🔞I didn’t know this was in demand, honest, then I spoke with friends, so here’s a part 2 to an OLD fic, btw this is NOT a ship, no shipping and no romance between Volo and Ingo.🔞
Also this has been in the works for MONTHS, literally only needed to finish a few sentences.
PART 1
🔞CW : cucking Ingo, afab reader, no shipping, dubcon on Ingo’s part but he’s into it.
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Ingo couldn’t be more livid, than he is now.
He loves you, he always has. And ever since that day, he’s been allowed to express his love for you, as well as his desire.
He’s aware you’re with Volo, though you two have an open agreement. Ingo knows this, but he’s always wanted you, so he accepted it.
Just so he could have time with you.
Taking you on dates, melting under your praise and affection, the many heart to hearts you two shared holding each other under the moonlight.
The amount of times he’s fucked you in the highlands, never caring where.
He adores you.
So why this?
Why now?
He doesn’t recall when the ambush happened, but he can still feel the adhesive sticking to his hands and coat.
Even with his hands tied behind his back and to the chair like this, the stickiness just makes it harder to move.
But that’s what Volo wanted.
You had already been fucked and were asleep, only a few hours ago.
Ingo knows you must be tired, especially with how rough and mean Volo is being to you.
The warden can’t help but glare at the blonde, disgusted with how he treats you.
And yet….
He’s ashamed of himself for finding your wrecked form so hot.
You’re bent over on your knees, face down against the floor. You’ve been trying to cover your face this whole time, not wanting him to see you like this
The only time he’s seen Volo fuck you was that day behind the dojo.
But your arms, just like that day, did little to muffle your cries.
The wet sound of skin slapping echoes in the room, with Volo pounding into your cunt.
“Aw, so shy! How cute, like you aren’t taking my cock like a good pet.”
Ingo’s stomach twisting at the words that bastard uses to describe you. Completely unaware at how you clench around the merchant, squealing at how roughly he treats your pussy.
The warden tries breaking the rope, but his sticky hands won’t let him. His cock throbs in his pants, your sounds make it hard to focus.
Watching your body be pushed forward then quickly pulled back, how your ass jiggles on impact of the other man’s hips.
Ingo wasn’t expecting to look up and see the malicious grin on Volo’s face.
“You’ll never make them feel as good as I do.”
Ingo’s glare darkens, but Volo continues.
“How sad, truly, you love my darling sooo much! Yet you can’t please them.”
Volo’s voice is much too kind for what he says.
Ingo wants to argue, but he doesn’t even know what to say.
He can only watch Volo move his hand down, between your legs, pinching your clit between his fingers.
You scream, the pleasure is just too much!
“V-Volooo! Fuck! S’much!”
Yet the blonde ignores your cries.
“I only let you touch them because you make them happy, but they will always be mine! Mine to have.”
He picks up the speed, his cock slamming into your well fucked hole, kissing your womb with each thrust.
“Mine fuck!”
One of your hands shoots down, grabbing Volo’s wrist trying to pry his hand of your clit.
“T-too much! T’much I’m- aah fuck! Fuckfuckfuuuck!” You plead.
You plead so desperately for mercy, the pleasure getting too intense.
“And mine to fill!”
One last thrust sends you over, your back arching as your squeal volo’s name.
Your head tossed back, leaving your whorish face on display for the tied man in front of you.
The warden’s eyes widen, and breathing becomes shaky, unaware of the loud groan he lets out, unaware of the mess he made in his pants with his cum.
Ingo just couldn’t look away, your face was gorgeous.
Tear stained cheeks, your messy drool sliding down your chin, and just how fucked out you looked.
He’s so focused on you, and your lewd display, he forgets the other man, who’s pumping his cum into you.
You grip the mats below you, crying out as Volo fucks his hot cum into your awaiting cunt.
The merchant coos condescendingly at your trembling form.
“Such a good show, dear! Care for an encore? I don’t think he got the hint yet.”
Ingo snaps out of his stupor, glaring back Volo.
“You’re despicable! Treating them like they are a toy, and not a lover. You don’t deserve them!”
Volo tsk’s, grin filling with intent.
He grabs you by the back of the neck, and lifting you up, sitting you on his lap. You squeak, closing your eyes in shame.
Shame for enjoying this so much, in shame for loving how Ingo looks at you while Volo fucks you.
