms.
-
The aroma of chocolate inundated the kitchen, your gaze lost on the floor, drifting off until the sound of the oven brought you back to reality, indicating that the dessert was ready.
You thought megan was still sleeping, but she suddenly appeared, and you jumped back in fright.
Sometimes you wondered if she could secretly teleport or somethingâŚ
âGosh! Meg!â You exhaled that breath that was stuck only a second in your lungs and laughed, shaking your head, a soft giggle left her lips and you admired her whisker dimples for a moment, her tail flip playfully.
Even if she did you wouldn't mind if that meant seeing that pretty smile each time she successfully scared you.
Smoke rose upwards as you took the freshly baked brownies out, precisely placing them on the table.
âCareful,â You warn, taking off your kitchen gloves.
But she was faster.
She snatched a piece straight from the center, her fangs sinking into the molten chocolate before she even registered the burn.
âOuch! Fuck! Ah!â She hissed, tossing the piece of chocolate back into its place, almost hitting the floor.
âMegâŚ.what did I say?â She looked down, wringing her hands with a stubborn pout, you couldnât help but chuckle. She blows cold air on her red fingers, ears flattened in embarrassment.
âI know, I know!â She whined through puffed cheeks, still fanning her burning tongue.
At your laughing sounds her ears jiggled, she slowly directed her finger back to the dessert, wanting to hear more.
âNoooâ Your expression tried to be stern, but, the way you were holding back a chuckle by nipping your bottom lip gave you away; entertaining her.
Her tail was wildly swishing with amusement, a challenging look in her eyes.
âMegan!â She immediately surrendered to your tone.
âBut it smells so goodddâŚâ Whining, her pout deepened, bottom lip pushing out in an exaggerated manner, she approached you and her arms encircled your torso. Her tail drooped slightly, the tips still twitched with impatience.
âI know baby but you have to wait okay?â You petted her back slowly, comforting, your other arm around her shoulder, her fluffy ears brushing against your jaw, moving pleasurably at the affect.
âMmmmâ A whine vibrating on your neck, getting you to shiver just a little, but enough for her to tease.
âIâll eat you first thenâŚâ Her fangs only grazed your skin, causing a whine to escape you involuntarily. Her ears perk up at the tiny sound and she smirked. The tip of her tail brushes the skin of your thighs, exposed due to the small shorts you wore, and you feel goosebumps.
âMmghh wait-â Your hands found her waist, gently pushing her with a nervous laugh, your cheeks flushed.
âIâm busy little foxâŚI have to cook more for the guestsâŚâ You complained weakly, but there was that doubt in your voice; the one that screams âkeep goingâ , the immediate effect she had on you was worth studying.
âBut⌠is earlyâ Your eyes find her puppy ones, and down to her pouty lips, dangerously close to yours, only one centimeter from giving in.
Two hours later
You somehow managed to get everything done, mostly due to your constant scolding
âMegan, handsâ
âMegan, stop tasting the frostingâ
âMegan, move!â
The cabin air was amazing, packed with the smell of brownies and savory snacks, along with the constant giggling.
-
The doorbell rang, your heart pound in your chest, stomach clenching with emotion.
âMegsâŚyou wanna say hi?â Your voice became higher.
âMaybeâŚâ She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with that pleading expression; she was very very shy.
You understood immediately; the last thing you wanted to do was force her. Your fingers scratch the back of her ears making them flick at the apologetic contact.
She looked down, playing with her hands, which you held in yours.
âBaby is gonna be okayâŚthey donât biteâŚâ You giggle a little at the memory of them and look away trying to find the right words to convince her âThey are really fun, trust meâ
Without further ado, she simply embraces you seeking comfort and you melt into it.
âHow long will you be with them?â She brushed her cheek against your shoulder, her furry ears nervously graze on them.
âI donât know my loveâŚbut Iâm here, okay?â You broke the hug and gently held her face, her eyes shift to the side evading yours, insecured, ears flat, tail hanging low.
âYou can come with me whenever you need to, okay? Donât be scaredâŚâ
You guided her out of the room, holding her hand, but she froze almost outside, gripping the the corner of the door.
âUhm⌠Iâll just waitâ Her voice was small, letting go of your hand.
Her sad puppy-dog eyes broke your heart; you knew how sensitive she was.
With a whine, you hugged her again then your lips give little kisses all over her face, making her laugh, to calm her nerves, your heart swelled with affection at the melody.
One last soft kiss and you left the room.
Megan watched you excitedly head towards the front door. You were wearing a white tank top and black baggy jeans, the perfume you wore filled her senses.
You looked so good, how could she resist not touching you and devouring you?
Your excitement was contagious, easing megan thoughts, her lips twitch upwards as you opened the door. About five people were behind it, they all immediately hugged you energetically. Squeals and laughter saturated the cabin.
But
First, her smile slowly faded when she saw the unnecessarily long hug from one of your friends. Second, the sudden loud noise irritated her ears, and at the overwhelmed feeling, she closed the bedroom door.
You glanced sideways and noticed, your mind clouding for a moment but immediately returning as you heard Laraâs joke. Your attention was entirely focused on your friends now. You figured Megan wouldnât mind much, just a few hours wouldnât be a problem.
Right?
Megan huffed, pacing back and forth around the place, debating whether to go or stay.
Ugh why did your friend hug you like that?
Why did her chest tighten achingly?
What was this annoying feeling?
It was like, a need to push them away from you, even ripped them apart, so intense.
She kept looking outside the window, searching for escape and release for her overthinking mind. The day was absolutely beautiful, the sun illuminating the trees and plants, birds singing, and a gentle breeze rustling through the flowers.
A complete contrast to all that uncomfortable weight she was feeling inside, her tail swag uneasily, the sound of nature almost calling her even louder than the sounds of you and your friends who were just one door away, her fox ears recognizing the woods.
Meganâs mind keeps imagining feeling the breeze that touched the flowers in her fox fur instead.
She couldnât stand it any longer.
-
Time flew by, and before you knew it, night had fallen. Your friends were helping you clean the dishes.
Your gaze occasionally drifted back to the bedroom, more often than you realized until Dani mentioned it. You just said it was nothing.
It was everything
Deep down, you wanted them to meet the love of your life, the one you wake up to every morning, the one who made your stay in the cabin magical, the one who made you feel so much love that you felt you could explode, and above allâŚthe one you wanted to be the mom of your future kids.
You expect at least her peeking out.
But nothing during those hours.
Could it be? No.
You tensed up consummately just thinking about it.
A hand wave as you said goodbye to all your friends with hugs, thanking them for their company. Inside, panic slowly flooded your body.
The second you closed the gate, you ran to the bedroom doorway, opened it⌠and nothing, the bed was empty, only the fox plushie remained.
âYou stink.â
You jolted and turned sharply over your shoulder.
Megan stood with her arms crossed, her foot tapping the ground in clear annoyance, and her tail twitched rapidly behind her, not even a playfull smile at your reaction. Her entire body language indicated she wasnât exactly thrilled about the visit.
She wasnât like that before, it was different, as if something else had bothered her.
âGoshâŚMegan,â You breathe out, hand on your chest, feeling your heart race, the air returning to your lungs.
This damn fox and the incredible agility were going to be the death of you one day.
You let a relieved nervous chuckle and tried to approach, but she walked away from you.
âYou should take a bathâŚâ She spat out in disgust, huffing.
Your scent was overwhelming, unfamiliar, unknown; she didnât like it, at all; it was occupied by the perfume you had put on for the guests that started to irritated her, not even your natural aroma that she loved so much in sight, and much worseâŚthe scent of your friends, strangers for her, was all over you.
Not a trace of her own.
Her nose wrinkled, and she avoided looking at you.
Her arms crossed as she sat on the bed. You only paused there, unable to help feeling hurt by her unexpected rejection.
âBabyâŚâ You scoff, not fully believing it, not understanding âWhat do you mean?â She glanced at you a couple of times, as if wanting to speak, but nothing came out.
She couldnât find words, she couldnât even process it, she just feltâŚrage and betrayed.
She huffed again annoyed, uncrossing her arms to turn on the tv, ignoring you on purpose.
âUgh fine thenâ You were expecting more words and at not hearing any you simply left the room, leaving her alone, since she so desperately wanted to be, you thought, clicking your tongue.
The moment you stormed out of the room, tears welling up, she swallowed quickly, stopping it from falling, and her face dropped into her hands.
-
Hot cascade of water fell on your skin as you sighed heavily, it relaxed your, now tense shoulders, but just momentarily.
You hadnât expected megan to react like this; it was the first time youâd seen her so upset.
Forbidding her from going out into nature, her instinct, her freedom was affecting her much more than you expected, youâll have to do something about it very soon. Her rejection todayâŚwas something else.
Something youâll never want it to see it again.
It's as if she resents you for being locked up, but you weren't going to take any risks; going outside, facing danger, again, was non-negotiable.
After drying your hair, you left the bathroom, wearing only a towel that wrapped around your already dry, naked frame.
Once inside the bedroom, megan didnât even look at you, her eyes glued to the tv, as if you didnât exist. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on her, searching for clothes in your closet.
Megan watched you, of course she did, but when you werenât looking, she noticed your rigid shoulders, the heavy sighs, the way you were aggressively searching for your clothes.
For a moment she almost wanted to hug you and apologize, but the image of your friends hugging you appeared in her mind like a reminder, her blood boiling, her emotions taking over before she could even think of her own words.
âYou still stink, you know.â
âGosh, whatâs up with you, Megan?â You snapped and turned to stare at her, but she looked away, staring out the window instead, already regretting her own words, the tips of her ears quivering at your tone.
âOh, so youâre going to ignore me now, huh?â You concluded incredulously, shaking your head. She forced her eyes closed, trying to restrain herself from, she didnât even know what exactly, she just know that every word you said irritated her more.
âYou know what? If you want to ignore me so badly today, Iâll sleep on the damn couch then.â
Regardless of her anger, you noticed how her ears droop automatically; she clearly didnât like the idea. After a few seconds of total silence and hope, you just give up and head to the door, your clothes in your hands to get dressed somewhere else.
Megan snapped.
The moment you turned around, you felt strong hands grip your waist flipping you around.
Without another word, she devoured your lips, hitting your back against the wall, making you gasp on her mouth, your clothes forgotten on the floor.
The kiss was so deep you could barely breathe, her thigh pressed firmly against your core through the towel, you felt her cock slowly harden on your leg.
Megan swallowed your moans, refusing to let you retreat even an inch. Her hand tightened in your fresh hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss, effectively silencing any attempt to speak.
âM-Meg,â You muffle a whimper, seeking mercy, which you achieved. She pulled away, your breath and hers ragged against your swollen lips, your fingers tightened on her shirt, slowly pushing.
She raise and eyebrown at your attempt, realizing that you were doubting whether you really wanted her away or not, you barely pushed her, so, she pinned both your wrists above your head with one strong hand to prevent it.
The other hand remained on your waist. She kissed you again messily, almost violently, her fangs occasionally grazing your lip, your lips were throbbing and burning as if you had put on lip plumping lipstick.
âI hated that they touched youâŚand that youâŚyou let them.â Her thigh hurried harder between your legs, and you whimpered, your mind blank.
âIâm the only one that can.â
âI-IâmâŚy-yesâŚonly you canâŚtouch meâ You were able to answer with soft gasps, her grip on your wrists didnât loosen, her thigh start to grind in a slow, torturous circle deliberately punishing you, her cock throbbed.
âThen act like it.â She muttered, capturing your lips once more in a brutal kiss.
Eventually she slowly revealed her eyes, pupils dark, golden barely noticeable, gaze wild with jealousy, something primal, it made you feel like a prey completely at her disposal, it was so intense that it made you look away by turning your head to the side, she took advantage.
Her fangs sank into your neck, not breaking skin but marking deeply, a claim. Her teeth scraped over the sensitive pulse point, leaving wet, red hickeys immediately.
You whimpered against her hold, squirming, useless, it only made her tighten her grip even more, cutting off your circulation. Her tail encased fully around your leg, trapping you.
âMine.â Desperate breaths with each claim. âOnly mine.â
Despite the pain, your cunt throbbed shamelessly at the sudden roughness, turning you on much more than it should, you stay still entirely at her mercy.
âY-yoursâŚâ You sob, her hot tongue licked all the fresh marks making it sting even more, your knees give up but she crushed closer, preventing you from falling.
âFuck m-megan pleaseâ You rubbed against her firm thigh slowly and pathetically, seeking any relief.
Pulling away from your lips, a dark smirk played on her needful mouth, her tongue moistening her lips, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, wasnât enough; she wanted more, much more.
She was starving.
Megan took a moment to scan you, you looked so defenseless, your eyes glassy avoiding her intense ones, your weak hands grasped by her, your neck red and damaged, but despite your vulnerable stateâŚher gaze lowered, and your hips moved faster, desperately.
She realized it, you were silently screaming for more, you weren't fighting, you were equally starved.
In one swift motion, she released your sore wrists, red marks painted like a bracelet.
You let out a shaky moan of relief, but before you could properly breathe. Her hands captivated your hips tightly, so tightly it hurt deliciously.
God, what was happening to you?
The bed knocked the breath from you as she forced you down, pinning your stomach against the sheets. She hovered over you immediately, her weight imprisoning you before you could even adjust.
One hand pinned both your wrists above your head again, you test it, her grip like iron, not giving the bruises a break, a cry caught in your throat.
Your towel fell away, leaving you completely bare against the sheets. She didnât hesitate, her lips and fangs traveled down your spine, leaving a trail of bites.
âYou smell better nowâŚâ Her voice was husky and low, breath burning hot on your sensitive, now sore back. Her free hand caressed you, admiring her own work with an pleased smile.
All her fragrance envelops you as hers, so perfect.
Much better.
You were helpless beneath her, even if you tried to get her off, you couldnât, and being so weakly stuck made your arousal run down your inner thighs, aching, craving more, your screams muffled with each possessive pinch, the pillow dug into your face.
âStay thereâŚâ She suddenly pulled back, releasing your shoulder with a final, hard suck.
She stood up, huffing irritably, she wasnât satisfied yet.
You remained obediently still, you heard movement, then the heavy mirror from your dresser was suddenly dragged in front of the bed, facing you.
âLook.â She ordered gruffly.
Your own needy expression in the reflection, her behind you with a malicious smile, ready to break you, to ruin you, absolutely loving the scene.
You could see everything, her frame, now bare, possessing yours.
Her fingers trace your waist, her touch so gentle it frightened you, her warm skin against your marked flesh felt like a blanket on winter nights, you closed your eyes in contented relief, but before you knew it, her teeth found your skin again.
And you threw your head back, requesting more ignoring the build-up ache.
Megan wasnât the biggest fan of doggystyle; she didnât like it at all at the point of never doing it, because she couldnât see your face.
But this, god, all of this, was so erotic. One little friction on your soaked center and you could feel yourself falling apart.
And as if she could read your mind.
One hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest down into the mattress while keeping your ass raised perfectly for her.
Her leaking cock rested heavy against your entrance. You looked in the mirror, seeing her towering behind you, eyes locked on your marked back. She didnât prep you. She grabbed her length and lined up.
âKeep your eyes open.â She demanded biting her lip as she felt your entrance clench around her head, eager to swallow her full.
She pushed inside in one hard thrust, filling you completely. A choked moan tore from your throat, you watched her face, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, golden eyes burning with raw possession.
She rolled her hips once, adjusting the angle and stayed there, letting you squeeze her, her heavy balls on your pulsing clit. Her hand came up to cup your cheek, holding your face toward the mirror.
âSo tight babyâŚfuckâŚâ She moan softly and you just whine.
She tilt her head to the side to get a better view of your form, admiring it, her brows furrowed in pleasure.
Barely moving, she notices how your arch struggles, stomach grazing the sheets under.
Then she lifted you up, your back fall to her chest and your head on her shoulder, her tail circled your middle like a rope, holding you steady, keeping your arch, her hands groped your tits, tracing your curves, whorshipping your build.
She slowly moved her hips away from your ass, pulling it all the way out before thrusting it back in forcefully, eliciting another broken gasp from your throat, your hands flying to her thighs, gripping tightly to hold it together.
âFuck you are milking me out so hard babyâŚare you close already? I didnât even startâŚâ She mocked in your ear, her hips danced in circles, tip stimulating your g-spot, you rolled your eyes, any thoughts in your mind clouding over, the only thing there was her.
âPlease megan pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what sweetheart? Use your wordsâŚâ She pulls out, you sob at the loss.
âMoreâŚplease moreâŚpleaseâ Your eyes glassy with need, voice breaking, she slammed back all the way in, teasing you enough to drive you wild with need.
She maintained those movements, slowly sliding out and pushing all her length back in roughly, holding you right on the edge but not giving enough for you to break, taking her sweet time watching you suffer.
It was a completely new feeling for her, seeing you beg, broken, she loved it, bringing a new experience to both of you. Megan was always your obedient puppy.
Your pride was totally shattered now but, the way she played with your body like you were just a toy for her pleasure, your skin poured by her territorial claims, gosh, you were gonna cum.
âMegan! I-Iâm-!"
She slides out again, you whine frustrated, hips reaching back.
âYou are fucking mineâŚsay it.â
âIâm yoursâŚall yoursâŚmegan, please!â Tears fall down your ruined face, looking right into her eyes in the reflection of the mirror, she smiles, satisfied, you came with just one hard and deep thrust, mouth open in desperate whimpers, nails digging into her skin making her groan, back arching even more on her front, your walls clamping down rhythmically around her thick shaft.
You watched yourself in the mirror, body completely wrecked by the intensity.
Your expression in the mirror made her follow immediately, almost automatically and burst inside with a choked moan, without her begging, without making her wait; now she was in control, her entire grip tightened, keeping you locked in that position, her tail squeezing you tightly, winning another mark.
Her cock was deep, keeping you full to the bottom.
Meganâs tail loosened its grip after the waves of her orgasm slowly faded, you flop onto the bed with aftershocks, meganâs body followed you like a magnet, refusing to let go, her arms supporting her weight while catching her breath.
Her hands were on the mattress on each side of your waist, watching your figure tremble, her ears rising and falling with each ragged breath that came from you, almost in synchronization.
Without giving you any more rest, she lifted your ass and spread your shaky legs, fitting between them, her tail hugging your left thigh keeping it open.
You knew it wasnât enough for her.
You saw in the reflection how she grabbed a pillow that was next to you and placed it under your hips. You squirmed. The fabric of the pillow on direct contact to your sensitive clit. She placed her hand on your back, demanding your arch.
No teasing this time, she began to move quickly, her grip firm on your waist, delicious, her fingers squeezing your waist, moving down to your hips, leaving fingerprints, helping her thrust. Her fox ears flicked with pure bliss on every deep stroke.
Your knees slid against the sheets, your stomach falling onto the bed, losing your arch, megan's thighs now settled behind your thighs, the pillow helping to keep your ass up for her.
âCan you take it baby? Mm? Can you take it?â She teased in your ear with that smirk glued to her lips, mesmerized by seeing you so needy, your swollen clit rubbing on the pillow under your hips, building a new orgasm.
âMghh yes, yes, fuck me baby, fuck meâ You cried urgently as you felt yourself falling apart, your walls contract around her thick member, making her groan loudly with pleasure, she slowed down, hips jerking at the clench.
She started thrusting again.
Your face smashed the pillowcase each time her body mercilessly shoved forward yours, drool and tears staining the fabric.
âMmâŚopen that hole for me baby, open itâŚIâm so closeâŚâ
She yanked your head up by your hair, forcing your face back toward the mirror, a strip of saliva connected to the pillow and your swollen lips. Her expression was cruel, enjoying your desperation.
âLook at yourself.â She commanded, and as soon as your eyes meet the mirror
Her grip tightened on your hair, making your scalp ache from how hard it was. She came again, biting hard on your pulse point as she stifled her moan. Her fangs let go and she pants in your ear, her muscles tensing firmly against you.
In the mirror, her chin rested on your shoulder, her mouth released hot puffs of air, fangs showing, her eyes closed in delight, her ears flat on her head, she looked so damn hot, you clamped your drippy pussy in amazement.
âYou liked it mhm?â She let out a breathy chuckle, placing kisses on your shoulder and stopping on your cheek, her eyes opened lazily.
You nodded frantically, looking directly at her half-open eyes.
âYou belong to me y/nâŚgoshâŚlook at youâŚso perfect for meâ She guided your chin and met your lips in a sloppy wet kiss filled with your strangled moans as soon as she started to thrust again.
Part of her anger seemed to have dissipated, judging by the way she touched you.
She leaned back, looking at the mirror, wet and clapping sounds filling the air along with the sound of the mattress creaking, fuck, she was still fucking mad.
âGosh pleaseâŚâ You bite your trembling lips to not scream.
Her eyes caught the movement instantly in the reflection.
âDonât hide your sounds.â She moans softly, and grip your jaw, forcing your bottom lip free with her thumb. Her hips snapped forward harder, making you cry out, tears falling, ruining your face even more.
âKeep your mouth open.â
You saw your face contorted in pleasure, all red from crying, your marked back flexing with every brutal roll of her hips. Her cock was thick, stretching you impossibly wide. She was relentless,no rhythm, just raw power, claiming every inch.
The way she pursed her lips in anger (a/n:like the giftâŚ), her gaze fixed on where her wet cock sank into you again and again, she was giving it to you with such fury, releasing the words that couldnât come out of her mouth with her body.
She leaned in, pinning you down even more, your form almost sinking into the bed beneath her, her moans grew louder and more desperate.
âCum in me pleaseâŚfill me upâ You encouraged.
Megan wastes no time, she fill up making you roll your eyes in ecstasy, her essence overflowing your womb, leakage dripping out around her thrusting shaft.
âYou would look so cute chubby with my puppiesâ She fuck you even faster chasing another release, your expression in the reflection made her lose control.
âY-yes fuckâŚI want your puppiesâ
âIâm gonna cum inside you again and again to make" a loud thrust âfuckingâ another âsureâ the last one hit your spongy spot perfectly, muscles squeezing around her like a vice.
She slowed her thrust, her anger fading each time she came inside you. You were dizzy, your body like jelly, overstimulated, but regardless, you kept asking for more, completely intoxicated by the feeling, the desire, the need, and something else, your eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, her expression impossible to miss, every time she was close you encouraged, clenching out every last drop.
âYou want me cumming inside you again?â
âYes pleaseâŚpleaseâ With that, she spilled the last of her inside your walls.
You were boneless, youâd never felt it so intense, you felt your cunt in flames, her release hotter each time. Megan removed the pillow from under you, your form went limp beneath her, and she stayed inside, kissing your sweaty, numbed figure.
Absolutely ruined, leaking around her length. Your brain was completely offline, only broken little whimpers exiting from your lips. She slowly pulled out, making your entire body jerk violently.
âGood girlâŚmy good girlâ She whispered, rubbing your hips with her thumbs, the tip of her tail comfortably softened your skin.
âMy babyâŚall mineâŚmy precious girl..â Her tone was so soft, completely different from the one she used just now when she was filling you up nonstop; you assumed all her anger had vanished until there was nothing left.
âFuck meganâŚâ You said breathless, speechless,entirely worn out.
âGoshâŚyou are beautifulâŚâ Megan spread your puffy lips, worshipping the vision of her release oozing out.
âSo full of meâŚâ
That was the last thing you heard before you drifted off, your vision going dark.
Her eyes softened as she watched you almost faint, her ears drooped, and she gently smoothed your cheek, watching your expression ease.
Megan stayed awake, holding you tightly against her chest. Her fox ears flick softly with every little movement you make in your sleep.
Gentle kisses brush against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, apologizing silently for pushing you so hard. Her hand gently rubbed your stomach in soothing circles, keeping you warm and secure.
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When your body regained consciousness, a groan immediately escaped you from the soreness, meganâs ears perked up at it, teasing your neck. She was spooning you.
You noticed your soft skin against the freshly changed pillows and sheets, not a trace of the sticky mess, the only thing left in sight was your figure covered in marks, some red, some purple, you were utterly reclaimed.
Then a soft whine.
âMeg?â Another
She hid her face in your hair, as if she wasnât the one drawing it on your skin, you looked over your shoulder with an raise brow.
Her forehead rubbed on your shoulder, fluffy ears tickling your bare skin, they quivered fearfully, tail moving back and forth.
So now the puppy is back?
âLook at meâ You try, but only gain another pitiful whine.
âMeganâ Now a whimper.
And well, basically, yesterdayâs megan was possessed.
Then you heard little sobs and sniffles.
Oh my gosh, is she crying?
âMeg? Baby? Hey heyâ You turned around and she used her hands to hide her face, ears trembling with each sob.
âBaby come onâŚâ You insisted, placing your fingers on hers, kissing them gently, you slowly parted her hands, uncovering her pretty face.
Her nose, cheeks, and eyes were red; your hand rested on her cheek, feeling it hot, almost as if she had a fever.
âOwwâŚmy babyâŚâ She sniffled, pouting, âLet's talk, okay?â
âI-ImâŚâ She took a deep shaky breath âIâm sorry if I hurt you too badâŚâ Her eyes were teary, almost crying again as she looked down the bites.
The truth is that you loved every second of it, mostly the bitingâŚor the mirror thingâŚor the breedingâŚorâŚeverything?
Damn
The corner of your mouth curved, remembering, and there she was, the one who marked you deeply, crying in front of you.
You cleared your throat and spoke to her, you assured and affirmed, as much as she needed it, you both took advantage of the moment to talk about the small argument, reaching an agreement, since it was the first argument you ever had with her, you didn't want it to happen again.
Megan's lips left kisses on your skin, asking for forgiveness, but deep down not regretting it that much...you looked like a work of art of the museum, painted by her; you were the most beautiful in her eyes.
Her hands trace lazy patterns on your skin, focusing more on rubbing your tummy while kissing between your tits, she purred as you encourage her to soothe you by scratching the back of her ears.
âHmm we should have breakfast babyâŚI left four trays of brownies stored"
âI eatâŚâ
She paused
You giggle âYou liked it? Can you bring me some?â
âI eat them allâŚâ
Oh gosh
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A/N: I didn't realize how long it took me to update the series...đ sorry guys, I think this part is the longest tho, hope y'all enjoyy, tysm for readingâĄ
How long did you say you'd been on t again? Wow, that's really not that long... That probably means your dicks still pretty small, huh? Let me have a look, pull down your pants for me. Look at that, there's a wet spot on your boxers... And I can see your little dick is poking out too, you're really turned on right now, aren't you? Let's pull down those boxers too, I need to get a proper look at this... Don't be embarrassed, it's cute you're getting all worked up over this. Wow, your pussy is so puffy, have you been playing with it a lot lately? Yeah, I can tell... I can't believe you're really that wet from this, let me feel. Awww, are you moaning? That's adorable. Look! Your little dick is twitching when I push my fingers up against your hole! You want me to push them inside you?
making a sub top whine and beg for the opportunity to fuck you and cooing in his ear about what a good boy he's being and edging him while listening to the sounds of his desperate whimpers and moans mmmmph
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