How would dol characters react to pc riding them like crazy (pent up mostly) begging the npc/love interests to cum inside them
Riding Eden, Kylar, and Harper
Contains: gn!reader, drugging, hypnotism, noncon, brief mention of pregnancy, all gender neutral characters, Kylar and Harper have a vaguely implied phallic device for you to ride while Eden is the only one explicitly described as having a functioning penis
A/N: Haven’t checked my inbox in some time, so apologies. My dad went to jail, I moved in with some friends, and I finally found myself an adorable partner of my own. Anyway, here’s your biannual subscription of depravity 🫡
Eden
This motherfucker is as smug as can be. You’re riding them with such fervor, eyes scrunched tight in concentration, so desperate for their cum that you’re actually tearing up. They won’t help you just yet, though. After running off and missing curfew, you’ll have to earn the right to be filled. They’ve half a mind to pull you off right as they reach that precipice and spill across your bodies instead of giving you what you want. They won’t, though. Eden is just as pent up and desperate as yourself.
Your hips pause for just a moment, taking that time to peer and to match eden’s gaze, their eyes lidded with hunger and possessiveness. You can’t seem to stop the words that tumble out from your mouth next.
“Put a baby in me.”
You know just how to press their buttons to get what you want. Don’t worry, regardless of your anatomy, Eden will find a way to fulfill that desire. At the very least, once they’re through, those legs won’t be able to run off anymore.
Kylar
Kylar is in absolute bliss. With every bounce, Kylar sinks deeper into ecstasy. Why didn’t they slip aphrodisiac into your drink sooner? If only this moment could carry on forever.
Heat fills your core, so intense you fear you’ll never be able to extinguish it. Your legs ache, but that burning desire compells you to keep pace. Your head is so fuzzy and you don’t quite know how things progressed to this point, but what you do know is just how badly you need to wring this bastard dry.
Nothing could shake Kylar from this bliss they’re in, overstimulation be damned.
Your hips stutter at the chime of your phone, lustful haze lifting just enough to register how much time has passed. Clammy hands snatch your hips before you can try to lift yourself off. Below you, tears well in your stalker’s eyes as they grind desperately up into you.
“No! Don’t stop! Please! Keep going!”
Well, you’ve already come this far, haven’t you? You’ll worry about the consequences later.
Harper
Perhaps hypnotizing you to willingly ride them was a mistake. Despite their best efforts, they just can’t seem to snap you out of it. And since when have you been this strong? Effortlessly keeping them pinned securely in their office chair as you fuck yourselves on them.
Your body moves on it’s own accord, hips bouncing rhythmically to a tune that only you can hear. Skin hot to the touch, you shake with arousal, that cord of pleasure pulled taut, yet a little voice hums in the back of your mind, never letting you slow for a moment.
Harper groans beneath you, as overstimulated as yourself. Their thighs are soaked with your combined fluids, the sounds of bare skin and breathless moans resounding through their office.
Yet, they find their mind sinking deeper into bliss. The way your skins glistens, midday sun shining through the curtains and enveloping you in a blinding halo of light. Your entire being saturates their senses, drawing them deeper into a pleasurable trance of their own.
They can only hope your body will simply collapse from exhaustion soon. It won’t be too long before they lose themself to this hypnotic pleasure too.
Note: This is my first Eden fic so I hope it's not too bad. I'm not as confident in his mannerisms as I am with Whitney's. Also I'm drunk as I post this :)
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone this far out into the woods looking for artifacts. Maybe then I wouldn’t have been kidnapped by the big forest man-
I shook my head to rid myself of the what ifs, I can’t focus on that right now. I need to figure out how to keep myself alive and eventually get out of here. I mean that’s what I want right?
He’s one man, mostly predictable, but oddly enough I’m safer here than in town. Sure he’s a bit scary at times but if I comply it isn’t all that bad. The chains and collar can be a pain but I’m sure if I build up his trust he’ll remove them…god, what am I saying?
Before I could elaborate more on that thought, I heard Eden enter the cabin. It was pouring rain and thunder rumbled in the distance. The door creaked closed and his footsteps echoed through the cabin, getting louder the closer he got.
The blanket covering my cage was removed, revealing the large mountain man. He looked tired and was soaking wet, the storm must have caught him by surprise. “I need a hot bath, come on.” He said in a gruff voice, unlocking the cage and opening the door to let me out.
I slowly crawled out, my legs stiff and aching from being in such a cramped space for so long. Maybe a hot bath wouldn’t be so bad after all…I mean all I have to do is wash him then I can relax a bit, even if it’s just for a few minutes.
He turned the water on and lit a few more candles than usual so we could see better with the storm raging outside. Thunder clapped loudly outside and the cabin briefly lit up from the lightning. I jumped, knocking into Eden. “Sorry…” I apologized quietly, not wanting to anger him.
Eden only grunted in reply, finishing lighting the candles and turning the faucet off when he deemed the water high enough. He began to undress and instructed you to do the same, “Strip and get in.” I nodded and slowly began to undress, my muscles aching and begging me to stop.
Once naked, I slipped into the warm water and sat in front of Eden before starting our usual bath routine. I lathered up a wash cloth and began to bathe him, I always had to clean him first before I could bathe myself.
I wanted to say something, anything, but I just couldn’t find the words. This was all starting to feel normal?…It’s weird because it just feels right, being with him feels right.I feel like I belong here, not in town with everyone else.
These thoughts scared me, but day by day it feels like I’ve been getting used to them and I fear I may one day accept it. Accept that this is my place, my home.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Eden interrupted my thoughts, staring down at me. I met his eyes, they were tired as usual but there was something else there, something that made my stomach flutter.
last eden post got me thinking….he would 100% have a breeding kink and put babies in you to bind you with him even more…idk i just want more pregnancy eden content if its possible :(( i feel like he would be way more overprotective with pregnant pc, they would NOT be allowed to leave the cabin. im thinking he would also craft items for the child(ren) as well :) maybe a room expansion….in one of my playthroughs i got wolf babies with eden as ro, i think he might be a bit bitter its not his kid but would love them nonetheless. maybe im projecting but he is a family guy to me, even if hes not that good at it!
UGH for real. Imagine you had any sort of feelings to separate yourself from them but you end up knocked up... You both fuck enough for it to happen, and honestly, regardless of canon, I can't imagine Eden would want to use condoms.
They see you swollen with their child, belly getting bigger and still trying to do the same things you usually do to help out. Sweep up, count stock, make breakfast, clean up the weeds, harvest mushrooms, keep the hot spring warm... And they just usher you inside the house. Any time you begin to walk outside, you're pushed back in. You're in such a fragile state with their kin, how could you even think of stepping outside?
They would be even more inclined to hunt and gather fresh meat. Any time they were able to get a deer and make venison dinner for you both, they would be filled with happiness while you ate, even if they never showed it on their face. Seeing you eat fresh meat that they brought in for both you and their child... The sense of pride would be immeasurable. Something they've been seeking forever. Being a provider, a protector, someone both you and their unborn child could lean on... It would be something so incredibly satisfying that nothing else could top it.
And I see your vision!! Eden isn't the step parent, he's the parent who stepped up! Even if the children weren't theirs and they would be salty about it at first, they wanted a family. Especially if you hadn't had any connection with whoever got you pregnant, after a while, i can see them forgoing that and accepting the children as their own regardless.
Anyway. Eden is a very lonely individual who just wants companionship. And the devs need to give us the ability to give them a family of their own.
“TEDDY BEAR.” - You finally decide to take Whitney on a proper date. Of course, as all things with Whitney do, it evolves into something more. NSFW.
“TO YIELD.” - Headcanons for a submissive Whitney. NSFW.
SYDNEY THE FAITHFUL/FALLEN
“BLOOD ON THE ALTAR.” - You’re Sydney’s best friend. He loves you, but he can’t have you due to his faith. At least that’s what he thinks. However, Sydney is easily convinced otherwise. NSFW.
fem!eden forcing you to your knees once she drags you back to the cabin, kicking and screaming and coming up with every insult you could manage, just for her to shut you up by grabbing you by the hair and pulling you between her thighs.
“that’s it. be a good slut and keep that mouth of yours preoccupied for me.”
tags/warnings: thigh riding, eden is kinda mean but in a hot way, submissive reader, no genitals explicitly mentioned for reader, idk what else to put here i luv eden
Cozy nights like these were your favorites. The rain was pouring down outside, but in the safety of Eden’s cabin, fireplace crackling, snuggled up with your man, everything felt perfect. You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew it was getting late.
Deciding you could be even comfier, you pulled Eden’s hand away from his book to settle into his lap right between his legs, replacing the hand as soon as you were in the perfect position. You sighed happily and Eden chuckled in response, the rumble vibrating against your body.
“Satisfied?” He said, petting your hair. You nodded and buried your face in his chest. His heartbeat was quick, but steady. You breathed in, absorbing the smell of the soap you had made for him, the fresh outdoor scent that always lingered on him, and something else that you could only describe as Eden’s smell. This blend of scents always comforted you and reminded you that you would always be safe with the hunter by your side.
Tonight, however, the smell was serving an additional purpose. You had been away from Eden for a few days, working hard at school and getting money to pay Bailey, so you hadn’t spent the night at the cabin for a minute. This also meant that you were getting rather…pent up. And Eden’s scent triggered memories in you, memories of passionate nights you had spent together, making love all around the cabin until the early hours of the morning.
You gazed up at the man, his face soft under the firelight, back focused on his book. That’s when your hands started wandering, touching every inch of skin you could reach, as you nuzzled your nose against his neck. Eden chuckled again, and this time, the rumble went straight to your core.
“Someone’s feeling frisky, mm?” He smiled and you looked up at him with wide eyes. But maddeningly, he went right back to his book.
“Hey,” you grumbled, nudging his hand. But Eden refused to look away from his book.
“Let me finish this chapter,” he said, which was just about the most annoying thing he could have replied with. With someone hot and young literally in his lap, how could he say no? Then he glanced up and made eye contact with you, and you noticed a glint in his eye. “Of course…you could always entertain yourself instead.”
And with one large hand, Eden pushed you so you were straddling his meaty thigh instead. You looked up and down in wonder, and Eden shrugged. “Knock yourself out.”
Was he being serious? You opened your mouth to complain, but closed it again when you realized Eden wasn’t even looking at you as he turned a page. You were, however, incredibly horny. And when you tried to shift positions, you inadvertently grinded yourself against Eden’s thigh, and let out a soft whimper in the process.
“Please,” you murmured, but if Eden was listening, he showed no signs of it. So you sighed and placed your hands on Eden’s shoulders. For his part, he wrapped one arm around your waist to help you balance, still focusing on his book.
You started slowly humping Eden’s thigh, rubbing back and forth. And admittedly, you were so pent up and horny, that it felt really good. You could feel a wet patch forming on your pants as your arousal grew. “F-fuck,” you moaned. How pathetic was this? Literally riding Eden’s thigh because he decided his story was more important than fucking his partner.
Yes, it certainly was pathetic. But the existing dynamic between you and Eden - he the “man” of the household, and you his subservient “spouse” - meant that debasing yourself in this way was actually a little hot, though you were loath to admit it. The sort of traditional gender role thing you had, where you were forced to submit to him…okay, yeah, it was pretty hot.
“Eden,” you whined, as you now were full-on riding Eden’s thick, beefy thigh. “Please. I want you so bad.”
He made a noncommittal noise as he turned another page. It was equally infuriating and arousing.
“Please, Eden,” your fingers were digging into his shoulders as you grinded down on his leg, trying to hit the perfect angle that would make you squeal. One more adjustment and - there it was. Your breath caught in your throat as you kept hitting that sweet spot. “I need you to fuck me. I wanna feel your fat cock inside of me, instead of your thigh.”
He still didn’t answer, though you were pretty sure the tips of his ears were turning pink.
You needed to do something more. You pressed your face to Eden’s neck, tracing his jugular with your tongue. You thought you heard a sharp intake of breath from him. But he was as stoic as ever. You moved your lips up to nibble on his ear, and then back down to his throat, pressing soft, wet kisses along the way, hips moving as fast as ever.
“Eden, I need you. I’ve been so lonely without you. Won’t you let me feel good?” You were practically begging at this point. Still no response, but his arm around your waist felt tighter, and the hand holding the book was trembling slightly. And when you looked down, there was a fat bulge in his pants.
“Oh, god,” you moaned at just the sight of his clothed erection. “I need you inside of me. Please, Eden! Please.”
You were rocking back and forth on his thigh, and you were so close to orgasm. You were too far gone to feel shame at this point. “Eden, p-please,” you sobbed. “I-I’m gonna cum.”
A low growl came from Eden’s throat, and while he didn’t set his book down, he looked you directly in the eye. “Cum for me,” he said simply.
You let go, crying out as you came, rather pathetically, in your pants, soaking your crotch and leaking onto Eden’s thigh. Neatly, Eden set his book down and steadied your waist with his big hands, bringing your still-thrusting hips to a stop.
“T-that was mean,” you muttered, looking away. “I missed you so bad and that’s how you treat me when I come back…”
Eden snorted and brushed away a tendril of hair from your face. His eyes sparkled in the light and he gazed at you adoringly. “Well, maybe next time, you won’t leave me for so long.”
You blushed. He had you there. “Okay…” you mumbled shyly.
Suddenly, you were flipped onto your back, Eden looming above you like a predator.
11 prompt with male/gn Eden from DoL and gn reader, please? 🥺🥺
M!Eden x Bottom GN!Reader + Clothed Sex
a/n: anon omfg idk if a divine being just didnt want me to publish this but while i was writing this someone logged into my e mail from a game i didnt even know i played??? fuckin call of duty??? like??? i had to do so much just to delete that damn account and unlink it and then had to change so many passwords and THEN i almost forgot to save this and had a mini heart attack but… we up
warnings: rough sex… its eden so ofc
You feel him growl against your neck as he pounds his fat cock into your ass with as much force as he can muster, the sounds he’s making sounds animalistic compared to your own weak whimpers as he completely fucks you like a fucktoy. He didn’t even wait for you to undress when he burst through the door after a hunt. Instead hoisting you from your arms, ripping your jeans off of your body and fucking into you like an animal in heat.
Even his own pants aren’t completely off. He only unzipped to take his cock out. You whine pathetically as you feel your insides burn from his cock’s assault, his cockhead abusing your sweet spot so much that there’s no pleasure left in it anymore. You only notice you’ve been crying when his calloused hands grip your chin and he bites your cheek, licking the mark and your tears afterwards.
You shiver as the metal on his belt digs into your sore ass when he stops thrusting and starts to just lower you onto his cock to take all of him. The rough texture of his jeans burn against your skin, making you groan. You hear him breath harshly as his cock starts to throb against your abused sweet spot, your arms are limp as is the case for your whole body while you let yourself drown in the harsh pounding he’s giving you.
You hear him growl again as your whole body stills when he slams your ass onto his dick and pumps you full of his load, not pulling out until his cock stops its spasms. Your hole quivers as your sex throbs painfully when you cum at the same time, trying to steady your breath as you feel his cum leak out of your ass, onto his cock and slowly onto his clothes.
Description: You weren't gonna give Bailey any of your hard earned money, not this week. Thinking you'll fare better in the woods than town this time of night, you head there. Your plan was to stay in the caves by the lake, and figure out a better situation in the morning. You don't make it that far.
Rating: Not sfw
Content Warning: fem reader with fem parts, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Guns, chasing, kidnapping, restraints, dub con/non con, first time, yandere , predator/prey, a disgusting amount of pet names honestly, as always ask to tag
Word Count: 5282
Notes: I wanted to get this out by Halloween, obviously that didn't happen. I've had this idea for a while and the draft since *checks* August 2023, apparently. It's not even the oldest one I just live like this! Eden may seem ooc but I was having a lot of fun so I just ran with it.
Bailey was out of his fucking mind if he thought he was gonna get any of your hard earned cash. You work your ass off every day, foraging in the woods and growing anything in that pitiful little garden by the orphanage, and he thinks he can just take your money now? As if. You wouldn’t let that happen.
Today was the promised day for the money. You couldn’t even remember how much it was, only that it was too much and you wouldn’t let him bully you into complacency. However… that did leave you out, alone, as darkness was slowly closing over the town. You didn’t exactly have a place to crash, either, so as you slowly walk down Domus street you try to consider your options.
You could walk down to the hospital and stay in the waiting room? They might shoo you out if you were caught sleeping though… Maybe you could try calling Sydney? But he was probably still at the church… and it wouldn’t be right to bother him. He probably wouldn’t have the heart to say no. You could break into the massage parlor and rest there as long you were out before they opened. But you had been hoping to pick up some shifts in the future, so that probably wasn’t the best idea…
Where did that leave you, though? Even if the summer air was balmy and warm, there wasn’t a chance in hell you were waiting on the streets tonight. And there wasn’t much you could do with your time and you weren’t quite scared enough yet to hit up the strip club for work. All that was left for you were the woods that had already given you so much. You fancied yourself better in a fight versus a wolf than another person anyways.
So with mind made up and confidence in your step, you head from Domus street into the woods, passing by Gwylyn’s shop and further into the welcoming trees. You always did feel more at home here anyways. You can’t help but smile as you pass by some of your favorite foraging spots and there’s a part of you that kind of wants to do a little now but you push that aside.
In the forest proper there wasn’t that many fantastic spots to rest. But then you recall the set of caves by the lake. Hopefully this late at night your schoolmates were done messing around out there. Plus, you knew a shortcut there to! It would be no problem, especially since you don’t have school tomorrow. So with new hop in your step, you begin to move that way, unbothered by the new darkness around you as the forest seems to come alive.
The sounds of insects and birds comforts you, even when you can hear the occasional wolf call in the distance. You’re already close to the lake when you pause in your step. You can hear rustling ahead, so you duck down to see… a foxboy, looking to and fro as he digs up some bird eggs. You don’t fancy yourself as someone super sneaky but you can’t help yourself, carefully sneaking forward; eyes not on the precious bird eggs but his fluffy tail. You never wanted to pet a tail more than this one…!
The foxboys ears perk up at a sound, and you stiffen. You were so close! But as he quickly turns his gaze to you, he frowns and speaks. “Trying to catch me off guard and steal?”
“N-no!” You sputter, surprised he’s even bothering to speak to you when he easily could have taken his goods and ran. “I um… you looked very soft, I was sneaking to see if I could manage to pet you a little…” You admit sheepishly to him. The foxboy changes in demeanor, turning to you with a grin.
“So you just wanted to get close to me?” You don’t like how you can see the glint of his fangs when he grins. You try to back up away but with you still crouching, the fox is able to leap on you and pin your prone form to the forest floor. “You should have just said so human, I’m unmated…” He murmurs leaning in close to you. Panic starts to seize you as you struggle in his grip.
“Not what I meant! Let me go please please…!” You try to raise your knees to shove him off you but this foxboy is stronger than you anticipated. Your every move seems futile as the foxboy quickly works to take off your clothing. You can’t help the scream you let out, desperation passing by your lips. You’re too far out for Gwylyn to hear you, though. No one could save you from this…
The foxboy digs his nails into your soft skin as he rips away your pants. You close your eyes as tears start to prick at them from the pain. You take a deep, shuddering breath to stop yourself from crying before a thundering nose rings out, blinding the dark forest a moment and clearing your running thoughts for a long moment.
As everything seems to settle, you realize it’s the unmistakable noise of a gun shot, and it has the foxboy skittering off faster than you can even open your eyes. You’re shaking, struggling to sit up and pull up your pants at the same time. In the dying light, you can make out the vague figure of a person, shotgun still smoking in their hands.
For a moment, neither of you speak. You aren’t sure if you should thank them, or start running yourself. The air is thick and uncertain, and you swallow lump forming in your throat as you look up at the person who saved you. Would they prove to be an actual savior, or just as bad as the beast before them?
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out in the woods so late at night?” His voice is low, gruff. Even as he lowers his weapon, there’s an undeniable edge to him. Something that demands to be respected.
“Trying to stay out of trouble,” You start, eyeing his dark figure carefully. Thankfully, your pants aren’t entirely destroyed and you’re able to wear them properly, to stand tall and wary in front of your new company. “What has you saving strange girls in the middle of the woods so late?” You ask back, dusting forest debris off yourself. Trying to stay calm, casual. Hoping for the best in him.
“Was hoping to do some hunting tonight.” You don’t like the way he smirks, the way he shifts his weight from one leg to another and cracks his knuckles in his hands. “Think I’ve found the best prey these woods have to offer, anyhow.” Your throat seizes as he says this. You don’t think-- can’t think you just move.
But where is there to run? Your wellies hold up under thundering footfall but you can hear him behind you, hear him laughing as he follows suit. You can’t help but wonder if he would follow you towards town. Or if it would even be safe? There’s so much to consider, so much to avoid, the world around you quickly growing darker and darker in betrayal.
You’re coming across the river, you can hear the rushing water promising you freedom just ahead. If you could swim across, hell even jump in and just let the water take you, you’re sure your pursuer wouldn’t follow. You just had to push a little further, want it a little more, to run, run, run!
That is, until, you feel his weight crashing into you, feel your body crumple under his as he grabs you from behind. The sound of rushing water is so distant now, behind the sound of your own running blood, of your labored breathing and drumming heartbeat.
“Aren’t you smart,” He coos, grunting as you try to wriggle out from under him. But he’s stronger than you, happy to pin you down in the dirt and whisper his victories in your ear. “Trying to lose me in the river, eh? If only you were a little faster…” He tuts softly. Gods, even through your clothing, he could feel how warm you were. How soft. A prize well worth the chase, no matter how short the hunt was.
“Pl, please.” It’s difficult to cough up the word, not when he’s still leaning down on you, applying pressure directly on your overworked lungs. “I, I just…!” Oh goodness, were you crying? “I, I never… I haven’t…!” You can’t even finish your sentence, hiccups threatening your words until a sob racks your body and cuts you off entirely.
“Oh darling,” He almost pities you, but the rush of blood that went straight to his dick makes it hard to think. “Saving yourself for me?” He can’t help but growl as he leans in closer to your neck, taking a moment to truly take all of you in. He had been looking for someone like you. Someone soft and sweet and innocent, someone he could make into his perfect partner. Someone who didn’t know how to fight back.
“...S’pose least I can do is make it special. We’re close to home as it is.” You feel your stomach drop as you hear a belt being undone. You can’t help but close your eyes and whimper, expecting to feel the heat of his body that much closer to you. Instead, you feel warm leather wrap around your wrists and gasp out as you’re unceremoniously lifted and tossed over his shoulders.
Held over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, you have to give your mind a moment to catch up. You could see his shotgun bouncing along his back as he walked, unbothered by your weight. You could feel the ache beginning to start in your shoulders and elbows, forced at an awkward angle where your arms are tied behind your back. You feel your lungs start to settle into normalcy as you can finally breathe again. When you find your voice again, you can only ask “...Home?” The word feels hollow on your tongue. You don’t even know if you have it in you to fight back against him. It all felt inevitable at this point.
“Your new home.” He corrects with a smile to his tone. “Our home now, I reckon.” You decide to continue on in blissful silence as you he takes you farther into the dark of the forest. Not much time seems to have passed as the forest begins to clear out. As he moves forward, you can see dark shapes that aren’t trees or bushes, nothing you can make out now. Your not left long to wonder as you’re brought indoors, and placed down roughly on a bed.
The cabin is well lit, but sparely decorated. You can’t hardly take it in before your yanked closer to the man. Holding you by your bound wrists in one hand, he places another binding on you with his other; a collar, complete with a leash, that he wastes no time wrapping around the wrought iron frame of the bed. You were truly trapped and at his whim now. When he finally speaks again, it seems to spark you out of your stupor. When had you begun to cry so much? You could hardly see his face through the blur of them.
“I’m gonna release your hands now.” The look on his face is stern. There’s a deep crease between the lines of his eyes, and you don’t know if this man has ever worn something other than a frown on his face. “If you’re a good girl for me, this can be nice for both of us.” He places his large, calloused hands over the tie on your wrists. “Can you be a good girl?” His whisper might have meant to been seductive or calming, but it sounded grating in your ears. His deep tone promised nothing good for you.
“I’ll... be a good girl for you.” You dare not raise your voice above a whisper; you don’t move as you see him grin slightly, see a flush come to his face. You don’t even move as one of his hands comes to cup your cheek, wiping away stray tears.
“Good girls get to feel good.” He slowly unbinds the worn leather belt. He’s watching you closely, but you still don’t move, even as your wrists are freed. He looks you over as the belt is tossed aside. “Why don’t you lay down for me, sweetheart?” His pet names make you feel sick. He rubs your sore wrists, even as you move roboticly into place on the bed for him. His hands pet along your soft body, ogling you through your torn shirt and moving to look you in the eyes again. “You really are a sight for sore eyes.” he sighs, so content. You wonder if you’re the first person he’s shared this bed with. Wonder if you’ll be the last.
“Why are you doing this?” Your words seem to surprise him. They surprised you too; he was already getting ready to tear your shirt the rest of the way off your body, but your words stop his movement. “Y-you don’t have to. I-I can still be good for you, but we can… we can…” Your words die down as you take in the darkening look on his face. One last, pathetic attempt for mercy. One that is quickly quashed.
“Oh, darling.” He looks at you; looks at you all soft and sweet, and at his mercy. “You’re gonna be good for me, or you’re gonna see what happens to bad girls.” He frowns at you, as if it were obvious. “And don’t you want me to be good to you for your first time?” He looks at you expectantly, an eyebrow raised. You blink once, confused. But soon you realize; he wants you to play along. You could be pathetic, you could be weak and scared. All the more excuse to comfort and coddle you; you had to play your part right, or he would play his wrong too.
“P-please be nice to me. I’ll be good, I promise.” He likes it when you beg. He likes it when tears spring to your eyes and you go all soft and pathetic for him. Wanted to be the predator to your prey. “Just don’t hurt me.” Wanted to be the one to protect you, too. The best of both worlds, it seemed.
“And I won’t, honey.” He coos, leaning in close to your face. “Just as long as you take everything I give to you.” You find yourself nodding, too scared to speak when he’s nose to nose with you. At that, he smiles; it’s ill fitting on his face. He looks too calm, too serene.
Its worse, perhaps, that he wants to talk you through it. “I gotta get you out of these ruined clothes now, baby.” He’s starting to breath heavy, eyes growing darker with desire. You can only nod and watch as he uses his brute strength to rip open your shirt, tossing it to the side. Your bra is thankfully, treated much more gently, slid from your body until your breasts are bared open to the hungry gaze of the man before you.
He takes his time admiring them. His touch is soft, almost reverent. Far too gentle for what this is; the pads of his rough fingers catch on your soft skin, but it doesn’t stop him. Doesn’t keep him from palming your flesh, and watching with wide, breathless gaze as your nipples harden under him. “You’re such a treat.” You think you might just be, from the way he’s all but drooling over you.
Perhaps you were made to be consumed.
And God, does he ever savor; his touch moves south, ever slow. You wish he would get it over with. Wish he wasn’t so careful, that he would take what he had obviously won already. But he doesn’t; he traces formless designs along the soft dip and curves of your body, reaching the hem of your barely together pants. He lets out a heavy breath through his nose, catching your eyes. “You’re lucky I got to you in time. Gonna treat you so much better than that beast could have.” Would he, though?
The foxboy would have had the decency to make it quick. Would leave you alone after abusing you. Wouldn’t force you to look at him through it all. He wouldn’t pull down your pants with such reverence, with some sort of sick look of love in his gaze.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His voice had taken on a husky tone, gravel and desire taking up space in his throat as he sees the dark spot on your panties. “And look at you, already bein’ good for me and getting nice and wet.” He pets your pussy, running his fingers over the soft cotton, taking in the shiver that passes through your body. He has his eyes on his prize now, though, and with it so close he can’t help but move fast, tearing your panties off you in one quick motion.
Laying before him, wide eyed, naked, and so, so afraid, you finally find it in you to speak again. “W-what’s your name?” It’s stupid. You shouldn’t care. You should be finding a place far away in your mind to hide while you let this happen. But you can’t run from this. Can’t run from his thumb rubbing circles on the top of your thigh, can’t hide from the drumming of his fingers on your hips. If he’s going to do this to you, if he’s going to keep you here and do so much more… You deserve that much.
“Eden.” Its entirely out of place-- for here, for him. If this was anything, it was paradise lost.
Eden is much quicker in removing his own clothing. A small mercy, perhaps; you felt suffocated in the anticipation of it all. But all too soon, the both of you were naked; Eden, hard and wanting over you, small and trembling.
“Shh, darling. I know…” He coos, scooting in close to you to pull you in a kiss. Its wrong; soft, wanting. Why does he bother with the theatrics? Why won’t he just take what he wants from you, and get it over with? Instead, he goes so achingly slow; tender touches that drive heat down where his fingers lay. His kiss is so full of longing your teeth ache from the feeling of it. “I’ll take such good care of you.” He pulls your legs apart, pushing his knees between them. The starting of a home between your very ribs.
“Protect you,” His fingers glide over your bare cunt, barely there. Were you with a man, or a ghost? What had happened to the bravado of the strong hunter that caught you? “Provide for you…” He teases your entrance with two fingers, collecting your arousal and swirling oh so gently. “Let me take care of you.” Again, he leans in to kiss you.
This time, you kiss back. It can’t have been good; your eyes are closed, screwed tight so you don’t see that love struck awe on his face and you can still feel yourself trembling, trying to move your lips against his in a way you think might please him. You have to be good for him. You have to.
“You are taking care of me,” Your voice is still soft, so afraid to speak up when you can feel him knuckle deep in you, fingering you in a careful, controlled way.
“Then relax for me,” he laughs softly, eyes moving from your face two the way your pussy clenches to his fingers. “You’re so tight, baby. You gotta relax if you want it to feel good.” He coos, those rough pads of his fingers rubbing at your g spot and having your gasping.
“I-I just…” You take a deep, fortifying breath. In. Out. In. Out. Could you manage to relax? You open your eyes to look at him, but he has the same look on his face. Obsessive, full of desire and something you can’t quite read.
“I got ya, pretty girl. You’re okay with me.” An airy chuckle leaves him as he looks to your face. “You can relax with me.” He promises. You try to. You really, really do.
You close your eyes and just try to focus on the feeling of it; lazy movements of his fingers, in and out of you. His big, warm, hand, resting on your thigh, sneaking over to your pussy to brush against your clit. It sends a jolt through you, has you gasping and clenching on his fingers and opening your eyes to look at him.
“That feel good?” He laughs, the sound almost cruel. You nod slightly, unsure if you even wanted it to feel good. You just wanted it to be over with.
“Use your words, sweet girl. You gotta tell me when it feels good.” You can’t help but whimper when he pumps his fingers and rubs your clit in tandem. You keen and chase the friction by bucking your hips, but he suddenly stops. “Told you, good girls speak when spoken too.” His warning is light, mirthful. It was a game right now but that could very quickly change. You swallow thickly.
“M-more, please.” You look up with big, wet eyes. He smiles, pleased with your quick compliance, and continues at the same pace as before. “Faster, Eden.” Your hands had remained glued to your side most this entire time, but now you’re tempted to grab his wrist, to grind against him for some sort of relief.
“That’s a good girl.” His voice is a growl, the tone deep with his desire. You feel him scissor inside you, pushing his long fingers in and thrusting quickly. You just had to focus on that motion. Focus on the electric feeling welling up inside you and chase it. Grind against the delicious feeling of his deft fingers rubbing your clit and just let go--
“I think you’re good and ready now.” It’s a near full system shock as he retreats his hands from you. You hear yourself whine loudly, before sensations come back to you and you open your eyes. Eden has a shit eating grin, even as he brings his fingers up to his mouth to taste of you. As you take deep breaths you dare a look between his legs. His fingers were nothing like what he was packing between his legs-- it was too big. He was too big.
Towering above you, as he traps you between his wide knees. He pushes your legs open wide, wider to accommodate him. “Relax just like I told ya too honey. It’ll be okay.” He reaches to grab your hand and you might had puked if you weren’t so scared. He wanted it to be romantic in every sense of the word, fitting his big fingers through yours with one hand, and holding his cock in the other. “It’s gonna feel a little uncomfortable at first, and I know you don’t like talkin much,” he chuckles, his head flush with your entrance. He looks into your eyes, making sure you hear him. “but you gotta tell me your okay, or if I need to stop.”
Why did it have to be him? Someone so accommodating. You might have had a shred of dignity left to argue with him (to fight back) if he had been mean. If he had hurt you, if he had just taken you by the river like the beast he was trying so hard not to be. But it had to be special. You, had to be special.
“Okay.” You know he won’t move until you tell him too. Perhaps he could hear how fast your heart was beating, or maybe see how your chest was rising and falling in your labored breathing. “Y-you can put it in.” Stupid girl who couldn’t even speak without stuttering. Of course he was going to treat you like a doll.
Somehow, he finds it in him to go slow; he sinks into your welcoming heat with a loud hiss. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.” You don’t how far in he is, don’t dare to look as you seize up and scrunch your face. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it might but it was still uncomfortable. “Oh baby, you gotta relax.” He laughs as he sees your face. He squeezes the hand he holds again, his free one now coming up to cup your cheeks. “Let me see your eyes, pretty girl.” Like the obedient thing you are, you open them.
“Feels weird,… Eden.” You shift uncomfortably under him. Its not enough to deter him, nothing would be at this point, but it does soften him. He likes it when you call him by his name. Must make him feel closer than the two of you really are.
“I know baby, it’ll feel good soon though. D’you feel like you could take more?” He lets out a heavy breath through his nose. How much he was holding back for you, you couldn’t be certain. You bite your lip, and decide it would be better to get it over with.
“Slow, please.” You had never felt so small as you do now. But as he pushes more of his length into you, you both gasp. You grasp on to his forearm, clench his hand as he pushes. You don’t tell him to stop.
It’s uncomfortable, the feeling of being so full. He must have bottomed out, from the way he’s panting heavy and looking down at you with half lidded eyes. “Honey baby,” You open your eyes again, looking into his. “You feel like heaven, pretty girl. Please, tell me to move.” He grunts out the words, looking for any sign from you.
“I still need, need a second.” You take a deep breath, whimpering as you shift a little. He hisses again, gripping your hip tight a moment before lessening his grip.
“Let me make it better, baby.” He’s quick to move his hand from your hip back over to your clit, rubbing small, quick, circles on it. The sudden friction has you gasping and involuntarily clenching around him, the both of you groaning at the sudden feeling. “Shh, I know honey.”
“S-slow, please. Slow down.” You keen and stress again, until Eden slows his movements, circling your poor clit with more deliberate movements. At this you take a deep breath, and close your eyes.
“Aww, my poor girl.” He coos, watching you. “I think you’re ready, aren’t you?” God, he sounds desperate. He probably is. Even if you aren’t quite ready, Eden was pretending to give you the choice.
“O...okay,” You grip the bed, taking a big intake of breath as he starts to pull out of you. Slowly, until just his head sits you than back in. You just had to focus on the sensation; of his fingers, starting to pick up pace on your clit. Of his cock, dragging against your pussy in a way that’s not entirely unpleasant. You just couldn’t look at him. At the way he held you like someone precious, how his eyes held such tenderness and concern and desire.
“Look at me, darling. Need to see you’re okay.” He pants and you unscrunch your face. When had you gotten all wound up? “Oh there’s my pretty girl.” He grins and laughs softly when you look to him. He’s picked up the pace, hand leaving your clit to hold your hip in place as he finally takes his prize. “So wet for me, so good.”
He’s starting to lose himself, like the beast he is. Thoughts of gentleness are all but abandoned as he takes and takes from you. You can’t help the soft noises and moans you make; if you were good, this would be over soon. He would take what he wanted from you and it would be over.
Until the next time, of course.
“E-Eden, I’m close.” You had been focusing so hard on that little bundle of feel good in you, you failed to realize just how brutal Eden had gotten. Slamming into your hips, bullying his cock into your virgin hole again and again. Struggling to maintain his pace, eager to feel you.
“Me too darlin’, it’s okay. You can cum when ever you want.” He was out of breath, leaning over you and looking down at you before devouring your lips. This time, he is consuming; he steals your lips, your breath, your very thoughts with the want and hunger in his kiss.
You gasp in surprise as your orgasm hits you, moaning into Eden’s mouth and clenching your legs around his waist. At this, he groans, barely pulling from your lips to stutter his hips once, twice, into your welcoming heat and cumming into your poor pussy.
You want to stay in that blissful moment. You grind against his spent cock, eager to chase the little after waves and hide from the upcoming moment. But Eden merely lets out a soft groan, pulling from you slowly and carefully, to your chagrin.
“Shh baby, there’ll be more to come.” He chuckles at your little whine. You come back to yourself, breathing heavy and looking up at him with big, wide eyes. You were covered in a cold sweat, could feel his cum in you and cooling on your inner thighs.
God, that really happened. He was still there, looking at you. You could feel the weight of the collar around your next, his eyes watching you. You were stuck here with Eden. You didn’t even have it in you to question him as he settles down into the bed next to you, happily pulling you into his arms. He seems to tire quick, sighing in content as he wraps his arms around your waist, and rests his chin in the gap between your head and shoulder.
“You’re gonna like it here, promise.” He seems to grow softer before rest. “Just have to get you use to life out here. It’ll be rough-- but we’ve got each other.” You close your eyes and try to ignore him. Rest would be your respite-- tomorrow, you could face this growing problem.
Tomorrow, you would face the trauma of being kidnapped. Tomorrow, you would deal with the consequences of losing your virginity. Tomorrow, you would see Eden’s face in the light of day and you wouldn’t even be able to hate him. Yes, tomorrow, it would be so much worse.
But tonight, you are tired. Tonight, you can pretend he’s someone you love. Tonight, it was all okay. Because you were good, you were sweet and cute and pathetic and everything he liked. And if you could continue to be just that, you would find a way out of this fine mess.
“Oh, and darling?” He hums the words in your ear, as close to a whisper as his gruff voice can make. “Don’t think I ever got your name…”
You pretend you’ve fallen asleep. Perhaps the only thing worse than his deep voice calling you those pet names, would be him calling your name as he looks at you with that lovesick gaze. No, you are already asleep; Eden sighs but doesn’t try to wake you. He readjusts against you once, and than mutters.
