THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE
Titus Danforth x afab!reader
summary: after the humiliating rejection of the la domas, the el caido family must find a way to keep the respect of mr. le bail. in a desperate attempt, ignacio marries his youngest daughter— you —to the heir of the high chair, titus danforth. and you are exactly what was needed to keep a man like him steady, especially since you give into his little games.
content/warnings: em dashes (this isn't AI), me yapping (duh), age gap (reader is 19-20, titus is 50-51), reader isn't described as a specific weight but is hispanic (per the movie but if you don't wanna, it's cool), mentions of oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv, mentions of rape, hand over mouth, scent kink, blowjob, dom!titus pretending he's not sub!titus (maybe switch!titus if you squint), a glimpse of pathetic!titus, a bit of free use!titus, reader is kinda quiet but can be a bit creepy, self harm (you do it to prove you love him), murder, candaulism, somnophilia, breeding kink, creampie, use of good boy, reader has a dead bug collection and is a floor sitter (same), titus calls reader little girl, reader calls him honey, pregnancy at the end, maybe their a little ooc because I made them kinda nice but I just wanted to, 18+ ONLY!
note: this is long and not proofread. titus is a pathetic freak who pretends to be dom but inside all he needs is someone to match his fucked up-ness by subbing the fuck out of him. lowkey... I'd marry that devil worshiper. like I would NOT fix that man, I wouldn't even try, but I'd fuck him stupid and he'd thank me. this story is if I let the horny voices in my head win. anyways, enjoy. muah!!!
"We've been dropped!?" Your father, Ignacio, raises his voice a little.
You're sat on the floor, pinning a dead butterfly onto the small wooden display. Your big box that contains your collection next to you, an already framed dead beetle on your lap. Your little brother sat behind you on the couch with a book, you both listened closely but did your own thing.
Your older sister sat far from everyone, crying into her hands. Her fiance had just called off the wedding. He picked a normie instead. She was so angry until she just broke down. Now the great lawyer was here, telling your father that because of the rejection your sister has faced... your family has been pushed down a rank. You were number three, but your sister didn't know how to keep a man.
"I do apologize, truly. But without the combination of you and the La Domas, you are no longer top three." The lawyer explained, Francesca cried louder.
"No, no, no, no, no..." Your father mumbled as he paced, "How do we fix it? How do we go up again?" His Spanish accent always thickens when he's worried.
"As before, Mr. El Craigo. Marry up." The lawyer replied, popping the p in up.
"No!" Your sister yelled, "I only want Daniel!" You rolled your eyes. Why must she be so fucking loud?
"¡Calla!" Your father shouted in Spanish, telling her to shut up.
"Who else is looking to marry?" He asks the lawyer calmly. He knows not to yell directly at or disrespect him.
"Only one..." The lawyer told him softly, "The twins." You and your siblings all looked up.
The Danforth twins, the heirs to the high chair. The family closes to Mr. Le Bail. They're the scariest, worse than anyone else. The most powerful. And they're looking to marry... good luck. They'll probably kill their spouses and eat them. There's no rule against killing family members.
"My boy is not fifteen, he hasn't even hunted yet. Ursula is fifty— that's not right." Your father says, the lawyer nods.
"Yes. Your son is not of age which is a rule in the book, he must be eighteen." He tells him, "But Francesca is twenty-eight. I could arrange a meeting for her, Titus might like her."
The lawyer always tried his best to be nice, you've always noticed. He was completely sick and tired of these families. He loved Mr. Le Bail and loved working for him. But the six families were just so fucking difficult and annoying. Poor Lawyer.
"No! Uh-Uh!" Francesca stood up, "No fucking way I'm marrying Titus Danforth. He's a fucking freak!"
"Francesca!" Your father shouts, "You'll marry whoever I say!"
"No!" Your sister whined, crying again. You placed your things down carefully and stood up.
"I'll marry him, papi." You said quietly. They turned to you, the lawyer smiled at you as your father shook his head.
"No, no. My y/n is just a middle child, she has no inheritance— no importance." Your father replied.
He wasn't trying to be mean. But you were his baby. Francesca was the oldest, the one who must marry. Felipe was the boy, the heir to everything. But you... you were his quiet babygirl. His peace. He loved you the most. He wanted you to have the closest to a normal life that Mr. Le Bail would allow.
And Titus Danforth was not that. But you wanted to get married, you didn't care to whom. You just wanted to get that part of life over with. And as demented as he was said to be, maybe marrying the head of the high chair wouldn't be that bad. You would be his queen.
"I want to." You assured him, the lawyer came closer to you.
"How old are you again, miss y/n?" He asked.
"I turned nineteen last week." You answered, interlocking your fingers in front of you.
"I'll arrange the meeting."
You laid your head on your little brother's shoulder, waiting in the perfectly huge living room of the Danforth mansion. You hadn't been here in almost ten years. You hadn't seen the Danforth for almost ten years. You were a bit nervous. You remembered how much they used to scare you.
But you were, as your father had said, a middle child. You had no importance. So you had never participated in any hunt or game, you weren't allowed. You barely ever left the house. Because as the middle child, you had no right to. You were okay with this. You preferred to be the creepy sister instead of the loud manic that Francesca thinks she is.
"If he doesn't like you, I promise I'll take care of you when papi dies." Your brother whispers, "You never want for anything."
Felipe was a sweet boy. You were all born into Satan worshipping but you also all had your own personality. Unlike some of the other families. Felipe was good despite being eager to please the devil. You hug his skinny arm and smile at him, you believe him.
"Hail Satan." Was called out as the doors opened and in came Mr. Danforth and his twins. "Hail Satan." Was said back from everyone but you.
You all stood up, respecting the fact that they had a bigger rank than you. You kept your head down, looking at your heels. You wore a black dress with lacey designs, mid thigh short. You usually didn't wear dresses, you preferred to be in shorts. But your father insisted and you did as your papi told you.
"Mr. El Craigo, welcome back." Mr. Danforth says, your father leans in and kisses both his cheeks.
"Gracias for having us." Your father replies, your sister holds onto your hand. She may be loud and obnoxious but you're still her baby sister, and you both love each other very much.
"So your daughter's hand for my son's, huh? Francesca, is it?" Mr. Danforth asked, looking over.
"No. My other daughter, y/n." Your father told him before turning to you, "Come here, chiquita."
Your sister's grip tightened for a second before letting you go. You don't look up, you don't dare. You walk up to your father and stand next to him, Mr. Danforth steps forward. He places a finger under your chin and brings your head up, moving it from side to side— inspecting your beauty. He nods before looking back, you follow his gaze.
And there he stood.
Tall and proud. In pure black. His posture was straight and he held his head high. His eyes were a hazel green and his hair was dark auburn with lots of grey hairs running throughout. He was so handsome. You didn't remember him looking this way all those years ago.
"We'll have to make sure she can bear children. Other than that I see nothing wrong with her." Mr. Danforth says, "What do you think?" He held onto his cane as he asked his son, Titus looked straight into your soul before nodding once.
"Hail Satan. We're gonna have a wedding." Mr Danforth said, turns back to you.
"Pick a season." He tells you. You don't think about it. You already know.
"Winter." You answered softly, he smiled before talking again.
"The deadliest season."
Your wedding dress was black, obviously. You knew marrying a Danforth meant no white dress but that was fine, Ursula was nice enough to let you pick the dress out yourself. You completed everything in silence, only uttering two words when it was necessary.
"I do." It came out as a whisper.
Besides that, you were quite silent. Expect, also, for the sound Titus pulled out of you when you kissed. The lawyer had said it so calmly, 'you may kiss her'. But Titus must have heard, 'you may eat her' or something. He lifted your veil, grabbed your face, and pulled you in harshly.
You didn't even flinch during the blood ritual. Titus dug the knife almost completely through your hand and you didn't bat an eye. He was a bit surprised. Maybe a little impressed. Definitely turned on. You were young and beautiful and you willingly gave yourself to him. This wedding was your idea.
After the celebration, came the picking of the cards. You weren't nervous. If you pick the bad card, so be it. You all sat at the big dinning table in the middle of the ballroom in the Danforth hotel. Mr. Danforth held out the cards, you reached over and pulled one out. You held it close and looked over at your family before looking down at it.
"Chess." You said, your father sighed in relief. There would be no chase, no sacrifice.
You played against Mr. Danforth, and you won. He realized something then and there. Anyone else would have let him win. Not you. You let him think you were losing then boom, checkmate. He never saw it coming. And he had a thought... what if? What if you can do that with his son?
Titus was never a man who could be controlled. Not by his mother, not by his father, but especially not by his twin sister. Yet... Mr. Danforth let himself wonder. Maybe you're what Titus needs. Not someone who can control him but someone to steady him, calm him even.
After everything, you kissed your family goodbye. Your sister almost cried, your brother hugged you really tightly, and your father apologized. With this marriage, the lawyer confirmed they went up two ranks. Now your family was the second most powerful in the world, right under the Danforths.
"I'll be okay." You whispered to them.
They left and the Danforths went to bed, leaving you alone with your new husband. He led you to your bedroom, the one you'll share with him— forever. You knew what was coming. And he didn't waste a sec. As soon as the door closed, he was on you. His lips on yours like a hungry dog. He ripped your veil and threw it over his shoulder before pushing you into the bed.
"Poor little girl." He said with a devilish smile as he unbuckled his pants, you push yourself back to lay your head on the pillows.
You weren't a virgin. Of course not. You had the whole world at your disposal, how could you remain a virgin? But... you had only done it twice. And you were 1000% sure NONE of them were as long or thick as Titus. You almost gasped when he pulled his cock out. It was at the very least, nine inches. Thick, like very girthy— you probably couldn't even wrap your hand completely around him.
It was an angry pink color and covered in veins, circumcised. He uses his knee to forcefully open your legs, taking ahold of your panties and ripping them off you. He hovered over your body as he pushed your dress farther up, gliding his tip along your slit. Your toes curled in your heels but you made no sound, gave him no reaction. Not yet.
"You're so wet." He says, "Do I make you wet, little girl? Is this for me? Hm?" you slowly nod.
You reach up and undo his tie, taking it off before pushing his jacket back. He tried slapping your hands away, never having a woman actually touch him back. He liked the ones who cried and begged him to stop. He liked to kidnap college students and make them wish they were dead. Not a single girl he had been with had ever touched him back besides when they try to fight back.
But you... You were taking his clothes off. He was perplexed. When you were unbuttoning his shirt, he grabbed your wrists. That would bruise but you're not opposed to that. You looked up at him, sweet eyes like a newborn bunny. You weren't begging or scared, you were just looking at him and his pretty little wrinkles. Like he wasn't the killer that he is.
"I wanna see you." You told him, your voice was so preciously quiet. "You can do whatever you like but I wanna see your freckles."
It was the honest truth. You had noticed he had a lot of them during the 'I do's. From his forehead to his lips to his ears and down his neck to the skin that disappeared into his clothes. You wanted to see them all, taste them all. And Titus, the big bad wolf, was actually frozen in place. You slipped your wrists away from his grip and went back his shirt.
You pushed it off once the buttons were undone. Nothing could have prepared you for the amount of freckles this evil man had. More than you could think, more than normal. And you'd wager he had more. You ran your hands across his shoulders to his chest. He watched you closely, how you dared to touch him.
"You're very beautiful." You say, his heart thumped backwards for a second. No had ever called him that.
His cock twitched at the compliment. He didn't like this effect, the way you were making him feel right now. He needed to hurt you. That's what he does. He needed you to see he was as evil as they come. So without warning, he shoved his cock in you. You threw your head back and gasped, back ached.
"Fuck." He groaned, "You're tight."
No amount of your wetness could have helped with how tight you were, nothing could have helped the stretch. And yes, it did hurt. A lot. But you knew what he was trying to do and you weren't going to give him that satisfaction. You wanted him for himself, yes. He was evil and you wanted that. But you also wanted love and respect, even if it came in his own sick way.
You reached down and cupped his ass, pushing him forward. He tensed up. He was confused. You wanted more? He'd split you in half if he went farther... and you wanted that? So he went deeper, you moaned. It sounded like angels crying to him. Such a beautiful sound. You leaned up and kissed his shoulder, pulling him closer.
He spared no millisecond. Titus started fucking you at full force. He wanted to hear you cry and beg him to stop or slow down. But you didn't. You kept gently kissing his body and moaning as if you weren't in pain, and you were. But it felt good. It made you wetter. He didn't know what to do. You felt so good. He actually just let himself go after a while.
He leaned into your touch, kissing your sweet lips. He let your hands touch every corner of him. He pounded into you, licking from your neck to your chest. You filled your hands with his curly hair, making him moan as you pulled. The slapping sounds made it all even better. You were sure you wouldn't walk tomorrow and you were loving it.
"Titus." You whined, feeling your orgasm coming.
"You like that, little girl?" He asked as he went faster.
You couldn't even warn him, it just happened. You cling onto him, your cunt squeezing him. Tight enough to suck him dry. He pulled your hair as he groaned into your chest, his warm seed filling you up. You warp your legs around his waist, keeping him inside of you. You wanted to bear his devil child.
"Fuck..." He groaned as he crashed down on top of you.
His weight felt so nice on you. It kept you warm, even though you preferred to be cold. You hugged him, placing soft kisses on his shoulder. Scratching his scalp and rubbing his back as he relaxes on you, as he softens inside you. He looks up at you.
"Do you love me?" He asked. That's when you saw it, the real him. He was practically begging you to say yes. Wanting someone to actually love him and his issues. It was kinda pathetic. And pathetic can be so sexy if used right.
"Yes." You whispered.
You didn't. Not yet. But maybe you could, if you saw the real him more often. He hands roamed up and down your body as he slowly humped his hips up, still inside you. It didn't seem like he was trying to fuck you again, he was just moving his hips back and forth until he fell asleep. Like a baby breastfeeding.
The months that followed were the same. The staff brought breakfast to your room in the morning, Titus would be gone by then and you wouldn't see him until lunch. He would eat with you then have you in whatever way he wanted. But if you played him correctly, he'd let you choose how you wanted it. You always choose slow.
He would say he hated it that way but that was a complete lie. The feeling of having you gently before filling you to the brim, not moving until he knew his cum wouldn't spill out. He loved that. And if he had been moving around too much that day, he'd sit and have you as dessert on the table. He was best at that. His tongue was thick like his cock and could go almost as deep. After lunch, you wouldn't see him again until bedtime.
Sometimes you'd spend time with his father. Mr. Danforth wanted to keep playing chess with you, he found you peaceful— even if he kept losing. Now he understood why your father kept you locked away and protected. You were a darling girl. And you were doing what he knew you could, keeping Titus calm. He hadn't started a fight or attacked anyone since the wedding.
You tried to connect to Ursula too but she didn't really seem to like you. You didn't care much. But it did make Mr. Danforth angry with her. And it made him realize that with you by his side, Titus could be a good heir. And every night you told him just how good his evil son was being with you, which you knew just made him more certain in maybe choosing Titus.
But tonight, you were bored. You knew Titus was a freak, he needed more than a routine. So you went down to the staff quarters. They all stopped, some jumped, at the sight of you at the door. You looked around, looking for something— someone —specific. Then you saw a woman around your sister's age who looked a bit like you and you walked up to her.
"Did I do something wrong?" She questioned when you held out your hand to her.
"No." You replied sweetly.
Everyone watched as she took your hand and walked away with you. You took her all the way up to your bedroom. You stripped her of her uniform and told her to shower with you. She did everything you said and wanted, too scared to say no. When you two were clean, you pulled out a black nightgown and a red one. You told her to put on the black one, knowing Titus liked you in red.
You sat at your vanity as she nervously bounced her leg, sitting on the bed. She still didn't know what else you wanted. She had a brain, she could guess. And it scared her even more. Then Titus came in. She shot up, her hands shaking. He looked at her then at you, a little confused.
"Hi, honey." You said. You knew just how hard you made him when you called him that.
"What's this?" He asked as he closed the door, you stood up and walked to him.
"It's a gift." You whispered, "For being a good husband. Hail Satan." You were getting used to saying that more. You knew he liked it.
"Yeah?" He asks, biting his lip as he pulls you in. "She's gonna join us?" You shook your head no.
"No." You answered, "I'm gonna watch." Sitting back down and brushing your hair.
He almost whined at the loss of your body against his. The woman was surprised. Titus was by far the devil in person but right now, the way he looked at you... it was a little pathetic. Until he looked over at her. His eyes darkened, stalking over like a lion hunting a deer. He wasn't gentle with her like he learned to be with you, not until you spoke up.
"Easy, Titus." You told him, he stopped. The woman was almost crying, you didn't like tears. "Slowly."
He liked it when you told him what to do, though he would never ever admit out loud. He placed the woman on the side of the bed as he unbuckled his belt. He never for a second took his eyes off you. The woman was loud as he started, he didn't like that anymore. He liked your quietness. He puts his hand over her mouth to shut her up.
He went slow, a steady pace. You watched his every move. You could tell he was trying to last longer by the way the vein in his forehead almost popped out. He tried so hard, he even broke a sweat just minutes in. He was vocal too. Moaning and grunting and groaning, just for you. She didn't even feel that good, not like you. But the fact that this was your idea made him so fucking horny.
"Shut up." He aggressively whispered to the woman as he took his hand away from her mouth. She obeyed, enjoying this.
He kept pumping into her as he took his shirt off, flexing his chest. He knows how much you like his freckles, his strong shoulders, his beefy arms, his big pecs. And he knows how you absolutely love his belly. It was confirmed to him now when the first thing you looked at was his tummy, how hard it got when he was about to cum.
He grabs her waist and goes faster, chasing his orgasm. When he knew he was done for, he pulled out. His semen landed on the woman's stomach as he moaned your name. The only one he came in is you, and forever you. He pushes her over and throws himself onto the bed, his cock still leaking a little. You stood up and helped the woman up and out of the room.
You crawled into the bed and towards your husband, grabbing his almost soft cock. You bring only his tip to your mouth, making sure he's completely empty. You then licked the bit that had smeared on his belly, liking that it mixed with his sweat. You smelled his chest, his natural odor smelled so good. You laid against him, cuddling yourself on his chest.
"Good boy, Titus." You say, he pulls you closer.
"I love you." He tells you.
Titus had never said that out loud, to anyone. Not to his mother, not to his father, not to his sister, not to any of his old girlfriends. But he said to you. He wanted to. He needed to. He needed you to know. You hug onto him tighter as you kissed his neck.
"I love you too." You tell him. And you did.
And you both fell asleep knowing that you did. But in the middle of the night, you couldn't take it anymore. You had already been wet, seeing him with someone else. You press against his side, wanting him to wake up. But Titus could be a deep sleeper. You looked down, his cock was still out. You pushed on the bed to sit up and straddle your husband. He never lets you be on top.
That was fine, you didn't like it as much. You took off your panties and grabbed his soft cock, sinking down on it. You loved the feeling of him in you, soft. You give his belly a few wet kisses before laying down on him. You fucked yourself on your sleeping husband, feeling his cock get hard inside you. He whined in his sleep. You felt his breathing speed up as he woke, his hands finding their way to your ass.
"That feel good, little girl?" He asks, still sleepy.
A whiney little 'mhm' came from your lips. He could feel you needed more. Titus grabbed your waist and started pounding up into you, you groan against his chest. You licked his chest to taste the dry sweat as he fucked you dumb. You squeezed him before cumming on your husband's cock, his third orgasm of the day spilling inside you. As much libido as he has, he never thought he'd cum so much in one day at the age of fifty.
"Thank you." You whisper, he shushes you as he holds you to his chest. He'd kill a God for you.
You giggled at the feeling of Titus licking your ear. You were both lounging on the living room floor with your backs to the couch, your legs draped over his lap. One of his hands rubbing your outer thigh while the other was wrapped around your shoulder, his teased you with kisses. Your hands under his shirt, feeling his belly under your palms.
He loves when you wear mini shorts. Your legs were so delicious. Your thighs... he could eat them. It's been a while now since you two got married. Titus isn't afraid to hide what he feels anymore. He was still evil but he surprisingly hadn't killed anyone in a long while. Instead, he spent his days with you inside the house. He attended council meetings when it was necessary but if he wasn't needed, he'd be with you.
He likes to make you smile. He buys you whatever your little heart desires. He does as you tell him to. He holds you when you miss your family. He even picks up dead bugs and brings the back for you, loving the big smile on your face when he hands it to you. And he loves to make you laugh. Like now. You laugh as he squeezes your thigh and nibbles on your neck.
"Stop" You giggled, he smiled against your skin. Someone clears their throat behind you, making both of you look. Ursula.
"It's dinnertime." She said, Titus rolled his eyes.
"We'll skip tonight." He tells her.
"It's your wedding anniversary." She protested.
"Exactly!" Titus said, raising his voice. You laid your head on his shoulder. "We'll celebrate how we want."
"Father wants us all at dinner, now. He said he has an announcement." She told him as she walked away, Titus sighed.
He looked down at you, kissing your lips before standing up. He pulls you up and into his chest, you laugh as he holds you. Today marks exactly one year since you married the psycho that is Titus Danforth. Time had gone by so quickly. You pulled away and kissed him again.
"Let me see." You whispered, taking his hand and flipping it over.
There was the scar from the blood ritual. You hand up your hand next to his, the scars almost similar. You smiled as he playfully pushed you, entering the dining room. Mr. Danforth was sitting at the head, waiting. You come up and kiss his hand, getting a smile from him. The twins sit on either side of him while you sit next to your husband.
You like to tease him by squeezing his thigh every now and then. His hips would jolt forward and it made you smile. You loved the pathetic amount of effect you had on your big bad husband. He shoots you a couple 'stop it' looks but you flash your big bambi eyes at him and he drowns in your aura. His father notices.
Mr. Danforth couldn't judge him. He was like that with their mother. He would rule the world with darkness and destroy cities. Then his wife would come to him and he'd be puddy. Titus was a lunatic. Yet he melts for you. Mr. Danforth was proud, of you. You had tamed the lion. You did the impossible. Hail Satan.
"With that done, it's time I give your gift." Mr. Danforth says as they take the empty plates away, you softly play with Titus's hand. His hand on your lap as you trace over his scar, aha and again.
"We don't need anything, father." Titus told him.
"Nonsense." Mr. Danforth replies, waving over the staff.
They bring over a small box, a ring box, and hand it over to him. He leans over and gives it to you. You took the box into your hand with a smile, opening it. It was in fact a ring. It was silver and round, the great Danforth sigil. The twins wore rings like this one.
"It's about time you show off who you are now, don't you think so?" Mr. Danforth asked, you chuckled as you showed it to Titus. "Y/N Danforth."
Titus grabbed the ring as you held out your hand, wanting him to put it on you. He slips the ring on your finger, a perfect fit. He kisses your hand before looking back at his father. Two single nods exchanged between them, a thank you and a you're welcome.
"How sweet." Ursula said, sarcastically. Titus tensed up at the sound of her voice. You could see it in his body language that Titus no longer loved or even liked his sister.
"Now... I have an announcement." Mr. Danforth told them, "I've made my decision." The staff opened the doors and in walked the lawyer.
"What decision?" Ursula asked. You knew. The decision. Finally it's time to see if falling in love with the monster that is your husband was worth. If leaving your family was worth it.
"The chair has to pass to someone when I die." Mr. Danforth explained, "And I've chosen who it'll be."
Both of the twins sat up straight. They both wanted the chair. They've fought for it their whole lives. Killed, begged, did whatever it took to impress their father. You spin your new ring on your finger as you all wait for his answer.
"I've chosen..." He said, tension building. "My son, and his wife. Hail Satan."
You feel a weight come off your shoulder, you can't even imagine how Titus is feeling. You looked over at him... oh poor pathetic fucking Titus. He was crying. Not full-blown sobbing but tears fell down his face. His lip quivering as you held his hand.
"I won't let you down, father." He whispers.
Mr. Danforth puts his hand in his shoulder. The moment was short but you saw the meaning behind it. That had both waited fifty years for this. Titus waited for his father to accept him and Mr. Danforth waited for his son to be like him. They would be an adorable father-son pair if you all didn't worship the devil and all that.
"Tighten up." He whispered to his son, Titus straightened as he wiped his tears.
"This is bullshit!" Ursula suddenly shouted as she stood up.
"Ursula..." Mr. Danforth says, a warning.
"Titus? Really?" She asked, "I've been at your side my whole life! I've done everything you asked! What does he have that I don't!?"
"A wife!" Mr. Danforth yelled, banging his cane on the floor. "They will rule together. They will continue our line. What about you?" He slams his hand on the table.
"When will you marry? Where is your wife? Honestly!" He continued to shout at her, "I've accepted both of you as you are, but I need more! Y/N will give me more, give Titus more!"
You understood him. Ursula wanted women. She can't give him a grandchild. Sperm donors don't exist in Satan's cult. You felt bad for her. If she did get pregnant by someone who wasn't her spouse, she'd probably break like five rules from the book. So with that, she can't sit the high chair.
"Lawyer." Mr. Danforth calls out, the lawyer steps forward.
He places a scroll down on the table, handing the blood pen to Titus. Mr. Danforth had already signed. Titus looked over at you with a smile as he cut over his wedding scar and filled the pen with his blood. He signs his name as you watch closely.
"Congratulations, Mr. Titus. You are now the next king of the world. Good luck. May the devil guide you with his darkness. Hail Satan." The lawyer told him.
"Hail Satan." You, Titus, and Mr. Danforth say at the same time. Ursula paces.
"I love you, Titus." She tells him, "I really do. But this isn't fair. This little whore is nothing!" Titus stood up.
"Respect my wife." He growls.
"She wasn't raised like we were, to do what we do. She'll never understand what you have to sacrifice for this." Ursula replied before looking over at you, "What would you do for Me. Le Bail, for Titus?"
"Anything." You answered without hesitation. A sense of pride washed over your husband, he liked how fast you answered.
"Anything?" She asked, you nod "Would you kill for him?"
"Yes." You said.
"Would you give everything you've ever known or loved for a man like my brother, for this damned chair?" She questioned.
"I already have." You whispered.
His sense of pride almost turned to sadness. You sounded so small. It was true. You had left your home, your family. Everything you cared for. You haven't seen your family since the wedding. You heard they moved back to Spain. How you wished you could have gone back home with them.
"Would you kill yourself for this? Hurt yourself? Lose yourself? Let him take all the good in you?" She asks.
"I would." You say back. She shook her head as she leaned on the table.
"Prove it." She whispers.
You wasted no time. She wanted you to prove you'd do anything for Titus and his rightful place, fine. You stood up and grabbed the wine bottle that was on the table, smashing its bottle. You took the broken bottle and jammed it into your face, once then twice.
"No!" Titus yelled as he stopped you, taking the boat.
Your face bled profusely, glass shards in your cheek and forehead. Another was right next to your eye. Your big sweet bambi eyes. You could have blinded yourself. But you didn't care. You looked up at Titus as he held onto your shoulders, blood spilling on his hand.
"See?" You ask.
He kissed you like he did the day you got married. Hard and hungry. Your blood fell onto his lips. He licked it off his face when he pulled away, looking back at his sister. Ursula was standing there, shocked. She didn't think a little girl like you would do something like that. Mr. Danforth slowly stood up.
"Someone get the doctor."
"She'll be just fine." The doctor said.
Titus sat on the couch, your head on the pillow on his lap. He gently stroked your hair. The doctor had stitched you up before performing many tests. Just to be sure you're okay in all the fields.
"The cuts weren't deep. It won't even scar. Within a year, you'll never notice." He told Me. Danforth, "And the child isn't affected either." Everyone froze.
"What?" You asked softly as you sat up.
"The child. It wasn't affected." He repeated. Your heart flattered.
"What child?" You questioned.
"You're pregnant, Mrs. Danforth." The doctor tells you. You look at Titus, he was breathing deeply. You grabbed his now bandaged hand as you smiled again.
"I'm pregnant..." You whispered to him as you leaned your forehead on his, he tilted his head down.
"My little girl's gonna get all big and round." He replied as he kissed your lips, you laughed softly.
"Gracias Satanás." You mumbled in Spanish with your eyes closed. You hear Mr. Danforth chuckle, you both look over.
"Yes. Hail Satan!" He shouted happily. "I knew I could count on you." Everyone in the room repeated the phrase, except for Ursula.
"This isn't right..." She whispers. Everyone looks over.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Titus asked as he stood up and walked closer to her.
"You're a maniac. You ruin everything you touch. Then suddenly this girl asks for your hand and you change completely? I thought you couldn't be controlled." She says, "She's made you weak. You're unfit to rule." Titus grabbed her by her neck, choking her.
"Father..." He calls out quietly. He was looking for permission.
Mr. Danforth looked disappointed. But you weren't sure at who. He simply nodded his head before leaving the room with the lawyer and the doctor. Titus pressed harder against his sister's neck. She tried to hit him and tell him to stop but Titus was too strong. He puts her in a headlock and turns to you.
"Look at me, y/n." He said, you look up at your husband. "I want you to see this side of me. This is for you, for our baby."
You stared lovingly at him. He smiled at you, a sweet smile. He pressed his strength harder until he heard a crack and Ursula went limp. He drops her body, breathing heavily. You smirked as you held out your hands, he quickly came up to you and took them into his. You kiss his knuckles before grabbing his waist.
You push up his shirt and kiss his belly, looking up at him. He runs his hands through your hair as you kiss down his happy trail and nuzzle your face into his crotch, palming his ass to bring him closer. He groans loudly, massaging your shoulders as you unbuckle his pants and take him out. He was already hard.
You licked from the base to his tip, making his hips buckle. You swirl your tongue at the pre cum that was leaking before taking him entirely, gagging when he hits the back of your throat. You keep your hands on his waist. High-pitched 'ahahah' escaped Titus's mouth as he tightened his grip on your shoulders, he pulled you back.
"Lay back." He tells you, you do so.
Titus rips his jacket open and yanks it off before peeling his shirt away. You push your shorts and panties off before he climbs on top. He kisses your stomach softly as he pushes in, you pulling him up. You kissed his shoulder as he went slow and deep, like he did once he got used to you on the wedding night.
It felt better than ever. You're pregnant, he killed his sister, he's the chosen heir. No day was happier than today. You grab his ass again, wanting more. He bottoms out every time he pumps in. You both look over when you hear footsteps but don't stop, in fact he goes harder at the thought of someone watching like you once did. It was the staff, coming to take away Ursula's body.
"Hey." Titus calls out, "Be careful with my sister." They nod but dare look up.
You moan as he grabs your face, kissing you harshly. His tongue dancing with yours as he goes a little faster. Titus wanted to pound into you until the couch broke but he wasn't risking his heir. The slapping sounds got louder the harder he went, pulling new sounds out of you.
You made all the noises he wanted that night, gave him all the reactions he used to like. He thought he didn't want that anymore until he heard it from you. It was euphoric. He gets so drunk on you. He brings you straight to his chest, hugging you as you squeeze him tighter than you have ever.
"That's it. That's my little girl." He moans in your ear. You gasp as you come, but he doesn't stop. "Give me another. Come on."
He picks you up and moves so he's sitting and you're on top, riding him. Or more like him moving your hips up and down on his cock. It didn't take a lot to cum again. You came completely undone on his lap as he too reached his finish too. His cum spilled out from your cunt as he pulled himself out and onto his pants. You laid on his chest, your body limp.
"I love you." He whispers, he pulls your head up to look at you. "Glory to Mr. Le Bail, for bringing us together."
"No." You said back. "Mr. Le Bail had nothing to do with it." You give him a long, deep kiss.
"No?" He asked, smirking into your lips.
"You're my destiny, Titus Danforth." You replied as you hugged him tightly. Never in your life would you have thought that the son of the head of Satan's cult would be the man you love so much you simply can't live with. Or that you would marry him and give him an heir.
"That's what you are."
Note: I hope you liked it. This was so much fun to write. And for the people who are asking for a part two on Belly to Belly, it's coming I swear. Muah!!
