Hiii Muffin! This idea came to me while I was cooking shrimp alfredo lmao. G!P Cassandra and Fem reader are in a relationship, and reader has never had an orgasm before in any of her previous relationships. When reader and Cassandra finally get to doing it, reader is nervous and confesses to Cassandra that no one has ever made her climax before, and Cassandra takes that as a challenge and strives to make reader see the black god by the end of the night by giving her multiple orgasms >:)
Hey there, hon! :) My my, some good top! and relentless Cassie for the soul!😙 bit of HCs and a bit of a little snippet blow!
Let's get into it!🙌
Masterlists
You love Cassandra, and you love being with her
You trust her, in every aspect of your life
You trust, she loves you, too
But still, as you become increasingly more teasing around one another, as you make out longer and begin feeling lingering touches along your sides, you can't help but feel a certain kind of anxiety
She doesn't know you've never had an orgasm- not brought upon by someone else, anyway
Ideally, you wouldn't tell, your cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment at the thought
Are you too difficult to please?
Is something wrong when someone else touches you?
Is it you?
What if you're intimate with her and can't cum, too? What if you take too long? What if she becomes bored or fed up?
What if she takes insult to it?
You spiral easily, lost in thoughts of what might happen
At the same time you lean into every one of her touches, giggling when you teasingly nip at her throat and ear and you feel and hear her flies buzz loudly, betraying just how good the action has her feel
A little tease, yes. You haven't dared more yet, haven't allowed her to continue more just yet
Ah, but you do want it
You want to be in her arms, below her, want to feel her inside of you, despite how terrifyingly large the bulge in her dress looks
Then, one day, one thing just leads to another far too comfortably and naturally for you to want to break it off
It starts out easily enough with a comfortable morning in bed, you dressed in nothing but underwear and a shirt previously worn by her, her in nothing but boxers for the night and a light blouse to cover her up
Starting out as wandering hands and lips crashing hungrily against one another, you soon find yourself laying on your back with her above you, her beautiful eyes set on you, her hand slowly sliding up the shirt and pausing at your hip
Oh, you want it
And before you can stop yourself and second guess your choice, you blurt the source of your hesitation, embarrassment and shame out, turning your head slightly as though not looking at her would help...
"No one's ever made you cum?"
You feel your cheeks heat up at her words. Her voice is low, a dangerous purr by your cheeks. When you open your eyes again, you find her beautiful, dark golden ones glowing in the dimly lit room, set entirely on you. She leans closer, her breath ticklish as it brushes against your cheek, then your neck.
You shiver, shrinking slightly under the weight of her stare and her bold choice of words. She's never been one to sugarcoat things, certainly, nor the type to beat around the bush.
Eventually, you nod, your blush intensifying as its heat crawls down your cheeks and to your throat. "No...not others...ever, I mean-...", you answer quietly, your cheeks flaring with heat when her gaze hardens for a moment at the mention of someone being with you prior to her.
Momentarily, this has you smile.
There's silence, at first, as though she's thinking over your words. Then, she laughs, a dark, breathy sound full of disbelief and something far more primal, capable of making your thighs clench and push together beneath her. She chuckles, a low sound again. Your feel a shiver run down your spine, your head spinning and stomach curling with want.
She hums, her hand coming up to cup your hot cheek. You close your eyes briefly, feeling her thumb stroke along your heated flesh. A predator taking in its prey? Perhaps, but more so than that, this time. A lover, comforting a storm of worries.
Then, she speaks, the words low; "Mpf...pathetic, little mouse"
You gasp as she tilts your head up, her lips lightly dragging against your throat as she mutters; "That ends tonight"
As her hands travel down your body, you realize she pauses at your hips yet again- waiting. Ah, but her patience can only go so far, for the second you nod and hum in agreement she all but yanks the shirt from you, her hands then sliding down and gripping your thighs with just the right amount of force. No bruises, no, but she is certain to leave her mark on you nonetheless. She hovers above you, hunger, strength, heat and lust all in one. You giggle as she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with a single one of hers, the other teasing the inside of your thigh. Looking down, you bite your lip at the sight of the bulge growing and hardening between her legs, straining against the underwear still, albeit barely, containing it.
She leans down again, dragging her tongue hotly across your throat. She isn't fast, isn't rushing it to make you cum as fast as possible as you've tried on your own. Cassandra takes her time, her lips dragging across your throat, her teeth grazing the skin just enough for your breath to hitch and for you to shiver pleasantly below her.
"You've been so good for me, little lamb...", she praises, her voice low and raspy, her words, despite praising you, sounding rough. "....and they couldn't even give you this?", she chuckles, her tongue darting out to lick across you again, as though barely capable of holding back from biting down on you. You love it. You love her. You love what she does to you so effortlessly, how her words and few actions are enough for you to squirm, your nipples hard as little rocks, your clit aching and pussy slowly drooling against your panties.
"Mhmmmmm...but you're mine now", she practically growls, hungry, passionate, the words breathy against your hot skin. You gasp as she parts your thighs boldly and hooks her sharp, claw-like nails into your panties. Again, you find her waiting for you to nod, even as the speed in which she rips the garment from you betrays her usual impatience and hunger.
Your breath hitches as you feel her press her palm against your bare pussy, the touch easily making you buck your hips and gasp as if electrified. You feel her against your folds, feel your wetness smear against her hard palm. You flush bright pink, your breath stuttering and heart beating quickly as you feel a single finger drag between your folds. Your heart skips a beat as she chuckles, her tongue darting out to lick across your neck, up, up, until you feel her sharp teeth and hot breath by your ear.
"Already wet, little mouse...", she hums hungrily, her teeth biting gently at your earlobe. You shiver, your hands coming up to grab at her clothing almost desperately. She's so close, so intense, and you love every second of it. You shiver as she leans in a little, her blouse sliding away as she moves and leaving you cupping her large breasts instead. If she minds or finds it particularly pleasuring, she doesn't show it. Instead, she continues on like a predator stalking its prey, chuckling lowly as she drags her finger through your slit and up to your pearly clit, dragging a sharp gasp and another buck of your hips from you.
"I haven't even fucked you yet, little mouse, and you're already trying to squirm your way out of my grasp...", she chuckles. You're certain your face must be close to exploding, your cheeks so very hot and pink, your eyes wide and pussy throbbing at her words. "Don't make me restrain you, morsel", she tsks, though the glint in her eyes easily gives her desire away. You're sure, given this was not your first time with her, you'd already find yourself tied and below her, completely at the sadist's mercy.
The thought makes your pussy ache and thighs clench again.
You watch hungrily as she sits up, her hands elegant and fast at the same time as she moves on stripping herself as bare as you. You take in her large chest and smooth, semi-muscular stomach, her strong hips, the way her lower stomach dips down a little. As your eyes land on her erect cock, you almost instinctively push your legs together to help with the ache between your legs. Alas, with her sat in between them now, she only laughs, loud, confident, amused, and easily pries them back open for her. Your mouth waters and eyes widen as your eyes dip back down again. Her cock is thigh, certainly, a veined length hard and twitching already, much like how her fingers twitch by your hips, betraying her utter need to claim already.
Your heart skips a beat as you're caught staring and she grins, her fingers tracing your hips almost gently.
"Don't worry, morsel. I won't break you", she hums, and you can't help but feel as though there is an unspoken yet hanging in the air between you, dripping from her words of reassurance. No, you're sure the sadist will break you eventually, even as she is more likely to take her time today.
You bite your lip as she leans down, kissing her way from your neck to your chest, nibbling lightly as though experimenting how different parts of your body might taste. You wonder whether she can feel and hear your racing heart, whether she can smell your arousal, whether she knows how utterly needy she has you. Her smirk tells you; she does.
You moan softly with every lingering kiss, your body heating up easily below her lips. You're trembling, her kisses giving a small insight on just how obsessed she can be. She isn't even past kissing down your stomach when you feel her grip your hips to keep you still, firm, but not painful. Not with you, not like this, not at a time like this at least.
You feel her breath between your thighs before you hear her chuckle again, a low, growl-like sound full of utter possessiveness. Your head spins. Again, you try to squirm, to maybe roll your hips forwards to get her to touch you. Instead, she merely chuckles and holds you down harder, her voice hot, breathy, and laced with adoration as she hums;
"Look at this mess...is that all for me, little mouse?"
Ah, but you aren't given the time to answer, her patience apparently at its limit and hunger at last unable to be contained. Quite literally so, it seems. You groan and whimper hotly at the first touch of her tongue, slow and deliberate. She doesn't tease, doesn't lick around you before diving in- she devours.
You moan as she pushes her tongue inside hungrily, curling it immediately as though to lick all the slick arousal from you. She's lapping at you easily, twisting the wet muscle deeper into you, until she's flush between your thighs and her the bridge of her nose brushes up against your sensitive clit, sending one shockwave of arousal after the other through you.
"Mnhmmmm...! A-AH Ca-a-ah!"
Again, she only chuckles, the vibrations of it against your most private and sensitive parts enough to have you throw your head back against the pillows below it.
Your hips twitch against her as she feasts, her tongue dragging up against your insides and curling hotly against your inner walls. You feel your stomach tighten and loosen at the same time, a light, almost ticklish feeling of relief slowly building up within you.
You gasp as she moves deeper, her tongue warm inside of you, your clit hot and sensitive against her face. She's moaning hotly, the vibrations of it enough for you to begin seeing stars. You moan and whimper, your fingers tangling and grasping onto brunette strands of hair. She allows you to move just enough for you to whine and rut your hips against her face, your own entirely flushed with heat and a pink hue. You know, you must look desperate like this- moaning, whimpering, gasping for her, thighs trembling, pussy squelching around her tongue and drooling arousal onto her lips.
As you become more and more sensitive, your toes curling and hips bucking wildly, you whimper at her grip tightening again, your body held down easily by her strength, her tongue eagerly lapping up and pushing in and out of you in feral frenzy.
Then, a feeling you did not think to experience with anyone else; pleasure, so much it nearly overwhelms you. You scream as you cum, your body trembling and tears of happiness and overstimulation forming at your eyes as she keeps lapping at you, humming, growling, her pupils blown wide as she drinks in all you give her- no, all she takes from your trembling, shivering body.
You're panting as she pulls back, smirking, her face covered in wetness. She licks up your slit again, her dark golden eyes set entirely on you as though to let you know just how pleased she is with you, and herself.
Your body aches, hips twitching weakly with overstimulation, only to be pushed back down onto the bed by strong hands. She drags herself back up your body, slow and languid like a lioness after a grand feast, like a wolf after it just caught its prey. Her fingers are the first to brush against your jaw, forcing a sweet, soft gasp from you when they tighten and pull you forwards, your lips crashing against hers.
"Mhmm...you taste well, little mouse", she whispers, licking her lips as she eyes yours.
You can't respond, not really. Of course, you were hoping for this in the back of your mind. Still, after so many failed attempts...it's almost overwhelming to bask in the aftermaths of your orgasm now, her cock flush against your inner thigh making your soaked pussy ache again, your chest heaving, her lips occasionally pressing against yours again. You smile as you kiss her back, barely aware of the world around the two of you. She's everything, now. Her scent, the heat coming off your legs and hitting her, her voice, her touch.
You gasp when she moves a little closer, the tip of her cock pressing against your wet folds. She groans lowly beneath her breath, her strikingly beautiful, dark golden eyes pressing shut for a moment. You cling onto her tightly, eying the monstrosity between her legs again. Of course, you've explored in the past, tried this and that. Still, nothing compares to her, to another person, to the cock she so comfortably manages. Noticing this, she chuckles, her lips hot against your own.
"I'll go slow, morsel", she whispers. Again, you're sure there's an unsaid At first attached in the way she kisses you after, though you appreciate her patience nonetheless. She kisses you another moment or so, her cock steadily dragging through your soaked folds and against your clit. Clearly, she knows what she's doing to make it easier for you, and likely knows just how to do the opposite should she wish, too- you wouldn't have expected anything less from a sadist.
When she at last slides inside, you gasp, your nails digging into her shoulders. She's large, easily stretches you open and filling you wide. The burn of it has you whimper, your body on fire as she kisses you hotly and whispers praise and filth equally against your lips.
"Ca-A-Ahh-a-ahssan-!", you gasp, though immediately your breath hitches and words are lost to hot moans and little, needy whines as she begins to move. What starts out as slow thrusts quickly turns into deep ones, her hips grinding hotly against you to make you feel every little inch she pushes into you.
Your nails curl against her back and your heart beats wildly, your tight pussy enough for her to groan and drop her face to your throat again, seemingly barely capable of restraining herself and biting down on you.
Instead, she turns her head just enough to watch you. Every little twitch of your beautiful face, every sweet moan she tears from you.
She thrusts a little faster, her heavy balls slapping against you as she takes you, her cock stretching your tight walls and rubbing up against your G-spot perfectly, just as her tongue had.
You tremble around her as you feel her lick at your throat again, her nose brushing against you as she inhales your scent. You're sure, she feels how close you're getting embarrassingly fast already. She groans each time she thrusts harder and your pussy squeezes her cock in turn, moans every time your hips twitch helplessly against her and it allows her to go even deeper into you. What started out as a slow, deep pace quickly turns into a faster, rougher one the moment she noticed you're ready to take more.
"There it is, little mouse...", she husks out roughly, a growl to her voice that has you gasp and has your thighs tremble. You're close again already, your pussy drooling hungrily around her cock and massaging it at every opportunity. She slams into you roughly, hitting the spots inside you that have you cry out and cling to her as tight as you can.
She doesn't tease you, doesn't edge you as you sometimes thought of doing to yourself. She's hungry, insatiable, and when you do cum, she continues on, Groaning hotly, her sharp teeth right by your throat as she fucks you through your orgasm, her cock leaking precum as you clench tightly around her. You're squealing below her, your pussy full and tight, your body overstimulated in the best way.
Perhaps, you ought to have considered what being with a huntress, a predator, is like, for she now only looks at you like prey, adoring how you squirm and gasp, breathless, helpless, utterly needy and stuffed to the brim.
"Sssh, a little more, little mouse, you can take it", she groans, chuckling lowly. "You'll cum again, and again, and again. You're..mgnmmm...mine, morsel...", she moans against your neck. Your cries are quickly muffled when you lean against her, your moans muffled. Ah, but she hears every little sound you make, sees every shiver, moans at every sob of pleasure she tears from you.
You quickly lose track of time, your throat raw from moaning her name, your legs too weak to even wrap around her body. Ah, but she is insatiable, ruined by the feel of you tightly wrapped around her, obsessed with the power she has over you. You're lost in the wet sounds of her cock thrusting in and out of you, each time seemingly going just a little deeper, just enough for you to see stars all over again.
When you come a third time, she finally does too, her hips pressed flush to yours as she growls. Your breath hitches as you feel her cum drool deep inside of you, warm, wet, claiming every little inch of you. She doesn't pull out, doesn't move away. Instead, she holds you close to her, a lover, closer than she has held any of her playthings in the past.
You smile tiredly as she kisses your temple, her voice lower now and rough with affection;
"Next time, I won't stop until you shake, morsel"
A threat? Ah, but only one of the most delicious kind. You don't point out that you are shaking, your body limp on the bed, your legs aching and trembling, your hips twitching weakly every few seconds. Instead, you only giggle and wrap your arms around her weakly, smiling into her neck when she leans down to kiss yours.
A promise.
